#Reiner you idiot god I love you
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Road Rage & Malibu Barbie
Pairing: Street Racer!Eren x Reader
Synopsis: You may look like a Barbie doll who got lost on her way back to her dreamhouse but Eren never fails to break your front quite often than you like
Warning: alcohol use, illegal street racing, language
Word Count: 2292
He is just so full of shit, isn’t he?
Eren Fucking Jaeger. He thinks just because he won every race he’s been in, he’s the fucking king of every fucking thing.
Your teeth gnashed, crushing the cola lollipop to tiny pieces until the stick flattened between your molars.
Cheers deafen your ears, even rising above the already booming drop of the music played by the DJ. The crowd, all dressed in neon and various shades of black, one with a tacky cheetah print, gathers to Eren’s dodge challenger. Oh, how you’d love to scratch the beautiful matte black paint or smash the glowing crimson lights.
On the other hand, your eyes dart to your batchmates, Porco and Reiner in their Camaro and Corvette. You think Porco’s is smoking a little. The two of them decided it was a good idea to challenge Eren.
Your brows meet as you click your tongue in annoyance. They’ve given Paradis University a free pass to drag Marley Institute of Higher Learning’s name through the mud.
A loud honk got your attention, it’s the resident idiots of Paradis U, Conner and Sarah, you think their name was. They got barrels of alcohol on their pick-up truck. And just as quickly as the crowd gathered to Eren after his victory, they now crowded the truck for the cheap booze.
“Hey.”
You smile as you feel Annie hop on the stacked tires next to you.
“Hay back.” You say lazily as you take a sip on your Malibu fizzy pink lemonade, leaving a print of glossy and glittery lip mark on the can.
Annie takes a swig on something stronger and her eyes scan you. Your stooped posture and your pink wedges creating swirls on the gravel, even your oversized sunglasses is slipping from your hair.
“Problem?” Annie asks with a sigh.
Your hair flips in the force of you straightening your back just to face her. Her hand is already waiting to catch your sunglasses that flew right off.
“Did you see his face?”
“Whose face?” Annie asks calmly.
“Jaeger.” You say as if the name is leaving a bad taste in your mouth.
Annie glances behind you then nods once. “What about him?”
“Did you see the way he looked down on us? He is simply unbelievable.”
Annie hums and you wait for her to continue.
The crowd is going crazy for the discount beer that Paradis U brought.
There was also the revving of engines from a distance.
And loud chattering.
“That’s it? ‘Hmm’?” You ask impatiently, putting your fists on your hips as an added effect.
Annie just shrugs. “I don’t know if he was like ‘looking down’ on us.” She rolls her eyes. “That’s just how he looks at everybody.”
You scrunch your nose cutely. “As if! He was totally feeling all high and mighty after that win.” You stomp your chunky heel, sending a few pebbles away, you wished it was sand from the beach instead. Pieck did invite you to that bonfire party their sorority is hosting. “I bet I could take him on.” You collapse on your palm, elbow resting on your knee as you trace the tiny flower patterns on your pink babydoll dress.
“Wanna bet on it?” Says a deep voice right next to your ear, making your hair stand on end.
You leap off the stacked tires in surprise, your drink spilling on your hand.
There in all his glory, stood Eren Jaeger.
You glare up at him, refusing to look at his compression shirt clad chest and dark washed jeans because by God, you know he will never let you forget about it if you do.
He’s been trying to get you to talk to him since the first night you met and to your luck, Reiner and Porco are not with you at the moment as the two of them were your usual anti-Eren protection squad.
“Annie, let’s go grab something to eat?” You turn to Annie sharply with a stiff smile.
Annie yawns and raises a hand as a nonverbal ‘pass’ and she just leaves you there. With him.
“Annie?” You call desperately.
“It’s time you fix your issues.”
You glance at Eren who looks at you like you’re some sort of an odd entertainment.
“We don’t have issues!” You hiss.
Annie turns to you both and walks backwards. “Tension, then.”
Your face erupts to a blush and your mouth fails to form words.
She watches your face bubble up in anger and gives you a two fingered salute before sliding next to Armin who was trying to get his homework done in a corner.
“So.” Eren stretches the word and you close your eyes tightly, dreading the fact that you will have to hold a conversation with him like how any regular adult should.
“Good racing out there.” You say with a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.
The corner of his lip rises. “You can cut the act now, doll.”
Again, you just flash him another polite smile. “Well, if that’s all. I’ll be taking my leave.”
You walk in the direction of your 1959 pink Cadillac when you hear the unmistakable sound of sirens. You don’t even process what happened next, you simply felt an arm lock around your midriff and your feet getting lifted off the ground.
“Fuck, stop STOP!” Eren growls as you start punching him, yelling for him to put you down but he does not.
You turn to see Floch being pinned to the ground and then Annie leaving with Armin in his BMW i8.
“Jaeger! I swear-”
“There you go!” He unceremoniously dumps you in your convertible.
You make brief eye contact before a sound of a glass bottle shattering startles you.
“Shit!” Eren hops to his hellcat that he not so discreetly chose to park next to your car.
You jab and twist the key in and the engine roars to life. Your hands shake at the thought of having your parents come and bail you from jail. And your reputation!
“Hey.” Eren calls from the open window of his car. “I know how to get out of here, you can come if you want but you gotta be a good girl and stick close to me, yeah?”
A cold drop of sweat drips on your temple and you hesitate for a moment but you give him a nod.
You raise your convertible’s top for a bit of covering. You’d hate to have a picture of you end up in the news tomorrow morning, at least the plate number is a bit concealable.
“You ready, doll?” He calls and his engine roars. You clutch your steering wheel tight and you give him a nod. His eyes linger on your seatbelt and after he’s sure that you got it fastened, he zooms forward. You follow after him. You keep a close eye on his car, careful not to bump into him.
Eren takes a sharp turn and you almost hit the break upon seeing a narrow alleyway, one wrong move and you could get stuck. As Eren braves the escape route, you follow with much hesitation, that was until a flash of red and blue fills your car. You gasp, hoping they won’t pursue you.
Soon enough, Eren makes it out and you see him stop a few meters away, waiting for you.
And you eventually make it out too. Without any scratches. Your driving instructor would be proud.
“That’s my girl!” Eren cheers and he drives away, you follow quickly, a smile now making its way to your lips despite how your heart is pounding so hard in your chest.
You step hard on the accelerator until you are driving side by side.
You open your window and your hair whips with the wind, Eren does the same and gives you a boyish grin that you are certain was responsible for countless of panties to drop.
The thought made you feel a bit bitter and your smile deflated the tiniest bit. Though you can’t understand why. When the traffic light comes to sight, you slow down, despite the entire highway being empty due to it being four in the morning.
“You alright, doll?” Eren asks in a tone you never knew he was capable of, with his brows pinched.
Again, you give him one of your practiced smiles and you nod. Your eyes return to the road and the bright red light reflects on your eyes.
Eren doesn’t buy it, not even for a second.
“Tell you what.” He says. You glance at him and he points at the traffic light. “I’ll take your challenge.”
Your eyes round in both confusion and surprise.
“When it turns green, we race to the next traffic light.” He continues. “Winner gets free ice cream.”
You just stare at him for what felt like a solid hour, as if waiting for him to break his act and tell you that he is just kidding, but he does not and he almost has a look of determination plastered to his eyes.
“Get ready to eat my dust.” You smirk playfully.
Eren is unbeatable but you sure as hell are not going to back down from a challenge.
The leather of your steering wheel creaks softly under your grip and you watch the traffic light like a bird of prey.
Your cheeks bubble in anticipation when the light turns to yellow.
Eren revs his engine and you exhale softly, eyes now zeroed in the road, the traffic light becoming not dissimilar to a bell being dangled in front of a crouching cat, ready to pounce any second.
3
2
1
GO!
Both engines roar as Eren and you go neck and neck and you can’t even bother to glance at his direction when he whoops.
And then you hear the sudden combustion from his car.
“Gotta go, doll.” He yells and his car speeds forward as if it was flying. The quick blue flash from his exhaust told you that the asshole just used nitro.
You scream in frustration, quickly shifting the gear and you step on the pedal so hard that your back collides with your plushy seats.
Eren serpentines in front of you, preventing you from getting ahead. You call him by a rather unkind name, to which he only laughs.
You try right and he is there, you try on the left and he’s there again. Your fist slammed on your steering wheel. You try left again and he’s already waiting for you, of course it’s obvious for you to turn right while he’s still trying to recover, but you don’t. He, however, thought you were going to do it and he drives right hard, making you grin as he leaves you an opening.
Then there’s the really tall flyover and beyond that, the traffic light.
Only, Eren wasn’t a champion for nothing, was he?
He sparked that nitro again, complete cheating in your opinion, and he gets even.
“Coward!” You scream at him and he laughs once more.
“A coward with a free ice cream, apparently.” Was the last thing he said before zooming forward.
You curse him off as he slowly ascends.
Eren watches you from his rearview mirror and he shuts off his nitro, waiting for you to catch up to him. But to his surprise, you drifted to the side, vanishing from view, almost knocking down a few traffic cones.
His brows scrunch up.
Where could you be-
Were you planning to counterflow and cut through the road?
You little sneak.
Eren grins as the familiar fire of competition fuels his veins. He shifted his gear stick and he stepped on it. His engine roars and he slowly reaches the top, going now for the descent but he hits the break, making his tires screech. The sun was slowly trying to break through the clouds now. A wide smile is on his lips when he sees the familiar glint of your pink Cadillac and he steps on the accelerator.
His engine sounded like a monster chasing you, making you frantically speed up. He’s coming. He’s right behind you. He’s…He’s…He’s lost the race!
You were a meter ahead of him!
The scream of victory you gave disappeared behind the roar of your engine.
You haphazardly got out of your car and was glad to see that Eren was too.
His movements were sluggish but there was a small smile on his lips. You were really hoping he’d be more disappointed.
You grin at him, twisting and bouncing at where you stand.
He watches you with that same stupid smile and nods. “Congratulations. We didn’t have an audience but you can have the bragging rights.”
But his eyebrow cocks up in amusement when you giggle. “Silly, I don’t want any bragging rights. I just want an ice cream from that 24/7 café a few blocks away.”
Now, he just looks confused. “Wait, really?”
You walk back to your car. “Uhuh! Plus, I totally saw you stalling there.” You smile at him behind your shoulder. “You lost on purpose.”
His cheeks flushed the tiniest bit but his lazy eyes scan you up and down. “And you’re still making me buy you ice cream?”
You get inside your car and slam the door shut. You drape an arm by the window and you shrug. “A win’s a win, right?”
He considers for a moment, trying to see how far he could take this, and in a split second, he decides.
“Race you there.” He grins and hops in his car. “Loser gives the winner a kiss.”
He laughs as he drives away, leaving you struggling to chase after him.
“Unfuckingfair!”
He’s winning this one for sure, no matter what.
#eren jaeger x reader#eren yaeger x reader#attack on titan#eren jaeger x y/n#shingeki no kyoujin#eren x y/n#eren x you
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The Marleyans part 8: Los Angeles, The Making-Off
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Sasha: I'm cold
Connie: Here have my jacket
Historia: I'm cold too
Ymir: What? [taking off jacket] I told you to bring more layers but of course you didn’t listen and now- [piling blankets on her] now look, I’ve got to make sure you don’t FREEZE to death and [taking Mikasa's scarf] how long have you been cold? You should’ve said something sooner.
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Armin: I'm cold
Annie: Well what the heck do you want me to do? I don't control the goddam weather!
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Reiner, looking at Bertholt: Hey, I'm cold t-
Bertholt : Look we both know we forgot our jackets at camp, don't even try.
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Mikasa: *scooting up on the same bench as Eren and cuddling against him* I'm cold too, Eren
Eren: Don't worry about it *goes to collect some wood, starts a bonfire and then finally sits down, on another bench than Mikasa*
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Hange: I'm cold.
Levi: And what do you want me to do? Set you on fire?
Hange: Ye-
Levi: Nevermind. Forget I said anything.
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Levi: What do we do when something goes wrong...?
Jean: Add to cart
Reiner: Cry
Gabi: Mood
Pieck: F in the chat
Armin: Not again!
Historia: Text my ex
Mikasa: Cut my hair
Connie: Shots!!
Falco: Thank you
Hange: Hoes mad
Annie: It's my horoscope
Commander Magath: Bottle it up
Zeke: Leave the country
Eren: Fistfight God
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Zeke: I love the phrase "with all due respect", because it doesn't specify how much respect is actually due. Could be none. Bitch.
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Marcel: Hey, it's your turn to wash the dishes.
Porco: I'LL WASH THE WALLS RED WITH YOUR BLOOD.
Marcel: 'Kay, but before that, wash the dishes, also use soap this time?
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Historia, struggling to keep upright in her 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me
Mikasa, pointing at her and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels while carrying Eren with her other arm: WEAK.
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Pieck: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.
Zeke, holding a magnifying glass: Scientifically experimented on without consent and disposed off as soon as I am no longer useful.
Pieck: No.
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*The squad is having dinner together*
Historia: Mikasa, can you pass the salt?
Mikasa: *Throws Levi across the table*
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Mikasa: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!
Eren: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD
Mikasa: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ARMIN WITH ME
Levi, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.
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Commander Magath: Tonight, one of you will betray us.
Gabi: Is it me, Commander?
Commander Magath: No, it’s not you.
Annie: Is it me, Commander?
Commander Magath: It’s not you either.
Zeke: Is it me, Commander?
Commander Magath:
Commander Magath, mockingly: Is IT mE cOmmAndEr?
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Commander Magath: Can I be frank with you guys?
Gabi: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.
Zofia: Can I still be Zofia?
Falco: Shh, let Commander Frank speak.
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Falco: SaSa LeLe
Reiner: It's Sale Sale
Gabi: 50% off + 50% off, it means it's 100% off, everything is free
Annie: You moron, 50% of 50% is 25% off
Commander Magath: Could you all PLEASE focus and not get distracted by a shop with a sign? Where's the guy we're tailing?
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Annie, laying on her bed: I've heard people say my name twice today, it's either ghosts or hallucinations
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Reiner, from behind the door: It's me outside. Do you want some muffins?
Annie: What kind?
Reiner: Zucchini, but it tastes like banana nut
Banannie: Bananas can nut?
Reiner: You know what? I'll keep my muffins.
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Pieck : Why does basil smell so fucking amazing?!
Zeke: Watch out for the brain scorpions though
Falco: It's the basil
Gabi: Yeah, can confirm, it's the basil that does it.
Pieck: Good points
Pieck: Wait what was that first thing?
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Zeke: *Holding a picture of Pieck* Have you seen this woman?
Hange: No, why? Is she missing?
Zeke: She's on vacation and I miss her
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Sasha, fighting Gabi: You know, out of all the children I've ever had fights to the death with, this is the weirdest one
Reiner: Dammit, Gabi, I told you the cat ears weren't hype anymore!
Sasha: These baddies getting weirder and weirder
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Mr. Leonhart: Annie's at that very special age where a girl has only one thing on her mind
Commander Magath: Boys?
Annie: Homicide.
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Moblit: Pro-tip: Keep a bunch of wrapped, empty boxes under the christmas tree. When a child misbehaves, throw one in the fireplace.
Hange: ...
Hange: What do I do when I run out of children?
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Pieck: *sticking a paper that reads "naughty and disobedient children DO NOT FEED" on Falco and Gabi*
Zeke: If those kids could read they'd be very upset
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Reiner: *points at his shirt that reads "i rely on pharmaceutical drugs to perform routine tasks"*
Reiner: *turns around, showing the back that reads "and then i don't do them"*
Porco: Oh, is it "cry for help" time yet?
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Reiner: What should I get from ihop?
Bertholt: Pancake mix
Annie: Sucked off
Porco: Killed
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Zeke: I really want to kiss you
Pieck: What?
Zeke: i SAID if you died i wouldn't miss you
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Eren: Oh come on Armin, I wasn't that drunk
Armin: Eren, you tried to color my face with a highlighter because you said I was important
Eren, tearing up: But you are
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Falco, lowering his voice in an intimidating manner: Don't talk down to me!
Colt: Well, I can hardly talk up to you. You're too short.
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Porco: *finishing remplacing Reiner's condiments with toothpaste* Don't tell Reiner about this?
Gabi: You want me to lie to Reiner?
Porco: Is that a problem?
Gabi: No.
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Sasha: I have a bad feeling about this
Gabi: What do you mean?
Sasha: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if something is going to get you in trouble?
Gabi: No?
Sasha: That... Explains so much actually
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Gabi, bleeding out: Call me an ambulance.
Falco, leaning over her, panicking: You're an ambulance??!
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Reiner: Okay, okay, uh, you're losing a lot of blood, what's your type?
Gabi: Oh anything really but nerds especially
Reiner: YOUR BLOOD TYPE
Gabi: *looks down* Uh. Red?
Falco: B positive
Reiner: LOOK I'M TRYING BUT SHE'S LITERALLY ABOUT TO DIE
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Gabi: *waking up in an unfamiliar bed* I love sleepovers
Porco: This isn't a sleepover, you're in the hospital
Gabi: Then why am I wearing this nightgown?
Porco: This is an hospital gown?
Gabi: Truth or dare?
Porco:
Porco: ...Dare
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Gabi: What happened?
Pieck: You were shot. Do you remember anything?
Gabi: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.
Falco: We didn't ride the ambulance
Gabi: Really? Then what was that loud siren?
Reiner: I was panicking, okay!
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Gabi: Don't worry, I'll be fine.
Reiner: Well you still were shot!!
Gabi: I've been shot before.
Reiner: It's not like you build up an immunity to bullets!
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Reiner: You got three eggs
Annie: Yes
Reiner: I'll give you a cookie for them
Annie: Mmh. How good is the cookie?
Reiner: Well I don't know. I need the eggs to make the cookie
Annie: So you tricking me?
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Zeke, to Eren: I'm trying to figure out a way to get rid of you so I can go commit atrocities
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Eren: Why is there always a law against everything I wanna do?
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Pieck: Hey Zeke, you know Marcel's throwing a party on the night of the new railroad inauguration
Zeke: Yeah, I've been arguing with Porco about this.
Pieck: Oh, he wants to go to the inauguration?
Zeke: No! Why would he want to-
Pieck: Oh sorry, YOU want to go to the inauguration?
Zeke: No! We've been arguing over who gets to go to Marcel's party with you
Pieck: Can't the three of us just go together?
Zeke: ... Good point
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Commander Magath: *squishes Gabi's face between two slices of bread* And what are you?
Gabi: An idiot sandwich :(
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Eren: I'm definitely the disappointment of the family but also the hottest so i can see why i got them pressed
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Ymir: I'm allergic to color.
Historia: Sounds like a "hue" problem
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Historia: We’ve got to find a way to cut down on expenses inside those walls. What can we live without?
Levi: Probably Eren Yaeger
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Armin: Flirt back goddamit
Annie: HOW
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Historia: They're called leggings because u put ur le
Historia: U put ur leg
Historia: They're called leggings because
Connie: Take your time
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Zeke: If only I were kpop. Then you'd all see.
Colt: You're already popular and widely hated. What more do you want??
Zeke: Thanks for saying that
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Historia, crouched down in front of her plants, examining insect bites on the leaves: I’m going to kill whoever did this. I’m going to kill them for you. Don’t worry babies. I’m going to murder every single contemptible degenerate that ever got a mouthful of you. They’ll die screaming
Ymir, walking out of the house: Oh! Okay. You’re talking to the plants. Okay-
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Jean: Why did you go to sleep so late?
Mikasa, looking into the distance: There is no rest for the wicked
Jean:
Mikasa:
Historia: Cat videos. She stayed up to watch cat videos.
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Reiner: Could you be any more annoying... Lol
Sasha: Easily.
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Reiner: I love it when you're drinking pineapple drinks and you can't feel your tongue and your entire face starts sweating, it's so cleansing.
Porco: Sounds like you're allergic to pineapples.
Gabi: Pineapples are supposed to taste like that.
Porco: Pretty sure you're allergic too.
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King Fritz: Bro stop chanting in dead languages you're scaring the hoes
Ymir Fritz: I'm summoning the hoes fool
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Annie: Long time no see, Galliard. I missed you.
Porco: I missed you too
*Both reload their pistols*
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Reiner: I've got a nice little word exercise for you: GET TO THE FUCKING POINT.
Sasha: Tempting, but have you considered this little affirmation; No?
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Reiner:
Gabi to the McDonalds employee: He asked for no pickles!! Takes the pickles off or I'll make jello out of all your bones!
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Ymir: I went to gay loser land and they said you're like a god to them
Reiner: Why did you go there?
Ymir: Anthropology
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Reiner: Hello, people who do not live here!
Pieck: Hi!
Porco: Hello!
Reiner: I gave you a key for emergencies
Pieck: We were out of doritos
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Pieck: You know where I want to kiss you??
Zeke: On the lips?
Pieck: No.
Zeke: Neck?
Pieck: No.
Zeke: ██ █████🔞█████?
Pieck: No.
Zeke: Then where?
Pieck: In front of all our friends and family when we both say "I do"
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Eren: Wait, is Captain Levi sleeping or dead?
Jean: Hopefully dead, I hated his guts.
Eren: Yeah, so did I.
Levi: Okay first of all, fuck you two-
Eren and Jean:
𓀥 𓁆 𓀕
𓁆 𓀟 𓀣 𓁀
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*Hange is cooking*
Levi: That's... An unusual sight. Since when do you cook?
Hange: This is for Erwin. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side.
Levi: I never quite realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.
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*Right before the battle of Liberio*
Sasha: So you remember the plan if I ever get hurt during this battle, right?
Connie: Of course.
Sasha: Tell me.
Connie: In the case of you ever being shot, as you fall to the ground, I am to sing, "MMMM WHATCHA SAY" no matter the circumstances.
Sasha: Good.
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Hange: So, guy's old lady comes home, okay, finds him laid cold on the ground with half his head missing
Mikasa: Well, that sounds like there's a titan on the loose.
Hange: Maybe.
Mikasa: So, how does that make this our kind of thing?
Hange: Because, Mikasa, Eren's in the wind, okay, you're sulking around like a ennuch in a whorehouse, and I can't help but ask myself, when is decapitation not my thing?
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Historia: rats are like... the rats of the world
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Annie: Gee, Zeke. I thought that someone with two wives would be happy.
Porco: Nah, you're thinking of someone with two knives
Gabi: *holding two knives*
Gabi: I gotta tell you, this is pretty terrific!
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Zeke: I am not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen!
Reiner: Really? Name one law
Zeke: Don't kill people?
Reiner: That's on me. I set the bar too low.
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Annie: In light of what you did for me, you may hug me for four to five seconds.
Historia: FORTY-FIVE SECONDS?!
Annie: NO! That's not what I-
Historia, running at her: Too late!
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Gabi: *wearing a shirt that says "you are not immune to propaganda"*
Falco: *carrying a baseball bat labelled "propaganda"*
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Hange: here’s a concept: me, riding your ceiling fan like a gargoyle. you, smacking me with a broom. both of us are yelling
Levi:
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Connie: "i can fix him" "i can make him worse" im at the gas station yall want anything
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Armin: Admit that you made that whole story up!
Reiner: No!
Armin: You started that fight!
Reiner: You callin’ me a liar?
Armin: No but I ain't callin’ you a truther either!
Mikasa: Armin, stop being a coward. Call him a bitch to his face.
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Historia, throwing her head into Ymir's lap: Tell me I’m pretty.
Ymir, lovingly stroking her hair: You’re pretty annoying, that’s what you are.
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Mikasa: I like my coffee the same way I like my men
Mikasa: Dark, bitter, and too hot for me
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Reiner: WHY IS THERE BLOOD EVERYWHERE?!
Zeke: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife
Reiner: You stabbed someone??
Zeke: No, I just fucking said that I aggressively poked someone with a knife. There's a difference, Reiner!
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Sasha, giving a talk at her 367th "how to woo Historia Reiss" talk of the year: Just be yourself. Say something nice.
Ymir: Which one?! I can't do both!
Reiner: Is "I would betray my country for you" considered nice or too foward?
Eren: Try "Daaaaamn girl you looked hot when you were murdering your hideous centipede titan of a father" instead
Sasha, sternly: Eren. I don't want to do it but I'm going to ban you from the lessons if you keep that attitude going.
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Eren: *getting stabbed*
Eren, walking away: This is mine now
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Historia: Wow, you really are the smartest person I know!
Mikasa: You hang out with Sasha and Connie
Mikasa: It's not as high a compliment as you think
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*Armin and Hange got kidnapped*
Hange: *Removing her handcuffs* You're lucky that I know how to get out of these.
Armin: Yeah, thank God you've been arrested enough times.
Hange: Hmm. Sure. Arrested.
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Reiner: You know, when Pieck comes over, Zeke can get a little...
Annie: Psycho?
Colt: Scary?
Bertholt: Drunk?
Reiner: All three, actually
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*At a dinner party in Historia's palace but someone has just been murdered*
Detective Historia, to Hange: You're acting pretty carefree for someone whose life has just been threatened. Who's to say you're not the murderer?
Hange: It's a murder, not a tax audit. I'll be fine.
Reiner: What about Pieck? Nobody ever suspects Pieck!
Pieck: Well what about Sasha? She has a gun!
Sasha: And Connie has a knife!
Connie: Yeah, for fun, not murder! *stabs Reiner in the arm*
*Everybody screams*
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Pieck: Okay, so I think that was pretty clear in establishing we're all wussies and none of us did it
Detective Historia, taking a puff out of her pipe: Elementary, my dear Watson
Pieck: What?
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Note that the "what should i get from the store" quote is, in fact, NOT the same one as in part 6. Neither is the gaz station one. I don't make mistakes, feeble mortals.
Find more of these here ! Also here's one of the incorrect quotes because it was particularly funny
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Midnight Mum's
Headlights ran through the room you were sitting in. It was dark, save for the soft glow of the fire dancing around.
You stood up from the couch and peeked through the large living room window to see if it was your boyfriend getting home.
He had some friends from high school visiting and they all went out to catch up on life and all of its infinite happenings.
You could hear him laughing and talking as he built up to his goodbye.
"Yeah, yeah, my girl's prolly asleep by now. I'll hafta be quiet." Reiner said, way too loud.
His friends said something that you couldn't quite catch. But the way he responded to it, you assumed it was dirty.
You chuckled as you watched him stumble up the walkway to the door.
He bent over to ... tie his boot? No, he's picking a flower from his own garden.
"Oh my -- Reiner. You idiot." You said to yourself as you hurriedly closed the flue on the fireplace and jogged down the hall to your bedroom. You have no idea why you did this, but you wanted to pretend you were asleep when he got home.
His keys jingled in the door and then you heard it open as he kicked off his boots.
"Oh-kay, shhh, shhhh, shhhhh, Reiner. Baby is asleep. Ya gotta be qu- quiet. Ok. Where's the damn bathroom at. Why'd she move it. Pffffttt she can't move a bathroom. Duh, dipshit." He always talks to himself when he drinks. It's one of the things about him you find so sweet. Stupid, but sweet.
You hear everything. Him talking to himself. He doesn't say anything incriminating - not that you'd ever assume he would do something awful. He just talks about what he's doing. How he brushes his teeth, flosses and rinses out with the mouthwash that "burns like a bitch."
It makes your heart swell with love for him, these rare occasions he lets loose. He's usually your watchful eye. Always choosing to be the designated driver so you can embark on a little journey of self-indulgence.
You always make it up to him when you get home, though. So he never really complains.
"Shit, forgot to lay out something to sleep in. Au naturel it is, then. Hmph. Serves me right. Drunken asshole -" He chuckles softly to himself as he thinks he's sneaking quietly down the hall to get into your shared room.
When you heard him say he forgot to lay out something to change into for bed, you quickly ripped your clothes off. It wasn't anything special that you were wearing. Just an old t-shirt with some band he used to listen to on the front. Your panties weren't even that sexy. Cute, sure. But not sexy.
The door softly creaked open and you heard his breathing immediately after he stepped inside.
What you didn't expect was him standing beside the bed for a couple of minutes. You assumed he was looking at you, your bottom half covered and your top half for the taking.
His breathing changed, it quickened. It got deeper and a little faster.
Oh, how you wanted to roll over like he'd woken you. But you clung to what little resolve you had. Knowing he was just inches away from you, naked. Drunk. The thought of his fingers grazing over your skin was starting to turn you on.
"Hmm ... bed. Oh, oh god, fuck I love this bed. You did so good pickin' it out baby. S'soft. But like, firm. Firrrrrmmm and s'soffffttt. S'perfect, baby. Jus' like you. Mm-hmm. Jus' ... *yawn* ... like ... *stretch* ... you.
He rolled to his left side to throw his right arm over your exposed waist but when he did he 'accidentally' tucked it up under your breast.
You stirred a little. Rubbing your bare ass against his half-hard cock. You knew it was all for a reason. But he thought you were just being sweet, trying to cuddle up closer to him in your sleep. The way your body misses him after a long day of being apart from each other.
"Ohh ffffuhh-hoo. I'm home, baby. You snuggin' in close on purpose? Or you just wanna be closer to me? I missed you t'night. Couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout ya."
He tucked his face into the back of your neck and inhaled so deeply it made you shiver against him.
"Hey, you 'wake? Did'ja hear me? I missed ya, all night long. Wan'ned to call but my boys put a drink in my face everytime I mentioned your name. That's why m's'drunk. Heyyy, where are your clothes?"
Reiner reached down to let his hand graze your ass.
"Oh f- baby, you're ... you're not wearin' any clothes." He ran his hand across the warm skin and nudged your shoulder with his nose. Kissing in between breaths.
You rolled onto your back and put your right arm above your head, praying he wouldn't tickle you. This didn't feel like it was headed toward a tickle sort of night, though.
He accommodated your shift in position and scooted back a ways.
Laying there, just staring at you like he'd stumbled upon some beauty down at the hidden part of the beach. Lounging in the sun with no cover whatsoever.
"God, you're testin' me tonight. And I'm gonna fuckin' fail. So hard. M'gonna fail. But that's all right, 'cause t'morrow is a brand new day. I'll be better t'morrow. K? God? Thank you for this meal which m'bout to receive."
He ran his rough hands over your breasts to perk your nipples. "Oh god ... you're so fuckin' soft, baby."
You wanted to jump on him. You could feel how hard he was at this point. It was driving you crazy playing this game. And with who? Who were you playing with? Yourself? By yourself. Hoping there was still a way you could win, you moaned a little in your fake sleep state and threw your right leg over his left one.
Luckily, you often sleep tangled or splayed out on one another. So this probably seemed perfectly normal to him, how you laid just then.
"Thaaat's right, such a good girl. Even ready f'me in your sleep. Goddamn ..."
He ran his middle finger up the middle of your cunt, spreading your lips open just enough that he could dip his finger inside you.
"How - wh - you're s'wet, baby. You have some fun while I was out t'night? Or you just reactin' to me bein' this close to ya? Mmm, I wish you'd wake up."
Sucking your juices off of his finger he positioned himself right between your legs. Throwing both of your knees up over his broad shoulders, he grabbed you gently around the thighs and pulled you down a little bit.
"M'gonna have a midnight snack now, ok, baby? I need somethin' on my stomach ... other'n beer n'whiskey. You've been warned."
When Reiner said 'you've been warned', that usually meant 1 of 2 things: He was going to eat you like he'd die if he stopped or he was going to be so gentle and take his time with you so much so that you wouldn't know what the fuck to do with yourself.
You kinda hoped it was the latter. You missed him ... a lot. And you loved it when he came home to you after being apart. Whether it was for 9 hours or a week. You two always reconnected immediately.
It was one of your favorite things about being with him; how he always wanted to bridge the gap. No matter how large or small.
He started off lower than he usually does. Kissing your ankles and massaging your feet a little bit. You relaxed about the tickling. If he was going to tickle you at all, he'd have done it when you tossed your arm up and left your pit wide open. You weren't worried about your feet at all.
You did shift again, though, not much. Just opening yourself up further for him. As if subconsciously, like one of those dreams that seems too real, you made room for him between your legs.
"You're gonna wish you were 'wake for this, baby. I swear ... I'm only sorry m's'drunk. But I'll remember. Y'know what, doll, maybe I'll just set up my phone over there to record this. Jus' so I can show you later how good I made you feel in your sleep. Ahh, no. Then I'll have to move. I don't wanna move."
Reiner situated himself between your thighs, sucking and licking on both of them before he exhaled heavily on your wetter-than-it should-be-while-you're-sleeping cunt.
His breath made you moan a little. The soft heat of it all washes over your most sensitive spot. He looked up at you as his tongue met with your spread lips, licking such soft swipes on your clit.
You were almost out of your mind at this juncture. Watching him eat you out was almost spiritual. His eyes never left yours as he dragged his tongue over your pussy. It was so hard to keep quiet and not whip your eyes open to see his beautiful face stuffed in between your thighs.
He memorized the faces you made with how he moved his mouth. Reiner knew exactly what the fuck he was doing to you.
You were losing this little stupid game you were trying to play. Did he know you're awake? Is he doing this on purpose?
Words were right on the tip of your tongue while you were right on the tip of his.
How content he was, holding you open, lapping at your clit.
You were doing ok until he slid 2 of his calloused fingers into you. He prodded you with his fingers, feeling around for just ... the ... right ...
"Hmm, Rei'."
… spot.
Oopsie.
"Heyyyy baby girl. There ya are. So sweet, waking up for me. Hi." He cooed. "I didn't think you'd ever wake up. But I got'cha. I know how to get'cha up."
He pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly, watching your face. You knew he'd never let you live this down and he knew you were awake the whole time.
"You're so good, Reiner. So good. You get me every time." You giggled and reached your hand out to the back of his head to tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing his face back down to your pussy.
He moaned against you as he licked and sucked on your clit. You felt like you were getting close already, he could tell. You were breathing heavily, you had your right hand on his head and your left hand over your mouth.
"Mm-mm. No coverin' up. Lemme hear ya." Reiner took your hand and laid it on his back, he put his right hand on your lower stomach to rub your clit with his thumb while he worked his tongue in and out of your pussy.
"Ahh, god. Reiner, I'm gonna cum, please -" You couldn't hold back anymore. You just needed to feel him.
He pulled his fingers out and moved his mouth over your opening, sucking and licking and moaning like he was the one getting the orgasm of a lifetime.
He kept it up until you came all over his tongue.
"That's my girl. Cum for me, baby. I love it. I love it." He whispered softly as you rocked against his mouth.
You weren't even tired. You didn't know what time it was but you knew it was late.
Reiner crawled up to you and laid beside you.
You rolled onto your side to face him.
"Hi." You said quietly, your body still feeling the effects of him working his magic on you.
"Hi yourself." He smiled, licking his lips.
"You tired?" You asked, walking your fingers around the hair just above his pelvic bone.
"Mm-mm. Not yet." Reiner leaned in to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips. It drove you crazy (in the best way, of course) how much he loved to taste you. You didn’t really understand and every time you bring it up, he just shakes his head and says not to worry about it. He “fucking loves it and that’s all that matters.”
You reached down to wrap your hand around his cock, slowly stroking it. He closed his eyes and groaned in your ear.
"Fuck, baby. I want you so bad." He opened his eyes to look at you as you scooted down to lay between his legs.
You wasted no time, taking his entire length in your mouth. He bucked his hips up and let out a soft "ahhhh, fuck."
You bobbed up and down, running your tongue across the bottom of his dick. He grabbed a handful of your hair and held it back for you, so he could watch you work.
"I'm gonna cum, baby. Do you - do you wanna swallow or -"
You looked up at him and shook your head no.
"Ok. Ok." He was trying not to lose his cool. He was trying so hard.
You stroked him as you pulled your mouth off of him, licking the tip and smiling up at him.
"I want it ..." Reiner let out a long sigh as you climbed up his body and sank yourself down on top of his hard cock. "... here. Can you cum for me in here, Rei'? Please? It feels so fucking good when you cum inside of me."
You gave him your best innocent look as you began to ride him.
Reiner held onto your waist, bucking up into you and kissing your breasts as you bounced up and down on his cock.
He moaned your name as he felt himself getting closer to his peak.
"Oh, shi-. Oh baby, fuck..." he grunted and groaned as he came inside of you, filling you up and gripping your waist so tight it was like he was afraid to let you go.
"Stay with me, baby. Stay with me, right here, please." He whispered as he came down.
You laid on top of him, your head on his chest. You could feel his heart beating fast, and it made you smile.
He rubbed your back as you listened to his breathing slow down.
"I have something for you." He said softly.
"You mean more than what you just gave me?" You asked.
It was quiet for a minute.
"Mm-hm, s'over on the nightstand. I wanted it to be the first thing you saw in the morning. Well, after me, I mean." He gently guided you back down onto your spot in the bed and he climbed over your legs to reach for it.
"You didn't have to get me anything, Reiner." you said as you squeezed his ass.
"Oh, no. I know. It's really nothin'. Was just comin' home and saw it and I remembered the day we planted them in the front. I jus' wan'ned to give ya this."
He handed you a chrysanthemum and watched your face light up.
“Doesn’t smell or look as pretty as you always do, but I,” he scratched the back of his neck and looked up at you from under his brows, “well, I just wanted to give this to you.”
Your heart was exploding in your chest.
You sat up to kiss him and he wrapped his arms around you.
You felt so safe and secure in that moment. You never want your time with this man to end.
"I'm gonna put this in water and then ... Do you want to try and get some sleep?" You asked, rubbing his arm.
"Yeah, that sounds good. Thank you, baby. You're so sweet." He smiled and laid back on the bed as you walked over to the bathroom to rinse out a small vase.
You smiled to yourself as you put the single flower in the water.
You sighed happily as you stared at the flower on the nightstand and felt his grip on you tighten.
You were going to cherish that memory for the rest of your days. Together. Him and you. Just like this. Just as it should be.
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Reiner Braun X Fem!Reader
Hands Up Pt. 3 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆
Summary: Reiner gets an interesting letter, deciding to go through with the invitation ₊ ⊹
Warnings: Very slight nsfw stuff ₊ ⊹
The breeze was unusually cold this evening, causing Reiner’s skin to be plastered in goosebumps. His teeth chattered as he picked up one of the large crates. The task on its own was easy for a man of his strength, yet the unusual weather made it a bit more challenging. He bit the inside of his cheek before finally setting the large box down, all that relived tension feeling like a nice pat on the back.
He looked around at the rest of the scouts, observing kindly the friends he’d made. For just a moment, he thought back to you. He didn’t know why he would, it just happened, almost like he was hoping to spot you amongst the soldiers. He shook the unusual thought and wiped his hands, walking back to pick up the next large crate.
“Reiner.”
He heard a stern voice from behind him, one he didn’t quite recognize. He quickly turned, standing still in the soldier position. It was a higher-ranking officer, yet he couldn’t remeber their name.
The man seemed to be holding… a letter? Reiner’s brows furrowed in confusion, mind wondering with all sorts of possibilities for what this could be about.
“Sir.”
The higher up extended his arm out, offering for Reiner to take the envelope.
“A letter, for you. Not sure from who tho, we just got it earlier today.”
He explains, though this just raised even more questions in Reiner’s mind, almost worrying him a bit. He reluctantly grabbed the envelope; It wasn’t marked with any name, just saying ‘TO REINER’
Reiner looked back up to thank the soldier, yet he was already walking off, not seeming to care in the slightest. Almost excitedly, Reiner opened the letter like a kid on Christmas, though a chilling nervousness plagued the back of his mind.
Dear Reiner . . .
I couldn’t help but find your demeanour and kind personality charming, notably during our last encounter. I can’t thank you enough for sparing my life, along with the walk home. From the times i’ve spent with you, I can tell you’re a kind man. If you would ever like to meet up: Please come see me at the old tree in Trost, near the church, tomorrow at 8:00. I hope you are doing okay. Thank you.
- Love, Y/N. ♡
Reiner just stared at the writing for what felt like a minute, his heart racing in his chest. He almost didn’t belive it, a part of him wanting to underhype the excitement just in case it was a prank.
Though, he knew it was true. The wording, handwriting, it all looked genuine. It looked like it was really you who wrote it. Reiner quickly folded up the letter, stuffing it in his back pocket. He smiled.
5 minutes. Though, it felt like 20.
You patiently awaited for Reiner, conflicted thoughts and a nervous thumping in your chest. You hated this part. After all, you weren’t even certain if he was going to show up here at all. You were either right on the money, or completely missing the shot.
You fiddled with your thumbs once more, hoping the mere simple action would distract your mind like it had before. This was painful, almost. Each passing second felt like you were more and more idiotic for trusting him. 10 minutes.
“Y/N?” A familiar voice called out from behind the tree.
You almost flinched, yet your heart quickly melted as you saw Reiner standing there, a bouquet of flowers in hands and a genuine expression.
“Reiner… you came!”
You excitedly say, as he takes a seat next to you. The spot you had chosen was very dear to you, a breezy tree atop a hill. It gave you a very nice view of the town, along with the river side.
“Of course I did.” He smiles with a cocky expression.
Reiner hands you the bouquet, a small aray of what look likes violets, tulips, and lavenders. You instinctively smelt it, making Reiner grin at your pureness.
“God, these are beautiful, thank you!”
You pulled out your face from the bouquet and smiled once more, a million thoughts running through your head. Though, now that he was here, you couldn’t help but hypothesize on how this night could play out.
“Oh, no worries. A girl as pretty as you deserves ‘em”
He knew what he was doing. Your face immediately lights up red.
“Hey, no need to get all flustered. Just speaking the truth. Also, sorry I was late.”
You look at Reiner reassuringly as he expresses his concern. The evening breeze highlighted your face as you looked at him with such admiration, glistening eyes, parted lips, and a soft grip on the bouquet.
Reiner nearly couldn’t handle it. Even just sitting there, you looked so gorgeous in his eyes.
“Oh, it’s okay. I’m just glad you’re here.”
His heart breaks once more as you reveal your kindness without even trying.
“Would you like to walk around town?”
You ask, nervously awaiting his opinion on the matter.
“Of course. I’d love that.”
You smile even more that you ever have, cheeks completely flushed now. There was no turning back, and that was for the better. Reiner quickly stands up, offering you his hand to take.
His ears get a bit more red as your warm hand gently slides into his. Your skin was so soft, so delicate… He just wanted to protect you, an urge he couldn’t explain. As you both stand up, Reiner cocks his head slightly, indicating you to follow him. Without hesitation, you quickly scurry over to his side, the beautiful bouquet still in hands.
And just like that, the moon was up. It alongside the stars were the only observable thing in the night sky. It was beautiful. The moonlight shined onto your face as Reiner admired your features. You two had spent the night talking, learning more about each-other, and laughing all around town. It had gone by so fast, yet you didn’t want to go. Not yet.
He had revealed some more to you about his character to you. He discussed his affiliation with the scouts, his friends, comrades, missions, and more. Almost everything about him made you fall for him harder.
As for you, you hadn’t meantioned a lot about your affiliation with the various criminals. You felt ashamed, after all. You wanted this to be a distraction from that, and Reiner understands.
“This was really nice, Y/N.”
He adds as you both slowly stop walking. It was time to split ways for the night. You two were stood on the edge of the river bend. The water flowing made for the perfect relaxing ambience.
“It’s my pleasure, really.”
You two smiled, gazing into each-other’s eyes.
“Hey, I- Uhh… I really like you.”
Reiner states almost nervously.
“I like you too, Reiner.”
You looked up at him, innocently flushed. He watched with admiration. He really meant what he was saying, and he was hooping you did too.
There was a silence. Not an awkward one, though. A comfortable silence. You weren’t even aware till now, but both of your faces were slowly inching towards each-other. He stared at you with a half open jaw, as your eyes fluttered.
He breathed in hard before risking it all. Reiner cupped your jaw with one of his muscly hands, softly bringing your face towards his. You two share a slow, passionate kiss, almost desperately. Your heart thumped in your chest once more as your hands gently rested on his abdomen. Reiner’s muscles retracted in pleasure, he was getting too lost in the moment.
And just like that you pulled back, a breath choked. You stared at eachother as some underlying tention finally got released. You hadn’t known what had just happened, but weren’t complaining in the slightest.
Reiner suddenly takes your hands in his.
“How about I send you another letter, yeah? I want to see you again.”
You smile and nod.
“I- Yes. Okay.”
Reiner leans in once more and gently kisses your cheek. It all happened so fast, every movement, every syllable, you didn’t have time to process what all this meant.
“Take care of yourself for me, okay?”
You nodded. He pulled back and smiled one last time before walking off, as you did the same.
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Good evening (sorry if it's not evening for you🙈)... do you have some time to learn about our lord and savior Reiner? yes? good.
cause I HAVE THOUGHTS about this man... everyone assumes he's a bit dumb... (and he sometimes is, don't get me wrong) but he's also... smart case in point, after getting info on when Eren is he lets Annie "get him" he then CRAVES THE DAMN INFO ON HER HAND AND WHILE STILL HEALING PICKS UP 70KG ARMIN AND BOLTS RUNNING. BOY STRAIGHT UP WEIGHT LIFTS A TITAN THAT'S CHOMPING ON HIS ARM TO HELP OUT CONNIE (proof of him being a good friend...) We are not going to start about the sad parts cause I really don't want to cry.
boy shows up in one scene: 1) he smart, 2) he quick on his thoughts and 3) HE STRONG
I bet he pouts if someone says he's just a big dumb idiot. he then glows when his partner defends him. HE GETS THAT STUPID GRIN
but also I really like to think poor baby is weak to hugs and just loves to deflate on top of his partner while lazy sundays....
the world is indeed a cruel place cause I can't hug the big boy
sorry about the beginning 🙈🤣🤣🤣
it is evening 4 me!!!
baby listen…one thing about me……I’m always down to hear about reiner braun ok day and night 25/8
no but ur so right, he is extremely bimbo coded but his critical thinking and leadership is so???? omg seasons 1 and 2 cadet reiner be still my heart… like it kind of falls apart in season 4 but then bb pulls it back at the end fighting for his damn life excuse me while I breathe into a brown paper bag
in terms of soft reiner…..absolute baby. big baby wet boy baby. constantly needs to be touching you, will look up at u like 🥺 if u shift even 2cm away, snuggles so close into the crook of ur neck at bedtime…..oh my GOD
tell me about ur blorbo 🫵🏻
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Reiner x Reader
Title: Forever
Fluff
Warning: Suicide attempt
Reiner stared at you horrified, you were never supposed to see this side of him. Your shaking hands covered your mouth as sobs began to escape. He slowly removed the gun from his mouth, letting it fall to the floor.
“(Y/N), I can-” You ran to him before he could finish and your arms wrapped around his head. You held him to your chest. He froze as you began to cry in his hair and he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you into his lap, trying to soothe you.
“Hey, please don’t cry. I can’t bear the thought of you crying.”
“Idiot, what were you thinking? Were you really going to…” your voice trailed off, as he cupped your cheeks. You could see the pain in his eyes and you cupped his cheeks back.
“I am sorry, I never meant for you to see that. I-”
“I am glad I came when I did if you… if you would have followed through I don’t know what I would have done Reiner. I love you, geez. You can’t kill yourself if you need someone to talk to. Talk to me, I am always here for you.” You went into a small rant, not realizing you had confessed. You were just hurt and scared that you almost lost him.
“You…love me?” He asked and you nodded your head. You leaned your forehead against him before beginning to pepper his face with kisses. Reiner’s heart felt like it was going to explode, you care for him. Loved him. He accepted the small kisses that you littered across his face, and he began to relax.
“I am sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I should have come to you if I was struggling.” He mumbled, but you planted a small kiss on his lips. You wanted him to feel loved, you weren’t sure why he wanted to kill himself. But you wanted to make sure he knew that people cared and loved him.
The kiss you placed on his lips absentmindedly, made him freeze up. He tightened his hold on your waist, and when you went to trail your kisses somewhere else, he gripped your chin and brought your lips back to his. You closed your eyes, and he hugged you tighter to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your front against his. He parted from the kiss and met your eyes, he gently stroked your tears away.
“I am sorry, please forgive me.”
“Of course I forgive you. Don’t do anything like this again, okay?” Reiner nodded and stroked your cheek. You continued to run your hands through his hair, and he took a shaky breath. You didn’t pry as to what made him want to do something like this. You knew he would tell you in due time.
“I am always here for you, and you can tell me anything. I won’t tell anyone, okay? You trust me right?” You asked and he laid his head against your shoulder.
“I trust you, I do.” He mumbled, and you massaged his scalp which made him take a deep breath.
“Even if no one else does, I love you. I love you so much, and no matter what you do, or where you go. I will be there by your side. You don’t have to feel alone Reiner. I mean it.” He smiled as he pressed a small kiss to your neck, before burying his face there. You could feel him smile, though it was a small one.
“I appreciate it (Y/N). I really do. Thank you, I love you too. But would you, would you follow me even if it meant… god I can’t believe I am asking this,” he mumbled. You stroked his hair and pulled back to look at him.
“Are you regretting what you did? Back on Paradis Island?” You asked and he nodded his head.
“They aren’t bad people, they are just wanting to survive. I made so many friends, and just like that, I betrayed them. I-”
“Shh, it’s okay. I had a feeling you were regretting it. To answer your question, I would still go wherever you go. If you team up with them, I would too.” You whispered and he felt his shoulders relax. Hearing those words leave your lips sent a wave of relief through him.
“I see, I am glad.”
“Now, promise me. Promise you will never, ever do something like this again.”
“I promise…”
“Whenever you feel the urge to, come to me. We can cuddle and just be together until you feel better okay?”
“Can we stay like this then?” He asked and you smiled and pecked his forehead, nose then lips.
“Of course. However long you need to, we can.”
“Forever. Let’s just stay like this forever,” he mumbled and pressed multiple kisses to your neck.
“Alright.”
“I love you with every ounce of my being.”
“I love you to Reiner.”
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Attack On Titan Blondes Taking Care Of a Sick S.O
Armin Arlert
I see Armin as one of the best caretakers when it comes to dealing with a sick significant other. This is mostly due to his intelligence, but also because of his sweet and giving nature. After all, Eren and Mikasa always helped him out back in the day, so how could he not give back to the world by treating an ill lover with immense care? Armin, upon realizing that his SO is sick, would initially panic. I mean full on pacing around, his hands pressed against his head, finger-nail biting. I imagine that the sick partner would have to be the one to calm him down! From there, Arlert would know what to do. He’d meticulously prepare the most beneficial of foods and medicines. He’d INSIST that his partner needs to sleep and would actually grow frantic again if they didn’t listen or got out of bed.
Annie Leonhart
Annie is a very blushy person, as witnessed during her interactions with Armin towards the end of the series! Even generally, she’s obviously not one to express love, care or concern in a traditional fashion. She’s the type to hide her feelings while calling her partner an idiot with a red face. As such, the scenario I keep picturing is Annie sitting at the end of the bed where her SO is laying and just staring with her usual stoic look. Upon being questioned? she’d say that she’s ‘Just bored.’ or ‘Killing time.’ However, that’s a lie. In reality she wants to make sure that her lover is kept company!! She will retrieve anything they need or desire. The moment they’re well though, Annie will do a 180 and return to her usual totally cold self! Annie would definitely try and fix injuries by snapping bones into place and giving violent massages.
Reiner Braun
Reiner is the type to take this sort of thing VERY seriously. He’d lament the fact that his lover has fallen to illness while staring down. He’d have whole anime flashbacks, mourning as though he’s already lost them for good. He’d end up in a worse state than his partner. Reiner’s lover would end up assuring him that everything will be okay. He’d eventually snap out of his weird state as a result. Reiner enjoys sitting and watching his partner, even if they say that such a thing is not necessary. He’d ask ‘Who is it that you caught this from?’ Whatever the answer, he’d make a mental note to go and have a ‘chat’ with that person later.
Erwin Smith
Erwin is another contender for best caregiver! I feel as though he’d be the most… Normal, in this situation? He’d take it seriously, much like Reiner, yet not to the same degree where he’s stuck sulking. If the illness is bad enough, would no doubt give an endless motivational speech about overcoming anything. He’d talk and the germs would kill themselves, that’s the power of the speech god Erwin Smith. Unless the sickness is terrible enough for a speech, personally I see him as a very hands off kinda guy. He’d provide medicine, kiss them on the forehead, and have them sleep alone until they feel better. Practical. It’s all very befitting of Erwin in my opinion!!
Historia Reiss
Historia will utilize her endless resources to make sure that her lover is provided with the maximum amount of comfort possible. She’s a worrier and might even cry if the person she loves is sick enough. Honestly I don’t have much for this character. Just know that she’s a total sweetheart.. She’d probably clasp her partner’s hands just stay for a while, internally hoping for the best possible outcome. I almost wanna say that she might even pray, but Historia’s father kinda ruined the concept of gods for her, didn’t he?
Niccolo
Duh. Who could’ve seen this coming? Niccolo will cook for his partner. Whatever will potentially make that person feel better. 5 star soups and all sorts of elegant, delicious dishes hailing the land of Marley. Niccolo is very compassionate and would likely wish to spoon feed his SO. I believe that he’d stay in the same room as them at all times, eventually falling asleep a small distance away.
Zeke Yeager
Zeke Yeager does… Care. He’s also not stupid but I just don’t see him as a great person to believe in when it comes to helping sick lovers. He’d probably make dry remarks, hoping that humor could cheer he/she/them up. He also enjoys reading and will read books to his lover. Sometimes he forgets to read out-loud and ends up just sitting in silence, forgetting what the original purpose of the endeavor was.
Porco Galliard
Another grumpy grouch man. He is the type to literally die for his partner. He’d make sure they have everything they need and more, from tissues to blankets. He has no quarrels with standing there and fanning an overheating lover. Porco will likely be in a bad mood the entire duration of which his lover is not feeling well. When others press the issue of his sour mood, he’d simply shoot a glare towards that person or those people.
Falco Grice
As seen with his behavior towards Gabi, Falco is an immensely kind and loyal individual. I see him as the upper echelon when it comes to playing the role of provider for his injured or ill romantic partner. Like many of the nicer characters, he’s a worrier. Unlike those guys, however, he’s always level headed and never panics. The kid is self sacrificial, especially if it’s for those he cares about. Falco will likely catch whatever his S.O has by the end of the week. Not once would be complain about it either.
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Cowboy Bebop #23: “Brain Scratch” | April 3, 1999 | S01E23
Adult Swim premiere: November 12, 2001 - 12:30AM
Okay, so way back when Adult Swim started I immediately turned my back on Cowboy Bebop for being anime and especially for not being 4 more repeats of Space Ghost Coast to Coast. So I didn’t really on-purpose watch it at all. But the closest I got after turning the first episode off after five minutes was when I watched the last stretch of this episode, context-free. I saw an old man’s face on a bunch of TV screens smugly saying things like (insulting, slightly gayer mimic) “do you know why man believes in god? (long pause) because he wants to.” or “god didn't create humans... it is humans that created god!” while ominous music played. “You see TV has become the new religion” SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP YOU PRETENTIOUS FUCKING ANIME BULLSHIT.
It’d liken it to the time when I was under the influence of a COOL ADULT I knew who said All in the Family was lame and preachy and completely overrated. I sampled a single episode on TVLand and it was exactly those things, with an overly simplistic MONEY CAN’T BUY HAPPINESS message that was constantly punctuated with Rob Reiner furrowing his brow thoughtfully at Archie being too STUPID and CONSERVATIVE to understand it all. I drew this comic about it:
Later I downloaded all of All in the Family in MP3 form and listened to them instead of podcasts and you wanna know what? I fucking LOVED IT and thought the show was brilliant and hilarious, all because I didn’t have to look at Rob Reiner scowling. My point is my impression of anime was that it would be exactly as pretentious as this episode is. I happened to catch the one single scene from the show that would reinforce those ideas THE MOST.
Well, I appreciate this show more now. This episode is fine, I guess. I do still think it’s pretentious. I think there was an episode of Duckman that was more insightful than this that had the same message. TV controls people, they worship it like a religion. Sure. But it’s also cheap hedonistic fun, and what am I gonna do? NOT WATCH IT? Hell, I have TWO TVS going right now as I speak. One is a B&W dailies monitor I bought at a yard sale for 5 dollars. I had to buy an RCA adapter that was 6 dollars to hook up a VCR to it and now I play random tapes on it. I just think it’s cool looking. Sorry, I just realized I haven’t used my tumblr to brag about my B&W monitor yet. I could sell it on eBay for $50 bucks, easy, but I’m not gonna. What was I talking about
This one is about a guy who is selling a religion where you can allegedly upload your soul into a computer or something, and live digitally. 1000s have seemingly committed suicide for this process. BUT COULD IT BE REAL? And why is the head of this religion unreachable? He appears on TV to hawk his cult on a daily basis. It turns out he’s using the brainwaves of a comatose guy, basically using him like a battery and he’s just a max headroom on a screen. I think. Then he says pretentious stuff to Spike while they kill him.
Obvious reference I didn’t realize until this very moment: Heaven’s Gate. That guy. Remember that shit? I do, because I was just becoming an extremely online guy at the time and I remember that being maybe one of the most famous websites out there. I remember the official Monty Python website redesigned their site to parody it, and thinking it was so funny. I recall going to the actual site out of morbid curiosity and my mother freaked out and thought I was going to become a cult member, and I remember feeling like insanely insulted by that and getting into a big fight with her. I don’t even believe in Christian god, you idiot!!!
I like the first act, where they are flipping through TV channels and stuff. All this stuff is strong. But I still think this episode is a little lame and goofy, the same way I did when I stumbled on it in 2001 and s’d my damn h. At it. But, it didn’t piss me off, and that’s worth something.
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sea of magnolias - chapter two "dragonflies"
cw; no plot ofc, slice of life, melancholy, references to mother nature, jean is now here and he is a SWEETIE!!!! pure fluff, 3k words because im so slow, i wanna be 17 and live in the sea, yearning/longing, pieck and porco are idiots in love
hi again!! this story is very touching to me and i can't stop expanding despite how little the word count is lol i hope you all enjoy this little slice of life south carolina story bc i love it!!
chapter one - chapter three
Marshes, white beaches, blue crabs. They didn’t wake you up. Neither did the small puddle of drool in the basin of your collarbone or the breeze bleeding in from the open window. That’s ocean breath.
You come apart, your cold limbs tangled up in hers and your eyes open like blooming flowers; if you could just sleep for a bit longer…Sleep like the pale mermaids you see rotting in the marsh, where the sea swallows their spine and soft skin; God puts her face down and her carrion melts unto the moon drenched nectar. If you could sleep…
You shiver beneath the cool quilt and feel Pieck beside you, your sweaty skin slides off hers with no traction—just like how the algae in the marsh slips beneath your feet.
Sometimes you and Pieck would cuddle in her twin sized mattress, hide beneath her big pink comforter, and trace each other's scars like constellations. A botfly infested her bottom lip and Porco cut it out with his pocket knife. She bled like a peach and smiled at you with blood stained teeth. You were shirtless playing cowboys and Indians with no distinction whether you were a boy or a girl, tripped and skinned your knee on the blistering pavement. Mama poured rubbing alcohol over your skin and promised that it wouldn’t hurt but that didn’t stop you from crying. You’ve got another one where no one can touch.
And sometimes you’d wake up with sunlight bleeding in through her window, the kind of sunlight you only saw when you were seven years old and small enough to be carried by your Mama; chalk on your hands and knees covered in bruises, no one had hurt you yet and never would if she was there to protect you, right?
“Pieck?” You whisper, hoping she hears you above the whispers of the marsh. They’re always saying something to you. You drifted to sleep like drifting to the sea and it’s still dark out, even darker than before, and you hear noise coming from the kitchen over the marsh valleys somber sounds. She’s saying something to you. “I think Pock’s home.”
“Mhmph,” She mumbles beneath the blankets and rubs her tired eyes, “He doesn’t live here.”
You’ll have to go home soon. Home right on the marsh water and rotting wood, home where it smells like the feather of a blue heron and where you’ve got all your pretty sundresses hanging up like American flags—the kind that makes boys unable to control themselves around you and God turn his gaze back to the sunset; Pock will drive you home. But it feels so nice to cuddle with her. Her skin is hot but cool when you touch your cheek to her spine, each little bump is another phase of the moon and you remember how she was the only girl at your sixteenth birthday.
You hum at the buzzing of Porco; Pieck, will you make me the happiest man on earth? Will you give me a son? And you hear his deep voice, heavy with beer and honey, mumbling something indistinct and gruff, something you don’t bother listening to.
“He must’ve brought another one of his fuckin’ friends over,” Pieck stretches her feet from beneath the blanket and cracks her back like a glow stick, “My daddy’s gonna kill him. I promise you that.”
Pieck slips away, waddling like an angel to the warm light of the kitchen lantern—that's how the fireflies get burned—and you hear her mumble to Pock about how he shouldn’t be using the key under the mat whenever he feels like a beer with his buddy… Jean?
Not blondie Reiner, not the olive boy Connie with the shark tooth necklace—he said he dug them out himself—not the younger one Colt or the dark scary boy Jaeger with dead eyes.
Jean. A new flower.
The moons out, you can feel her flowers growing and her spotlight shining down through Pieck’s open window. With that breeze, with that coolness of the evening, with that sleepy nectar that always keeps you safe. Midnight blue faded around you. You could almost touch it.
You shuffle beneath the quilt, rubbing your eyes full of bugs and lashes, and hear Pock crack open a Bud Light; he’s gonna crack his teeth one of these days. And you crawl out from the blanket to follow Pieck, just like you always did as a baby with your little blue jeans rolled up to your knees, always wanting to be right by her. This time it's a peach sundress and hardwood floors. You float to the kitchen light like a moth to a flame.
It’s Pock stumbling drunk and swinging his arm over her shoulders, kissing her sloppy and dancing around the kitchen with his babies in his arms. It’s Pieck hiding her face in his chest, hiding her red cheeks and blooming smile where no one but his heart can see and it’s—
He’s six feet tall, as tall as the moon, and maybe he could get it for you if you ask real nice—he’s leaning out the open window, looking up at the deep dark sea of the sky, the moon like a pearl and his tan skin like the shore. Blue jeans and a red ball cap; oh, you wanna touch your heart and find the seashells hidden inside, put them up to your ear, and have them whisper to you that he’s a flower. A lily? A dahlia? The ones hidden beneath your bed with true souls and soft eyes…
And he turns around and you see his face. Now you know what flower he is.
Oh, he’s so pretty.
You lock eyes for a moment and you swear his face softened; in oil paint taken right from the moon and sea, he was made from honey. He looks at you like a little boy, as if he weren’t a man, but something soft and slack jawed that wouldn’t hurt you or the frail little birds with broken wings you like to nurture; his baseball cap and light scruff. He gently smiles at you and you swear boys like him aren’t from here.
He sips his beer and runs a hand through his hair. You touch the flowerbed between your breasts and wonder if you’re ever getting home.
“Go away,” Pieck shoves him, but he takes her down with him, “You’re an animal.”
“You know you love me, baby.” Porco slurs, “S’why you’ve got my baby in you. S’why we’re gettin’ married,'' He pulls her into his arms, his wet mouth bleeding with beer kisses the top of her head and rubs her belly, eyes lidded like bumblebees—you stand there watching them fool around, listening to the gulls and the nic-sea-breeze fray the curtains, letting the blue moon drift in pass Jean. He must like it. He’s watching you, a gentle smile that makes him look humble, then the open window, then the mosquitos buzzing around his sun kissed skin. Oh, he’s so tan. Oh, he’s so tall.
He doesn’t look like one of the boys from here. Even though he’s tan and strong, he looks tender.
He reminds you of those shy cowboys, the ones with hearts aglow and eyes full of stars, waiting to be met with either a bottle of whiskey or the Big Dipper up in the sky; your cool naked skin by the campfire and his big old calloused hands shining orange, red, and blue as he holds you close…
But you look at him again and he isn’t a cowboy. Cowboys can’t ride in the marsh. He’s just soft and pretty and taller than the moon. He’s only seventeen.
Maybe he’ll play cowboys and Indians with you.
Porco pouts at Pieck when she pinches his cheeks. You hope she shuts him up before he starts singing that song and makin’ up his own lyrics, before he starts trying to fight everything in sight. But you also hope Jean isn’t as quiet as you.
“You girlies shouldn’t be left alone,” Porco kisses her nose and you know he’s piss drunk, he must’ve robbed a liquor store like his daddy used to. That’s what put him in jail. “Y’all’dve called me n’ Jeanboy. Promise we’da keep ya safe and all.”
Jeanboy. Oh, Jeanboy, say something. You can’t help but watch him standin’ there, silent and tall with big shoulders meant for climbing on; something so intangible, something so indistinct and sweet about him. You hear Mother Nature humming everytime he looks up and looks away, shy like a scared little fawn in the body of a big strong elk. That’s not how boys act. You swear she’s rubbing peach blood all over his cheeks. He’s blushing.
“Yeah, you’re real cute, Pock.”
Then you watch him lean down to her and whisper something that he shouldn’t have, something that makes her wanna die.
“Will you shut up?” Pieck squeals, sick of all the sweet words he’s been whispering beneath his breath. She pushes him away and he comes stumbling drunk over to you.
“Miss Baby,” You’re sick of that nickname, “Haven’t seen you around here lately.” Porco pinches your cheek and you slap him away like a mosquito. You wish he’d shut up. He’s always treating you like a little sister and you didn’t want Jean to think you were something not worth kissing. You’re a woman. But Porco wouldn’t understand that.
“Why are you in my face?”
He slings his arm around you a little too rough and you can see Pieck peeking around the corner, making sure her daddy doesn’t hear all the drunken ruckus he’s causing—maybe, like the whispers of June, they just don’t notice anymore. They just get used to it.
“I have a secret to tell ya,” Porco whispers to you and his breath feels like august heat on your cheeks, thick and moist and hot with the stench of Bud Light lingering and floating throughout the air. You can taste how many beers he’s had.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“My buddy Jean over there,” He keeps his voice low, just for you to hear, he snickers and leans down like he’s about to kiss you, “He says you’re pretty.”
You want to scream.
With that cool breeze, Mama’s voice floats right to you and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear; Pieck’s got a willow tree and Her limbs sway in the wind. You remember once how a boy opened your hand and pressed a daffodil on your soft palm. Maybe when Jean was looking out the window he saw seven year old you and wanted to go back to a time before he was a man, before the world had changed him from callow to tough and worn. How long has he been here? Where’s he from? Not here. You woulda known. You woulda recognized him.
But you’re getting ahead of yourself. He didn’t say that, right? You’re wearing a light sundress and he’s wearing dirty old blue jeans with a faded red ball cap. You hope he’s got a truck.
Porco snickers and you aren’t sure what to say. No, he didn’t. He doesn’t even know me. Stop fucking around, Pock. Then you’d push him away and take Pieck’s hand in yours and run to the beaches like you were still kids running away from everything scary and loud; the monsters beneath your bed and the man who left bruises on her frail little arms. But you didn’t want to run to ten years ago. You wanted to run so tall and pretty and shy Jean couldn’t see you anymore. Run right into the sea and crash onto the waves and become a mermaid. Pretty where no one can see, especially not him.
“Leave her alone, you dick.” Pieck pinches his cheeks and he tries to give her a big wet kiss, but you’re looking at Jean with one of his eyes half shut and a little smile peeking up at you—at you?
“What? We’re just havin’ some fun, baby,” Porco laughs and Pieck scoffs and pulls him away from you, the salty sweet stink of Bud Light and cigarettes drifts off with him. As she takes him off to the living room, throws him down on the couch, and covers him up with that quilt, you stare at Jean. He keeps his eyes on the ground and you swear you do too, but…
He swallows and you watch his Adam’s apple bob. What were you supposed to say? Something about how Mother Nature grows forget-me-nots over your Daddy’s grave and how if he were to grab your waist, he’d feel flowers growing between your ribs and healed bruises from that night in October. What were you supposed to say?
How are you supposed to talk to boys?
And Jean opens his mouth like he’s about to say something but—
“He’s sloshed,” Pieck comes from behind you and you want to get down on your knees. “Wanna spend the night? You can sleep in our bed.”
“I can’t,” You whisper, wiping your cheeks so hard the blush comes off, “I’ve got church in the morning. I gotta get home.”
“I can drive ya.”
Just as he said that, the flowers in between your breasts bloomed and you felt something from a few summers ago whisper in your ear.
“Really?” You whisper back, but it wasn’t to him. It was to God.
“’Course,” He mumbles and comes over to you, somehow getting taller with every step, “I’m Jean.”
“Georgia.”
Georgia, you knew your cheeks were like wine. Georgia, your stomachs full of butterflies and you know not to touch those delicate wings, Georgia, he’s so cute. Georgia, you knew he was strong, but small scars cover his warm, whiskey-honey skin and you can’t bring yourself to look right at him and his little smile—despite what manners you’ve been taught. If you stare at an eclipse, you go blind… So as time slows and the heaven-pearly moon fades over top you and him, you look for something. Something boys aren’t meant to have and something only stargazers can find.
Then you see it—just as he smiles and sticks out his hand and says its nice to meet ya—you see it.
“Huh?” You say dumbly, wilting with a crooked awkward smile. Oh, God, you want to die. Pieck giggles at you and pinches your arm with a stupid smile on her face that makes you wanna hiss at her to shut up. C’mon, girl, what’s gotten into you?
“Said it’s nice to meet ya. I think I’ve seen you before on the docks, right? Down by Delphie?” He smiles sweetly and it makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter around the lilacs inside of you. You’re gonna be sick.
He shouldn’t smile at you like that. He shouldn’t look so cute and handsome and humble, like he’s one of those dogs that splash around in the creeks, beg for belly rubs, and wag their tails at every bit of affection they get. He smiles like a dog and you wanna put him down.
“Something like that.” You mumble, looking down at your bare feet and the toes of his boots. Your toenails are long and painted pink with smiley faces looking right up at you. Your face is hot like the sand on a summer afternoon and you can’t wait to get outta here.
“And I can drive ya home, if you want.” He says again, voice light and chipper. God, you wish he’d shut up. Maybe he wants you to jump up on his back and bite his ears and crawl all over him like a bug, he’s strong like a tree trunk and you could infest him if you wanted to. Because, God, you want to.
You blink at him. He blinks back.
“Sorry, Jean, she’s a mute!” Pieck squeals, shaking you by the shoulders, “We can’t ever get her to talk!”
“Shut up.” You whip your head around to see Pieck cackling like a witch and covering her mouth. You wanna push her so hard her baby falls out, but she starts to mouth to you; He is so hot! You swat her like a bug and beg for all this to be over, but you know you want it. You want to be with a boy, just for the night—not to lay beside, not to fuck or kiss, but to just be seen beneath the pale moonlight and have the sharp edge of seventeen pierce right through your heart like Mama said it would. Seventeen, she said, will always mean something to me. That’s when I met your daddy.
This summer wasn’t old enough to have a name, but if you climbed up into Jean’s truck and asked him if he believed in mermaids, maybe you’d name it Georgia.
“Fine.” You turn around to face him and you huff, “You can drive me home.”
Pieck buzzes behind you and you feel the ocean rise throughout your body, you’re scared you’re gonna throw up sea water all over him.
“Alright,” Jean flashes his sweet smile and runs a hand through his hair, “I gotcha.”
He’s got you.
And as you walk out with Jean behind you, Pieck and Porco turn into the no-see-ums that always bite your thighs; God plays a song just for you, just for Jean to hear, and you press two fingers to your heart as he watches. Maybe you’re sunkissed. Maybe you’re bare and naked and long legged with big eyes and there’s a moon you could bite into like an orange, but there he is. Behind you, holding the door open like a gentleman.
He has a seashell tattoo on the belly of his wrist and you promise yourself you’re going to touch it tonight.
#UGH back again!!!!!#sorry the chapters are so short i get nervy#sea of magnolias#jean kirstein#jean kirstein x reader#jean kirschstein x reader#jean kirschtein x reader#jean kirschtien#aot x reader#jean kirschstein#aot fanfic#jean kirschtein x you#attack on titan x reader
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ASKING YOUR BEST FRIEND TO KISS YOU : (aot ver.)
a/n : this was a request but i accidently deleted the ask, sorry nonnie :')
eren, armin ,reiner, colt
"why, you don't wanna kiss me?" you pout at his blushing face.
the last thing he expected you to ask on a Saturday morning car ride was to kiss you. his heart began racing a million times per second the second those words left your mouth and laughed it off politely declining the offer, cursing himself internally a second later for doing that. he wanted to kiss you so bad but he felt that you were too precious to just push against the car seat, he felt like you deserved something more intimate.
"..i do but"
"shut up and kiss me " you whine and he finally leaves a deep breath.
"Okay." he manages to keep his face straight but his heart was fluttering and his intestines were contracting and his face was heating up. he softly grazed his soft lips against yours and pulls away quickly.
"why'd you stop, that was nice," you ask him, your eyebrows raising.
"god i might just fall in love with you if i do that again."
jean , connie, porco
"d'ya wanna kiss me ?" you ask him, your fingers intertwining in your lap.
he looks at you for a second and bursts out laughing ignoring whatever he was feeling in his chest. he'd always thought about kissing you before, but he never knew how you felt about him so he never brought it up.
"is it for some tiktok shit?" he asks you and your eyes snap up to his face as you shook your head.
"no just wanted to know what it feels like."
he gulps before laughing again so that you wouldn't notice the red tint that has appeared on his face.
"okay c'mere" he says and be begins to kiss you gently, carefully, you pull him harder against your chest. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled you before, his heart beating out his chest.
"just say you wanna hook up with me (name)" he laughs breathless against your lips
you smile "whatever, come here idiot."
levi ( cos he deserves one all for himself)
"what are you talking about?" is levis first reply when you ask him to kiss you. " have you been sleeping properly (name)? you've got dark circles under your eyes now."
you roll your eyes. " levi please kiss me noo, you're lips look very kissable right now." you coo leaning over to him.
"no go rest." he has to send you away because god the way you were looking at him right now made both his heart and dick throb.
"i'll go rest when you kiss me." you huff out and he motions you to come sit next to him.
"promise?" he asks
"promise."
finally, after what feels like an eternity, his lips crash onto yours. his love for you evident in the way he kisses you so gently. he breaks the kiss momentarily to take in a breath and you could feel his warm breath. you hold his cheeks and he dives his tounge inside your mouth, meeting yours. he pulls away after a while and your head begins to feel heavy.
"that..that was.." you stutter breathless
"happy?" levi asks running his hand on his soft hair his lips tingling, as all the blood on his body gushed in and out of his heart aggressively.
you nod.
"more than happy."
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Lights, Cameras, and Tabloids
|1| Trailer Two
Word count | 5.5k
Pairing | Eren x Reader, Armin x Reader
Genre | Actor AU, Modern AU, Love Triangle
Chapter Notes | no warnings this chapter! just lots of film lingo
Chapter Summary | A world where Attack On Titan is just an Emmy Award-winning series and you've been an actor in the series since you were fourteen years old. Flash forward nearly a decade, you’re arriving to set for the first day of filming the final season.
“Good morning Vancouver!” A chipper radio voice echoes throughout your car. Your nose scrunches at the voice being much too loud and much too lively for your eardrums at this ungodly hour. You pull into your assigned parking spot, the cast and crew lot already being pretty full due to today’s extra early call time. “The time is 4:45 AM and I’m here to bring you nonstop hits this Wednesday morning. Next, we have-” You shift the car into to park and press the off button, the radio host’s voice being abruptly cut off.
‘4:45 AM’ you groan internally, dragging a hand down your face and resting your head against the leather headrest. You glance over to the seat next to you seeing a faint light illuminate the car paired with a soft vibration. A hoard of notifications flood your phone. Your whole body moves sluggishly reaching over to check the messages, already knowing who would be blowing up your phone this early. You squint and adjust to the artificial brightness your tired eyes seem to be rejecting this morning.
4:35 AM
Sasha B: Jean’s assistant brought donuts in!! Score. Worth. I don’t regret waking up anymore.
4:39 AM
Sasha B: You better hurry I don’t know how long they’ll last with Connie around. He’s lurking. I can see him eyeing them up. They’re in danger. I repeat. The donuts are in danger.
4:40 AM
Sasha B: Ok I saved you a maple donut!! I’m heading to trailer two meet me there!!!
Sasha B: FALSE ALARM! I’VE BEEN AMBUSHED! HE’S TAKEN A BITE
4:42 AM
Connie S: Sasha is a fucking snake. She ate your donut.
4:43 AM
Jean K: Don’t listen to either of them, they both ate your donut.
You shake your head as a breathy laugh slips pat your lips. You friends are idiots, but god you love them. Are you butt hurt about your donut? Yes. Will you just feast on the craft service table in between scenes instead? Absolutely.
You toss your phone and keys into your canvas bag that lays in disarray on your car floor from a very sharp turn you took earlier on your drive over. You unbuckle your seat belt and exit the car. The cool fall air immediately attacks your body. Knowing you’d spend most of the day in your stealth scout suit inside the studio most likely dangling from suspended wires, you decided to ditch your coat last minute. You could’ve always stored your jacket in your sizeable trailer, but you decided that was far too much effort. No matter how many years you’ve spent filming in Canada you’ll never be used to how skin penetrating the wind can be before the sun makes its daily appearance. If push comes to shove you have no shame walking around set in between scenes donning the light green fleece bathrobe that waits patiently for you in your trailer.
You hug your arms tightly around yourself for warmth as you quickly pace yourself towards the glowing film studio in the distance. You can already see the bright set lights twinkling around the large metal structures and all the crew preparing for a long day of filming in the distance. The setting is comforting and homelike to you.
A low voice breaks through the wind calling your name and taking you out of your slight daze. A knowing smile spreads across your face as you turn and find a tall blond man with his arms open. His golden eyes glow even through the darkness of the early morning. You take off towards him ready to jump in his arms.
“Reiner!” You spring into his embrace squeezing him with all your might. “I didn’t know you were on set today!” Your voice mirrors the same excitement that a kid on Christmas day would have.
“I got called in last minute,” He squeezes you back. You remove yourself from his arms. “I think they want me to get a few extra voiceovers for the Liberio scenes done today. A couple of recordings got corrupted or something.” He grins.
“Well,” You turn back towards the industrial-looking studio. Linking your arm with his you continue your stride over to set. “My morning just got so much better. I swear I haven’t seen you for six months!” Scrunching your nose, you look up towards him.
He lets out a small laugh. “How have you been lately? Was your first day back on set last week?”
You nod, “ Yeah, I was just filming promos and doing fittings last week. Today’s my first day back in full swing. How’ve you been?”
“Great! I’ve been here for the past couple of weeks with team Marley and Eren but I’m excited to have the whole family back.” He releases a small laugh before continuing. “Speaking of the old crew, I’ve seen a lot of you and Armin on my Twitter lately.” He wiggles his eyebrows resulting in a dramatic eye roll from you only making him laugh more.
“Not you too.” You groan.
“Hey hey hey,” He voices teasingly. “on-screen lovers turned to off-screen lovers? If that’s not a tabloid’s wet dream I don’t know what is.” He nudges you. “Doesn’t help that I read you two are co-starring in a Netflix movie together next year. Well, rumour has it at least.”
“You’re such a shit disturber, you know? Have you realized you can text me? Pick up your phone and ask? Not get your news from Twitter?” You laugh out pestering him.
The two of you walk on to set, everyone around you hard at work setting up the lights, dollys, cameras, and every other odd and end needed for a day on set. The hair and makeup trailers are just a few meters ahead as the pair of you slow your pace with Trailer Two in your sights.
Trailer Two has been your assigned trailer since day one. You, Mikasa, Sasha, Annie, and Krista take its occupancy, well and Ymir before she was killed off. Your days have always started at Trailer Two, even long before the Pilot episode, back in the days of being fourteen and the group of you having to film your promos, cast interviews, and test shots. It’s your home away from home. The metal walls of the trailer have heard many girl talks and have seen the many different ups and downs you all have gone through in the past near-decade.
With Trailer Two comes the two stylists that work within it. Lynn, the hairstylist of the trailer, and Rosie who’s been doing your makeup since day one. Lynn was now in her early fifties, she has long auburn hair with flecks of greys sprinkled throughout which is normally tossed in a messy half updo. She always sports a pair of loose blue jeans and a fitted black tank top that showcases her floral tattoo sleeves. She wears thick-framed dark green glasses which makes her deep brown eyes the focal point of her face. She has the vibe of a cool boozy aunt who travels the world only showing up on holidays. Rosie was much younger, just barely in her thirties. Rosie is a new mom, opting to bring her one-year-old on set most days. Her son Finn looks exactly like her, matching with pale blond hair and eyes as green as shamrocks. Rosie was always that older sister figure to you girls. Both of them like family to you, especially since during your teen years you saw more of them than even your own parents.
You smile fondly, already hearing Sasha’s giggling travelling from within Trailer Two.
“Alright. I’m off to the sound booth.” Reiner nods his head in the opposite direction of hair and makeup. He adjusts the backpack on his shoulder and tilts his head. “Wanna grab dinner? Maybe? Hopefully? I have a mad craving for some greasy bar food if you’re in. Invite the rest of the crew too!”
You beam. “Consider it a date! Well, if Connie and Jean can keep down the takes and stay on a schedule that is.” You both share a quick laugh. Your mind quickly thinks back to the days when you were all teenagers during your first season of filming and the many times your older castmates would groan at the shenanigans of the entirety of the younger cast.
Mainly the shenanigans of Jean and Connie.
Especially the ones of Jean and Connie.
“They really do be the majority of the blooper reel don’t they?” He chuckles thinking back to the time Jean and himself filled Dot Pixis’ flask with real whiskey.
“Honestly I think the production crew is calling us in early today because they know they have to make it through a lot of their scenes.” You step towards the trailer “Pray for us.” You wave off to him and he begins to walk into the warehouse-looking building as you enter the trailer. Sasha’s giggles clearly echo through the space, Lynn laughing with her as she holds her hair fixing it in Sasha’s signature ponytail. Sasha’s eyes flicker to yours through the mirror. Panic flushes her face.
“okaydontbemadbutImayhave-” She rushes out incoherently.
“Sasha slow down.” You grin and occupy the chair to her right, your name embroidered in gold across the back of it. You plop your bag next to the chair, a couple of items falling out onto the ground. You don’t care enough to pick it up so instead you focus back on a nervous Sasha.
“I ate it.”
“I know.”
She turns abruptly, earning a chirp from Lynn. “The donut? How do you know?”
“Jean.” You giggle, at Sasha’s instant mood change from panic to anger.
“Jean?” She seethes, earning another scold from Lynn who’s just trying to get her camera ready. Sasha mumbles ‘narc’ under her breath.
“He texted me.” Your eyes narrow teasingly. “Weren’t you protecting it from Connie? And you two just ate it?” You hold back a smile that toys at your lips not even being able to fake being upset towards her.
“Well protecting it took a lot of energy from me and I needed to fuel up again.” Her hands race up to her sides in defence causing Lynn to chastise her as she attempts to fix up her bangs.
You stare her down before a giggle slips past your lips. Sasha is quick to join in as the two of you boom with laughter now. You hear another person’s chuckle come from the left of Sasha and you peer over, still giggling. Your eyes are met with the dark silver of Mikasa’s that stare back in amusement. “I told them you’d be here in a moment, but they couldn’t wait.”
“You’re always looking out for me Mikasa,” You smile at her, leaning back into your chair. “Unlike some people I know.” You shoot Sasha another teasing glare. She rolls her eyes back at you and pulls out her phone, quickly snapping a picture of your weak glare. You watch her tap away at her phone for a moment before feeling your’s buzz in your lap. A ton of notifications litter your screen but the most recent one being is Instagram saying sashaa.b has mentioned you in their story. You shake your head as you open the notification. A picture of you and your pitiful glare stares back at you and probably the other thousands of people who have already checked Sasha’s story. Sasha wrote ‘Day One of filming and she’s already planning on murdering me’ You shift your focus to the background of the picture. You squint at a figure that looms in the back trailer, leaning against the doorframe. Before you have a chance to turn and check who was there, you feel a face move next to your ear.
“I think you look more adorable than menacing.” A low whisper tickles your ear, butterflies flutter up your stomach at the soft voice. “But then again I’m not the person who ate your breakfast.”
Moving your gaze up the mirror in front of you, you find the bright emerald eyes belonging to Eren Jaeger staring back at you with the same playfulness they always do. You can't stop the smile, that's basically reflex at this point, from spreading across your face as you take in his body leaning down near yours. He smiles back, tossing you a subtle wink.
"Eren," Sasha groans, "I will not take this slander. Connie basically forced me to eat it."
"Yeah okay, likely excuse." Eren stands straight, twisting his back to release a series of cracks. You to take this moment to watch his form, something you've found yourself doing more and more as time goes on.
He's dressed in his Marley uniform, tissues tucked in along the collar so the special effects makeup of his Titan Shifting markings don’t rub off on the uniform in between filming. His hair is still in the half bun he normally wears off-screen, not yet touched by his stylist. Your eyes trail across his strong jawline, it clenches as a yawn slips past his lips. Before you can find yourself lost in watching the movement of his lips, his voice tears you from your thoughts. "Ran into Reiner on his way to the sound booth. Told me he saw you walking onto set and thought I'd check in on you and give you this." He moves his arm up from his side and drops a small paper bag on your lap. Your eyes twinkle with childlike giddiness, catching Eren's breath in his throat. You open the bag with your nimble fingers, reaching in and find a carrot muffin that’s still warm. "I had my assistant pick up an extra one on her way."
"It's like you know me or something," You glance over to Eren as he moves to lean against the counter that's littered with all sorts of makeup and hair products. Your smile softens and you tear a piece of the muffin popping it into your mouth. Sweet, spicy, and full of the warmth your body has craved all morning. "Thanks, Eren."
Eren's mouth opens but is quickly cut off before he can let out a word. "Jaeger," A call comes from outside. You turn and find the show's executive stylist walking into the trailer casually sipping on a paper coffee cup. He adjusts his baseball cap before taking another sip, his glasses sliding with the tilt of his head. He tosses the now empty cup in the trash right by the door before turning back to Eren. "You're wanted in trailer four, I think they're ready to finish up your hair."
"You got it, boss." Eren swiftly walks out of the trailer, the older male following suit. Before out of sight he gives you a meek wave and you return it as he disappears.
You turn back to face the mirror, taking another piece of the muffin and chewing on it slowly. You're about to grab your phone but you find both Mikasa and Sasha staring at you, both sharing a knowing smirk.
"What?" You question, making even Lynn shakes her auburn head. "Seriously, what?"
"You're hopeless." Mikasa sighs grabbing her phone, leaning deeper into her chair. "You're both hopeless."
"Wait, what?" You glare, trying to coax more out of her. "How am I hopeless?"
Sasha stares back at herself through the mirror. She makes eye contact with Lynn, both snickering. The right corner of Lynn's mouth rests in a smirk, having worked hair and makeup on Attack On Titan since the Pilot episode, she knows all too well of the behind-the-scenes moments and feelings that have sprung over the years. She gives Sasha's dark hair a hefty spritz of hairspray feeling fond, almost like watching her kids grow up. At this point, Rosie who's currently painting bruises, blood, and filth onto the pale skin of Mikasa's face, has picked up on the conversation at hand as well.
"Oh sweet, sweet, (Y/N), don't act like we haven't seen how you and Eren look at each other. Almost as if we all haven't spent the past like nine years with the two of you or anything." Sasha rolls her eyes, picking up her phone.
You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and the soft flush that is spreading across your cheeks."I don't know what you-" You’re quickly cut off by Sasha.
“Remember that one time a fan was going through Eren’s Twitter follows a few years ago and he followed not one, but two accounts dedicated to the two of your characters being together?”
If you had only a light blush mere seconds ago, you were up in flames. “That doesn’t-”
“Or,” It’s now Mikasa’s turn to chime in. “When Armin, him, and I were doing the press tour last season and he even said in an interview that you’re his celebrity crush.”
“He was only joking-”
Rosie smirks, “I saw him pump himself up for ten minutes outside the trailer to even just ask if you wanted to share a car to the Emmys a few years back.”
Maybe you’re dead.
Maybe this is hell.
Maybe, just maybe that corner you took a bit too sharp this morning actually killed you. That’s the only explanation of how your heart can be beating this fast without you dropping dead right here right now. You’re already dead.
“Don’t act like I haven’t heard what the boys talk about in Trailer Four when I need to grab some extra supplies.” Lynn shakes her head as you chew at the inside of your lip. Lynn smooths down a few more of Sasha’s strands before approaching your chair to start working on you for the day. She laughs, nodding her head towards the hair washing station. “Admit it, you are hopeless.”
You toss a quick side-eye towards the watchful women as you get up, sticking your phone into your pants pocket, heading to the workstation.
Yep, this is hell.
You take a seat in the plush leather chair, tilting your head back into the attached sink. Lynn fiddles around with the temperature before moving the shower head towards your scalp. You focus your attention on the feeling of Lynn’s fingers scrubbing at your scalp and the sound of her quiet humming to whatever son is playing in the background. It takes everything in your mind to not spiral at the idea of Eren Jaeger as a whole.
‘Hopeless’ you think to yourself. ‘I’m not hopeless.’
Well, there goes trying not to spiral.
Your mind races through every small moment that Eren may have showcased his feelings towards you, and normally you’re able to find a reasonable explanation as to why he’s done and said certain things to you. Today is proving to be more of a challenge to find such explanations because clearly he wouldn’t harbour feelings for you... Right?
“Okay,” Lynn’s smooth voice brings you partially back to reality. “Done.” Holding a towel, you watch her wrap it around your head carefully trying to not get your clothes wet. You stand up, heading back to your chair. The chattering happening between Mikasa and Sasha sounds faint through your roaring thoughts. You feel as if you’re on autopilot as your brain wracks through everything the girls were saying to you. Not before long, the loud noise of a blowdryer being directed to your hair is finally able to grab your attention. You decide to reach down to your pocket, grasping your phone to swipe through social media as your hair gets dried.
Unlocking your phone, you find a handful of texts from your manager that shows no urgency to answer, a couple from your family, two from your assistant Erik, one from Armin, and dozens of others you just forgot to respond to. You click on Armin’s contact.
3:56 AM
Armin A: Be happy you’re not a shifter and have SFX call times, I’ve been here since 3:30
You smile, sending him a late response.
4:59 AM
(Y/N): How’s the makeup coming along? Just in hair and makeup now, meet me in my trailer before filming?
You tap out of the conversation deciding to check Twitter. You scroll through a handful of tweets from your co-stars about the first day of filming. You retweet a post from Eren that’s a picture of him taking a selfie with Armin in the back passed out with his stylist layering on latex to his sleeping face. You chuckle to yourself, catching Lynn’s attention as she holds the dryer over your head. Lynn watches you as you pinch your fingers on the screen, zooming into Eren’s face. “Hopeless.” She mumbles under her breath knowing you can’t hear a single thing over the dryer.
A few more moments pass of you checking your socials when the dryer quiets down, leaving you with soft, dry hair. You click your phone off, moving your gaze up to the mirror. Lynn is walking across the trailer to grab your lookbook for today’s filming, Meanwhile, Rosie is situated next to you carefully painting dirt and small flecks of blood onto Sasha’s skin. You turn your head looking for Mikasa but find no signs of the dark-haired girl. Her call time was much earlier than yours, so you assume she’s probably heading towards set with Eren right about now. You reach your hand down to the large pocket fixated on the right side of your chair, feeling around for today’s script and schedule. Finding it, you flip to the very back where the daily schedule is found, you skim your eyes across it.
5:15 AM- Eren Jeager and Mikasa Ackerman on INDOOR Set #5- WARHAMMER BATTLE CLOSE UP SHOTS
You shift your gaze to the clock situated above the mirror reading 5:27 AM. Well, that answers that. You continue to read the schedule, searching for your first scene of the day.
8:15 AM- Armin Arlert, Hange Zoe, and (Y/N) (L/N) on INDOOR set #9- AIRSHIP SCENES
Flipping back to the start of your script, you find the Airship scene. Before looking over your lines, you watch as Lynn walks back towards your chair, pulling a cart alongside her. The cart is full of every kind of product needed to make you camera-ready and in the role of your character. She turns to the page marked with today’s date, opening it to pictures of your face from different angles of what makeup and hair look is needed for the Airship scene. The lookbook was made last week with you spending lots of time in this chair having Lynn and Rosie paint your face and tug at your hair for hours on end.
Feeling satisfied with her workstation, she pulls the cart a touch closer and begins sectioning off your hair. Your character is one of the few who never has their hair up. Instead, you have a few strands of hair near the front pinned back with a few strands framing your face, almost like a half-updo but not quite, allowing you to be combat-ready with not having your hair flying in too much disarray. Lynn starts to straighten your hair and with that, you decide to review your lines for the day.
Your pupils scan over the scene with Armin talking to Onyankopon and Hange in the Airship shortly after nuking the city. You learn their lines, especially the hidden meaning behind Armin and Hange’s words, contemplating what emotion you want to exude in the next scene. Once Armin exits through the right side of the front half of set #9, that’ll be your cue. After a quick camera and lighting change, you’ll be the centre of the next shot. Patiently waiting, leaning against the wall, this will be your first appearance of the season when it airs. Thinking about it that way, you stop your reading to breathe for a moment.
It’s your last first appearance.
How bittersweet.
With the entirety of this final season there will be a lot of final moments you’ll have to endure and it makes you feel so proud of the show you’ve come to be a huge part of and yet so sombre at the same time. You stare at yourself in the mirror, briefly watching your eyes glimmer in near tears, before continuing with your script.
Armin will leave the control centre of the Airship finding you waiting outside the door. He’ll waste no time in taking you into his arms, taking this moment to break down. He’ll ramble through his moral dilemma, keeping a theme of how Erwin should’ve been picked, and mentioning Bertholdt and how he must’ve felt. He’ll completely come undone within your arms. You’ll do your best to soothe him, petting his head and kissing his hairline. He will place a small peck on your lips before the scene cuts thus continuing the battle within Liberio.
You know with sharing this tender moment the fans will squeal and jump in their seats when it airs. Hell, even at the table reading you did a month ago, most of the cast was holding back cheesy smiles. Since halfway through season two you and Armin were some of the most talked-about characters on all of television and solely because the fans couldn’t get enough of the bashful emotions both of you felt for each other on-screen. Come season three, just before the Shiganshina Arc, Armin grew the courage to kiss you before the battle. You two were trending for forty-eight hours straight. This will be the first time you’re seen as a couple after the time skip, showing the fans just how much you’ve grown together.
“(Y/N),” You’re taken out of the scene you’ve built in your head by Sasha’s voice. You look towards her, finding her completely camera-ready minus her scout costume. Her face looks full of sorrow. With how mournful she looks and her body covered by the battle makeup it almost looks like she’s actually in the world of Attack on Titan for a second. “We’re filming my death scene at noon.”
Your breath is caught in your throat. “Hey,” You feel Lynn’s hand stop moving the straightener through your tresses as you adjust your head so it’s facing Sasha. “You’re not out for the season. You still have so much more to film. Plus, you know they like filming those scenes first instead of waiting last minute.” You reassure her.
Sasha takes a couple of steps towards you, touching her hand lightly to yours that rests on the wooden armrest of your chair. “I know,” She takes a shaky breath. “I just don’t want it to be over.”
“I know,” You turn your hand, giving her a sentimental squeeze. “None of us do.”
You stare into her eyes, the same colour as henna, and she stares deeply into yours. You feel the tingling sensation in your eyes you’ve been fighting off grow stronger, a pressure building in your chest. You’re about to open the floodgates when Lynn rests a soothing hand on your back, her other on Sasha’s shoulder. “You two better not mess up my hard work.” She whispers, trying to break the tension. Sasha laughs, bringing a hand up to fan her eyes. You laugh through a toothy smile, looking over to the redhead. Lynn stares down with a sympathetic look gleaming through her glasses. “Sasha you better head on over to wardrobe for any last-minute fittings. Leave this one to me and Rosie.”Sasha’s head eagerly nods up and down, she practically sprints out the door and heads to the wardrobe department. Rosie pulls her cart in front of you, ready to start on your makeup. You turn your head to face the mirror, Rosie’s focused green eyes the only thing in your line of sight. Lynn picks up the straighter she’d put off to the side, getting situated behind you again. “Okay kid, let’s get you ready for that camera.”
Time passes quickly as the two women transform you into the scouting legion badass you play, not adding any blood or filth since your first scene of the day is when you’re safe inside the airship. Your brain is repeating your lines over and over until you catch a shocking sentence from the small talk Rosie and Lynn are tossing back and forth.
"I saw Levi here already at the training gym, " Lynn tells Rosie as she smooths down your hair with a styling serum. "Good lord, I would climb that man like a tree."
Your eyes widen, Rosie laughing deafeningly by your face. “Lynn!” You shout.
Lynn shrugs, laughing at the shrillness of your voice. “When you get to be my age you give no shits about what you say, sweetie.” She sprays your hair with some hairspray, finishing up. “Especially when I’m just speaking facts.” She checks if the pins are secure before giving you a nod. “Okay, I’m done here.”
“Just a little more setting powder and I’m-” Rosie’s fluffy brush dusts across your nose. “Done.” She moves off to the side, allowing you to look in the mirror at yourself. Your hair is smooth and perfectly done, not yet tainted by battle and your makeup is natural-looking only amplifying your natural features.
You smile at the two women, “Thanks, guys!”
“No problem, kid.” Lynn starts to clean her station. “We’ll see you on set for any touch-ups.”
You wave at them as you grab your tote bag, collecting the protein bar and chapstick that fell out earlier, and stride out of the trailer. The cool air envelops your body once again, making your pace quicken as you head to the backlots full of cast trailers. The sky is now a lighter blue, the sun teasing the skyline. The faint sound of birds flying around the studio creates a peaceful ambiance that makes a sense of calmness spread throughout your body. With your trailer in view, you slow your pace down. Your hands rub up and down your bicep for a moment of warmth, dreaming of the fluffy robe that awaits you. You reach inside your bag searching for your lanyard with your trailer’s key. You dig for a moment when you arrive at the doorstep and pull out a cow print lanyard.
“(Y/N)!” You freeze at the soft call of your name. You turn your head to the left, finding Armin approaching you with a small smile, not even able to make it any bigger due to the latex titan shifter markings on his face.
“Armin! I figured you’d be passed out.”
“Oh, you saw that too?” Armin runs a hand through his golden hair. “Eren’s such a shit. Last I checked there were almost a hundred thousand retweets.”
You giggle, “I'm definitely one of those retweets.” Your smile falters as a shiver up your spine.
“Where’s your jacket?” Armin asks, concern laced in his voice. His selfless reflexes instantly have him tearing his own jacket off his body, draping it around your shoulders for warmth. “Take this, can’t have my leading lady catching a cold.”
You look up to him and smile. There used to be days when you’d tower over Armin, but that’s not the case anymore. “Why thank you kind sir.” You stick your key in the lock, unlocking it. You over dramatically wave your arms at the door as if silently saying ‘After you’. Armin chuckles and enters the trailer ahead of you. “You ready to get destroyed in cards, Armin?”
“You always have such big talk for a girl who wins one out of ten times.” Armin looks back at you as you walk into the warmth of the trailer. “And that’s being generous." Armin tosses his backpack on your coffee table. He sighs knowing he’s unable to turn down your suggestion. Partly because you’re stubborn and won’t take no as an answer, and the other part being that when you’re excited you get a sparkle in your eyes that has Armin ready to do anything to keep them shining at him like that."Okay, one round then let's practice our lines.”
You roll your eyes playfully and shut the door. You puff out your cheeks as you follow closely behind Armin. "Deal."
You're both laughing inside blissfully unaware of the person stalking away from the backlot with a Cheshire grin. This person had taken pictures of Armin giving you his jacket just mere moments ago knowing they will be sold off for a pretty penny, only fuelling the fire of the tabloids further.
After all, as Reiner said, on-screen lovers turned to off-screen lovers are a tabloid’s wet dream.
next chapter: TBD
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Do You Get My Letters
✥ Pairing: Levi x fem!Reader, somewhat Reiner x fem!Reader
✥ Themes: Fluff, angst, sadness, big ass plot twist
✥ Warnings: Female bodied reader (she/her pronouns,) Pregnancy and birth (nothing gory.) Mentions of death, violence, and threats. Manipulation.
✥ Synopsis: You are carrying Reiner's baby when he betrays Paradis. Levi decides to step in.
✥ Word Count: 2.2k
(there is a part two up to this fic, but i've decided i'm going to rewrite the ending at some point.)
Anon's Request: Hi! I saw your requests are open so here I want to give my little scenario a try! 🕳🤸🏽♀️ I thought abt this last night, I’m currently rewatching AOT after 6 yrs and yet to finish season 4, so sorry if I’m wrong abt timelines/the plot? My request is the reader was with child with Reiner, but b4 reader told him, he betrayed and exposed his mission. Levi stepped in to help reader. And btw, I just finished watching ep 3 of season 4, so maybe Eren telling reiner abt his child and he regrets leaving the reader? And reiner jealous at the fact Levi is most likely considered his child’s father at that point. I can’t come up with an ending, so I’ll leave it up to you if you do take in my request. If this isn’t your type of writing I totally understand!
Note: This story is canon divergent. It is set in season 4, but in a universe where Reiner is not revealed as a traitor/the armored titan until a few months before season 4 takes place, as the reader was having relations with him until then and did not know his secret. I’m sorry if that change bothers you, I just wanted to write this as sort of its own story. This story contains season 4 spoilers! It also has nothing to do with the canon ending of AOT.
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Dear Reiner,
I hope this letter somehow gets to you, I don’t quite know where to start.
In a perfect world, I would be so happy to tell you this. You’d be ecstatic too, I think. And before you try to second guess me: I’m sure by now, don’t worry.
I’m pregnant.
I guess we weren’t careful enough before you left. I feel like an idiot. And lost. But I’m not hopeless. I know myself, I can make it work somehow. With or without you.
I’m still in shock about you. How could someone so close hide so much? You’re a talented spy I suppose, a great asset to Marley. You made me trust you with my entire life. You made me love every false thing about you. And this is the rude awakening I get in return.
I’ll raise our child to value honesty and kindness, all in spite of you.
Sincerely,
Reader
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The paper was damp with tears after you lifted your pen for a final time. You wished you could just keep the whole thing a secret: go make a quiet life for yourself somewhere else. It wouldn’t be right. Not after all of the dishonesty that man had spewed to you over the past few years. You had to tell him.
The door to the office room you’d settled in to write the letter creaks open. It’s Levi. He looks at your puffy eyes somberly, sympathetic. He was the first person you had told about the entire situation. Not because you were close, just because you needed help.
You fold your letter and stick it into a sturdy envelope. Levi takes it in his hand.
“That piece of shit doesn’t deserve a thing from you. Not a letter. Certainly not tears,” Levi says, using a clean handkerchief to wipe a stray drop from your cheek, “but I am proud of you.”
You take the handkerchief from him, feeling more tears stream down your face.
“Proud? I’m a fucking idiot,” you say through your sobs.
“Don’t even try to pull that self pity shit with me. Things happen sometimes. And you’re strong enough to commit to getting through it,” he responds.
You stand up, pushing your chair out. You look at him as you dry your face off again.
“I’m alone. How the hell am I supposed to do this shit alone?”
“You are not alone,” Levi replies. You’re shocked when he pulls you into a hug. “I’m going to help.”
You had never seen this side of him before. You look at him as you pull away slowly, tears still welled in your eyes.
“Are you sure? That's a big burden, Levi. None of this has to involve you.”
“Not the biggest burden I’ve ever taken on,” he shrugs. “There’s a lot of death around here, Y/N. Everyone is going to be happy about the little bit of life you’re giving us.”
You chuckle. He’s cynical, but he’s right.
He licks the envelope as he walks toward the door.
“Want me to run you a hot bath or something? Is that the type of shit pregnant people need?” he asks.
You laugh, a little harder than normal. It felt so relieving to laugh.
“Sure, Captain,” you respond softly.
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Dear Reader,
I received your letter before the battle in Marley. I actually got to hand it to Reiner myself. He knows everything now. He broke down in front of me after reading it, going on about how much he regrets everything. How he wishes he could change things and be there for you. He begged me to kill him right there.
The world will eventually not have suffering like what you are going through now.
Eren Jaeger
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Your jaw had dropped reading it. He begged me to kill him.
You hand the letter Levi had just delivered back to him. He reads it with a furrowed brow.
“Do you think…” you begin, your voice shaky, “do you think I could send another letter?”
Levi purses his lips, “Possibly. I can ask Jaeger. But right now, you need to bring your blood pressure back down.”
You were over seven months along now. You had found out about your pregnancy late, after being in denial for four whole months. Hange insisted on checking you out after you’d thrown up every morning for a week.
Levi had since gone on a parenting book reading spree; he made you read several of them too. He knew just about everything you needed to do to make a healthy baby: what to eat, what not to eat, how to exercise, when to go to the doctor, etc. It was really sweet how much he cared. You knew it gave him hope, something to fight for, something to come home to.
You were terrified when he left for Marley. You kissed him for the first time when he returned. Just about everyone you knew had to fight. You wished you could be out there fighting with them like you were supposed to. Maybe you could have made a difference.
Levi takes your hand, squeezing it to bring you out of your thoughts.
“What can I do?” he asks.
“Get me a glass of wine,” you grumble.
“Absolutely not.”
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Dear Reiner,
Reader does not know I’m sending this. So keep it that way, or I’ll kill your sorry ass. Or maybe not, you’d probably enjoy that. In that case I’ll get creative.
How does it feel? Being a fucking deadbeat? Is it everything you’d thought it’d be and more? Fucking her and leaving her with nothing, like she belongs in a whorehouse. Reminds me of what happened to my mother. Pieces of shit like you came in and sent her to her death, leaving her kid behind to starve.
I wasn’t about to let her suffer like my mother did. But you were. I’m glad your choices haunt you, Reiner. You fucking deserve it.
I’ll be there for the both of them from now on, doing everything you were never capable of. She’s due any day now, I’m sure she’ll try to write to you.
Levi
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You feel your first contraction while napping on the couch with Levi. You were settled in between his legs, your back leaning up against his chest. He had his hands on your stomach; he loved to feel the baby kick and tell them some of the happier stories in his memories.
The two of you had grown so close over the past few months. You slept together every night now. You didn’t want to leave each other’s sides if you didn’t have to. Levi would cuddle and massage you any time your pregnant body was ailing you.
You had fantasized with him about life after the war. He wanted to be a husband, a father, to live peacefully in the countryside. And he wanted more than anything for you to join him.
The first contraction wasn’t painful enough for you to make much more than a grunting noise, but Levi woke up the second he felt your stomach contort a bit. He was on very high alert these days.
“Holy… shit…is that what I think it is?” Levi whispers, “Don’t answer. I’m getting Hange.”
He crawls out from behind you and sprints out of the room.
The pain worsens and becomes much more frequent while he’s out looking for Hange. You stand up eventually after getting the urge to walk around - and your water breaks. You start panicking, unsure of how dilated you were and how much time you had left before pushing. You really wished you’d done more than just skimmed through those birthing books right about now.
Levi and Hange eventually come sprinting back into the room with a wheelchair and cold rags to find you whimpering in pain on the couch, trying your best to control your breathing.
You’re rushed down the halls to the Scout’s infirmary, where Levi had made sure the perfect room was set up for you - and it had been that way for two months.
The next hour goes by in a blur. Hange knew the biology of how to deliver the baby, and Levi knew how to coach you. He helped you hold your legs back when you pushed, and helped you count out your breathing. Hange attended to everything that might have made Levi faint, like checking your dilation and making sure the baby was coming out at the right angle. You got lucky having these two by your side.
Through all of your efforts, you finally hear a cry. You look up to see Levi holding your tiny new baby as Hange wiped them clean. He was smiling, way bigger than you’d ever seen him smile before, with tears in his eyes.
“Here,” he says softly, handing her to you.
You cradle her on your bare skin. “She’s so perfect, Levi! Look how sweet she is!” you coo.
“What are you going to call her?” he asks, stroking your hair as you gleam down at your baby.
“I was thinking,” you smile, “Kuchel.”
Levi lets out small gasp. Tears start streaming down his face, his efforts to stifle them failing.
“Really? I think that’s,” he wipes his eyes, “a wonderful name.”
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Dear Reiner,
She’s finally here! Oh my god, she’s precious. Levi and Hange helped to deliver her. Labor went smoothly. Levi started to cry when he saw her for the first time. She really is just that perfect. We are calling her Kuchel, after Levi’s mother. He cried when I told him that, too (don’t tell him I’m sharing those crying details.) I've decided to give her Levi’s last name as well.
Levi set up the perfect nursery for us.
If you really did feel guilty for leaving - don’t be. I’m happy.
She has your eyes.
Sincerely,
Reader
—-
Dear Reiner,
Kuchel said her first word today. Of course it wasn’t mama, she’s such a daddy’s girl. She started crawling awhile ago, we are now working on standing up on our own. She has all of this blonde curly hair, too. She’s growing up so fast.
Reader
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Dear Reiner,
Levi proposed a few days ago. It was so perfect. We found a nice house with room for a farm that will be perfect for a family.
I can only wonder how you’re doing, now that the war is over.
Are you even alive?
Reader
—-
Dear Reiner,
I’m expecting again. Levi is beyond excited. I am too, of course. Kuchel started school this year. She is such a smart kid.
I still wonder about you. After all these years.
Reader
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Message after message, word after word. No response. You had decided he must be dead. The devastation after the war would argue that he was.
That is, until you found yourself rummaging through one of Levi’s desk drawers, looking for baby Isabel’s lost pacifier.
You felt the bottom of the drawer shift. A false bottom?
You pry at it until it comes open.
Letters.
Dozens of opened letters. With Marleyan postage stamps.
You pull out the first bundle you see. They’re all from you. Unopened. Unsent. You set them aside, your jaw quivering.
You pull out the second bundle and gasp.
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Dear Reader,
Eren showed me your letter. I am terribly sorry. Let me fix this, somehow. You can come to live with me in Marley. I will take care of you. Please.
I’m not just a traitor, a liar, a farce. Everything between us was real. I can explain everything. Just trust me.
Love,
Reiner
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Dear Reader,
Do you get my letters?
I’ve only heard rumors about our new baby girl. I wish I could see her. Just once. For a second. Do you have a camera? I know they’re hard to come by in Paradis. I can send one.
I’d do anything to change this. You know I would.
Love,
Reiner
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To Levi,
You son of a bitch. I know exactly what you’re doing. You think this is protecting her, but it’s not. Just let her talk to me. She would listen, she would understand. You said yourself that she writes. You manipulative, sick bastard. That is MY child. She will never be yours. No matter what you brainwash her to believe, your dirty Ackerman blood does not run through her veins. She deserves to know. You are the farce, Levi.
Reiner
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There were dozens more. All opened. All from Reiner.
You sink down to the floor, tears spilling from your eyes.
You are the farce, Levi.
But, why? He was just protecting you, right?
The office door opens. You jump, shoving the letters back into the drawer.
“Mommy, why are you crying?” Kuchel asks.
You take a deep breath, staring down at the letters, thinking about everything that could have been.
“Are you happy here, Kuchel?”
“Yes!” she chirps, “Every day!”
“Then it’s nothing, baby. Mommy just got hurt. She’s better now.”
Your daughter giggles and skips out of the room, leaving you to hide away the rest of the letters.
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I REALLY HOPE I understood your request, Anon! I actually had a lot of fun writing this. It isn't something I would normally think to write, but I'm so glad you shared this idea! Sorry for the sad ending, I love playing w people's emotions ;)
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Hi, can I request one where Levi had a bad Day at work and when his fem s/o tries to help him he takes his frustration on her and she starts to give him the silent treatment? Sorry for my bad english💖
C/n: no no your English is fine. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍
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No Words.(Levi x Reader)
If there was one thing that Levi hated in his adult life, it was people getting on his nerves.
Today just wasn’t it. Levi could feel his head starting to throb and his blood boiling. It was super hot and he had to stay outside for three hours training the new recruits. And when there’s new recruits, there’s stupid mistakes and horrible decisions.
He could not wait to get back inside to have a cold shower and to have his new tea that he bought a couple of days ago. But it looks like, the Man upstairs wasn’t on his side today.
“Levi.” Moblit calls to him and hands him papers. “What’s this?” Levi asks annoyed as he looks through it. “New documents sent by Erwin. He needs you to look over it ASAP and to sign these.” He gives him another stack of papers. “What the fuck? Now?” He asks Moblit. “Yeah. Unfortunately.” Moblit says and turns and walks away. “For fuck’s sake.” Levi muttered and went into his office.
It was dinner time in the Survey Corps and Y/n walks through the halls to her love’s office. She hasn’t seen him the whole day which made her a bit worried because he didn’t even have lunch. Y/n stood in front of his door and knocked. “What?” His rough voice said and she smiles to herself. “It’s me.” She calls and she hears a faint “come in.” Y/n enters his office and he heart sinks at the state of it.
Papers scattered, his desk was a mess, teacups dirty and just laying there. “Levi? What happened here?” She asks as she looks around. “Nothing. What do you want, Y/n?” Levi asks harshly making her wince a bit. “What do I want? Levi, you haven’t eaten the whole day. By the looks of it you were only drinking tea. It’s not enough. Did Erwin give more paperwork?” She asks as she looks as the papers. “Yeah. Seriously, Y/n. I need to do this. Go and eat.” He tells her and she doesn’t move. Instead she takes his hand that was busy writing and holds it, jolting his movements. “Come on, baby. Eat something first.” She tells him softly and he scoffs. Levi abruptly pulls his hand away and looks at her.
Levi’s eyebags were beginning to darken and he looked drained of all life he had. “Y/n. I’m not going to tell you again. Leave me alone.” He threatens and she sighs. “Levi. Please just-” “GET OUT! Stop being so damn irritating for once.” Levi cuts her off and she shuts up. His chest was heaving, but he rolled up his sleeves and continued to write not even acknowledging how Y/n’s tears were running down her face. She puts her head down and walks out of his office and shuts the door behind her, leaving Levi to work.
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Two Hours Later.
“Fuck.” Levi groans as he rolls his shoulder and wrist. He exhaled and looks outside of his window. By the looks of it, it was already 10pm. He suddenly thought of his conversation with Y/n. “Oh shit.” He sighs out and puts his face in his hands. He was such an ass. He should’ve just left the paperwork and went with her, or not give her such for trying to get him something to eat. Your heart was always in the right place but his head was thinking when he shouted at her. He groans as he thinks of the shot he said to her, stupid shit that he should have never said.
Levi wakes up from his desk and goes outside to find Y/n. He needed to apologize. To own up to his mistake. But, he couldn’t find her. She wasn’t in her office nor the mess hall. So Levi goes to his next hope. “Yo, Four-Eyes. Where’s Y/n?” He asks Hange as she wipes her equipment. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since dinner when she went to get you. Where were you, by the way?” She asks. “Shitty Eyebrows gave me heaps of shitty paperwork.” He tells her as he runs a hand through his hair. “Ohhh. But no I haven’t seen her, Levi. Sorry.” Levi nods and leaves. Where could she be? If she wasn’t coming to bed with him, where would she sleep? “The girls chambers. Shit I can’t go in there.” He mumbles to himself but he continued to walk there anyway. He just stood outside and looked at the door. Levi couldn’t wait till morning but it looked like he had no other choice. So he left back to his office where he wouldn’t catch a wink of sleep, because Y/n wasn’t next to him.
“Is he gone?” Y/n ask from the bedroom. “Yeah. You can come out now.” Y/n opens the door and walks to Hange. “Thanks. I owe you one.” She says as she sits down. “So can you tell me what happened?” Hange asks and Y/n explains everything. “Shit. What are you gonna do?” Hange asks Y/n who rubs her face. “I don’t know. I’m just angry right now. With him.” Y/n says and Hange lays a hand on her shoulder. “Get some rest, Y/n.”
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The next morning, Levi saw Y/n sitting and talking with Hange in the Mess Hall. Finally. Levi and her lock eyes for a short while but she continues to talk with Hange. “Tch.” He walks and makes his tea and sits across from her. She could feel how intense his gaze was, the aura that radiated from him almost made her want to turn to him and tell him to knock it off. But she didn’t. She didn’t want to piss him off further.
“Y/n.”
She almost flinched at the sound of her lover’s voice. But she didn’t acknowledge him making Hange make big eyes at her and motioning her to her to look. But Y/n subtly shakes her head and gulps down her coffee. “Ms L/n.” Y/n turns to see her commander standing next to her. “Commander.” She says and Levi’s eye twitches. “The new recruits need more training. They’re waiting for you on the field.” Erwin tells her and she nods. Waking up, she nods farewell to hange and completely ignoring Levi’s presence. He almost grabbed her wrist but said no. She’s probably would’ve slapped him if he did.
Y/n stood in the training grounds and watched the cadets train. She expected that they would probably be done by lunch and she could finally rest. What she didn’t expect was to see Levi walking to the cadets. Oh god. What is he doing here?
“Cadets. Sparring time.” He orders out and looks at you. You break the eye contact as many cadets started to murmur among themselves. Y/n groans softly as Levi teamed up cadets with each other. The first match was up and Y/n watched while Levi watched her. His eyes never left. After the first five matches Levi stops the fighting. “Braun.” He says and Reiner stands up tall. “Sir?” He says. “Fight me.” Y/n gasps and looks at Levi with a “what the fuck are you doing” type of look. Levi takes off his jacket and meets Reiner who was already shitting himself. “Start.” He tells Reiner swings his arms in an attempt to punch his Captain but Levi easily dodged them. Suddenly, Levi looked at Y/n and brought Reiner on his stomach with his hands pinning behind his back. All while eye locking with his girlfriend. Y/n scoffs and turns and walks away back to the barracks and Levi wakes up from Reiner as he watches her. “Continue.” Levi orders and takes his jacket and walks to Y/n.
“What game is he playing?” Y/n mutters to herself and rolls her eyes. Unexpectedly, she is yanks by her waist and pulled into a nearby room and was pinned to the door as it closed.
Levi’s eyes bore in not hers as she tried to break away from his grip. “Stop. Stop struggling.” He whispers and she drops her head and became limp. “Talk to me.” He tells her but she doesn’t. What do you want me to say, idiot? Everything stopped and the silence filled the room. Y/n refused to look at Levi but he gently takes his hand and lifts her chin up. “I’m sorry. For what I said. I didn’t mean it. It’s just, yesterday was so horrible and I took out my frustration on you. I shouldn’t have.” Levi apologizes as he cups her cheek. After his apology, Y/n still didn’t talk to him. It’s like she couldn’t. Like she lost her voice from not speaking to him for so long. Levi began to panic.
“Y/n. Hey come on. Stop it. I’m sorry. Talk to me.” He pleaded wanting to her beautiful voice. The voice that tore him away from his nightmares. The one that brought him back to reality.
Y/n looked into his eyes as hers began to water. “I..” she began. “I don’t know, Levi.” Y/n says and looks down. His breath hitched and his eyes widened. “What? Don’t know what?” He asks and his heart began to race. “I didn’t mean that you were irritating. I didn’t, I swear. I love you. I love you so goddamn much. Don’t do this.” He rests his head on her shoulder as his voice cracked. Y/n sighed and hugged him back bringing him closer to her. “I’m not leaving you, idiot. I forgive and love you. But..” she pulls away and cups his face in her hands. “Let me take care of you. Let me help.” She whispers and he closes the gap between their bodies. It’s not hard or rough. He poured all of his love for her in that kiss.
“I will. Just never do that again. I was going insane without hearing your voice.”
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“Wake up to reality.”
🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤
-Caddy.
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HI AHEM CAN I REQUEST A PORCO SCENARIO USING THE PROMPT: “Are you blushing? Gross.” THANKS MWAH 🥰🥰
HI YES U CAN MISS SHAN🥺I HOPE U LIKE IT
Unedited ft Jealous Porco, does contain some spoilers for aot season 4
God how could you be standing around him, smiling and laughing? Wha- Did you just put your hand on his arm? What the hell are you doing?
Porco’s hand clenched in his jacket’s pocket, dark hues watching your movement. He chews on the inside of his cheek when he sees the smallest smile showing on Reiner’s face.
Fucking prick.
Porco clears his throat as he turns around in his chair, picking up his sandwich and angrily biting it. His mind wanders off as he enjoys the taste of the meat, swallowing it before biting again. He’s still angry, but this food is able to take his mind off.
The shifter knows you wouldn’t do something-
But that doesn’t mean he has to think the same about Reiner. The blond just riles him up in ways he can’t imagine since warrior training. If the armored wasn’t taken away from him because of Marcel, then maybe, just maybe Porco could like Reiner.
But no.
Oh to be given another shot to get his knuckles across one more time will leave Porco at peace forever; he smiles faintly at the thought, nodding his head slightly to agree with himself as he looks out the window.
“Okay Reiner! That’s all I need so I can tell the commander! I think Zeke was looking for you outside with Colt.”
Porco’s heart drops when he hears Reiner say he missed talking to you. You never talked much, does that-
“What are you talking about?” porco suddenly blurts, turning around with bread crumbs resting on his cheeks. “What do you mean by that, Reiner?!”
Reiner is taken aback as he holds the papers close to his chest, eyes blown up in the slightest at his outburst. “What do you mean?”
“Porco remember you were away?” you interrupt the building argument, walking away from Reiner to where Porco was seated at. “The war? The one you just came back from?”
Before he can open his mouth to talk, Reiner awkwardly clears his throat and begins to backtrack his steps until he reaches the door. “I’ll just head out. Galliard, Y/N,” he nods in your direction before opening the door, closing it behind him once he leaves.
It's silent between you and your lover; already knowing an argument might start from his fruitless thinking.
“Porc-”
He immediately shoves the rest of his uneaten sandwich in his mouth, cheeks puffed up as he chews, avoiding your stare. However, your gaze doesn’t move as you turn your body to face him entirely, looking down at him.
“Porco.”
“Hm?” he hums, noticing your gaze through his peripheral vision. His fingers are itching to grab a hold of yours, but something tells him by that look on your face, that you don’t feel the same.
“What was that about?”
“What was what about?” he answers once he swallows his food, yawning into his hand as he leans back on the chair, shutting his eyes.
“Reiner.”
“What about that idiot?”
“I think the idiot here is you. What was that about? Why’d you get mad at him?”
“He knows what he was doing,” he mutters, pursing his lips at how idiotic he sounds right now.
“And that was?” you continue. Porco could be such a pain in the ass when it came to his emotions, it was one of the things you hated about him.
He sighs, opening one eye to peek up at you. “I’m jealous.”
Huh?
“Jealous? Of Reiner?” you ask again for clarification, to which he nods in return. “B-But..why?”
“Do I really need to answer? He got so fucking close to you. He knows I’m in the room, yet he continued to do so. That bastard is trying to do it again,” he grumbles the last part, sitting straight up on the chair as his feet slam on the wooden floor, a creaking noise occurring.
“..does this have to do with the Armored titan again?”
He’s silent. There’s his answer.
“Porco,” you begin, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging his head to your torso. His body relaxes upon touch, nuzzling his head in the valley of your breasts.
“You know I only love you. I don’t want to date Reiner. I’m yours, okay?”
The slightest amount of pink dusts his cheeks, a hum emitting from his lips as he stares at you for a second before looking away. “I still don’t like it..”
“..Porco, are you blushing?”
“Gross. You know I don’t blush.”
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First time with Reiner Braun ❤
Fem X Reiner
This is a little different. I wrote it so you can insert yourself or an OC.
Warnings: NSFW. 18+ Smut and Fluff.
A/N: Slight Canon divergent as Cadets take place when they’re in their late teens/early twenties. Other than that, it’s all the same.
Reiner had been acting weird all day; but [Name] couldn’t really blame him.
The last time they were alone together, they’d ended up locking mouths in a steamy kiss. They hadn’t spoken about it since – they hadn’t really had the chance. Between training and having their classmates around it was a perfect cover to avoid a potentially awkward conversation. When Shadis announced that for this exam, they would be teamed up together, they had both internally groaned.
Well, it was going to happen eventually. They’d had another two years of training, they were bound to wind up alone together again at some point. They’d both made sure that during the entire hike, they didn’t let one silence befall the conversation, which would force them to talk about the inevitable subject of their heated kiss.
It was quite comical, actually.
Constant talking either about their task, their friends or at one point even pondered and speculated if a person got a sunburn in front of a cannibal; would the cannibal start watering at the mouth?
Anything to not talk about the kiss.
It’d been a whole week since the incident and it wasn’t like they didn’t want to address it. They just didn’t want to know the others thought on the matter. They’d both had serious reservations about it; they were totally focused on training and not fooling around.
And yet...
The kiss only fanned the flames of the huge crush Reiner has had on her since day one. The crush that, over the last thirteen months, had developed into something a lot deeper.
He’d kill for her.
He thought about that only earlier when she made a joke about something and it really tickled him to the core; resulting in a loud belly laugh. So, when the sun was starting to set and they had found a good place to camp for the night... that was when things would inevitably go south.
“Hey Ba- uh, [Name] ?” Reiner called out in a chilled horror. Not only from the slip of the tongue, but also what he had discovered in their shared backpack.
[Name] was only a few feet away, starting a campfire when a small laugh left her sweet lips.
“Did you almost call me Bertolt?”
No. I almost called you “babe”
“Uh, yeah. Sorry. But we have a problem.”
“What is it?” she frowned, heading over.
He pulled a large, folded bit of material out of the pack.
“...We only have one tent.”
She looked at him like he spoke another language.
“So? It’s not the first time we’ve had to share a tent with a partner during training. I had to share one with Jean last year.”
I bet Jean would have loved that...
It was a running joke amongst the men about when they had to share sleeping quarters with the women, and how they’d lie on the very edge, all limbs tucked in and never once touching them for fear of a testosterone induced erection.
“Yeah, but I’m a big guy.” He lied, not once being concerned about that at all.
“Get over yourself.” She chuckled, nudging him playfully as she returned to what she was doing.
Reiner solemnly obeyed and began to set up the tent, his frown pulling at his face the entire time. He will not get any sleep – being so close to... her. Alone... Miles away from anyone.
After they’d kissed.
He swallowed hard as he fumbled with the poles, wanting to be out of this situation.
Reiner Braun was desperately in love with this woman and he was supposed to be keeping away. If they kiss again, he’s a total goner. There would be no way he could reject her if she reciprocated his feelings even in the slightest. Luckily, their kiss had been interrupted so he didn’t know how she truly felt. He thought that if he never knew, it’s a problem he would never have to face.
His fingers clumsily began to fix things together; [Name] already having the fire going and preparing dinner.
His eyes almost began to water at the thought that he was about to get her famous, amazing cooking.
Sasha had been furious he was paired with her.
His chest tightened and his head became fuzzy. He wished he didn’t have to be in such a complicated situation; he would just ask her to marry him already.
“You need help?” her voice called over after he dropped the pole fixtures for the third time.
“Huh? Uh, no I got it.” He wavered a hand dismissively without turning around.
What the hell am I going to do? He panics in silence.
Eventually the sun had set and the tent was erected, the two of them sitting by the fire after they’d eaten. The warm orange glow of the flames encased them cosily as Reiner sat back and patted his stomach in awe.
“Amazing. As always.” He smiled. “Thank you.”
“I’m glad you liked it.” She beamed beautifully.
Surrounded by the trees under the stars and being embraced by the warm glow of the flames; [Name] now began to feel weird about their intimate moment they’d had. It wasn’t very often they had time alone and her feelings for him remained the same since.
They sat back, gazing up at the stars in a comfortable silence.
“It feels like we haven’t stargazed in forever.” [Name] commented quietly. “I bet Marco is looking at them now too.”
“Yeah, he will be.” Reiner marvelled.
Another silence.
He noticed she had been pretty quiet since they began relaxing by the fire.
[Name] was wondering why he hadn’t mentioned the kiss. He’d had plenty of time now.
Maybe he regrets it?
She bit her lip at the thought, her eyes lowering to the flames sadly. God, he’d grown on her a hell of a lot and she resented that fact. It hurt to think he didn’t feel the same.
Reiner noticed this.
Shit, she looks sad. Is it because he hadn’t mentioned the kiss? Should he ask her? There’s no way he would ever stand for her feeling down, let alone because of him.
What the hell should I do?!
His brain hurt. More so, his heart.
She flinched a little in surprise when he slowly creeped his hand across the ground and intentionally skimmed his skin across her fingers. He didn’t look at her though. It was his way of sending an impossible telepathic message of; Don’t be sad. I can’t say it but God, I love you.
She, however, assumed it was an accident.
Ah hell. I’m going to have to mention it. I can’t see her feeling down.
He took a deep breath.
“You alright? You look a little down.” His usual façade of serious, concerned solider coming out.
“Oh? I’m fine.” She lied.
He knew she was lying. He knew her too well.
“It looks like it’s going to rain though.” She noticed the thick clouds that were rolling in, beginning to block their view of the stars. “We should get some sleep.”
“R-right.” Reiner nodded, deflated.
He didn’t know what he expected. His heart, body and soul ached for her lips against his again, but his mind screamed to stop being an idiot.
As she went inside to get ready for bed, he stood and began to snuff out the flames of the fire, along with any hope he’d had of being with the woman he was so desperately in love with.
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Sure enough, as they lay facing away from one another, the sounds of soft pattering began to tap the tent above their heads. They lay back-to-back with as big of a gap between them as possible; what the small tent would allow anyway. Reiner’s arms were tucked up around his chest and his eyes were wide.
[Name] had her limbs tucked away too but that was for a different reason – as always when she camped out, she was freezing. It didn’t matter the season. As soon as that sun sank below the horizon, her body temperature would drop.
Reiner on the other hand was like a big insulated heater, sleeping in just his underwear under his sleeping bag. His heart thudded harshly against his large chest.
She’s just there! Kiss her! Talk to her! Tell her how you feel...
He’d been close to telling her a few times over the course of the last month or so. He couldn’t help it. Even before they shared that kiss, his feelings would bubble up to the surface and almost spew out of his mouth. He’d always managed to stop himself though, although it was getting increasingly more difficult each time.
She was just so... perfect.
Not only was she extremely attractive and half of his classmates wanted her, but she was strong. Smart. Funny. Caring... His eyes closed in a frown as he listed the endless attributes he loved about her in his head. He was fighting a losing battle, and he knew it.
Bertolt. Annie. Marcel. I’m sorry. I tried... I really did.
He glanced back and that’s when he noticed her curled up in a ball, shivering.
His eyebrows furrowed. “...You cold?”
“Y-yeah.”
He instantly turned onto his side to face her, his sleeping bag rustling against the fabric of the tent.
“You should have said something. ‘C mere.”
With a sigh he sat up and began unzipping her sleeping bag.
“What are you doing?” her teeth chatted.
“Helping you warm up. I doubt you wanna get sick and miss training.”
She averted her eyes away from him when he unzipped his bag and fastened them together into a double. She knew he slept in his shorts.
Her breath caught in her throat when he wrapped his big, strong arms around her and pulled her back against his warm chest, heat rolling off him and encasing her like a huge bear was holding her. His scent rolled off him and embraced her sense of smell, relaxing her immediately.
He kept his pelvis away from her, his manhood already stirring awake and he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable.
“T-thank you.” She whispered, still trembling.
“Don’t mention it.” He sighed, silently kicking himself.
I definitely won’t be getting any sleep now.
Her heart almost stopped when his head rested and lay between her neck and shoulder, his hot breath blanketing her skin. Rushes of unexpected heat ran down her body to in-between her legs and seemed to just pool there.
His brows furrowed behind her; inhaling her intoxicating scent silently.
Although he was trying his hardest not to brush his hips against her, he still felt so comfortable having her in his arms like this, like she was supposed to be in them. He was meant to protect her. To care for her. To love her.
His mind fluttered back to how he’d almost told her he loved her before. He’d hinted so hard but she just looked at him like he was crazy, not understanding what he was trying to tell her. When he was around [Name], it was like all of his troubles just melted away. Colours seemed brighter, his worries were brushed aside and life was just... amazing. She made him laugh, he could tell her anything (almost) and she always knew what to say to make him feel better after a particularly rough day. But to him, the best part of it all was how excited she got him for the future. One that was bleak and full of sorrow was spun upside down and into a promising one, brimming with all possibilities.
“I have something to tell you.” He said softly, not able to stop himself this time.
Maybe it was being this close to her that sent him over the edge. Or maybe it made it easier that she was facing away from him.
“Hm?” she hummed softly; her eyes closed and enjoying the warm embrace.
“...I love you.”
That was it. It was out.
There was no way to suck those words back into his lungs.
The tense, pregnant silence within the tent was only filled by the light tapping of the rain against the material that covered them.
He felt her tense in surprise, her eyes flying open.
She swivelled around to face him, her eyes searching his narrow golden orbs for any sign of deception.
But there wasn’t any.
A crimson flush washed over his cheeks.
“I... I mean, you know –” he began before she silenced him by pressing her lips against his.
Both of their eyebrows pulled back as if pleading above closed eyes, his hand cupping her face, thrilled to be kissing her once more.
She pulled away, her own pink hue colouring her face.
“You... Love me?” she asked, her voice soft and sweet.
He pressed his head against hers, closing his eyes and nodding.
“ [Name] , I’m crazy about you.” He whispered in honesty. “I always have been.”
“...How crazy?” she teased, trying to tear away any awkwardness or negative feelings in his confession.
He smirked. She knows just how to make him comfortable.
He grinned slyly, looking in her eyes.
“Oh, absolutely insane. I should be getting carted away to the asylum, with Sasha and her potatoes behind me.”
She laughed beautifully, her heart swelling with joy. Even from that dumb little exchange, confirmed to her that she definitely felt the same.
“So, you don’t regret that kiss...? Last week?”
“Of course not.” He replied, eyes returning to a desperate pleading. “I was just having a hard time accepting that I’ve come to cadets to be a soldier and.... Ended up meeting the woman I wanna marry.”
Every word that left his lips felt like a warm pleasant jab to her heart.
“You... Wanna marry me?” She whispers, totally blown away from the intensity of this confession.
“I do.” He admitted shyly. “You don’t deserve anything less. It’s just how I feel... Sorry”
“You know...” she whispered shyly. “It’s more efficient to share body heat when you’re both naked.”
His eyes enlarged and breath caught in his throat.
“That’s if... You’d want to.” She added adorably.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, praying she would say yes.
She nodded in reply.
“I want you, Reiner.” She breathed. “I love you too. I want... you to make me yours. I want to be yours.”
Reiner was bombarded with emotion.
Elation. Excitement. Arousal.
Not to mention he was beginning to wonder if this were a dream. If he were going to cruelly wake up next to Bertolt and his weird sleeping positions.
There’d been countless times he’s imagined her utter those words in his head; sometimes while stroking his own cock.
He’d lost count how many times he’d furiously tugged himself while she occupied his mind. But as his feelings for her deepened, it became less and less so; guilt always creeping into his conscience. He just respected her too much.
He propped himself up on his elbow, running his now trembling fingers through her hair.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He breathes.
“You won’t.” She shook her head. “I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to, I under –”
He put his arms under the sleeping bag with great speed and shuffled a little, before pulling his shorts out and throwing them to the side.
She let out a laugh when he returned to his original position with haste.
He returned her laugh, rubbing his nose against hers.
“Okay...” she muttered shyly. “Look over there for a moment”
He turned around obediently as she began to nervously undress under the now warm sleeping bag.
All he could hear under the movement of her undressing herself was his heart pounding in his head.
There’s no way this is real and happening.
His cock was already hard at the thought of her undressing inches away from him. His previous reservations about being teamed up with her were quickly washed away as she threw her clothes to the side, before nestling back down and hiding under the cover.
“Alright... You can come back.” She informs him.
At the speed of a firing bullet, he turned back around; painfully keeping his eyes glued to hers.
His arm flinched, about to pull her back into his embrace but he hesitated.
“Are... you sure?” He asked again, not able to believe the situation.
“Yes.” She giggled, nervously.
His eyes enlarged and jaw slackened when he felt her satin soft skin against his, her bare breasts pressing against his hard chest and her lower stomach and groin against his solid erection.
A gasp parted her lips as she felt, not only how hard he was, but how big.
His arms snaked around her, his narrow orbs keeping their gaze onto her orbs as he pulled her now naked form against his.
“R-Reiner...” she couldn’t help but stammer, her face heating up as well as her insides.
A pink hue raises over his cheeks, not having really thought through the situation. He was nervous. He was excited. He was close to hyperventilating.
Her lips softly press against Reiner’s once more, her fingers grazing across his scalp, her breathing heavy and needing.
His arm snakes around her stomach, his brow pulled down and creased while his nose pushes out a blow of air, his heart hammering and his cock leaking with pre-cum. She could feel it weeping against her flesh as it throbbed and danced against her lower stomach.
She pulls back for a moment; “Reiner. Only take me if you’re going to cherish me. This won’t be a one time thing for me...”
He catches her gaze, lips parted and eyes still hungry. “Of course. I meant what I said.”
She smiles - elated at his words as she returns her kiss, her hands roaming his ridged, solid muscles.
His mouth moves down to her neck, slow and tender kisses - each one sending jolts of searing hot electric through her entirety. Reiner’s breath is deep; quivering and panting as he tries to hold back his eagerness and excitement.
“I’ve wanted you for so long...” He groans, his large palm pushing her arm above her head as he hovers over her a little, his fingers interlocking with her own, still kissing her deeply.
The pink hue across his face was deepening to more of a crimson, his eyes heavy lidded and jaw slack the entire time. The way he kisses her is with such compassion, such tenderness. He grazes his large nose against hers, hands caress her hair as he keeps himself steady over her, before gingerly rolling on top of her completely, keeping himself suspended with his forearms.
He made sure every single graze, every grope was as gentle as possible - afraid of his lumbering huge form would somehow break her as they explored one another’s bodies, their tongues entwining in a slow dance within their mouths. Deep, short groans vibrated his throat and chest from time to time, and not once did that furrowed look of desperation leave his face.
The only sounds that could be heard was their kisses, whines and groans as well as their laboured breath and the pattering of rain against the tent.
He suddenly stops their kiss, placing his head against hers and rubbing his large thumb across her cheek, back and forth.
“I’m happy to just do this.” He breathes, wanting to prove to her that he really was just so happy she felt the same. “We don’t have to do anything else.”
“I want to...” She replies, the snake coiled within her wrapped far too tightly to be ignored now. “I want you to make me yours. That’s...if you’d like.”
He nods - returning his kiss, his top lip folding as his lusted haze results in him missing his mark slightly. God it was hard for him not to touch her between her legs. But he’s a gentleman. He didn’t want to unless he knew one hundred per cent that she was sure.
Taking his fingertips, he nervously and slowly grazes them down her stomach to her pubic bone, pausing before taking a leap of courage - his calloused pads grazing down her clitoris and to her soaked lips.
They both gasp at the sensation. The feeling of his warm, large fingers against her most intimate area was indescribable. And for him, her thick slick was heavenly.
“Is this all for me...?” He whispers in awe and disbelief, his shoulder flexing with his movements as he continues to slowly stroke her.
She nods, biting her lip.
“Sh~~~it.” He swallows hard, eyes closing for a moment before returning to hers. “It’s my first time. I won’t last long.”
“I don’t care.” She groans, pulling him by his head for another deep kiss.
As much as he wanted to enter her, he refused to allow himself. Instead his lips trail down her body, her eyes locked onto his broad back flexing with every tiny movement as his head moves, his lips connecting with every inch of skin it could find - his hands gently rubbing and massaging - memorising every single gasp from her mouth. Every hitch of breath. He would remember where he’d been when she made those noises and made sure he damn well took it all in.
“Reiner, I can’t take it.” She eventually moans, writhing beneath him, fingers running through her own hair. “I need you. Please...”
He instantly returns to her face, cupping it and his muscular back hunches - his free hand grabbing the large base of his shaft.
“You ready for me, baby?” He breathes.
She nods.
He lines up his gleaming head before pushing gently, her tiny entrance being invaded by him as he hisses, her back bending with a loud moan.
“ [Name]...” He whimpers, totally overwhelmed both with physical stimulation and emotion.
He pushes again, a little firmer his head popping in past the first hurtle.
“You okay?” He asks, sounding like he’s just finished sprinting a whole cross-country race.
“Yeah...”
He pushes again, her tight insides slowly ingesting him like a snake with a large meal - her ridges massaging him as they spasm with glee around him - his moans now a lot louder than before as he jitters to a stop at the hilt.
“Fuck...” His tone sounds like he’s about to burst into tears as he slowly starts to pull out and slide back in again.
The full feeling of Reiner Braun was better than ecstasy, his girth pushing and stretching her, his cock bending up slightly at the tip, already pushing against her g-spot as he trembles above her. With each slow thrust, her pleasure was pushed to an impossible new high, her nails sinking into his large back as she clung onto him for dear life - tears pooling at the corners of her orbs from how amazing it all felt. Like the only two people in the world were her and him, souls connected and swirling around the cosmos in the eternal dance of lovers.
“I can’t... Reiner. It’s too good.” She sobs, her insides now pulling in a rhythm as her coil tightens more and more. “I’m going...”
“Oh, baby...” He groans, eyes rolling as he plunges a little faster. “Me too. It feels so - n’urgh. So good...”
“Reiner!” She sobs hysterically as she snaps, coming undone around him as her legs tremble and head throws back.
As she unravels around him, her name leaves his lips over and over and over again, each time louder than the last as his thick and large cumshot explodes inside of her, his atomic detonation causing mass devastation as his legs quiver, eyes cross and even a bit of drool hangs from his mouth.
You are one special person to capture Reiner’s affections while he held such high walls around his heart for reasons not yet known to you. But you managed it, and god is it such a beautiful thing.
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COMPLICATED — S1-E5: Two Men on a Mission
Pairing: Eren Yeager x Fem! Reader x Jean Kirstein
Word count: 5.3k
Series summary: Two boys, opposites you could say with a troubled past, fall for the same girl. You to be precise, but one falls head over heels at first sight, and as for the other, won't dare to admit his feelings. With the first guy, you had a not-so-welcoming encounter with. And well, the same goes for the other play boy as well. Are you a competition to them? Maybe. Will you fall for one, or both? Definitely. But how will everything play out in the end?
Chapter summary: Things heat up between You, Eren, and Jean. But everything complicates when Reiner becomes your foe.
Content warning: mild verbal abuse and violence
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𝗦𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆, 9:15 𝗽𝗺
𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩
I never once really fell in love with a girl. My standards are pretty high, but I'll still take a few to bed. By few, I definitely don't mean every girl I flirt with haha... I'm only joking, calm down love:)
A notorious playboy or horse-face (uh, ignore the second name) Is what I get as a nickname just because I can pull. I mean, I'm young. I could do whatever I want. No need to worry about all the lovey-dovey shit.
She's a normal girl, she's just like everyone else...
She caught my eye though. Well, not really actually. It was more like her rejection to me which caught me off guard, because rejection doesn't happen to someone of my degree.
Like, Who can resist a guy like me?
Maybe I shouldn't have tried to seduce her the first time I met the girl. I could've used my other tactics for her to fall for me, but the thing is... I don't usually need to use all the tricks up my sleeves for a girl to fall head over heels. One look at me, and they want me.
I gave her a pickup line and my killer smirk that night at the Diner, yet she didn't look flustered a bit.
I had to even resort to my hands to do all the skimming around her thighs, which made her push me away instead as a result. I thought that move would have definitely drawn her in closer to my trap...
But I was rejected again! Unbelievable, isn't it?
I don't know if she's playing hard to get, but if she is, she's good at her game.
Eren got to her first before I could at that fucker's party a few nights ago. It was confusing to me how he held such a worrisome face, so I had to follow the bastard.
His traumatic look came to make sense when I pursued him through the crowd, finding the blockhead and Reiner about to throw hands for the same girl I had my eyes on.
Except I find within their conversation that Braun's intentions were nothing like Eren's... the bipolar is sick in the head, literally.
I wanted to step in, but Eren made it plain as day that he had the whole situation covered as soon as he knocked Reiner out cold, then left afterwards with the girl he saved over his shoulders and out the party.
I'm mad. It wasn't me who got to protect her... but why? Do I like her? Or is it just a random feeling...
My stupid self back in the days got Eren into drugs, and I guess my mother and Grisha got in between me and the suicidal maniacs bond on top of that. Everything wasn't pretty, and it still isn't to this day.
Yeager's been going through a tough time, and it's... mostly my fault. So I guess I understand his hatred towards me.
still..
I'll make sure you crave for me, instead of him.
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Destination: Fucker's house, and Goal: To not get caught, but I have a idiotic bald-headed side-kick besides me who will most likely get the fucking cops called on us. I'm praying to whatever god's above that won't happen.
"Bro we should play the mission impossible playlist, amIright?? This is going to be pretty epic Jean. But I swear.. If we get caught, my parents are gonna shove me into a box and ship me off to Madagascar.."
Connie was all excited about the plan of action in the passenger seat, and he doesn't exactly know why we're even doing it in the first place. But the dumb-ass still agreed to the scheme just for the fun of it.
I like to keep it like that. If baldie found out it had to do with Y/n, he would never shut up about me simping over her for months in consequence.
"We're not gonna get caught. But if we do, the look on Reiners pathetic face will make it all worth it." I chuckled, drifting my corvette to the left to make our final turn to Braun's place.
"Hey, you notice the black corvette behind us? That's one hell of a car, better than yours Jean. They aren't following us, right?" Connie cross-examined as he gazed at the left side-view mirror.
I checked mine also from curiosity, and damn how he was right about those wheels being something else. A cv z06 corvette, better then my classic torch red.
"Nah, I don't think they're tailing us, we're good." I reassured, glancing at my rear-view mirror to check the black vehicle once more. I don't know why, but I felt like I've seen that certain car somewhere. Just couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Wonder which hot chick drives that car...
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𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗣𝗢𝗩
"Do you think they spotted us, sis?" Noah nervously babbled as he was slumping in the passenger seat like that would've hidden his presence or something. You sighed and slowed your speed a bit since you were going about 90 miles per hour on the freeway near the red corvette.
"We're fine, guess dressing in all black worked." You giggled because you dead-ass looked like Catwoman and Noah...Yeah, he doesn't deserve the title as Batman so, no.
You evenly swerved to the left and took the same exit Jean had taken. The exit gave you an uncanny sensation, déjà vu, like you've driven down this road before.
Weird, didn't Mikasa take this same exit when we were going to the dick's party?
"S-slow down Y/n, you're driving like you're in freakin Tokyo drift." Noah stuttered, clenching his seatbelt with his life from your car propelling. The adrenaline for driving fast was like an addiction for you. But you had to calm down since Noah looked like he was about to piss his pants from fear...
"Fine, I'll slow down. I just don't wanna lose them." You maintain your distance, zig zagging through cars swiftly until you finally catch Jean's car in the distance, parallel parking across... REINER'S HOUSE??
Why the fuck are they here oml...guess we're gonna have to find out.
Your car rolled in a few houses away from Reiners place for good measure, parking behind cars of big brands. You flung out your door, and tried softening your steps towards the mansion. Noah quietly followed behind.
"Here! Let's hide behind these bushes. We'll be at perfect range from the two idiots." You sent Noah a signal like you were a marshaller for an airport, then crept behind him towards the bushes. The leaves crunching below your feet weren't as loud when you steadily dashed to your designated hiding spot.
"Fuck! I think a thorn just went up my ass.."
You yelped in pain as soon as your rear hit the ground abruptly.
"What ass? Flat Stanley, HAHAHAH-" Noah couldn't finish his cackle due to you stuffing a bunch of dirt and grass into his shitty mouth to make him shut up. He basically almost choked to death, it definitely wasn't the best idea for him to tag along also.
"Wait, didn't the seniors throw a party here a couple of nights ago, sis?" Noah questioned. "Yeah, this is where the awful back-to-school party happened." You answer in front of Noah with a slight sigh.
You never told your family what really happened that night, or anyone for that matter. Only Mikasa and Eren knew... Well, that's what you had thought.
You and Noah shift your weight a bit because crouching behind those bushes felt like the blood flow would stop in your legs. You then sent a silent prayer of thanks that your bad-luck doesn't get you to get caught snooping.
"Shit, sis! I think they're going to vandalize the person's car. Look at the spray can bottles they have in their hand! Wow, they're coooool. Date one of them please." Noah begged, you rolled your eyes from his stupid utterance and continued to observe your view.
You squint your eyes like it might help you hear Jean and Connie better, because damn those idiots are real idiots. But in the back of your head, you really wished you would've joined them.
If I were them, I would've painted the fuck-face's house as well. And maybe even break in to paint dicks all over Reiners face. But why are they even doing this?
....
"Art in the highest form." Jean wiped the paint off his chin with a thumb and chuckled wickedly, taking in the sight of his colorful masterpiece on the now not-so-white Bugatti.
Jean exceeded his limits of spraying miniature dicks onto Reiners car. Art can be a way to show your emotions, and Jean took that literally.
"Remind me why we're doing this exactly?" Connie asked Jean as he was scratching his bald head in perplexity.
"Cause he's a piece of shit." Jean answered right away with a straight face and a shrug. Connie cocked a brow from his confusing explanation.
"I know that, but he hurt Historia ages ago. Why now?" Connie crosses his arms over his chest and backs away from Reiners car a little.
"He's been fucking with too many people lately. Besides, his face alone is enough reason." Jean's blatant response was still difficult for Connie to understand, but he pushed it aside.
𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩- Yeah, by 'too many people' I know you mean one person. One girl... Pfft horse-face, nice try.
"Anyways, we should go now." Jean advised since it was getting a little too late. "Alright, start the car. I've got one more thing to do." Connie proposed with a sly smile, which made Jean send him an eye-roll from skepticism.
"Please don't piss on the car, don't ruin my hard work..." Jean shook his head with a hearty laugh, then sprinted off to his Corvette with the empty spray-cans before Connie could counter.
"I wasn't going to- actually, that isn't a bad idea..." Connie really thought about what Jean said, but denied it before he grabbed his phone from his back pocket, and began to record the whole car from every angle.
Snickering as he was doing that, all the lights suddenly shifted back on inside of Reiners place. Connie swore no one was actually home, but boy was he wrong....
"HEYY, WHO THE HELL IS OUT THERE?! YOU ARE SO FUCKED WHEN I FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE!" The shrieking grumpy voice threatens.
Yup, that was the devil himself yelling from the top of his lungs. Connie froze, you and Noah's mouth hung open from shock behind the bushes, and Jean was pissed that he actually believed Connie's idiot self that no one would be home...
Connie then darted to Jean's car for the sake of his poor life, and almost tripped in his tracks.
"DRIVE NOW. DRIVE! DRIVE!" Connie hyperventilated and demanded as soon as he jumped into Jean's car.
"Connie, I thought I fucking told you to make sure no one was home!" Jean scolded Baldie while revving his engine back to life.
"I did!" Baldie blurted, swearing he really thought the bastard wasn't home.
"No, you clearly-"
"Dude, DRIVE. NOW. I'm not rich or white! And I don't think I look good in an orange jumpsuit either!" Connie claiming he wasn't white made Jean burst out into laughter, but they couldn't waste time for an argument, so the both of them fled the crime scene before notice.
Now, back to you and Noah.
....
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Noah stop squirming, and get up quickly before that mother-fucker catches us." You whispered harshly into Noah's ear. Reiner already had came out of his house, and he didn't look anywhere near okay from the sight of his now ruined car.
"Okay, I'll go first. You will be on the lookout." Noah murmured, you nodded and agreed. You lurch your head back with frantic eyes towards Reiner. Trying to keep a lookout while Noah got up first to cautiously creep away.
Alright, the jerk's focus is entirely on his fucked up car. I should be good now.
At a slow place, you extended yourself off the muddy ground. Each muscle in your body was guarded carefully. Okay, okay, I'm doing good so far... this isn't so hard haha...
A leaf beneath your feet then crunches. LOUD AND CLEAR.
"HEY? WHO'S THERE!!" Reiner took his attention off his car, and sprinted without hesitation towards the noise you caused.
Oh shit. Gotta blast!!!!!
You run expecting to save yourself and Noah. Being chased is as potentially lethal as it gets. You had to escape at any cost. You focus, you think, and you don't look back.
Goddamit, He's fast!
Finally making it into your car that Noah had started up himself, you rushed to dissolve away in the night without getting seen thankfully.
Reiner was too late to catch your face.
I'm never pulling this stunt ever again...
-
𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴,
8:00 𝗮𝗺
Mirage, what you named your precious car, sadly broke down right after you took flight from Reiners place the other night. So you were car-less, and that's literally the worst feeling.
It's like losing the privilege to escape from reality. You couldn't go for random long drives at night to ease your thoughts. No more of those for about two weeks you estimated.
But guess what? Now you get to tag along with Mikasa to school every morning! Let's also add another certain blond hottie to the morning drive. Remember the Leonardo DiCaprio look-alike?
The blonde was wearing a collared blue shirt, his sleeves shrugged up to his elbows, and a silver chain around his neck for you to eye on the rear-view mirror In Mikasa's G-wagon.
Man, and Armin plays the guitar too. I really wish he was my neighbor... fuck Eren.
"So... When is baby Mirage gonna get fixed? Mikasa batted her eyes at you for a second, then turned to face the road in front of her as she drove.
"I hate being car-less. Every time I get somewhere, I feel like I'm stranded on an Island just waiting for a rescue team to get me out of there." You dramatically preached. You heard Armin chuckle under his breath from your sentence, which made your cheeks blush all kinds of pink.
"If you want, I can give you a ride to school until you get your car back! It won't be a problem for me since I don't live that far from you." Armin offered an offer every girl would've dreamed to accept.
"No need for you to do that Armin, I'm keeping Y/n to myself until her car gets fixed." Mikasa winked in the rear-view mirror at the blonde in the back. You have Mikasa and Armin fighting for you, what more could you ask for?
Damnit Mikasa. I love you, but... ARMEEENNN.
"You guys are making me blush all colors calm downnn. Anyways, speaking of problems... Eren is so careless!" You exclaimed, Mikasa gave you a 'Uh oh, what now?' Look.
"What did Eren do?" Armin kindly asked from the backseat.
"Well, he's supposed to memorize a script for a project that we both have to present today...and I just know he didn't glance at it but only once since our last meet-up a few days ago." You answered with a spirit-less sigh.
Mikasa and Armin attempted, but failed to suppress a laugh from your agony. Your eyes bounce from Armin to Mikasa, a blank look formed on your face from their giggles.
"Whatttt? Am I missing something here?" Your head wilted towards the both of them as you let loose a self-conscious laugh. "Oh, you don't know. Do you?" Mikasa found your puzzlement amusing, she was definitely hiding something that felt important for some reason.
"Know what...." You dragged out, "You'll find out! Don't worry." Armin tried raising your spirits, but it failed miserably, and the thought wouldn't get out of your head as soon as you finally all made it to the hallways of the school.
Mikasa's statement was so vague, did Eren do something? Armin waves bye to the both of you,
and Mikasa leads you to the vending machines by the cafeteria.
"Hey, did you see what happened to Reiners car over the weekend?" You asked as a devious smile graced your face. Mikasa pulled out a barbecue lays chip packet from the machine, and handed it to you.
"NO. Explain after I take a quick shit, I'll be right back my love." She pecked your LIPS this time, and you turned red as a fat tomato while she left you and walked off to the restrooms to the left.
I think I might fall for her one day.
Entirely unaware, Reiner overheard your little conversation with Mikasa from a distance about the vandalism. His heart increased while he clenched his jaw, storming towards your direction as his temperament went up with each step.
Shit was about to go down, any second now...
"YOU little bitch!" You suddenly felt a huge hand forcing you to turn around to face them. Their grip was so tight, that it pained your shoulder. It was Reiner. The menace had fury etched into his eyes. Everyone around you stopped in motion to gaze at the both of you.
"Guy's, he's crazy... don't you
think we should step in?"
"I got this, hand me
your phone HAHAHHA."
"Who the fuck do you think you are! Touching me with your fucking crusty hands!" You pushed him away with all your force, but it only made him step closer to you. He wasn't even discreet about the situation, it's like he wanted all the attention on the both of you.
𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘃- The hell is going on over there? Is that angel-face and Reiner?? The fuck does he think he's doing talking to her like that.
Jean scurried through each student who was either gossiping, or had a phone in their hand to video the whole argument. From everything he was hearing from the maniac's booming voice, Jean exactly knew why the circumstances came to be.
"I didn't mess with your car. Calm yourself jack-ass." You glared above into Reiners dreadfully threatening pupils that wouldn't dare to take off from your face. You were itching for him to go further so you could shut him down with a few punches.
"I heard you, bitch! I know you fucked my car up! How stupid do you think I am?!" Reiner spoke in gritted teeth, his filthy saliva flew to your cheeks.
Don't say it. Don't say it. Resist the urge-
"Extremely stupid." You pouted sarcastically as you twirled your hair, hearing laughter in the range of multiple students from your quick-witted comment, thus making Reiner's ears go all red.
"Listen to me, I'm gonna fuckin destroy-"
"Woah, woah, woah, don't you think you're a little too close to Y/n over here? You know it's not cool to call a woman a bitch, right?" Playboy appeared out of thin air and stepped in between you and Reiner. Acting all heroic and superior.
One of Jean's soft hands were intertwined with yours, like he was trying to calm you down with his touch.
Great. I'm the center of attention, why is mullet in my way of punching the dick...Ugh.
"Fuck off man, I'm not done." Reiner spat to Jean, hovering in front of him so he could view your face instead of Jean's.
"No, I think you've done enough to this poor girl..." Mullet calling you 'poor girl' felt like the biggest insult to you, all you wanted to do was handle the situation on your own but of course tweedle dee is acting like you're hopeless.
Who the fuck is he calling 'poor girl!'
"Mind your fucking business, Kirstein." Reiner hissed, still trying to catch a glimpse of you, but Jean's giant figure covered your whole body, Mullet's physique was tall as hell.
"Oh, but this is my business. Connie and I were the ones who gave your car a makeover. No need to pay us, it's on the house Braun!" Jean admitted with a smirk, and the tension between the boys only grew from his accusation.
"YOU DID WHA-"
Reiner couldn't finish telling off Jean. Thanks to you pushing playboy out of your way to throw a lethal jab onto Reiner's stone-cold face. The punch was long awaited for you, and you hear scatters of gasps from your hit.
Fuck! Is that dick's face made of armor?? My knuckles are aching...
Reiner was thrown to the floor, adjusting his jaw and spitting the leftover blood that was remaining in his mouth from your punch. You had to take in the beautiful sight before you opened your mouth again.
"You little- My father will hear about this!" Reiner muttered nonsense like that would scare you away.
"Oh, really now? I'm sure he'd love to hear about you spiking my drink too." The words tasted so good when it escaped your lips, Reiner was dead silent from your utterance. Everyone was in fact, no back-talk at all.
"That's right, I know. Aww come on, give him a call! Your daddy's waiting!" You teased him to the point where he just sighed and took all the hate you were pouring onto him with no backchat.
𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩- I want her so bad...
"Yeah, that's what I fucking thought. I don't care who your father is, or how much money he has. In fact, no one does. Because no matter how filthy rich you are... you're still just a dick. Next time you mess with me or any other girl... You'll be hearing from my lawyers, Reiner." You serve back without missing a beat. People were praising and applauding you.
Invisible fucking mic-drop.
You scoff with a playful grin at the sight of Reiners guilt, then turned around to leave the scene. But... Jean stood in between your way to your next class. You peer above into his sinful brown pupils that were covered in lust. His smirk never left his face as he looked down on you.
"Feisty chick, aren't you? Any guy would be lucky to have you... So why not be mine? Jean tells you with the biggest grin he could muster.
You actually stiffen from his big words, you couldn't tell whether he was teasing you, or being real for once. But it still made your cheeks instantly heat up nonetheless.
"Jean, I'll deal with you later...but bring me a bouquet of flowers when you actually want to admit your undying love for me." You push past him and snickered with a smirk, leaving him speechless in the middle of the hallway in front of the mass of students.
Damn Mikasa! Your fat shit caused you to miss all the fucking action. Where the hell are you...?
Mikasa was still in the restroom. Still taking a shit.
-
To your amusement, you didn't get caught punching Reiners pathetic face. The day went by pretty quick, and Eren wasn't anywhere to be found. It was finally time for Economics. You weren't completely doomed, you had a plan... You could make a script during the first few minutes of class, right?
"We will start the presentation in five minutes. I hope that you are all ready, this will be a major grade." Captain America broadcasted to the classroom, leaving you worrisome to the core since Eren hasn't even shown up to class yet.
Think, think, think, I could do this on my own right? Fuck Eren, I got this.
You were actually losing your mind at that moment. You could barely remember the presentation you studied so hard for. Eren, on the other hand, didn't study at all too which didn't help. To say you were terrified would be an understatement.
But right when the bell rang as always, the jerk decided to materialize out of nowhere. Lightly placing himself on the seat next to yours, while he was on the phone and talking in... French???
"Je vous remercie. Ma tante va s'en occuper." Eren was directly looking at you as he talked in a foreign language. You couldn't help but blush because hell, the accent was really attractive. But were you going to admit it? No.
"Au revoir. Bonne nuit." He finally ended his conversation to whomever he was chatting with on the other side of the line. A smile grows on his lips from your surprised expression.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Eren exhaled with a bored expression, pocketing his phone as he brings his attention on your Lips then up at your eyes.
"You're not ready to present! You didn't finish your part in the presentation. I spent more than an hour looking over the script, and I'm barely ready myself!" You ranted, and he gave you an eye-roll.
"49 seconds."
"Huh?" You didn't know what the dick meant by '49 seconds.'
"I spent 49 seconds looking at the script." Eren bragged, but you didn't believe any of it.
"Okay? How is that any better?!" You were so done with the man-bun freakin uhh ugly man sitting in front of you with a stupid grin carved on his face.
Eren erupts into laughter from your current state of panic. He patted your head like you were a puppy, and got off his seat. Mr. Smith called for the both of you which made your heart drop levels down into the earth.
"Just watch me, love." Eren winked, and walked over to the front. Your bones froze for a second but you dragged your feet to the front also, hoping Eren wouldn't embarrass the both of you.
Okay, let's just get this over with.
You eye all the students across the classroom who held either a face that had a lack of interest, or excitement because the Eren Yeager was standing next to you. Captain America approved for the both of you to start your presentation, your side of the script was up first.
We're fucked. Eren's fucked...
"Hey... everyone. The economy has four stages in the business cycle... Fluctuations occur repeatedly as the economy experienced with the following turning points. Uh... the peak is the highest point in the upswing of business. And then you have the... the..."
This. Is. So, embarrassing.
Eren nudged your shoulder, and cleared his throat. Saving you from your humiliating moment surprisingly. "I'll take it from here. The trough.." Eren looks at you for a second with a self-satisfied smirk, then back at the students who were fawning over him as he continued to speak.
"This is the lowest point in the downswing of an economy. Which is generally through the recession period. Then you have the expansion period..."
Ohmygod. You were genuinely shocked Eren exactly knew what to say. He also explained stuff that wasn't even covered in class. Even Mr. Smith himself was amazed, and all the girls in class were drooling... What a shocker!
20 minutes later, and the both of you end your presentation with a final thank you. Students applauded brutally, but only for Eren. You had to hand it to him honestly, but how did he manage to pull it off? That was the real question.
"Look, we don't really have an excuse to talk to each other anymore. Have a nice rest of your day, Y/n." Eren gave you another one of his smug smiles, then grabbed his backpack to dart out of the classroom.
The presentation took all of the class time, that's how much time Eren took explaining.
Unbelievable, right? You had to know. How the hell did he do it? You were certain that he didn't practice. Determined to find out the truth to it, you followed Eren as he exited the school building.
Making it to the school parking lot, Eren was walking towards his... Motorcycle?! His shiny pure black Harley-Davidson 2-wheeler! It looked like it was straight out of Mad Max.
You needed a ride anyways, so you might as well just ask him for one. But only after your interrogation with him about the whole presentation stunt he pulled.
Eren put each one of his long husky arms through the holes of his leather jacket before he sat on his cycle. He was about to put his glossy jet black helmet on over his head, but you interrupted his action by appearing in front of his vehicle.
𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩- Just as I was trying to avoid her... of course she shows up out of nowhere.
"You forgot to answer my question. And I need answers, how'd you do it Yeager?" You eyed him up and down with your hands on your hips, squaring your brows as he let out a suffering sigh from you.
"Are you gonna leave me alone if I do, Y/n?"
"Answer me. Did you study?"
𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘃- This girl will be the death of me...
"Nope." Eren scratched his head as his eyes wandered off from yours.
"Are you a repeat? Did you take Economics before? Did you actually make a script after all?? How did you know so much!" Your brain was driving crazy from your calculations for Eren. He looked like he was about done with your questioning and shit, so he finally decided to reveal the truth.
"I have an eidetic memory." Eren jolted his shoulders and brought his emerald pupils back at your gaze.
The fuck is that?
"It's a photographic memory if your dumb-ass didn't know what 'eidetic' meant." He then continued to put his helmet back on while you stood in front of him not moving a muscle since you were so astonished.
A- photographic memory? Is this man supposed to be built perfect or something? It's not fair!
"I don't have time for this, your interview with me is over."
"Wait! I have one more question." You tried stopping him before he dashed off, and it worked. Eren didn't take his helmet off though which covered his entire face. You were staring at pure darkness.
"Could you give me a ride back home?" You politely asked, like actually. Mikasa had karate lessons so she had to leave school in a jiffy. Eren was basically your only choice.
"No." Eren proceeded to start up his loud-ass engine, turning away from you as he tried to back away... but a particular red corvette delayed Eren to drive off.
Jean...
"Ignore him, love. I'll give you a ride back." Jean straight away offered to take you back home. His head was popping out of his car window, while his right hand grasped his leathered brown wheel. You were about to nod and agree, but Eren took off his helmet to face you again.
"Actually, Hop on Y/n. Don't want you going home with that fucker. He might kidnap you..." Eren tried swaying you back towards him, which confused you. Did they think you were some type of competition to them? You weren't a game piece, please. It was annoying, but...
Who will you decide to go home with?
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𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗸?
𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗿 𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻?
Next on Complicated- A deal made with the devil. When Connie, Armin, and Eren go for a ride... they have a small accident. Things heat up when they realize it's you in the other car.
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