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kodi-time · 3 months

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HOLLYWOOD'S DEAD ; JEAN KIRSTEIN

Y/n and Jean seemed like the average Hollywood couple. They showed up to every event together, flaunted each other on social media, and had a group of people who were always wondering what would happen with them. They left average couples frowning jealously at their phone screens, and kept fans constantly reading articles on their current relationship status. They were what every couple wanted to be.

But they were never quite what they seemed.

Their entire relationship was built off a lie. The promise of a boost in their careers was what had brought them together. There was no love between the two of them. At least, not at first. Jean Kirstein was a prick; a known womanizer with an ego taller than himself. Y/n hated it. Hated him. It was only temporary, she would remind herself. There were no real feelings involved. No reason to be intimate or grow too close.

Yet she still found herself doing it, no matter how hard she tried to fight it off.

Pairing: jean kirstein x reader Word Count: currently n/a BEWARE This book contains foul language, trauma, dark humor, mentions of sexualization (NO SMUT), eating disorders && familial issues.

I can also be found on wattpad && ao3, where chapters for this will be released first, and where you can find updates! <3

TABLE OF CONTENTS Chapter One: first draft ; actual chapter will be out within 2 weeks!

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harley-rose25 · 2 months

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Sad, Pathetic Eren is Best Eren.

Title says it;

I binged all of Attack on Titan this past week and I just have to say that this, this right here is best Eren. Sad wet chihuahua Eren; crying, like a toddler throwing a tantrum, over his own choices Eren. The boi is pathetic and I love it.

#attack on titan #AoT #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren aot #Pathetic Eren yeager #shingeki no kyojin #eren yeager is pathetic #we stan Eren Yeager #yeagerist #eren yeager did nothing wrong #lol #god I love sad wet cat/wet chihuahua boi energy

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ack4rwoman · 6 months

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i will forever defend eren with my life. i will forever defend HIM, eren, not his actions. i will forever defend eren !!

it was clear to us that the cycle of oppression would continue despite eren’s conclusion (committing genocide). when he lived in eldia, behind the walls, him and the rest of his comrades truly believed that humanity outside of the walls was pure, a goodness that none of them had ever experienced as they’d been fighting against humanoid giants that sat at the top of the food-chain, fighting EACH OTHER, even, in the underground, simply to live. in their eyes, the world beyond the walls was peace, a life full of freedom.

when it was revealed that there was a divide between the marleyans/rest of the world and the eldians, all hope had been lost. when it was revealed that the marleyans were the ones subjecting the islanders to be titan-food instead of saving them, reconciling with them, just because of something their ancestors had done that they had no recollection of, all hope had been disintegrated.

i will never understand the love for marley and the idea that both sides were as bad as each other. it’s stupid and dumb, and here’s why:

eldians were the ones that started it.

fine, agreed because king fritz was evil as fuck.

but by that logic, because eldians were the ones that started the war, years ago (might i add), shouldn’t the entire world be at war with EACH OTHER than with eldia?

the eldians that the marleyans were oppressing and abusing now had nothing to do with what their ancestors had done before.

so, using that logic that marleyans had the right to do what they’d done to the current eldians, shouldn’t south asians declare war against the current british for what they had done to their people BEFORE? shouldn’t the few native americans left declare war on the europeans because their ancestors had committed heinous crimes against their people? shouldn’t women from korea, china, vietnam, and more, punish current japanese men for what their ancestors had done to the past women of their countries in ww2?

see what i’m saying? why were marleyans punishing the current eldians for what their ancestors had done? something that they had no control over?

eren wanted a world where they didn’t have to fight for basic human rights. genocide is never the answer, but the scene where he grabs hange by her clothes and demands to know what other plan there is as a substitute proves his desperation: that he never wanted to kill so many people, that there was simply no other way. eldians would never be accepted in the outside world, no matter how hard they tried to convince them.

we also have to remember that he was up against the clock too. if they didn’t find a solution soon, he would have died anyway due to the 13 years he had to live. by the time his plan was set in stone, he only had 4 more years to live and the scouts didn’t really have a solid plan. they lived with the outside world, undercover, and never actually managed to find a solution that benefited everyone.

and also eren said sorry so 🫨

he is so bbg and i love him and i’ll always defend him so bye it’s nearly midnight where i live lmao

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erwinsvow · 2 years

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𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.

summary: it's gotten so bad that people won't even leave their homes at night- bodies stacking up and no end in sight. your boyfriend eren swears he'll protect you, though him and his best friend jean don't seem all that affected by it.

warnings: read carefully. frequent mentions of death/murder, details about murders, gore (described about deaths), reader throws up, gaslight, manipulation, angst, allusions to kidnapping and murder, frequent mentions of paranoia, on edge/scared reader, and overall based on a horror movie.

word count: 4.5k

author's note: and here it is! this is chapter one, just a lot of exposition and backstory. chapter two (with the smut lmao) coming soon!!

Pieck hadn’t thought Porco would get there so early.

He was coming home from practice, which was nearly across the town at the football field, adjacent to the gym and sports complex. Their college town was small, but it wasn’t that small. It was at least a fifteen, twenty minute drive, and given that he had only just sent her a picture of himself and Reiner in the locker room maybe ten minutes ago, there was no way he was here already.

But when she goes to open the door, turning on the porch light and peeking her head through the little curtains, she’s met with an empty front door. She could’ve sworn the doorbell went off—or maybe it was Porco’s unnecessarily loud knock, but she knew she heard something.

The television emits another obnoxious scream from the horror movie she had on, and she dismisses the thought entirely. It could’ve been the wind, or even just the background noise playing with her mind while she was distracted in her own thoughts.

It felt eerie to her now, living in the same little house that Hannah Diamant had once lived in. Hannah and her fiancé Franz were older than Pieck and Porco, already graduated, with real jobs and an apartment that wasn’t passed down to a new set of roommates every fall semester. For some reason, Pieck couldn’t let go of the fact that Hannah had lived in this house—watched movies with Franz on the couch, made popcorn on the stovetop only, since it tasted better than the microwave kind, and did all of the normal things that she did with Porco now.

But Hannah and Franz were dead now.

Pieck couldn’t figure out, for the life of her, what had really happened. The local sheriff’s office, not used to more than busting the occasional rager and giving tickets to drunk drivers, kept saying that they were working on it. That it was likely some kind of an accident, that this town hadn’t seen a real, true murder in decades.

Maybe it didn’t feel real since she had known them. They had been, what, seniors when she was a freshmen? Hannah had been in the same sorority as Pieck’s freshmen year roommate, and Franz had been on the lacrosse team with Porco, before he switched over to football.

It had to be that. Deaths don’t make much sense to begin with, but it’s harder when it was someone you could recollect vague memories with, someone who you’ll now never see again.

It must’ve been an accident, after all, who was running around killing people in their little college town? The school was mid-sized, everyone knew each other through association and there was nowhere for a killer to hide in a place like this.

A hard knock on the door shakes Pieck out of her thoughts immediately. She seems to be frozen for a second, but another knock gets her up, walking to the door. She thought she’d left the porch light on, for Porco, but she must’ve not, since it looked pitch black outside. Pieck opened the door, thoughts already leaving Hannah and Franz and coming to her boyfriend.

Her hand searches for the light switch, flicking it on.

“Took you long enough, Porco, the popcorn’s about to burn-” She’s only expecting Pock, sweaty in his uniform, dumping his gear near the door and engulfing her in a hug, but all she sees is red.

And so she screams, the movie mimicking her and almost mocking, until she feels the sharp blade puncture her body, and the last thing she sees is that mask.

...

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so on edge.

The little town you lived in next to your college didn’t seem so little anymore—in fact, it seemed bigger and scarier than ever. The streets where you drove around with your friends and the bars you frequented with your roommates were now avoided whenever possible. You were too scared to even leave your window open anymore, to run to the gas station for movie-night snacks with Sasha and Hitch, while Annie yelled out the window, reminding you not to forget her candy.

Your life, and the lives of many others, quickly became a series of repetitive days, going to campus for classes and never staying past sunset, returning home and locking all the doors and windows and praying for sunrise to come and to not be awoken by the sound of your phone buzzing from your nightstand, a text from your best friend telling you that another student was found dead.

It always happened at night—the murders. It seemed to you that the killer was practically warning everyone, like an old wives tale used to scare children, warning everyone to not go out past dark, not to think that they’ll be the exception.

The most recent one that happened took the whole town by shock—Porco and Pieck, the football player and his highschool sweetheart girlfriend. It was almost something out of a movie, people that were adored by everyone. You couldn’t believe it yourself—you had known them both since you started college.

It was terrifying, to an extent where you weren’t sure if you could be more frightened, after hearing the gruesome way they had died from Jean and Connie’s story-telling format.

But what really had you scared, what made you triple-check the locks before bed and never walk anywhere alone, was the fact that this wasn’t even the first murder.

You hadn’t known Hannah and Franz personally—they had already graduated by the time you started college. But the news of their death had slipped past you, all of you, while the police struggled to find answers that were now clear as daylight: there was a serial killer in town.

You weren’t sure how you would get through this, when you hadn’t so much as faced the death of a pet in your life so far, but your boyfriend was being incredibly helpful. More helpful than you thought was possible from a college-aged boy, but then again, Eren was full of surprises.

“I can’t believe they’re gone,” you had said to him, wiping away your tears and leaning against his shoulder. “That I’ll go to class tomorrow and they won’t be there. It seems so strange.”

“I know, baby,” he said, rubbing his hand on your shoulder and soothing you.

“A-and, both of them were couples, I mean, what’s that about? Do you think they’re only targeting couples?” “We can’t know that for sure, babe, that’s just a guess—but I’m sure the sheriff’s office will figure it out.”

“They didn’t even think Hannah and Franz were killed, they thought it was an accident. Did you hear? What Jean said—that their bodies were so mangled up they couldn’t even identify-” you didn’t finish your sentence as a loud noise behind you made you release a scream, jumping within Eren’s grip and heart racing.

You turn quickly to see none other than Jean himself behind you, a grin on his face that usually could make you smile, but now it only made you feel sick. “Hey, man, knock it off,” Eren says, looking serious. But you knew both of them. They were best friends, and were never truly stern with each other. Everything was a joke.

“What, ‘Ren, I’m just trying to lighten the mood a little. Your poor girlfriend thinks the killers out for couples, sort of like an anti-Cupid, right-”

Normally you could handle the banter and jokes, but something about today had you feeling incredibly different.

It’s not a joke, you want to say, people are dead. But you keep it inside.

“Eren, I have class,” you finally say, grabbing your bag and releasing yourself from his arms.

Eren doesn’t let go of your hand, though, still holding it firmly and getting up with you.

“Hey,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning into a kiss. His lips on yours make your knees feel weak, makes you kiss him back as though the two of you were alone in your room, rather than on the quad in front of everyone. In front of Jean, the thought of which makes you finally pull away.

“I love you, okay? We’ll be fine, baby, I promise.”

You’re not sure whether or not you believe him.

…

Your day ends the same way as usual, waiting in the library for Sasha and Hitch to be done with classes so you can drive back home together. Before all of this, the library used to be packed until midnight or later, and now it was thinning out with every passing hour that led closer to sunset.

Annie had a slightly longer day than all of you, and despite your frequent offers to wait for her so everyone gets back safe and sound at the same time, she kept insisting she would be fine.

You could understand why, though, since Armin always dropped her off and seemingly didn’t leave her side until she was inside the front door. At first you and the others had teased her about it, but now you understood it more and more.

You couldn’t help but wonder if Eren would do the same for you—not leave your side, make sure you felt safe. Your first instinct was to think that yes, of course he would, with the way he was so considerate to you during this whole mess—but it was followed by thoughts of Eren making jokes with Jean and Connie about mangled guts and bloody knives when you weren’t there. The thought made you feel sick all over again, made you wonder what else he said when you weren’t around, what else he does—

“You okay?” a deep voice comes from next to you. It makes you jolt back to reality, eyes snapping back to the sight in front of you and thoughts of Eren and Armin slipping away.

A part of you is scared—even though you’re in a public place with dozens of students all around you. You had seen Connie and Marco at a table in the corner, Marco making flashcards for his nursing class while Connie was scrolling on his phone and occasionally stealing a flashcard to write something stupid on.

You turn slowly though, heart racing, before a sigh of relief leaves your lungs as Reiner comes into your view.

It’s just Reiner, you think, almost rolling your eyes at your own stupidity.

No one was here to kill you. It was just Reiner.

“I-I’m fine, Reiner, thanks. Just on edge, I guess.” You hadn’t realized how shaky your breath must have sounded until you see him pull the chair next to you and take a seat.

“No, no, I get that. Honestly,” he says, setting down his backpack and eyes settling on yours, “I think everyone is. It’s terrible.”

“I know,” you breathe, and it seems like all your emotions are rushing out at once. “And the fact that they were all students, or at least previous students, I mean, it’s like someone’s targeting us, and some people aren’t even taking it seriously-” Your eyes inadvertently turn towards Connie, who’s looking your way too, typing something on this phone and taking another flashcard as Marco protests. “I just don’t know what to do. I hate talking about it but it’s the only thing I think about.”

“Me too,” Reiner says, his eyes sincere and warm, and for a brief second you let yourself think about how he would definitely walk you home and fight off the bad guys. “I think everyone just needs some time. They’re gonna have that vigil, y’know for Pieck and Pock tomorrow night. Maybe if we all go, it might be nice, like comforting. What do you think?”

You smile back brightly at him, suddenly feeling a little better and a lot more reassured than you had been. You had forgotten how easy it was to talk to Reiner.

“I’ll definitely be there, and I’ll tell Sasha and Annie and everyone too. Thanks, Reiner,” you say, before your phone buzzes, and a text from Sasha lights up your screen. “They’re done with class, so I’m gonna head out now but I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” Reiner says.

You leave the library feeling better than you had in a while, part of you looking forward to the vigil instead of dreading it, as you had felt about everything else so far. It felt stupid to want to go, but maybe Reiner was right, maybe this was exactly what you needed. Comfort and support, in the form of hundreds of caring students, all there to serve as a shoulder to cry on. Maybe even talking to Reiner a little bit more would help.

You meet Sasha by the doors minutes later, Hitch nowhere in sight.

“What happened to-” you start, before Sasha interrupts with the answer.

“She said Marlo would drive her home after dinner, and she wouldn’t take no for an answer, so, it’s just me and you today.”

“That’s so stupid of her, though, doesn’t she realize?” you start, dread already seeping back into your skin at what could happen in those few hours. “Hey,” Sasha says, concern apparent in her eyes and words. “She’s just getting dinner, okay? She’ll be back before it’s even late-” “But-”

“-And she’s with someone else. That’s the important part.” “I-I know. I’m just scared,” you say, and it’s more of a whimper than anything else.

“I know you are. I am too, but this is just Hitch and Marlo, okay, and I think they’re going to his apartment so there’s at least his roommates too.”

“You’re right,” you finally breathe out, shaking your head a little as if it would release the paranoia. “You’re right, it’s just dinner.”

As you walk to the car, you still feel the same edge you had felt all day. It had started as a small feeling in the back of your brain, telling you to be careful, but it had progressed into something else entirely.

Now you felt like your mind was screaming at you, telling you to watch out for some monster hidden behind a bush or in the backseat of your car.

“Hey!” Sasha repeats, finally snapping you out of your trance. “What’s gotten into you today?”

You were sitting in the passenger seat already, your school bag tucked next to your legs and seatbelt fastened, though you couldn’t even remember opening the car door.

“I-I’m sorry, I-” you stop yourself from continuing.

You want to tell her. You want to bring up the feeling, the dull throb in your head that’s a result of how fast your brain has been thinking recently. How all these couples are dead, how no one should be making jokes about it, how Hitch and Annie shouldn’t stay out unnecessarily instead of just coming home on time.

But you don’t say any of it. Instead, you take a deep breath.

“I was talking to Reiner, while I was waiting for you, and he was telling me about the vigil tomorrow, for Pieck and Porco. It just-it made me feel so on edge, for some reason. I-I don’t know why. I just want things to go back to normal but it feels like it never will.”

Sasha looks at you with a mixture of things—it’s concern and confusion and sadness all mixed together.

“I think I know how you feel, but we just have to keep going. What else can we do?” You feel yourself nodding, but it’s just so she’ll start driving and end the conversation.

Sasha puts the car in drive and takes off, while you stare out the window. The sun is going to set, maybe in an hour or so, but you’re already wishing for tomorrow to start.

When you get home, you do your usual routine, not caring if anyone else thinks you're crazy. You check the windows, the doors, check Hitch’s room even though she’s told you a million times not to go in there, but you’re certain if anyone would leave a window unlocked, it’s her.

You crawl into bed before it’s even dark out, ignoring Sasha when she yells out from the kitchen, asking what you want for dinner and ignoring whatever messages are on your phone.

You’re asleep before your head even hits the pillow.

And you sleep, seemingly forever, until you hear the distinct voices of Hitch and Annie outside of your door, talking to Sasha.

Your first thought, as always, is why they choose to be so noisy right in front of your room, especially when they know you’re sleeping. Your second is why they sound like that, talking in hushed whispers instead of the usual yelling that’s found in your rowdy home.

You pick up parts of the conversation through your sleepy daze, reaching to check your phone but it flashing with the red sign that let you know it was dead.

Great, you think, fumbling around for the lamp string and your glasses, before you hear something that makes you stop entirely.

“We need to tell her now-”

“She’s been freaking out all day, maybe we can wait-”

“We can’t wait!”

You hear the doorknob turn and the door swing open, someone hitting the light switch making you jolt up in bed.

“Guys, what the hell are you doing-” you start, rubbing your eyes and looking at your three roommates in front of you.

“We need to tell you something-” Annie starts.

“But we don’t want you to freak out, because it’s not what it sounds like-” Sasha interjects, settling down next to you on your bed.

“Why would you say that?” Hitch asks, as she gets closer to you and gives Sasha a look. “Listen, honey, it’s about Reiner. Marlo and Armin just called us, and he-he’s dead.”

You blink back at them, your mind struggling to process the words you just heard.

“D-dead?”

“It’s not what you think,” Sasha says, “it wasn’t, like, a stabbing or a murder, or anything, it was a car accident, and he was driven off the road-”

“God, Sasha, stop saying that! We don’t know what it was, it could’ve been the serial killer, just in a car, okay? Cars can be murder weapons too, y’know!” Hitch says as you see Annie roll her eyes in the background before focusing on you.

“Are-are you okay?” she asks, and this time, you don’t have an answer. “I think I’m gonna be sick-” you manage to get out, before running towards the bathroom and throwing up. You heave the small contents of your stomach out, before sitting on the bathroom floor in a state of mixed emotions. Shock, sadness, anger. They all flow through you while the cool surface of the tiles press against your body.

Two words kept floating through your mind; Reiner and dead. You had just spoken to him, not even five hours ago. He was making plans for tomorrow, and now he was gone. Now it would be his turn to have a vigil, his turn to have a funeral, and this hysteria you had been experiencing for days—though it felt more like months if not years—would never go away.

Sasha knocks on the door to the bathroom gently, you can see her head poke in before Hitch pushes her way through and comes in.

“Hey, honey, we gotta talk about this,” Hitch says softly.

“I know you’re scared, but we all are, so what’s going on? Is-is there something you’re not telling us?” Sasha questions, and even though there’s a million thoughts floating through your head, not a single word comes out of your mouth.

What could you even tell them?

That you were likely the last person who talked to Reiner before he died? That the very idea of his last conversation ever being with you, trying to make you feel better and comfort you, made you want to throw up again? Or maybe they’d like to be enlightened by the fact that you had no one to talk to about all of this, since no one else seemed to be taking it as seriously as you, and your boyfriend was probably off with his best friend, making jokes about the whole thing.

You exhale, slumping against the wall and staring blankly back at them.

“I just saw him at school. It-it wasn’t even a couple hours ago. Why is this happening to us?”

…

The next day passes like a blur. You feel yourself going through the motions and yet there’s nothing you can do to stop it. You contemplate skipping classes altogether, vouching for a day in bed with some stupid, cheesy movies to take your mind off of everything, but the idea is gone as soon as it came when you remember that Pieck and Porco were killed while they were home alone.

You pack up your bag and grab an apple that you’re only able to take two bites from, and get in the car with the girls. At least you weren’t alone, right?

The quad is filled at lunchtime, with every open patch of grass taken up by friends discussing the latest death and theorizing over sips of iced coffee and bites of sandwiches. You walk past at least a half-dozen who are arguing about whether or not Reiner was killed by the serial killer, and another handful who are wondering what the coroner’s report will say. Descriptions of stabs and slashes, of Reiner’s totaled pick-up truck and mutilated body make you sick to your stomach, but there’s nothing to throw up this time.

You take your usual place next to Eren, feeling far away even when his hands find yours and hold on tightly.

You don’t want to be here—but you have to be. There’s nowhere safer, you suppose, than by Eren’s side, because at the very least you know he’ll protect you.

Right? a small voice in the back of your head whispers.

You’re entirely caught up in your own thoughts, meeting Eren’s emerald eyes for just a second before looking back down at the ground, and when you finally pay attention, you just hear the last bits of Connie and Jean’s conversation.

“-I’m just saying, it’s awfully convenient for the star quarterback to get killed in a car accident of all things, right when there’s a serial killer running rampant. It seems like something out of a stupid movie, if you ask me-” Connie says, before being interrupted by Eren.

“Nobody asked you, though,” he says, flashing a smile that makes your stomach turn. The rest of the group laughs, though you’re not sure how. It seemed painful to even attempt a smile.

“Well, I think there’s a clear pattern,” Marlo says, Hitch leaning against him and his arm around her shoulder.

“Do tell, honey,” Hitch replies.

“He’s killing athletes,” Marlo answers, as if the answer is as clear as daylight. “So just get off the teams and you should be fine.”

“But why would someone have a grudge against the athletes?” Connie fires back, “They’re not even the worst of the bunch—I mean Porco was annoying and Reiner was your average dumb jock but—”

“Can we not-” you start, before your voice cracks and tears threaten to spill from your eyes. You take a breath, and squeeze Eren’s hand hard. “Can we not talk about them like that?”

Connie sports a look of regret for a few moments, before continuing.

“Okay, well, I’m just saying if they were targeting athletes, there’s plenty of options. But that doesn’t explain Hannah and Pieck—neither of them played.”

“Alright, Detective Springer,” Sasha says, eyes glancing towards you. “That’s enough investigating from you.”

“I just think,” Jean begins, and your gaze goes towards him right away. It wasn’t news to anyone that Jean didn’t care for Reiner. “that maybe you’re all overthinking this. It could have just been a car crash.”

“Isn’t that kind of a huge coincidence?” Annie retorts.

“Stranger things have happened. I mean, everyone else was killed with a girlfriend, and he was alone, isn’t that another coincidence?”

“But Reiner didn’t have a girlfriend,” you speak up, and you feel everyone’s eyes move to you. You didn’t even realize how loudly you had said it.

“That’s what you might think, but who knows what he was up to? I mean, he could’ve been drunk for all we know—”

“But Reiner doesn’t drink-” you reply, with even more force behind the words, because the way Jean was looking at you and the tone of his words, you could’ve sworn, sworn, that he was trying to force you into believing him. “He-he didn’t drink,” you mumble quietly.

“Isn’t it time for class, babe?” Eren asks, his hand moving to your arm and bringing your attention towards him. You turn to look at him, nodding, but you could almost see Jean smile from the corner of your eye.

…

You pile into the car, staring out the window while Sasha gets into the back with you. Today, Hitch is in the passenger seat while Annie drives but the pattern changes from day to day.

It had been a long day, but it wasn’t over yet. The vigil was in a few hours, and you had hoped to maybe eat a few bites before then, maybe get some sleep. It all seemed so far away since your mind didn’t think about anything but Reiner.

You look up to see Sasha texting on her phone, probably another check-in text from her boyfriend. He didn’t go to college with you all, and was severely out of the loop. You had accidentally eavesdropped on a conversation between them, hearing the concern and fear in Niccolo’s voice and the way Sasha was trying to comfort him. It had made your chest hurt then, and now.

In front of you, Hitch was reapplying lip gloss in the vanity mirror, before propping the mirror away and turning back to look at you.

“Listen, Marlo’s having a little thing at his place after the vigil, and I think we should all go.”

“I don’t know about that—” you start, before being cut off.

“It’ll be perfectly safe, and it’s just our circle, no one else. Come on, hon, you can’t just sit in the house all day. You’ll go crazy. Don’t you wanna spend some time with Eren?”

And then the craziest thing happened. Your mind searched for an answer to that question, taking nearly a half dozen heartbeats to come to a conclusion that should have been instantaneous.

Of course you wanted to spend time with Eren, you think to yourself. You’re just reserved because you feel safe at home, that’s all.

“Y-yeah, I do, I just hate going to different places and all that—” you try to explain. It doesn’t look like Hitch caught on to your thoughts. “Well, I think it’ll be a good time. We can even sleep over there, he wouldn’t care. Or why don’t you go sleep over Eren’s?” “His brother is usually there,” you reply automatically, filling in the reason why Eren rarely had you over. “And he doesn’t love company, so-”

“Well you can bring Eren home then. Even though I haven’t seen Zeke around in forever, y’know he worked-”

“Yeah, maybe,” you say, ready for the conversation to end. Your eyes trail out the window as you notice Hitch turn away from you, back to Annie, talking about what she might wear.

It all felt so stupid—how could any of them be thinking about going out when you were practically forcing yourself to attend your classes? To not become a recluse and a shut-in until the end of the semester?

The car keeps going, Hitch keeps talking, and you’re finally shaken out of your little trance by the noise of your phone buzzing awake with a text.

It’s from Eren—which usually makes your heartbeat a little faster with excitement. This time, though, you feel the dull thud in your chest, wrapped almost in a shroud of dread.

See you tonight.

#.... i hope someone likes this LOL #i love the concept but had trouble finishing it #the second part goes away from the movie so itll def be interesting #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan #aot #tw murder #not sure how else to tag this #tw horror

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genericpuff · 6 months

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And with that, 2000 years of history and 10+ years of an animated adaption later, Attack on Titan is over.

I wasn't planning on making an essay post about this but like all of my essay posts, it got crazy out of hand, so here we are. I have a lot to say on it and the more I wrote, the more I realized exactly what the Attack on Titan finale was about. It's cathartic. It's also kind of a big shitpost but not for the reasons you might think.

Spoilers for the Attack on Titan finale ahead! CW: DISCUSSION OF WAR AND GENOCIDE AHEAD!

Now for anyone who knows what I'm about to talk about (and anyone who follows my stuff here), I'm sure you're wondering , what side do I fall on in regards to Attack on Titan's ending? Am I about to talk shit about it? It's very divisive and somewhat inconclusive. It followed the exact ending in the manga which, while expected, was still disappointing to many who had hoped the anime would take some other path.

But I have to ask, could there have been any other way?

Eren committed mass genocide, bordering on extinction of the entire human race. There was no way that he was gonna come out of it redeemed or as a hero, and he knew it. He went straight up Walter White core here and like Walter White, he is not a hero.

The fact that the Marlayans have been constantly going to war with other countries using Eldians as their personal soldiers goes to show that for countries that seek out conquest, there's no target too small or insignificant that can't be marked as an "enemy", and we see that reflected in Eren as well, in his pursuing of "freedom", an ever-moving goalpost that can never truly be satisfied.

The Jaegerists were hellbent on creating a new empire on the bloodshed of Marley - 'an eye for an eye', so to speak.

Nothing was ever going to truly satisfy either 'side' in the conflict of humanity vs. Eldians because such conflicts' origins have been obfuscated in hundreds of years of history, propaganda, and generational trauma that has repeated itself for so long that many don't even know what they're fighting for anymore, aside from one thing - that they don't want to suffer, that they shouldn't have to suffer for the actions of their ancestors, that they want peace and happiness but don't know where to start with taking the first step.

I think people are disappointed in this ending because, let's face it, it's anime, and it's an anime adaption that took years to finish. We always want to see some kind of vindication from stories like these, but I think in having vindication, it ultimately removes the point altogether of what's being said.

As much as we may try to fight it, try to deny it, the course of human history travels in a circle. Conflict will always arise. History is written by the victors, and those victors will be seen as heroes by whichever side they're fighting for regardless of what heinous acts they may have committed to justify their salvation. And after all of that conflict, regardless of the result - time goes on, and new conflicts arise.

But I don't think that means we have to succumb to grief and suffering and that's a point that I'm seeing missed in a lot of the discussion around the finale. There's a very powerful scene between Armin and Zeke, in which Armin talks about how he was born to run up the hill with Mikasa and Eren. He recognizes fully that if his life isn't meant to be long, he can still cherish those small moments that he thinks back on fondly, the moments that defined his life with the people he cared about.

And that's really all life is. Small moments and experiences that stick with us until the end. The very act of being born in and of itself is a cosmic miracle that gives us the chance to experience things that bring us joy and stay with us forever - however short or long that 'forever' may be. We take these small moments for granted when we're comfortable, but we look for them the most when we're suffering.

If I can relate all this to another piece of media that says the same thing - albeit with a much brighter ending - FF XIV: Endwalker also asks a similar question to Attack on Titan - is the only meaning in life to suffer and die? Of course, by its end, we learn that while death and suffering is an inevitable part of life - not something that should be avoided - it shouldn't persuade us to give in to fear and despair as a constant state of being. And I think Attack on Titan goes for a very similar approach, albeit slightly more as a cautionary tale - a nihilistic reminder that ultimately, the losses and victories we find in our current point of history are still just that, a single point, a blip that will be forgotten until it's ultimately repeated, and there's no escaping that.

It cautions us that freedom cannot exist without constant vigilance for war and conflict. It cautions us that our values and core beliefs for attaining freedom, love and happiness can be twisted into a weapon to cause harm, vindication gained at the cost of another. It cautions us that when left in the wrong hands, power can and will be abused by the ignorant while propagandizing itself as "the greater good".

So why not just find the joy that we can? The friendships, the little moments, the things that bring us happiness even if only temporary. Conflict is inevitable, suffering is inevitable, but that doesn't mean life isn't worth living. "Happiness" is not a tangible end point - it's the side effect of living a meaningful life that's true to yourself.

Attack on Titan is over. Some will argue the ending was the only way, others will argue that there could have been another way and that the anime adaption had the chance to change it but still didn't for reasons beyond their comprehension.

But isn't that the whole point? We'll argue. We'll bargain. Many of the arguments made will reinforce our own beliefs further rather than sway us. Many of us will insist there had to be another way, just as Armin insisted that this couldn't have been the only way, that humanity must have had another option. Meanwhile, many of us will acknowledge that at the end of the day, this is the story Isayama wanted to tell, and regardless of whether or not it makes him an idiot toying with his audience and admitting defeat by lampshading it in the penultimate scene of Eren admitting to his own idiocy, this was the power given to him and he used it in the best way he knew how.

Much like in any conflict, there's one thing that unites both sides - the human need for joy, connection, and freedom.

We might not agree on how Attack on Titan ended, but we can agree that it was a hell of a ride, and I hope we can all agree that it was worth riding, even if it wasn't satisfying for everyone in the end. It brought many people together regardless of their backgrounds, experiences, and differences, and connected them through something they all loved for over ten years. And despite how big a part of our lives it was, life will still go on, and we'll move on to other things to watch, enjoy, and argue over. Isayama will move on to whatever awaits him next, knowing fully well that his choice was his own, that he created the series he wanted to create regardless of how people feel about it. We'll all look for our own forms of joy and happiness as life moves on around us, as conflicts come and go.

Isn't that really what freedom is at the end of the day?

#also ok i know this turned into a philosophical post but like #i'm still just talking about fucking anime #so please for the love of god i don't want to be seeing anyone using this post as a way to play devil's advocate on real actual war crimes #human conflict in and of itself is an enigmatic inevitability but blatant actions of genocide and colonization are not #and that was made VERY clear by the end of the series through eldians and marlayans putting aside their differences to take out eren #also ymir being in love with king fritz was a bit of a weird thing to do but that's for another post #i think it spoke more to her just being that desperate for connection that she fell into an abusive relationship #but idk it could have been executed better esp because a lot of the 'romance' in AoT is weird #still i really enjoyed the finale tbh and i don't think we're supposed to be left feeling strictly one way about it #the fact that we're arguing over whether or not the finale was good is literally just proving isayama right ngl LOL #attack on titan #attack on titan finale #attack on titan spoilers #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin finale #shingeki no kyojin spoilers #essay post #long post #tw genocide #tw war

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twpsyn-who · 3 months

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Soulmates AU in which when your soulmate is in a situation that can result in their death you get to see through their eyes. Like, I don't know how to explain this- it kind of flashes between what you see and what your soulmate sees. You know those edits where there's a scene going on and there's another one faded in the background happening at the same time? Similar to that. The idea is that you get to see what your soulmate sees too, on top of what you're seeing.

Now, this AU but JeanMarco. With Marco asking the others where's Jean, just for him to start seeing a corpse right in front of his eyes not even a second after asking. Seeing through Jean's eyes as he's trying to get hold of that gear and stuff. And once Jean's safe, once it clicks that you know his best friend is his soulmate Marco can't wait for them to graduate so he can you know tell him that.

Then, you know. That happens. And Jean is so fucking confused because he keeps seeing Annie crying, looking down on him. Only when Annie starts getting off the gear, when his soulmate starts moving around trying to get away he starts panicking, starts moving around faster than before. And maybe he's too late. Or maybe he shows up in time and kills the titan. I don't know. That's not where I'm trying to get, but to the second option AKA Marco pulling an UNO reverse on Annie because he's a smart sneaky bastard like that and being like 'Hey you can't kill me, my soulmate will know it was you' which makes her stop trying to take off his gear. Reiner keeps telling her to do it, Bertholdt keeps yelling about that titan coming closer, but Annie... she has seen things, at some point. Flashes of moments that weren't hers, happening right in Trost- right in that moment. And she didn't give them too much thought until that moment, until it got confirmed that it has nothing to do with her titan powers.

'What do you mean by that?' she asks, because she needs to know more. Because she wants to know more. And Marco starts explaining how it works. Tells them that he has found his soulmate, that they will put all the blame on them for his death. Reiner doesn't believe him, keeps insisting that he's playing them around - he, and anyone born and raised on Marley, has never heard of something like that before, it doesn't exist - but Annie tells him to shut up and to let Marco go. Cue to the plot of any fic in which Marco doesn't straight up die after finding up their secret.

Anyway I don't know man, just,,, We need more soulmate aus for JeanMarco. That's an order.

#When I wrote this my mind was to Mina x Annie like straight up I was like 'Yeah Mina's Annie's soulmate and she saw her dying' but my brain #liked to remind me that you know Armin has a nerd death experience too. So it can go either way guys the idea is that Annie's soulmate l #either died in Trost or was close to dying #Some little things I daydreamed about while waiting to get home to finish this post (more like little details for the au than anything #else) : Only Eldians can have a soulmate aka only subjects of Ymir. Marley being the racist motherfucker they are aren't aware of the whole #soulmate thing. That's why Reiner Berthold and Annie has no clue something like that exists they didn't get taught about that. Meanwhile #everyone on Paradis knows about soulmates kind of hard not to when many SC die on a basic lol. Is something normalized for them #Also another little detail would be that a Titan Shifter can't see during their shift. Aka Eren didn't see through Mikasa's eyes during #Trost despite her being near death at some point(s) (I'm thinking about when Titan Eren punched that Titan coming for Mikasa but honestly?#She was in danger when Eren lost control too). So yeah that's all I have for now #I think it also make sense a little for some soulmate thing to occur on top of the titan powers given the whole 'love story' between Ymir #and King Friz (or whatever his name fuck that guy- in a nonsexual way). So yeah we should totally play around with the concept of soulmates #more #This post is a mess but I started it at like 11 pm and finished it at 6 pm let me be man. My sleep deprived mind came out with this one #I make no promises to actually write something with this - I'll have to re-watch the first two season and kind of update as I watch the #other seasons so yk. Low chances. But feel free to use this as you please haha. Go wild guys. It doesn't even need to be JeanMarco yk #Like Annie seeing Mina die with her own eyes??? And her thoughts process for the whole time once she finds out she was her soulmate #Or ykyk Historia Witnessing Ymir's death??? Nicolo losing his shit over seeing that little girl shoot his soulmate??? LEVI SEEING FLASHES #OF BIG ASS STONES THROWN AROUND #Man actually you can play around with Levi so much like we have Petra too and Hange and-#Regardless #aot jean #aot marco #aot #jeanmarco #Aot JeanMarco #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #marco bodt #marco bott

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osmosisdreams · 5 months

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/ thinking abt how it was floch who held eren back when eren wanted to revive armin

thinking abt how it was floch who pulled him away when levi was making his decision

thinking abt how floch was so at odds with eren

thinking abt how much i love them and their development and how loyal floch became to eren

but also mainly thinking abt how much i love floch

#{ osmosis mun }#/ whenever i see floch hate i've reached point where my love just grows stronger #he is a deeply powerful entity within me now bc he grows stronger and stronger #frankly i do have a floch muse but i have not decided if i want to put in the effort of another blog #even if it's a sideblog it's still effort my fatigued self is not sure i should put in lol #eren is my son and floch is my little meow meow #reminds me i need to write the details for my modern au in my verses /

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berristreasuredlibrary · 2 years

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Roommates

ErenxFem!Reader

A/N: I don't know much about Eren so I'm probably not even writing his character correctly, just a heads-up. And because I am lazy and cannot complete anything in one sitting this will be in parts.

TW: cursing, yelling, mentions of drinking, sex, and smoking, Eren's a hoe

Ten minutes.

That's all you get. The peaceful, quiet atmosphere comes to a stop after those ten minutes. You couldn't even get through brushing your teeth before you heard muffled yelling through the walls of your rental unit.

"You're such an asshole, Jeager!" A muffled chuckle, "Yeah, I know." A few curse words from the unlucky girl who fell for your jackass roommate during the night, quiet rebuttals from said jackass roommate. You spit out the toothpaste remnants and rinse your mouth as a door flings open and slams shut.

A fuming girl your age notices you and points a finger at you, "I don't know how you live with him! You must have so much damn patience!" With that she storms out and slams the door yet again, leaving you in silence once again.

You finish your bathroom routine and grab a shirt from the clean hamper before throwing it on and walking into your kitchen. Grabbing what you can find from your half-empty refrigerator you make your breakfast, if you can even call it that, and sit at the island. "That's fucking disgusting."

Looking up from your plate, you see your six foot roommate standing at the other end of the island. Dull green eyes looking back and forth between you and your plate, long hair tied back loosely with what you're positive is your hair tie. "It's food, your lazy ass hasn't gone grocery shopping yet." You reply as you scroll through your phone.

Your feed is filled with pictures and videos of the party last night, most of them being people drinking, smoking, or making out. Seeing a shadow looming over your form, you tilt your head back to look at the man standing behind you. "That's a good picture of me."

He points to your phone and when you look at it you see him on a couch, two girls on either side of him and one in his lap. His head is thrown back, smoke all around him, pupils blown out as the girl in his lap inhales whatever he exhales.

Making a face, you swipe out from the app and shut off your phone, "You're such a man whore, Eren." You get up and walk to the sink, throwing away what you didn't finish and washing your plate. He chuckles quietly, "I'm just having fun, something you need more of."

He strides over to you, caging you in his tall frame, "There's another party tonight. You should come with me." Scoffing you dry your hands, "What? So you can use me as eye candy then leave me in a corner to go find some other girls to fool around with? Thanks but no."

Pushing past him you clean up the counter until you feel his hands on your waist, tugging you until your back is pressed up against his strong chest. "Aww come on, no need to be such a snob. I've been your roommate for two years and not once have I seen you go a party or do anything fun."

Wiggling free from his grasp you look up at him, arms crossed over your chest which you see him glance at, "If I go to your stupid party, will you shut up?" His lips quirk up at the end to form a small smirk, "Sure, I'll make sure you have a great time." Rolling your eyes you turn away and grab your phone, "I'm not sleeping with you, Eren."

He only holds up his hands in surrender, "Fine, a great time without the sex." You shake your head in annoyance as you walk past him, "You gonna keep my shirt?" You sigh and stuff your phone in your pocket, "You gonna bitch about everything?" You tug the shirt off and toss it at him before walking to your room, failing to see Eren's smirk grow as he watches you.

To say he's excited for night to come would be an understatement.