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lovingjeankirstein · 2 years

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the “reach zen the fastest” part had me cackling LMAOOO BUT THIS IS SO CUTE

demon slayer

headcannons of you being apart of the main gang!

a/n: tried to make it a little vague so there’s no spoilers!!

tw/cw: a tiny bit of cussing

•Get ready to never be bored again!!

•Or ever catch a break again.

•Between Zenitsu’s constant fearful screams and Inosuke’s loudmouth, you’re not sure which caused your ears to bleed first.

•Being apart of this group means that you’re incredibly tight with each demon slayer involved.

•So you have everyone’s trust!

•You knew you had Inosuke’s trust when he started to gift you random forest items like acorns and pinecones! He also offers to “chisel” your sword to be just like his.

“With this, you’ll never lose to a demon again! Have you ever seen me lose to a demon, (Name)?” He huffed proudly, the puffs escaping through his blue-eyed boar mask.

“Well, no, bu—”

“Exactly! Now, let’s get started!”

•Just keep attempting to refuse, you’ll get through to him eventually—

•Inosuke doesn’t have his mask off often at all, but when he does have it off, tell him that he looks as beautiful as his mother did.

•You may not know what she really looked like, but when his eyes widen in shock and he feels that little giddy feeling, you’ll know. It’s on his face.

•He won’t say that he’s grateful, no. In fact, he’ll probably just grumble something about a “stomach butterfly spell” that you casted on him.

•he’s happy :)

•Often challenges you to spar!

•If you accept, he’s elated! Already has his swords out and ready to cut you up!! Respectfully, of course!

•Refuse? Well he’s just gonna keep asking anyways, so there’s no real way to get out of it lMAO—

•Tell him he’s super impressive! Inosuke’ll be super happy and, sure, you’ll have to listen to him boast about himself for the next few hours, but hey! You’ve boosted his ego and made him feel giddy!

•Share some of your food from him because honestly hE’S GOING TO STEAL IT ANYWAYS, JUST GIVE IN.

•It’ll feel better if you just give it up, trust me 💀

•Pretend to be his subordinate for just a little bit 😭 he’ll even proudly exclaim how strong his second-in-command is!

•Inosuke tends to stand ominously in front of dark doorways and slowly dislocate all of his joints, and it fucking horrifies you.

•You don’t know why he does this, nor if it’s even really him.

•All you know is that you’re scared shitless—

•(Eventually you ask Zenitsu to check it out for you to which he then gives you this incredulous look and yells out: “ARE YOU CRAZY?!” and gets Tanjiro to check it out for the both of you 😐)

•(This is how you guys figure out Inosuke sleep walks.)

•You knew you had Zenitsu’s trust when he started to cling onto you and beg you to accompany him before he had to go on a mission. . .

•Sure, he’ll probably do this anyways, but when it becomes more frequent it means that he thinks you’re strong enough to protect him!

•That being said, you’re also now Zenitsu’s proclaimed human shield!

•Yeah, good luck with that.

•If you’re a girl, he casually slips in marriage proposals in the oddest of situations.

•“A-Ah, (Name), I don’t know if I’ll make it. . . Maybe if you marry me, I’ll live—”

•“Look, (Name)! The cherry blossoms are in full bloom! This must be a premonition from the gods for our marriage.”

•“WHAT IF I DON’T COME BACK FROM THIS MISSION?!” “but you always do—” “PROMISE ME YOU’LL MARRY ME AND I’LL COME BACK ALIVE, C’MON (NAME)—”

•then 🪦, zenitsu.

•Please remember to encourage Zenitsu! He has a terrible tendency to run away from things he doesn’t want to do or thinks are too dangerous for him to handle.

•Just tell him he’s doing great and to keep it up! He’ll just get super flattered and say: “Oh, wow! Thanks, (Name), I know you guys can’t do anything without me anyways~”

•Whatever toots his horn, y’know?

•Just train or fight side-by-side with him. Knowing that someone has his back and will push with him is both grounding and encouraging to the lightning-struck boy.

•Zenitsu gets really emotional when he thinks about his Gramps, so when he starts to talk about how he misses to ex-Hashira, try and comfort him </3

•If you’re a scaredy cat like Zenitsu, then you both make extremely elaborate escape plans to dip out when you guys are scared 😐

•You knew you had Tanjiro’s trust when he gave you Nezuko’s box to hold!

•We know Nezuko is incredibly important to Tanjiro, so for him to leave her in your protection means that he trusts you immensely.

•Tanjiro praises you! A lot!! And if you like head pats, then he gives you a lot too!!

•Tanjiro has a tendency to push himself past his limits and get an incredible ton of injuries after every fight with a demon, especially with upper Kizuki.

•You can alleviate the stress and injuries by fighting alongside Tanjiro! If you back him up when he starts to get tired and needs time to recover, he appreciates it more than you’ll ever know.

•If you tell Tanjiro that he’s amazing, then he’s flushed for a second before shooting a compliment back at you.

• “Aw, thanks, (Name)! I wouldn’t have been able to do it without your incredible talents though, eheh. . .”

•Shoot one right back at him and you guys will be stuck in a continuous exchange of your admiration for each other.

•This happens often.

•Please keep an eye out for this kid, he spends so much time looking out for everyone else and never gives himself that kind of proper attention :( He’s so selfless, you have to take care of him yourself—

•Does dumb things with you when you feel sad. Like having eating contests, seeing who can cut the biggest rock, seeing who can split the ocean on some moses shit 🥶, generally stuff that’ll help take your mind off of whatever’s making you sad.

•You knew you had Nezuko’s trust when she started to just follow you around in her small form <3 Just trotted behind you while you did whatever.

•She also comes to your aid in battle if she knows Tanjiro’s alright by himself.

•She likes to play simple games with you due to being reduced to a childlike state because of the whole demon thing.

•Handclap games, cards, or kickball! She might get a little too excited and kick the ball hard enough to take your head off.

•nezuko please :,)

•Obviously she’s really sorry when she does this and just opts to relax with you instead.

•Nap with her! She only needs to sleep when she needs to recover energy from regenerating, so other than that she just sleeps cause she likes too. That or to pass the time.

•If you agree to nap with her for a little bit, she becomes ecstatic and cuddles you enough to the point where you can’t move! So even if you wanted to change your mind, you can’t leave—

•Nezuko can’t really talk with a muzzle (duh) so she usually just whines and growls to communicate with you.

•You’re totally sure she purred once.

•Convince them all to have a nightly meditation session!

•Nezuko can’t stay still for too long and will probably wonder off, but if she sits in your lap to keep her still, she’ll stay there.

•Inosuke only stays and meditates with you guys because you have to make it sound like a challenge.

• “Hey, Inosuke, we’re about to mediate and see who can reach zen the fastest!”

• “is. . . (name) how could you be fOOLISH ENOUGH TO CHALLENGE A BEAST LIKE ME? I’LL REACH ZEN BEFORE ALL OF YOU—”

•Zenitsu tends to mumble during it because he thinks of it as a cleanse and let’s out all his inner thoughts. (This includes random ear-piercing screams that startles everyone.)

•Tanjiro sits in front of you and meditates when you’re by yourselves. He says it helps you guys connect better, and it kind of does.

•After all, you don’t need to talk to bond.

•(He always apologizes if he sneezes or something and breaks concentration.)

•Tanjiro, when he comes back from certain missions, brings back gifts! If he the place he went to had things that reminded him of the gang, he bought it and brought it back.

•This causes a ripple effect in your group and everyone starts to do it occasionally.

•some less than others lMAO

•Inosuke’s always excited to get gifts and he’s super loud about it.

• “What is it, (Gamabunko, [Your Name mispronounced], Sleeping Dork)? Huh? Huh?! IS IT A SNAKE?? A DEMON?! YOU BROUGHT ME A DEMON?! I’LLFIGHTITRIGHTNOWWATCHME—”

•Zenitsu’s reaction is more subtle, but he’s always a little surprised when he gets a gift. He doesn’t know, but it always feels really nice and appreciates whatever he gets. (He’s a little shy about it.)

•Tanjiro is always pleasantly surprised when you get him something, though he’ll insist that you didn’t need to get him anything. He appreciates whatever you got him regardless.

•Nezuko nuzzles into you for the next thirty minutes as a thank you :) She does little growls to express her thanks.

•Tanjiro tends to get you trinkets that relate to your personality. He gives you things like candles, a gun, jewelry, books, and more! It’s actually a variety of things. If Tanjiro thinks you’ll like it, he buys it!

•Can you sing? Good! Can’t? Good luck.

•Nezuko will “ask” you to sing for her. Asking being her just tugging on your (color, patterned insert) kimono and giving you puppy dog eyes.

•When you start singing her lullabies (because you’re going to give in eventually 😭), she plops down next to you, closes her eyes, and leans on you.

•Chances are Inosuke will sit down and listen with the she-demon.

•It reminds him of how his mother used to sing to him, so he finds it soothing regardless if your voice is scratchy or cracks.

•Inosuke falls asleep on you most of the time, so now you’re flanked on both sides—

•Zenitsu may walk in and once he sees Nezuko out of her box, then he’s by her side in milliseconds. You’re debating on if he used a lightning breathing technique to get there so fast.

•The blond boy also falls asleep because of the lullaby and from holding Nezuko comfortably in his arms.

•Tanjiro usually shows up last and is the most tired, so when he sees you guys all laying down on each other, he doesn’t pass up the opportunity.

•Tell him to rest his head on your lap instead since the other kids are trapping your sides (your arms lost feeling a little bit ago).

•Tanjiro’ll request you to sing a song that was from his childhood and before he slips into dreamland, he compliments your sing sleepily. Then, he’s out.

•He used to do this with his siblings, so it feels nice to do it again.

•Congrats! Now you can’t move :) but now you have a bunch of sleepy demon slayers + demon sleeping on top of you.

•When you guys are all asleep in that cuddle pile, Shinobu checks in on you all.

•To say she thinks it’s cute is an understatement.

•In conclusion, no day is ever boring with these guys!

•They all care for you and go out of their way to fight and/or protect you in battle.

•Even after everything (vague for those of you that haven’t finished the manga :)) your bond with them stays as strong as it’s ever been (maybe even stronger) and you guys are even boisterous friends as old quacks.

•You care for them too <3

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a/n: wooo! brain rot again!! 😭 sorry for any mistakes, y’all

thanks for reading!

#demon salyer #kimetsu no yaiba #zenitsu agatsuma #tanjiro kamado #inosuke hashibira #🫀cassie’s recs

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lovingjeankirstein · 2 years

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red light district is their yassified arc

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lovingjeankirstein · 2 years

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ik i’ve been VERY in and out if tumblr this year but just wanted to say happy new year to all of you beautiful beasts before the day ends. thank you for supporting me AND making tumblr an enjoyable place :)

#happy new year #cassie’s blurbing #love cass <3

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lovingjeankirstein · 2 years

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GRRR THIS IS SO CUTE PERFECT AWESOME MAGNIFICENT MWAH MWAH I LOVE IT

Series : 100 WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU

Inspired by: 100 ways to say I love you

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: Keisuke Baji x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, kissing, prom night

Tw: mild swearing

Word count: 1.4K

Muffled voices fill the background as you try to find your way through the mass of body in front of you: all swaying to the rhythm of music vibrating the room. The music which felt soothing to your ears had transformed into a painful banging. “Exucse me” You mumbled, elbowing another couple pressed against each other. Speaking of couples, where the hell did Baji go? You didn’t bother turning around to look. The room was too dark to see anyway.

Highschool prom was supposed to be enjoyable, and yes it was until some bloke decided it was funny to throw stuff around. Thinking back now, he was probably drunk and high, of what? God knows that. You could see the exit just a few feet away. After elbowing another pair dancing near the door, you opened it, stepping out.

Oh.

Heaven.

The soft breeze kissed your skin flooding you with well-needed relief. Closing the door behind you, you stepped into the almost empty hallway outside the gym. Your heel clicked a little too loudly when you took the staircase. You wanted to put a fair distance between the gym and yourself. Prom was good, but too much prom was seriously bad for your health. Wind brushed against your bare shoulders, sending a shiver down your spine. Clutching onto your purse, you stopped. You had come too far from the gym, from all the people clasped against each other. Screaming and dancing. There was not a soul in sight. “Crap” You muttered, debating whether you should go back or just stay there.

“Y/n” A voice said. The familiar tone echoing in the empty hallway. You turned to see Baji, handsome and elegant in his dark blue tuxedo. “I was looking everywhere for you” His accusing tone interrupted your thoughts.

You scowled, “It was getting too stuffy in there. I needed some fresh air. You just poofed to thin air”

You watched his eyes glancing at your hair before sliding back to your face again. “Let me guess”

“Your pins have come off” He provided helpfully.

You had pulled up your hair into a pun and secured it with a set of bobby pins. It matched the princess skirt deep blue gown you were wearing. But now even you could feel it loosening. You sighed, frustrated. Just great! Baji looked around and gestured at the bench. “Come here, let me fix it”

If it was someone else, you would’ve flat out rejected them. But this was Baji, your boyfriend. He knew about hair more than girls, and you always meant it as a compliment. You sat beside him, your back to him. His hands started doing their magic. Slowly pulling out the pins. A comfortable silence settled between you two. The only sound breaking it was the faint humming of him. Soon, you felt your long locks dropping to your shoulders. A voice whispering in your ear, “You look pretty damn stunning like this”

Pink tinted your cheeks. Refusing to turn, you huffed, “But Chifuyu said-” You stopped, biting your tongue. Crap, you almost spilled the secret there. The princess skirt gown was not the only reason you chose that hairstyle.

A hand snaked around your waist and soon, you were staring at him. Amusement glinting in his eyes. “Chifuyu said what?”

“Nothing”

“Oho?”

Upon your silence he leaned back on the bench, “There ain’t a particular hairstyle I like” He said, staring at you. Locks of hair framing your face. It had been a while since you cut off your bangs. “I like it when you keep it down.”

You followed his example and placed your head on the cool bench. Your shoulders recoiled at the coldness. The night sky was littered with stars, glittering in white sharing that twinkling light against the darkness of the night. “I didn’t ask” Your answer was stubborn.

Baji reached for your face and tucked one of the loose strands behind your ear with a wicked grin, “I wanted to say it anyway”

Clicking your tongue, you leaned against his face pressing your lips together into a brief kiss. “Yeah? I’d say you’re pretty damn elegant in that tux”

His grin widened. His fingers still caressed a lock of hair among his fingers. “You still want me to fix it?”

You shrugged, “I think I’d just keep it. Because that’s what I want”

“Sure” He said, dragging the last syllable for an unnecessary second to prove his sarcasm. Punching his arm, you stood stretching. Still indecisive whether you want to go back into that chaos. It was so peaceful out here. “Are you going to go back?” Baji beat you to the question, standing up. “Or” He said, pulling you into his arms. His hand wrapped around your waist and his other on your face, cupping your cheek. “We could ditch this party and go back home”

He was never a fan of crowds and you much less. Home sounded like salvation but you both still had a promise you two made for each other. “But we promised to force ourselves to socialize for the day. C'mon Baji, it’s the last high school prom”

Baji groaned, “The first day I actually engaged with most of these students, and I’m already mudererous”

With a chuckle you punched his chest. “It’s not that bad”

“Yes” He agreed, “It’s worse”

“Oh my god” You grinned, as he twirled you around with a smirk, trapping you within his arms. His chin tucked into your shoulder.

“I like it here better.”

A soft blush covered your cheeks. These surprising moments of intimacy were almost a constant with Baji. He liked to show his love with gestures. He always jokes about how he’s better at showing it than saying it. With him, it was always soft kisses, unexpected hugs. It was such a beautiful way to show love. Another cold breeze sent a chill down your spine. This dress was not at all cold friendly. “Is it cold?” Baji asked, pushing away.

“No way” You muttered wishing it was too dark to see your face. He stepped around you and leaned against your face.

“Oh hell yes you are” He grinned, “I can fix it” His flirty voice offered. Catching you by the waist, this time he pressed your lips together. In the dark hallway with no soul around, the only sound was the light smack of your lips, tasting the familiar corners of each other. Pushing away, he grinned stupidly. “Is it warm enough, princess?”

You spluttered, stumbling back, surprised. Kisses was something which took you time to recover from. “Shut up”

He laughed, unbottoning his coat. “I was kidding” He said, dropping the material over your shoulders. The warmth instantly spread as you pulled it around you tighter. Feeling the familiar smell of him wrapping itself around you like a mist. “All better?”

You smiled, “Thanks, prince Baji” You said, adding a touch of dramatic flair to your voice. He nudged you with his shoulder, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Let’s go back”

You sighed. “If someone tries to throw stuff again, I’m going to hurl a table at their face, I swear”

He chuckled. Then with all seriousness added. “I’ll take the table, you better take the chair. We don’t want collateral damage. I’m too broke to pay”

“Breaking something is the point, Baji”

“C’mon Y/n, you always break me, but I think you’re rich enough to fix me”

You pulled a face. So they’re playing bad pickup line challenge, huh? You smirked, “If you break something tell me. I’ll fix it” You winked for good measure.

He snorted, opening the door to the sweet chasm inside the room. The music has changed. Slow music filled the room, couples swaying to the heavenly rhythm. Baji smiled, “Oh damn, I’m glad we came back”

You smiled back, taking his hand and walking to the dancefloor. Your ears were filled with music. The outside world was shut down when his hands were on you, guiding you around the dancefloor.

This is beautiful, you thought. There was nothing wrong in this little world you shared with him. There would be challenges, barricades and obstacles but no matter how many times you break, he will be there standing. With his smile, his hand outstretched to wrap you in that strong reassuring embrace, saying:

“Come here, let me fix it"

I'm not proud about this one 💔😭

I might redo this later or make another Baji oneshot with the same prompt but different context ig- Anyways thanks for reading!

#baji keisuke #baji x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #🫀cassie’s recs

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lovingjeankirstein · 2 years

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wait this is so cute i love

OK ANON, IM REALLY DUMB AND ACIDENTALLY POSTED THE UNFINISHED POST AND NOW I JUST HAVE THE PRINT OF YOUR REQUEST, IM SORRY

*ahem*

jdisbdiwjd thank uuuuu♡ I get really exited when someone starts to like my writing!

Oh I love it! Actually I'm in love with cats my whole life, so write this will be really cool, so thanks for the request!~

I decided to give the s/o cat ears, tails, sharp nails and some cat behaviors, hope you like it!

Giorno

Really curios about all that cat stuff.

Wanna pet you, but is afraid that you bite him like a normal cat.

Find it really cute when you start to chase smells, he even helps u!

He is really, REALLY, curious about you interacting with catnip.

Decorate your tail and ears with flowers that mach your furr color~

Bucciarati

Uh...Do you eat cat food or humam food?...What can he cook for you?

Hypnotized by your tail moves.

Actually really like cats!

If you stare him long enough, just like a cat, he will pet you.

Loves to find you sleeping in random places in the house, it's so cute! He always cover you with a blanket.

Abbacchio

Just can't resist your ears, he MUST touch them.

Like your sharp teeth, it's really cute for him.

He will never let it out, but your "purrrs" are his weaknesses.

That "I don't care" energy, but you always catch him looking at you.

Don't know how to pet you, please, teach him🥺

Mista

Calls you "gatinna" just to provoke, but you like it.👉👈

Sleeping in a random place? He will join you.

Suddenly pet your tail, you bit him almost every time :D

Love to watch you playing with some random thread.

Has a cutness overload when your pupils delate.

Narancia

Buy cat toys for you!

Want you to interact with kittens and be their "mother" since they're stray.

Brought home every cat he found.

Squeezes every time, you try very hard to not scratch him, he is just showing his love!

Uses Aerosmith to play "cat the airplane" with you. Yea, he gave the name.

Fugo

OMFG HE LOVES CATS

Knows exactly how to pet you and play with you.

Don't leave your side.

Yea, he bought a collar with your name in it...I SWEAR HE MEANS WELL!🥺

Brush your ears and tail.

Bonus!

Trish

Your sharp nails are even more pretty when she do them for you!

Bought a pink bow for your tail.

Does holes in your hats for your ears, they're pretty, don't you dare to hide them!

Likes to play with you using the cat toys, you're so cuuute!

Pets you like you're a fancy cat😌

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba headcanons #jojo x reader #jjba part 5 #jjba vento auero #jjba golden wind #bucci gang x reader

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lovingjeankirstein · 2 years

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bye crying i love this man

[12:00 am]

"AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N," Kuroo's voice screamed from the other end of the video call. Honestly, he seemed more excited than you and it was your birthday. He had a birthday cap on and a little cupcake with a candle kept in front of him. He even popped the party poppers he bought and called you 30 minutes before 12 am.

"You do realise you have to clean all that on your own right?" You giggled a little shaking your head. "But thank you. I turn old so it's not so happy."

Your room was a complete contrast to his. Your lights were off and only the desk lamp was switched on. There were no party poppers. The only similarity was a cupcake with a candle kept in front of you.

"Tsk doesn't matter. You'll be beatiful even with wrinkles and fine lines," he smiled the brightest smile ever and you were glad you could see that smile almost everyday even if it was through a screen.

"I wish you were here. With me. Birthday would've been better," you put on a melancholic smile.

"Same. We would've cut the cake together and roamed the city. I miss you," his smile dropped down a bit.

After talking for a while you were getting sleepy.

"Ok we'll talk again in the morning. Go get some rest sleepyhead," he smirked a bit.

"Mhm. Night. Love you,"

"Love you too," with that he cut the call.

In the morning, the sound of the doorbell echoed in your small flat. Once, twice, followed by a range of knocks.

"it's 8 in the morning, shut up," you mumbled sleepily, covering your ears with the pillow.

Knock knock knock. Another range of loud knocks.

"FINE I'M COMING," you were about to give a piece of your mind to whoever was on the other side of the door. Who gave them the right to disrupt someone's peaceful sleep by ringing the doorbell and knocking. But all of that went to waste when you actually opened the door.

"Hello," there he stood, a big package in his hand and a bag on his shoulders. Kuroo Tetsurou was standing right there in front of you. "Surprise."

"BITCH," you smacked him on the head. "You didn't even tell me you were visiting."

You jumped on him, hugging him and he stumbled backwards a bit.

"Woah careful. Cake might get destroyed and if I remember correctly, I did say that we'd talk in the morning," he hugged you back tightly.

You kissed him then, holding his cheeks and his hands held your waist. You peppered his whole face with kisses. It's been quite a while since you saw him.

"Come on we have a cake to cut together and we also have to roam the city," he kissed your forehead.

And true to his words, he roamed the city with you, visited all the beautiful places and took pictures and at night, cut the cake with you too. It was a happy birthday.

Not my best work but yea (I kinda wrote this for myself) Reblogs are appreciated<3

#haikyuu #fluff #haikyuu fluff #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsuro

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lovingjeankirstein · 2 years

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reading haikyu x reader stuff on tumblr brings me so much happiness and pain at the same time like its all so beautifully written and so comforting and so enjoyable but then its also a reminder of how brutally single i am and how i urgently need relationships like these whether its platonic or romantic

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lovingjeankirstein · 2 years

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all too well: kuroo tetsuro

☞ a/n: NOT ANGST!! i HEAVILY HC that kuroo loves and listens to taylor swift secretly. this is him when all too well (10 min version) comes out and y’all are in a relationship. italicized quotes are lyrics/kuroo singing. lyrics and song are obviously not mine! credits and ownership goes to ms. taylor swift <3

☞ cw: one paragraph of SMALL angst, language, all too well by taylor swift is heartbreaking, y/n watching kuroo sing his heart out

5:48 pm

“tadaima!” you yell through your shared house with your boyfriend. your home was tiny but cozy. it was almost 6 so the room was almost dark when you arrived. kuroo was off from work today and you expected a response back but you didn’t hear anything. instead, you hear music through the walls of your house. you guessed that he just didn’t hear you. you take off your shoes and make your room until you hear:

“…you almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over at me. wind in my hair, i was there, i remember it all too well…”

“taylor swift?” you thought to yourself. you and kuroo have been dating since high school, but through that whole period, kuroo has never mentioned an interest to taylor swift.

“and you were tossing me the car ke- FUCK THE PATRIARCHY”

a voice that was very much your boyfriend’s interrupted your thoughts. you silently and slightly opened the door peeking through the crack, hoping to not be seen. you saw your handsome boyfriend on the bed with the laptop open, in a blanket. slightly crying?? yes. your 6ft tall bf, high school volleyball captain, employee at Japan Volleyball Association is curled in a blanket crying to taylor swift.

“CAUSE THERE WE ARE AGAIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT”

you grab your phone from your pocket and start recording this phenomenon, crouched on the floor, through the crack of the door. this is gonna be interesting you whispered and chuckled to yourself as you hit record.

“WE’RE DANCING ROUND THE KITCHEN IN THE REFRIGERATOR LIGHT. DOWN THE STAIRS I WAS THERE I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELLL”

you giggled softly watch your boyfriend scream the lyrics in “pain.” this is the man you fell in love with back then. the same dorky, cocky, sweet, charming guy. your kuroo tetsuro. it’s moments like these that remind you how you fell for him. it’s moments like these that you think about when one of you are far away on a business trip.

“GOD DAMMIT TAYLOR- AND YOU CALL ME UP AGAIN JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE. SO CASUALLY CRUEL IN THE NAME OF BEING HONEST. I’M A CRUMPLED PIECE OF PAPER LYING HERE CAUSE I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO FUCKING WELL”

you’re full on muffling your mouth in your sleeve so he won’t hear your laughter over the music, even though it was blasting on the blue jbl speaker. kuroo then starts sobbing and cursing at taylor for “being a musical genius and stomping on his heart” you did feel a little bit bad for eavesdropping on him while he’s singing and sobbing his heart out, but you know it’ll be over soon, and he’ll take you in his arms again.

you started thinking what it’d really be like if kuroo broke up with you. there’ll be no one walking to your desk with dinner making sure you eat your meals and not overworking yourself. there’d be no one to cuddle while you talk about each other’s days until you fall asleep. no more dancing in the kitchen while eating snacks because you couldn’t sleep at 3 am. life would be terribly different and even you started to tear up. you stopped thinking about it before you become the mess kuroo is listening to taylor swift.

“and i was never good at telling jokes but the punchline goes ‘i’ll get older but your lovers stay my age.’- AGHHH FUCK IT HURTSSSSS”

as the outro plays and the atmosphere calms, so does kuroo. he then grabs his phone and you end your recording. immediately after, your screen lights up with the name “my love <3” and a picture of you and kuroo making wacky faces. you stand up and open the door as you answer the call.

“you okay lover boy?” you ask looking at him softly walking closer to where he was on the bed. he stares back at you with wide eyes wondering how long you’ve been there, how much you’ve seen, and wondering when you even got home.

“when uh when did you get home 😅?”

“mmm when was it? around the wind in your hair part”

“YOU SAW THAT WHOLE THING?!”

you giggle slightly at his antics. you make your way to the bed next to him and looked at him. his hair was slightly messed up from the blanket around him and his eyes were bloodshot red. with how wet his face was from his tears, you guessed he’s been listening to this song for quite a while. “yes, i did. i never knew you had a thing for taylor swift”

“i guess my secret is out the bag. i’ve kept this ‘interest’ as you call it hidden from even the volley ball team. ONLY KENMA KNOWS TOO. sigh…random question but y/n do-”

“yes tetsuro i still love you. don’t worry your handsome face about it. just because you listened to taylor swift’s breakup song doesn’t mean i no longer love you,” you tell him as you pepper kisses on his face while wiping his tears. “taylor swift makes you really vulnerable wow usually it’s me in your position.”

“IT’S NOT MY FAULT HE WAS A BITCH YOU NEED TO WATCH IT TO UNDERSTAND,” he exclaims offended. he looks back at you and he smiles softly at you. he loves you so much. he doesn’t even want to think about losing you. you’re his love, his honey, his “dopamine,” literally his high school sweetheart. he loves you more than life itself. “but later. you need to convince ‘my handsome face’ that you won’t break up with me bc taylor and jake broke up.”

“honey you’re smart but that logic doesn’t add up. i will spend every second with you to prove how much i love you my love. never forget that.”

he chuckled at that, “same with you sweetheart. you’re my everything,” he replies back pressing a kiss to your temple sniffling. one day, when you guys are old and grey, happily married, you’ll look back and reminisce. remembering moments like these (positively) all too well.

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all too well: kuroo tetsuro

☞ cw: one paragraph of SMALL angst, language, all too well by taylor swift is heartbreaking, timeskip!kuroo (so like slight timeskip spoiler,) y/n watching kuroo sing his heart out

5:48 pm

“…you almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over at me. wind in my hair, i was there, i remember it all too well…”

“taylor swift?” you thought to yourself. you and kuroo have been dating since high school, but through that whole period, kuroo has never mentioned an interest to taylor swift.

“and you were tossing me the car ke- FUCK THE PATRIARCHY”

“CAUSE THERE WE ARE AGAIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT”

“WE’RE DANCING ROUND THE KITCHEN IN THE REFRIGERATOR LIGHT. DOWN THE STAIRS I WAS THERE I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELLL”

“and i was never good at telling jokes but the punchline goes ‘i’ll get older but your lovers stay my age.’- AGHHH FUCK IT HURTSSSSS”

“when uh when did you get home 😅?”

“mmm when was it? around the wind in your hair part”

“YOU SAW THAT WHOLE THING?!”

“i guess my secret is out the bag. i’ve kept this ‘hidden from even the volleyball team. ONLY KENMA KNOWS TOO. *sigh*…do-”

“honey you’re smart but that logic doesn’t add up. i will spend every second with you to prove how much i love you my love. never forget that.”

he chuckled at that, “same with you y/n. you’re my everything,” he replies back pressing a kiss to your temple sniffling. one day, when you guys are old and grey, happily married, you’ll look back and reminisce. remembering moments like these (positively) all too well.

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lovingjeankirstein · 2 years

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

Kissed by Moonlight: Jean Kirschtein x Reader

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

Jean Kirschtein x female Reader

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

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

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

Are you awake?

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

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

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

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

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

I’m awake.

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

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

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

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

“I am!”

“Don’t sound like it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No promises.”

“Do--”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, you should be.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plus, not just anyone drove his car.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re wearing my sweatshirt.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was the I love you kiss.

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

“We can.”

“But finals…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gonna keep calling me that?”

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

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

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

Kofi

#jean kirschtein #aot #jean kirschtein x reader #attack on titan #aot x reader #🫀cassie’s recs

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lovingjeankirstein · 2 years

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

first date + kiss w/ the aot boys

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How come?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#armin arlert x reader #eren jeager x reader #connie springer x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #levi ackerman x reader #reiner braun x reader

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lovingjeankirstein · 2 years

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this was hilarious ctfu

Accidentally Confessing

SMAU

AOT x reader

warning(s): none!

a/n: haven’t posted in a bit and haven’t gotten any requests but I had a silly little (although not unique) idea for a smau and figured I’d post it :3 love you guys!

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taglist: @d1lfluvr @plutowrites (if you’d like to be added lemme know!)

#aot smau #snk smau #🫀cassie’s recs

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lovingjeankirstein · 2 years

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Accidentally Gushing Over Them

SMAU

AOT x gn!reader

warning(s): none besides lots of swearinggg

a/n: teehee silly little idea I had!! Love you guys :3

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taglist: @d1lfluvr @plutowrites @carmillous @pretty-pop-princess-hs @mossygreys (if you’d like to be added jus lemme know!)

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot smau #🫀cassie’s recs

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lovingjeankirstein · 2 years

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🥺🥺🥺

aot men as feelings/memories.

Part One

Eren is the feeling of sitting on the roof of your old high school. Trying to hide when you see police lights in the distance, knowing they were intended for the two of you. Climbing down the ladder after Eren, his hands wrap around your body to carry you down the last few rungs of the ladder because they were getting closer. Holding hands as you run through the shortcut you each knew well that went through the woods behind the school. Stopping momentarily to kiss deeply, pulling away, panting and laughing.

Eren is sneaking out of your window, knowing damn well your parents would kill you if they knew you had left in the middle of the night but not caring because any punishment was worth just one minute with Eren.

Eren is a bar fight that results in him getting arrested, beating the hell out of some creep that kept touching you. He kisses you as he is put into the back of the police car, a smile across his face and a wink before they slam the car door.

Eren is crying in your arms about how much he loves you. How he’s never felt this way. How he can’t ever lose you. How you were made to love one another.

Eren is asking you to marry him with a candy ring. It seems like a joke. But he means it. God, does he mean it. “I’m a fuck up. I don’t do the right thing. I don’t know what I’m doing. But I know whatever it is, I want to do it with you. I want this forever. Marry me. I mean it. Marry me.”

Eren is dumb decisions. Danger. Tears and fights. Sleepless nights full of skin on skin. Jealousy. Deep, passionate love. Love preserved only for soulmates.

Eren is marriage at a young age.

Eren is a marriage that lasts forever.

Armin is the feeling of stopping off on the side of the road because you saw a field of horses on a long road trip and begged him to stop so you could pet the one horse that was close to the fence by the road.

Armin is a soft whisper of an apology after a fight.

Armin is constant reassurance of, “you’re so beautiful.” “you’re all i want. forever.”

Armin is gushing about you when you’re not around. Talking about everything he loves about you. Comments like “oh yeah, that’s y/n’s favorite-”

Armin is soft prayers at night of “I don’t know if there’s anyone up there. Or if anyone’s listening, but let me have her forever. Please. Don’t ever take her away from me. I’ll do anything.”

Armin is taking pictures of you in a field of pretty flowers in your favorite dress.

Armin is the unbelievable, overwhelming feeling of “I’m going to spend the rest of my life with her.” as he watches you twirl around in the bright sunflowers, your beauty outshining it all.

Armin is gentle love. Constant Public Displays of Affection. Quick, sweet pecks against your forehead. Kisses littered across your face accompanied by a plethora of “I love you’s!”

Levi is the feeling of late night drinks on a rooftop bar in the city. The city skyline is twinkling just as the stars above, one arm wrapped around your waist and holding the railing as you look out past the buildings, head rested on the shoulder of the man you loved the most.

Levi is not having to pump gas yourself since you first started this relationship. Whether you were driving or not, it didn’t matter. He was far too insistent and you gave up arguing with the gesture.

Levi is low hums as he folds the laundry, bringing the freshly washed and still warm blanket to you in the other room where you were doing work, wrapping it around your shoulders before placing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Levi is deep, passionate kisses while doing the most random of tasks, leaving you breathless before he walks away as if it was just an innocent act.

Levi is picking you up from your spot on the couch and carrying you to bed after falling asleep halfway through a movie you promised you wouldn’t fall asleep during because, “Baby, I’m not even that tired. I promise.”

Levi is a hand on your thigh every time you’re in the car. Even if you’re in the middle of an argument. Even when you tell him to fuck off.

Levi is an arm instinctively thrown out across your chest to push you back against the seat when “some fucking moron” pulls out in front of him, causing him to slam on the brakes.

Levi is feeling secure every second of being with him.

Levi is knowing you have someone who would not hesitate to kill and die for you.

Levi is tears slowly forming and spilling over to streak his face as he looks up to see you walking towards him at the end of the aisle as he stands at the altar. Walking towards the rest of your life.

Jean is the feeling of hugs from behind and a cheesy greeting of hands over your eyes and a “Guess who!”

Jean is texts of “Have you eaten?” “Do you need anything?” “i’m proud of you.”

Jean is unexpected small gifts because “I saw this at the store and it reminded me of you.”

Jean is flowers on a random Tuesday because “it’s been two weeks since I got you flowers, I’m slacking.”

Jean is dancing in the rain.

Jean is being parked on a cliff above the city just like in the movies, sitting on the hood of the car as you listen to whatever new indie artist he liked.

Jean is the first time “i love you” is uttered as you share two ear buds, holding hands as you lay upon the same car hood, staring up at the sky. His eyes filling with tears as he turned his face to the side, watching you as you close your eyes, gradually letting the music invade all of your thoughts before he spoke up, ripping you from your trance. “I’m so in love with you.”

Jean is going out with friends and never once making you feel bad when you ask to go home a bit earlier than expected, an immediate “Okay, baby. Let’s head out.”

Jean is wanting to grow together, experiencing every milestone together.

Jean is applying to the same schools as you after graduating. Opening your letters at the same time, both of you accepted, jumping up and down with the biggest of smiles, kissing as he congratulates you, “We’re going to take on the world together, baby. This is the start of forever.”

Jean is crossing the stage with you as you now graduate college together. Ready to walk through life hand in hand. Just like he promised four years ago; forever.

Connie is the feeling of a late night swim in the ocean. Waves freezing and beating against your torsos. Splashing water and squealing each time you felt the cold drops come your way.

Connie is body shaking laughter, tears streaming down your face, hardly a sound coming from your throat. Adding onto each other’s scenarios to make it funnier and funnier.

Connie is 3am drives to grab food at a drive thru before coming home and watching food competition shows where he swears he “could cook better than those amateurs. How do you forget the fondant?!! Idiots!”

Connie is inviting everyone you know over the second you buy your new home together, a huge family dinner, looking around at all of the people you now consider family. Thinking, if you could freeze any moment and live it over again for the rest of your life, it would be this. It would be Sasha and Mikasa helping you set the table. Eren and Jean teasing Connie about “You let her talk you into a rock that big? Damn, Connie, you’re down bad.” as Sasha and Mikasa told them to shut up, that your new engagement ring was worth more than their entire existence.

Connie is never a dull moment. Connie is spontaneity. Connie is new adventures the second you say “I wanna go here”.

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