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THE WAY YOU GOT ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET WHEN I REALIZED YOU DROPPED ANOTHER CHAPTER FOR GRAPE FIELD😭😭 ugh literally obsessed

You got me kicking my feet just now too😳

Still can’t process that someone likes that silly little thing and actually reads it, lol. Thank you for the support, tho, it really means a lot in motivating me to keep this going 🥲

And I hope it wasn’t a disappointment, because I had my doubts about this one

<3

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I legit love you😭 grape field is so good and the vibes are immaculate and you’re so fucking wholesome and adorable i’m gonna cry💕💕💕💕

no way😭 i- why are you saying all these nice things to me, i can’t😭

thank you so much, really. I’m so happy you’re liking it, it means a lot that someone cares enough even to let me know. You’re the sweetest, thank you again💗💗

#don’t think i deserve it lol

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"if i was orpheus i would simply not turn around" yes you would. if you were orpheus and you loved eurydice, you would. to love someone is to turn around. to love someone is to look at them. whichever version of the myth — he hears her stumble, he can't hear her at all, he thinks he's been tricked — he turns around because he loves her. that's why it's a tragedy. because he loves her enough to save her. because he loves her so much he can't save her. because he will always, always turn around. "if i was orpheus i would simply —" you wouldn't be orpheus. you wouldn't be brave enough to walk into the underworld and save the person you love. be serious

#damn

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#damn #poor megumi #toji #jjk

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~ teasing jean ~

Summary: you're helping Jean escape unwanted attention and getting a little bit carried away

multi-chaptered rating: explicit main pairings: eren/reader; jean/reader AU: college; band

My idea of his method to get rid of that girl’s attention was confirmed when he drew me away from Sasha and the others, ensuring we were alone in the faceless crowd.

My hand remained in his, and it didn’t seem like he was planning on letting it go anytime soon. By this hand, he pulled me in. By this hand, he pushed me back, my steps mirroring each of his own. Closer, further, closer, further again. He stared right at me the whole time, his lips stretched in a warm smile, making mine curl up too.

I should have foreseen his intentions with the way his smile turned sly, but when he pulled me in this time, I wasn’t ready for such force and lost my balance. Falling against his broad chest, I clutched his bicep in an attempt to steady myself, only to realize I was already held firm. One of his hands still clasped mine, while the other settled in the small of my back as he leaned to whisper, “Careful here. Did I sweep you off your feet?”

I felt him smirk against my ear, his hot breathing burning my skin and sending the heat to my cheeks. With a playful frown, I raised my eyes to look at him, but he swiftly put his mouth to my ear again. “There she is. Act natural; I’m counting on you.”

Laughing at his serious tone, I shifted my eyes to the girl, who was approaching us through the sea of people. Perhaps she only meant to approach Jean, for when her eyes met mine, they became wide as saucers. I sent her an awkward smile as she flicked her gaze between Jean and me. At last, her face relaxed, and she shot me an understanding look before disappearing in the crowd again.

“I feel bad about it,” I said. “She’s probably upset.”

“Don’t be. She’ll find someone else. Just relax and have fun.” He winked, and a mischievous grin spread across his lips once more as the next song began playing.

My heart did a back flip with the first seconds of Rihanna’s “Don’t Stop The Music”. Not able to hold back a huge smile, I took both of his hands in mine, almost jumping from excitement. He smiled down at me and complied with my moves, letting me have my moment.

When the pre-chorus hit, however, Jean took over. In one swift motion, he twirled me by my hand, and I ended up in his arms, my back pressed against his chest. A gasp escaped my mouth, and I looked up over my shoulder to find the same smile still lingering on his lips.

His hands slipped to my waist and then slightly lower as he guided my hips along with his. He moved with confidence and ease, and his skills surprised me quite a bit. Yielding to his touch, I was putty in his secure arms, resting my head on his chest and slithering down his body before coming up to send him a wide grin.

We kept dancing like this until, with another move, my hips bucked a little too much and my butt pressed firm against his crotch. The embarrassment. It was vivid, it was palpable, and it swallowed me whole, chaining me to the spot. My eyes anxiously wandered around the room, and when they finally focused, another wave of shame hit me.

Illuminated with the soft kitchen lights, through the crowd of people, Eren stared right at me. He must have seen it all. He must have been judging me at this very moment. I couldn’t read his expression, but I knew he was thinking all kinds of things about me. Not that I cared much about his opinion, but the awkward eye contact was definitely nerve-wracking.

Thankfully, Jean quickly pulled me out of this ordeal, spinning me around to face him. He smiled at me with the same calm demeanor as if nothing had happened, and my whole body instantly relaxed.

He didn’t say anything; not a muscle on his face wavered. I’d say he didn’t notice if it weren’t for his hands gripping tighter on my body for a second. He sure did. Maybe it was just not that big of a deal to anyone besides me. It could be a regular occurrence for him, for all I knew.

Whatever the deal was, I was grateful for how it played out. Same as before, he looked at me with a warm smile and a calm gaze. Same as before, we kept dancing, but with a little more space between us.

The space that felt like an abyss the more we stayed like this.

The one-foot distance separating us now heightened my awareness in the ugliest way. My ears were picking up every little noise; my eyes became sensitive to the occasional flashing light; and my skin got covered with goosebumps in the absence of Jean’s warmth.

It just didn’t seem right. And when it didn’t seem right, my primal instinct was to get away—to run towards the known comfort.

With my hands floating near his muscular frame, I wondered what would happen if they slipped, accidentally grazing his skin, accidentally wrapping around his neck, and then gliding down his abs—accidentally, of course.

What if I did it again? What if my hips jolted like they did? Not with any malicious intent, but just a light, innocent touch for a fleeting moment. Would his grip tighten on me again? Would his facial expression betray him this time? Would I be able to catch a glimpse of it since I knew what to look for now?

My lewd thoughts cut off at the sound of Sasha’s voice as she approached us with Mikasa, Armin, and Connie. That was when I realized I had been staring at Jean for quite some time. Sending him a shy smile, I turned my attention to Sasha, who was already clinging to my side with a silly grin.

Switching my focus seemed about right, because this sudden interruption made me do a double take on the ideas taking up my mind just mere seconds ago. What was I thinking about? Why? How did it even come to me? Perhaps the liquor was making me feel that way. And the fact that it was Jean. Yeah, I most definitely just had too much and danced too hard.

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#jean kirstein #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschstein #aot #attack on titan #aot fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #snk

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The cabin🏠

#eremika

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#eren yeager #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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need to kiss his sadness away

#eren jeager #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan

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jean being a bit jealous

haven't posted in a while but wanted to leave this little piece here

multi-chaptered rating: explicit main pairings: eren/reader; jean/reader AU: college; band

Very few people sauntered within the university walls at an hour like this. It wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary had it not been the day of the first baseball game this season. But it was; hence the confusion I felt, roaming around the halls like a stray puppy, trying to find my way.

At the touch of a hand rubbing my back up and down, I turned around and sighed in relief, seeing the warm gaze of Mikasa’s gray eyes and a subtle smile on her lips.

“Hey,” she said in a soft voice. “You’re a little bit lost, aren’t you?”

“Oh, hi. Thank god I’ve found someone.” I put my right arm behind her back, giving her a quick hug. “Is it written on my face? Because you’re right.” I laughed.

“Uhm, no. Honestly, you were just walking in the wrong direction.”

Dumbass.

“Have you been here since the morning?” I asked as she guided me to the right path.

“Yes… But I had a break for the last two periods. Just thought it’s not worth going to the dorm only to go back here again.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Makes sense. What about the rest? Have you seen anyone else? I hope Sasha didn’t forget.” I chuckled, and she joined in, too.

“She would never. It’s not classes we’re talking about.” She smiled, sending me a certain look. “Everyone’s gathering outside. I think the team—”

In this instant, the door on our left opened, and out came Reiner, almost knocking me off my feet as his broad chest collided with my body.

“Oh, hey! Sorry, didn’t want to scare you,” he said, gripping my shoulders to steady the both of us after the sudden encounter. “Hi, Mikasa.”

“You’re fine. I’ll just be sure not to walk near the walls here.” I chuckled as Jean appeared in the hallway too. His gaze slid from my face to my shoulders just before Reiner could take his hands off.

“Oi, Reiner! Save your strength for the field,” he said, putting his hand on Reiner’s shoulder. “You’re sure you’re not hurt?” He fixed his eyes on me with a serious expression.

“No, I’m fine—”

“You were just meant to fall into my arms. It’s a sign.” A cheeky grin tugged at the corners of Reiner’s mouth as he crossed his arms over his chest. My own lips involuntarily formed a shy smile, and I felt my cheeks getting a bit warmer.

“She didn’t fall though,” Mikasa noted gravely, scanning the guy with a bored gaze.

“Yeah, Reiner, cut the crap—” Jean began speaking, pushing the guy further into the hallway and taking his place, before their teammates burst into the hall, cutting him off with their loud laughter.

While some headed straight down the hallway, Connie, Marco, and Bertholdt stopped with us, saying hi. Only then did my eye catch their uniform and how good they all looked in it. Although, if I had to pick one, I would have to say Jean’s was the most fitted.

After a short while, one more person entered the hall. Adjusting his cap, Eren glanced over at the boys before raising his brows slightly. He flicked his gaze from Mikasa to me, and then from me to Mikasa again. Finally, he looked away, only throwing a few words for the guys to follow.

“I’ll be right back,” Mikasa said to me in an undertone before rushing off in the same direction.

As I watched her go, it hadn’t registered with me at once that the corridor was now empty, except for a certain boy, whose eyes were already on me when I turned to him. “Aren’t you supposed to go, too?”

“Didn’t want to leave without hearing a ‘good luck’ from you.” Jean smiled, and his hazel eyes seemed warmer in color when they crinkled. “You know, Reiner was saying a bunch of bullshit earlier, but I have a feeling that it’s a good sign I met you before the game. You’re gonna bring us a win.”

“No, don’t say that! You’re putting too much weight on my shoulders. Now, if you lose, it will all be my fault.”

“So you think we’ll lose?” He raised a brow, leading the way towards the exit.

“No, I— It’s not what I wanted to say, you know it. Besides, the glorious pitcher can’t lose.” I chuckled.

“I told you not to call me that,” he said, averting his eyes as we stepped outside.

Halting at the sight of a baseball field, I turned to Jean in an attempt to catch his gaze, and when I finally did, the words left my mouth with the most sincere intent. “Good luck, Jean.”

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dimples :3

#gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #art

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Rehearsals with Eren

multi-chaptered rating: explicit main pairings: eren/reader; jean/reader AU: college; band

A dent to the left. A dark spot of unknown origin almost in the middle, not centered just enough to annoy a perfectionist. With my legs hung over the armrest of the old couch, I studied the ceiling of the Jaegers’ basement, giving myself a rest while the others experimented with the new tunes.

The red coating chipped off under my fingers. Not that I intended to ruin anyone’s couches, but the thing was already ramshackle, with the top layer hanging by a thin thread, begging to be detached. Anyway, this couch—and the basement itself—looked way out of place compared to the furniture upstairs, clearly indicating they didn’t care much about it.

“Are you done lazing around?” Eren’s voice cut through my train of thoughts, full of irritation.

Propping myself on the elbows, I turned to meet his frown with one of my own. “What? You were busy anyway.”

“What Eren wanted to say,” said Armin, glancing at his friend, “is that we’re done with the break. And if you’re ready, we can continue.”

“Yeah, sure.” I sent him a smile, springing to my feet and approaching the mic stand. “The same one?” I looked between the guys, and they all gave me a nod—well, almost all.

We had been rehearsing it for quite a while. And though this Arctic Monkeys’ song was among my favorites, singing “Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?” over and over again could easily make me hate it if we weren’t sprinkling some other songs in between. Yet, practice was essential, and besides, the vocals were quite uncomplicated, so I didn’t have much demur, especially since it did sound better with every new try.

From the moment Armin’s bass and Connie’s drums kicked in, I merged with the music, tapping my feet and bopping my head to the rhythm. Singing the lines with due confidence, I would lock eyes with Marco whenever he joined my voice. Sometimes my gaze would find Armin’s instead, and the same joyous smile would be shared between us.

Everything went fine. Until it didn’t. Caught up in the moment, I let my eyes land on something—or rather, someone—they weren’t supposed to land on. And on the most inappropriate line they did. And at the exact moment he was looking at me. On the inside, I was dying; on the outside, I finished the line, still holding Eren’s gaze.

It was after I averted my eyes, though, that the embarrassment really kicked in. Not that I had done anything embarrassing. Looking at my bandmates during the performance was only natural, wasn’t it? Yet there was some sort of implicit agreement that Eren and I were supposed to refrain from any expression of cordiality or camaraderie, and I was quickly reminded about it.

Occupied with those thoughts, I forgot to take a breath when it was necessary, so the next couple of lines came out rather weak, my voice slightly trembling towards the end. We weren’t even half into the song when the guitar stopped, causing everyone else to halt as well.

“It doesn’t sound right,” Eren said. “Something is off. And you,” he said, turning to me, “keep messing up.”

I was about to retort—to say that it was just once, that I didn’t keep messing up, that he should’ve continued playing instead of making a scene. But I didn’t say any of this. A wave of self-doubt washed over me, and the little bell in my head rang that maybe I was wrong. I did mess up. And perhaps I was messing up all along without noticing. Perhaps my judgment was corrupt. What did I even know at this point?

As the feeling of self-consciousness took root in my body, I wanted nothing more than to hide from all the gazes in the room. So, I fixed my eyes on the worn-out carpet underneath my feet and bit the inside of my cheek.

“I messed up a little towards the end. That’s probably why it seemed off,” Armin said.

“Maybe it’s enough for today?” Marco suggested. “We’ve been here for a while now, and we’re all just tired.”

This proposition made my shoulders drop, releasing the tension I wasn’t aware of prior. My eyes met Marco’s as, with a serene expression, he sent me a subtle but nonetheless amiable smile.

“Yeah, that’s enough.” Connie stood up from his seat. “I need at least four hours of ‘Call of Duty’ after this.”

“It will have to wait, though. We still have a project to work on…” Armin said, taking off his guitar.

In an instant, Connie’s face dropped. Following Armin and Marco, he trudged upstairs, groaning and lamenting about “this stupid project”.

Same, Connie. I almost forgot about it myself. Not even half of my initial enthusiasm was left. It all seemed jarring now, and the prospect of staying in this house any longer steeped me into a state of despondency.

Walking up the stairs, I could hardly discern Connie’s silhouette a few steps away due to how dark it was. So, when I felt someone’s presence right behind me, my heart skipped a beat and my breathing halted.

“No offense,” Eren said in a low voice, inches away from my ear. “You just needed to pull yourself together, so that’s why I said that.” He drew back and moved past me, leaving me puzzled.

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They are actually my everything

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #yutamaki

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:((((((( nobaraaaa

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #nobara kugisaki #nobara

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im into some fucked up shit. raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. brown paper packages tied of with strings. i could go on but you couldnt even handle it

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“you should be at the club” Brother I should literally be sent to the seaside for my health

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I’m sorry, but I laughed watching this

THIS IS SO UNSERIOUS 😭

#aot #aot spoilers #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin

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meeting eren in a classroom after he'd annoyed the shit out of reader

haven't posted about my wip here in a while, so here are some Eren crumbs for you <3

multi-chaptered rating: explicit main pairings: eren/reader; jean/reader AU: college; band

Monday came in a flash. With everything happening, I nearly forgot why I got here in the first place, but the early morning class in my schedule was a harsh reminder. Since none of my roommates were as lucky as me, I quietly got ready, breakfasted alone, and left the apartment with a lingering feeling of jealousy.

The road to the campus was only a twenty-minute walk, according to the GPS, so I opted to go by foot instead of waiting for a bus. Despite the early hour, the sun was already warming my skin enough for me to take the sunglasses out of my tote bag. Putting them on, I smiled to myself, feeling good in my first day outfit—an oversized milky sweatshirt, a dark-brown miniskirt, and a pair of loafers in a matching color—academia enough, but not too formal.

As a tall, Gothic-style tower with a spire came into my view, it wasn’t long before I stepped foot onto a green, extensive lawn, intersected by an organized layout of concrete paths. Besides the main building, there were two other structures. The one on the left had the very same spire I saw from afar, while the right one had a circular shape with a glass dome.

But the keystone of the campus was definitely a circular rotunda with two long wings. Made from limestone and brick, it had multiple columns and pointed arches with ornate carvings and reliefs adorning its walls. The only thing capable of stealing attention from the centerpiece was a large reflecting pool in front of it.

Before, I had only seen the pictures, but the University of Trost was much more impressive in person, especially at that time of the year, when the stone walls were drowned in greenery.

Walking through a grand hall, I mumbled under my nose, “Classroom 139… 139… Is it the right way?” Due to the early hour, my navigation was significantly complicated as I had not encountered anyone to ask for directions.

Finally getting to the room, I found myself the first one to arrive. I took a seat in the second row, at the table nearest to the window, so I could space out, observing the outside. Scrolling on my phone, I would lift my gaze every time someone walked in, but none of the faces looked familiar. Until one did.

With a backpack on his shoulder and his hands in the front pocket of his dark-gray hoodie, Eren carelessly walked to place himself at the table in the second row, one away from mine. I only noticed his sullen expression for a second, for I quickly averted my gaze from his figure. Or was it his tired face? Anyway, the only thing bothering me was the fact that, out of all people, he had to be in this class.

As time came closer to the start of the seminar, more and more people flooded the classroom. Soon, all the tables were taken except for the seat next to me and the one next to Eren. Just as I thought nobody else would come, a red-haired guy entered, making his way towards a table in the second row. Luckily, not mine.

Noticing the guy, Eren got up, and it looked like he was about to turn away before the former called him out. As they greeted each other, I heard the guy asking whether he could take the empty seat, and Eren gave the nod, mumbling something else. Only he didn’t sit back at his table, but instead came to plop right next to me.

“It’s taken,” I said without looking at him.

“By who?” He snapped his head in my direction.

“Not by you.”

“I’d say otherwise.”

Not finding the right words, I huffed and looked even further away from him. It was true; my only acquaintances were his own friends. Clearly my disadvantage.

It all went quiet when the door shut with a loud, echoing sound. A short, black-haired man, presumably in his thirties, walked into the classroom. Standing behind the lectern, he looked around the room with his piercing eyes, and I instantaneously realized it was better to pay attention, or else I would be screwed.

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