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Your first Valentine’s Day with AOT boys + Hanji

Ft. Eren, Armin, Jean, Marco, Connie, Levi, Hanji

Notes: Connie’s is suggestive so MDNI, no pronouns used for reader

Eren

- He’s never been a fan of Valentine’s Day

- He just never saw the point

- But that’s not to say he hated the idea of buying a future partner some flowers and chocolates

- In fact, he would find himself day dreaming about seeing his partner smiling as they gaze upon the gifts he bought them

- And since he and Jean both got into relationships before Valentine’s Day, he knew he had to go above in beyond

- Not just because you deserve it, but because he wanted to stick it to that horse-faced bastard

You’re out with your friends for brunch, a Valentines tradition you’ve had for years because none of you had boyfriends before. All of you are taken now but that doesn’t stop you three from meeting up. Just as your food comes, your phone rings with Eren’s tone. “Sorry, give me a second.” You apologize before pulling out your phone to read the text.

Bird boy: Come to my place when you’re done with your friends. I got something to show you ;)

You know your friends will tease and press you to get more information just to see you get flustered, so you put your phone away and pretend it was nothing. But of course you’re now eager to get over to Eren’s place to see what he has in store.

Most people who send winking emoji’s mean it only to imply something sexual, but he does it to hint at something exciting. A surprise. Not to say he doesn’t mean it in the traditional sense, too. You’re also expecting him to do something big because of his rivalry with Jean.

However you’re not prepared for what you see when you walk into his apartment. There’s petals scattering the floor, unlit candles hang from the ceiling, pink and red ribbon hang along the top of the walls, an overly large teddy bear sits against the wall where the balcony is, and Eren stands in the centre of it all wearing a red velvet suit with black lining. “Eren Jaeger, what did you do?” You question with a smile, hands placed on your hips.

“Giving you the best damn Valentine’s Day you’ve ever had.” He answers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He then walks up to you with a heart shaped box in his hand. “Chocolate?”

“I’ll never say no to Lindor.” You answer and take out one of the wrapped chocolates. “Do you like it?” Eren asks. “You certainly exceeded every expectation.” You tell him. “I was going to light the candles but Armin told me the flames would burn the fishing wire and start a fire.” Eren admits. “And while that is the perfect way to describe my love for you, I don’t think the building manager would get it. Or care.”

You laugh, resting your head on his shoulder for a brief moment before looking at him again. “You can be so cheesy, you know that?”

“As long as you’re happy, I don’t care how cheesy I get.” He says before pressing his lips to yours. “Now go pose with the bear. I need to brag to Jean.”

Armin

- This boy does his homework when it comes to holidays

- He finds out what you like and what you don’t so everything will be perfect

- He writes a step-by-step plan for before, during, and after your first Valentine’s with him

- But when you meet him at the restaurant

- He forgets the entire plan

- Not a shred of it remains in his head

- And he becomes the shy, flustered, awkward Armin we all know and adore

You fiddle with your clothes as you walk up to the restaurant Armin suggested for Valentine’s. He had to take his grandfather to an appointment so he profusely apologized for not being able to pick you up himself, but promised thar he’d make up for it. This restaurant is usually pretty booked up in advance, especially for holidays, however he said he knew the owner so he and his friends get tables pretty much whenever they want.

“Hi there.” The hostess greets as you walk up to the stand. “Name for the reservation?”

“Uh, it should be under Armin Arlert.” You tell her. “I don’t think he’s here yet.”

“No, it doesn’t look like anyone’s been seated at your table.” She says after tapping on the tablet in front of her. “I can take you back now if you’d like, or you can wait for him up here.”

“I’ll wait for him, thank you.” You say and then stand off to the side. You look around at the restaurant since this is your first time stepping foot inside. It’s certainly very fancy and the food must cost a fortune. “They probably offer rich shit like calamari and the Grey Stuff from Beauty and the Beast.” You think to yourself.

The tables all have ivory tablecloths with gold details around the edges. You can even see a wine room closer to where the kitchen is. Each table has a rose in a vase in the centre of the table. Your gaze then falls onto all the couples in the dining room. Everyone is dressed to the nines, wearing obviously designer clothing and expensive jewelry. This causes you to feel a bit insecure and wonder if you should’ve dressed up a bit more.

Your clothing isn’t designer, but it still cost a pretty penny. You’re sure that if you bought your clothes with any of these people’s cards, they wouldn’t even notice the charge.

The bell rings behind you, signalling that someone has come in. You turn around and see Armin walk in carrying a bouquet of red, pink and white roses, and a red gift bag clutched in his right hand. “Armin.” You address your new boyfriend.

He turns to face you with a confident smile on his face but then he goes slightly slack jawed, a deep red blush spreading across his cheeks and to the tips of his ears. “I- Um- You- Uh, wow.” He clears his throat and looks away.

“Hey, are you ok?” You ask, reaching out and touching his cheek. “Yeah, you just… You look stunning.” He says, still not looking at you.

“Aw, thank you.” You say sweetly. “I was starting to think I stood out like a sore thumb.”

His head whips forward with what seems to be a mixture of confusion and fear in his eyes. “No! Not at all! You’re easily the best-looking here.” He then remembers the gifts in his hands. “Oh! These are for you.”

You chuckle at his awkwardness and take the items from him. “You’re so cute. You didn’t have to get me anything, you know.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I make things weird?” He asks nervously. “No, absolutely not.” You assure him. A look of relief washes over his still-red features. “I’m just saying it’s sweet that you wanted to spend your money on me.”

“Of course. It’s my job to spoil you.” He says, tucking his hands into his pockets. You’re extremely grateful that he even got you flowers let alone something that won’t die in a few weeks, but you start feeling guilty about not getting him anything. You didn’t think you were at the gift-giving stage yet.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get anything for you.” You apologize. “I don’t need anything, sweetie.” Armin tells you. “All I want is for you to have fun.”

You smile at him, feeling better but you’re still not 100% satisfied. So you take a step forward and press a soft kiss to his mouth. “Does that suffice?”

He doesn’t answer because he’s focusing all his energy on not passing out right then and there. When he finally does speak, it’s more of an incoherent babble than a proper sentence. You let out another laugh at his shyness.

“Oh, I see your date is here.” The hostess says as she walks back to her stand. “If you two want to follow me, I’ll show you to your table.”

You gently put the flowers into the bag and take his hand in yours as you follow her to the back of the restaurant. Armin is about 99% sure he just died and went to heaven.

Jean

- We all know that Jean is a hopeless romantic

- So you can bet that he’s been planning Valentine’s Day for a while

- Even before he got into a relationship, he would dream about what he’d do, where he’d take his partner, and what gifts he’d buy

- 100% gets his mother flowers and something else she likes

- Remember that trend about getting a bouquet of 100 roses?

- Yeah, he sees that as a challenge

- So you best believe this man has bought you a bouquet of 200 roses (or your favourite flower)

- You can barely grip the base it’s so big

- (Get your minds out of the gutter, ya nasty)

It’s been a long day at work and you just can’t wait to get home and see Jean. You just got promoted so it’s been pretty hectic trying to get used to the new change, and it doesn’t help that your new boss hasn’t warmed up to you yet.

You trudge up the pathway to your house and quickly open up the door. “Jean! I’m home!” You call out, tiredness dripping from your voice. You didn’t realize when you walked up to your house that all the lights were out. You were far too busy thanking the universe that the day was done. But now as you kick off your shoes, you realize that you can barely see anything. “Jean?”

You look towards the living room and see some candles sitting on the adjacent dining room table. You arch your brow in curiosity as you walk towards the candles. “Jean?” You call out again. The table has a red runner going down the middle with the fine china plates from your wedding sitting at each end.

You two only bring those plates out for special occasions because they’ve been passed down as wedding gifts in his family since his Great Grandmother’s wedding. Soft music starts to play, the kind that’s in those romantic movies when the male leads sees the female lead in a pretty dress for the first time. You see Jean walk out from the kitchen holding the largest bouquet of flowers you’ve ever seen. He literally needs two hands to hold it.

“Hello, my love.” He says, needing to peer around the flowers to see you properly. It also doesn’t help that the bouquet is wrapped in red paper with white lace as an accent.

You laugh at the comically large flowers. “Jean, what on earth is going on?”

“Oh, I saw a trend of people getting 100 roses for Valentine’s Day and knew that you deserved better than that.” Jean answers and then hands you the bouquet. “I can’t even seen you!” You say through your laughter. “But it’s very sweet of you. Thank you, Jean.”

“You’re very welcome.” Jean says. You take a moment to smell the flowers before lying them down in the centre of the table. “Now sit down. Dinner’s almost ready.”

“What is all this?” You ask, gesturing to the table. “Did you do something and need to apologize before I find out?”

“What? Of course not! Well, not this time at least.” He says. “You’ve been working so hard these past few weeks. You needed something to make you smile and I figured that Valentine’s was the perfect time. Besides, this is our first Valentine’s Day as a married couple, of course I had to go all out.”

Your smile drops. “Ah, shit. Is that today?” He nods his head. “Ok, give me one second!” You turn and run towards the stairs.

“Hey, where’re you going?” He calls after you. “I’ll be right back! Give me thirty seconds!” You say while running up the stairs as fast as you can without tripping. You rush into the guest bedroom and open up the second drawer of the bedside table. You then move some old cards out of the way and grab the leather box you hid in here last month.

“That was longer than thirty seconds.” Jean jokes as you walk back into the dining room. “Well, excuse me, Mr. Time-Keeper.” You respond before holding out the box. “Here. I didn’t totally forget.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything, love.” Jean says softly as he takes the box from you. “You give me gifts every time you see something you think I’d like. Of course I had to get you something.” You say.

He opens up the box and gasps softly as he sees an antique watch. You two passed by a little shop while walking to your friend’s house and he couldn’t help but gawk at it. So you went back the next day and immediately bought it for him, not even looking at the price tag. He looks up at you with adoration in his eyes. “Thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome.” You respond. He places the watch down on the table before pulling you into him, placing a kiss on your lips. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer as the kiss deepens. He moves his hands to your waist and squeezes softly, showing you how much he’s enjoying this moment.

But the next second, the timer goes off on the oven, forcing you two to separate. “Guess we’ll have to finish that later.” Jean says with a smirk on his face.

Marco

- We all know this guy is a sweetheart

- He doesn’t plan anything extravagant, but it’s still amazing

- Adorable would probably be the best word to describe what he does

- He doesn’t do anything cheesy so don’t expect a stuffed animal holding a heart that says “I love you bear-y much”

- Unless you specifically say you want one

- But if you like plushies, you’re definitely getting one

- His gifts are simple: A small bouquet of flowers, maybe some chocolates or candy if you like them, and something else if he feels you’ll really like it

You sit in your dorm room, anxiously waiting for Marco to pop by after work for a movie night. You bought one of those projectors that connects to your computer so you don’t have to crowd around the small screen. Not that you’re not planning on squishing as close to this angel of a human as much as you physically can.

You already have the snacks set up: some cookies, gummy worms, those heart shaped candies and a bucket of popcorn with pink, brown and red chocolates. The second you hear his signature knock, you’re bolting to the door and throwing it open.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darling.” He greets you as he holds a single rose in front of him. “Aw, thank you.” You say as you take the flower. “Come on in, everything’s set up. We just need to pick a movie.”

You lead him inside your room and take a seat on your bed. You made sure that your roommate wouldn’t be home for a while so you’re using their bunk as the screen for your movie. You’ve trapped one end of a white sheet underneath their bed so you have a flat surface to project the film onto.

“I also have this for you.” Marco says as he holds out a gift bag. It’s a simple Valentine’s-themed bag with a bunch of red and pink hearts on it. “You’re too sweet.” You coo as you take the bag from him. You remove the tissue paper and light up as you see a little dinosaur plush sitting on top of a brown book. You take that out first, placing it on your lap, before grabbing the book.

“What’s this?” You ask curiously, rubbing your hand over the faux-leather surface. “Open it!” He urges. You can see the excitement in his face so you open the book up and gasp as you see what’s inside.

It’s a photo album of moments you two have shared before you were together, and moments from dates. As you flip a few pages, you see candid shots of yourself that you don’t remember him taking. “When did you take these?”

“Whenever I had a chance.” He answers honestly. “I hope you don’t mind. You just looked so great that I needed to take a picture of you.”

“Of course I don’t mind. This is the sweetest gift anyone has ever got me.” You say. He smiles wide and leans down to capture your lips with his. “Now what movie do you want to watch?” He asks.

“Titanic.” You answer simply. “Ah, a classic. Excellent choice.” He says as he sits beside you.

Connie

- The only vibes during this day are comedic

- If you’re expecting this man to be super sappy and give you heart eyes, you’re dead wrong

- He gives you valentines

- Like the kind with cheesy puns that kids give their friends in elementary school

- But also expect his own homemade valentines

- And those make you just about piss yourself with laughter

You get home from work and prepare to get ready for your date with Connie tonight. But before you can take off your shoes, you see a small piece of paper with a picture of Spongebob on it and a heart-shaped lollipop taped to it. You bend down and grab the paper and read what it says.

Be my Valentine!

You laugh, wondering why it was on the ground. Then you see another a few inches away. This one has a piece of bread on it with another lollipop taped to the side. It says: Be the peanut butter to my jelly.

You laugh again and then realize that there’s a trail of little Valentines leading down the hall to the bedroom. Of course you follow without question. One says: You make my tail wag, while another says: You make my heart go doki-doki. Then you pick up one that nearly makes you fall to your knees from laughing so hard.

It’s a photo of Connie from when he ate a ghost pepper. It was a dare from Jean that he wouldn’t eat one whole. So he immediately ate the pepper and instantly regretted it. He’s chugging milk, it dribbles down his chin, and his eyes are red. Tears stream down his cheeks and under his nose is wet from it running. Printed beside the photo in Comic Sans are the words: You’re hotter than the pepper was (Trust me. It was spicy)

You find quite a few more Connie-made cards until you reach your bedroom door. It’s closed over until there’s just a crack so you push it open and just about piss your pants laughing at what you see.

On your bed is Connie, surrounded by rose petals and those stupid candy hearts with corny sayings. But that’s obviously not enough to make you laugh so hard your stomach hurts.

He clutches a rose in his mouth like a dancer and wears a pair of candy underwear. Yes, the kind thats a bra and pantie set. He’s lying on his side, propped up by his elbow and his other arm resting on his side. “Hola, mi amore.” He greets, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. You laugh even harder, needing to lean on the doorway to keep yourself up. He can’t even roll his Rs because of the flower in his mouth.

“When I gave you a key, I wasn’t expecting this.” You say once you catch your breath. “But goddamn. I haven’t laughed this much in years.”

“Glad to be of service.” Connie says as he removes the rose from his mouth. “Now paint me like one of your french girls.”

And you start laughing again.

Levi

- Hates Valentine’s Day

- He finds the red, pink and white decorations an eyesore

- He just doesn’t get the point of having a holiday dedicated to showing someone you love them

- If you love them, show them every day. Why do you need a holiday to do that?

- Knows that it’s just a marketing ploy made by companies to sell more products

- But when you two pass by a store with a Valentine’s display, he sees your eyes light up and knows he has to do something

You know that Levi’s waiting for you in your apartment, you told him to let himself in using the spare key. “Levi! I’m home!” You call out as you kick your shoes off. You can see his sitting neatly beside the front door, but you don’t bother to put yours beside his. “In here.” His voice answers from the kitchen.

You walk in and see some of your favourite flowers sitting in a vase with a red ribbon wrapped around the glass. You then see Levi putting some cookies on a plate. “Levi, what are you doing?” You ask, walking closer to him. “You hate Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah, that’s why I didn’t buy any of that cheap shit from the store.” Levi agrees before turning to face you with the plate of cookies. You’re even more surprised to see that they’re sugar cookies. They don’t look perfect, but that doesn’t matter. “You better like these damn cookies. Had to watch five videos before someone explained how to cream butter in ways I understood. Seriously, would a fucking baker need to look these things up? People need to simplify shit more often.”

You can tell he’s rambling because he’s a bit flustered, although neither of you will say it. The tips of his ears are scarlet so that’s also a dead giveaway. “You didn’t have to do this.” You say, the gratitude evident in your tone. “Of course I did.” He argues, crossing his arms across his chest. “You seem to love this day and you do so much for me. It was obvious I had to do something.”

“You’ll never admit it, but you’re sweet.” You say before placing a kiss to his cheek. He grumbles, but you know it’s not because he’s pissed. He just can’t express positive emotions well. “Just know we’re not going out to a restaurant for dinner.” He tells you. “Those places hike up their prices because they know desperate couples will try anything to save their failing relationship.”

“You’re such a romantic, you know?” You say sarcastically. “So I’ve been told.” He responds. “Now go sit down. I made your favourite.”

Hanji

- We all know that modern Hanji is a science teacher

- So when your first Valentine’s together falls on a school day, you’re fairly disappointed knowing they do a lot of hands-on work that takes forever to clean up properly

- They feel horrible and send you a bunch of flowers to your workplace to make up for it

- But of course they have a plan for the actual day

- They’re nothing if not determined and stubborn

- If it’s a good Valentine’s you want, then a great Valentine’s you’ll get

You’re sitting at your desk, scowling at your coworkers as they talk about what their husbands and wives are doing for Valentine’s Day once they get off of work. You know Hanji doesn’t have a choice but to stay late after school finishes because they insist on not having their students sit at desks for an hour, reading over pointless worksheets none of them will remember the second the bell rings.

The janitor refuses to touch their classroom because it’s always a surprise as to what lesson Hanji Zoë jazzes up that day. You hear your phone bing from your bag so you pull it out to see a message from them.

Han Solo: Meet me in my classroom once you’re done work. I have something to show you!

You don’t know if you should be excited or terrified. But nevertheless, you’re intrigued and the day seems to go by slower from there. Once the clock strikes five, you pack up faster than you ever have before and practically run to your car. You know the code to get into the school since you’ve had to come drag them away from their desk more than once.

“Hanji?” You say as you enter the classroom. “Hello, my favourite person on the planet!” Hanji responds enthusiastically. “Come in, come in!”

“Why did you want me to meet you here?” You ask as you walk up to them. “And why is it so dark in here?”

“My last class helped me make something for you.” Hanji says, taking your hand in theirs after fumbling around for it. “Look at the desks.”

You face forward and then a second later, the desks light up. On each one sits a light board in the shape of a different letter to spell out “Happy Valentine’s”.

“Hanji… How did you do this?” You ask in amazement. “Well I figured they were learning how electricity works, so they could help make me this.” Hanji says. “They were more than happy once they got all their teasing out of the way.”

“But… Why’d you have to stay late if they weren’t using any chemicals?” You ask in confusion. “I love my students, babe. But they can be dumb as a stump sometimes.” Hanji explains. “Some of the currents were too strong while others were too weak. So I had to do some tinkering.”

“Thank you.” You say as you turn to them. Their face glows in the light from the desks so you can clearly see their adoring face. “You’re more than welcome.” They respond before kissing you.

[luna-eclipse2000]

You wearing someone else’s cologne (but it’s actually just one they don’t wear)

Ft: Eren, Armin, Jean, Levi, and Hanji

Some suggestive themes so MDNI

Eren

- You come out of your shared bedroom and walk past Eren

- He instantly smells the cologne and sees red

- He prefers musky smells, so why on earth do you smell like that?

- He grabs your wrist. Not too hard, but hard enough for you to turn around and ask him what’s wrong

- “Whose cologne is that?”

- You are instantly confused

- “Don’t play dumb, (Y/N). Whose cologne is that?”

- “Eren. I bought this for you for your birthday.”

- He instantly feels embarrassed

- “Oh… Sorry…”

- “But I do like how jealous you got over it.” You say, wrapping your arms around his waist

- “What can I say, sweetie?” Eren says. “I don’t like the thought of anyone else getting to touch you.”

- “You’re the only one who would do it right anyway.” You say

- He instantly throws you over his shoulder to show you just how right you are

Armin

- Armin always waits for you to get up before he leaves for work

- He’s never been late and he loves seeing your face in the morning

- But today he had to go in super early thanks to a batch of new people who need to be trained

- He was absolutely heart broken having to leave without getting his goodbye kiss

- But then he had an idea so he eagerly texts you

- “Hey, how about we meet up for lunch at your favourite restaurant? It can be my apology for not being able to see you this morning.”

- He anxiously waits for you at the restaurant, the food already ordered since the wait staff already know your orders by heart

- When you enter the restaurant, his eyes light up, as do yours

- “(Y/N)!” He says happily as he gets up from his seat to greet you

- “Armin! How’s your day going?”

- “It’s going good, how about yours?” He asks

- “It just got better.” You answer and then give him a kiss

- When he pulls away to give you a hug, he smells it

- The faintest smell of cypress, vetiver and black teakwood

- He feels his heart drop a bit

- You never wear this kind of smell so it’s definitely not yours

- Then whose is it?

- He pulls away and hides his worry extremely well

- You never know when he’s upset until he physically can’t hold his emotions in anymore

- You’ve always told him to tell you how he feels but he hates making you worry over him

- This is slightly different, though

- If he expresses his worry, he’ll be practically accusing you of cheating on him and saying that he doesn’t trust you

- You can tell that something’s wrong though because he’s not really engaging in the conversation. Just nodding his head and giving short responses

- But at this point you know he’s not going to tell you the truth until he can’t handle it anymore

- He gets home before you and starts pacing through the whole house, not able to sit still

- He never got the same kind of attention from people that Eren or Mikasa did so he’s still pretty insecure

- No matter how many times you tell him how much you love him, how pretty he is, how happy he makes you, there’s still a voice in the back of his mind telling him that you’re lying

- So when he hears the door open, he finally freezes

- He wants to run to you and give you all his love

- But he also wants to confront you about the cologne

- “Armin, there you are.” Your voice says from behind him. “I’ve been calling your name for a few minutes.”

- “Are you… seeing someone else?” He finally asks

- “What? Armin, what gave you that idea?”

- He turns around to face you and you finally see the anxiety in his eyes

- “I could smell that cologne on you.” He tells you, playing with his fingers nervously. “I’ve never smelt it before. I know I’m not very tall, or confident, or handsome, or even funny. So I get it if you want to see other people.”

- You smile sadly. All that lack of attention really messed up his confidence

- You’ve seen photos of him and his friends from high school, which he was absolutely humiliated about

- He had glasses, a decent amount of acne, and would wear a lot of anime shirts

- To say he was a nerd would be an understatement, but you thought he was cute

- So you walk up to him and gently cup his cheeks

- “Armin, my darling. The cologne is yours.”

- He’s absolutely stunned. He would’ve remembered if he had something that like that

- “Mikasa got it for you for your birthday. You didn’t want to hurt her feelings so you just put it in the drawer and forgot about it. I’d never cheat on you. I love you too much to do that to you.”

- He looks down feeling embarrassed that he ever thought you’d do something so cruel

- “I’m sorry.” He apologizes. “I never should’ve-“

- “Hey, no.” You say softly. “You never wore this before so it makes sense that you didn’t think it was yours. Now how about we go downstairs, put on a movie, and cuddle for a while. Does that sound good?”

- He nods with a small smile on his face. “I love you.”

- “I love you more than you know.”

Jean

- He comes home from work before you and decides to make your favourite food for dinner

- But first, he needs to take a shower

- He heads upstairs to your shared bedroom and smells something… different

- It smells like smoke, but with a hint of sage and sandalwood

- He wonders if you got him a new soap

- But if so, why can he smell it when he’s not in the shower?

- He shakes his head, wondering if he’s going crazy and heads into the washroom to take his shower

- It isn’t until he gets out and heads to the dresser to get a new set of night clothes that he finds the culprit behind the smell

- A bottle of cologne that seems to have a few squirts taken out of it

- He picks it up and looks at the brand

- It’s expensive and definitely not his

- His mind starts racing

- There’s no way you’re cheating on him

- You’d never do that

- You probably bought this for him because you thought it smelt good

- But then why isn’t it full?

- He decides to confront you about it when you get home

- He quickly gets dressed, grabs the bottle and heads downstairs so he can start cooking

- If you are cheating, he’s gonna cook you a meal so damn good you’ll instantly regret your decision

- Then he’ll probably remind you why you’ve stayed with him for all these years after your finished begging for his forgiveness

- He’ll make you beg even more

- He plates the food and sets it up at the table and sits down

- About five minutes later, you walk through the door and instantly smell your favourite food

- Ever since Jean made it, no one else’s has even compared

- “Mm, something smells good, Jean!” You say as you walk into the dining room and see him waiting for you.

- “You like smells?” He asks

- You just give him a confused look in response

- He then puts the cologne on the table rather dramatically, like he just found your secret stash of drugs

- “So… You wanna explain why I found some random cologne in our room?”

- You blink a few times. “Excuse me?”

- “Don’t play dumb, baby.” He says. “I can even smell it on you from here. Whose damn cologne is this?”

- “Ok first, let’s stop with the cop attitude. You’ve been watching way too much NCIS.” You say. “And that cologne was a gift from your mother when you got promoted.”

- Heat spreads across his face when he realizes that he’s been jealous of himself for over an hour

- “Oh… Well… I’ve never smelled it before, so why isn’t it still full?”

- “Because you wore it twice before exiling it to the back of the drawer.” You explain.

- Jean clears his throat. “Well then… Never mind, I guess.”

Levi

- He’s checking everyone’s cleaning job when he comes to you

- You smell different

- But it couldn’t be you

- You don’t have anything that smells like bourbon

- And he doesn’t drink

- It could be the cadet you’re cleaning with

- So he walks up to you and takes a sniff

- Yup, that’s definitely you

- “Oi.” He says, looking over at the cadet. “Get lost.”

- “Yes, sir!” The cadet complies and quickly leaves, bringing the broom with him

- “What is it, Levi?” You ask

- “Why do you smell like that?” He asks

- “Like what?” You ask. “I took a shower this morning.”

- “You smell like bourbon.” He says. “So whose cologne is that?”

- “You’re not serious, right?” You asks. “Levi. This cologne has sat on your bathroom counter for months!”

- “Oh…”

- You start laughing

- “Tch.” He clicks his tongue. “You get to clean the stables now, too.”

- “Wha-? Why?!”

- “Because you laughed at me, brat.”

Hanji

- “Hey, Han!” You exclaim as you walk into their lab. “Whatcha doing?”

- “Working.” They answer absentmindedly as they swirl the liquid in their beaker

- You walk up to Hanji and peer over their shoulder

- The smell of vanilla and patchouli practically smacks Hanji in the face, causing them to immediately look away from their work

- “I know you’re working, silly.” You say. “But what are-?”

- You get cut off by Hanji very audibly sniffing the shirt you’re wearing

- High key sounds like a dog when they smell something new

- “Whose cologne is this?” Hanji asks. “Are mine not nice enough to wear?”

- “Huh?” You say, clearly a little confused

- Hanji then realizes that the shirt you’re wearing isn’t one of yours. It’s a bit too big. “And whose shirt is this?”

- “Hanji Zoe.” You smirk. “Are you getting jealous?”

- Hanji removes their glasses and places them on top of their head

- They grip your waist and pull you in close to them

- So close that you can smell their body wash

- “Don’t toy with me, love.” They say lowly. “Who. Do those. Belong to. Don’t make me punish you.”

- You blush a bit, but want to see how far you can take this

- Hanji doesn’t get jealous like this often so you want to have a little fun

- “What will you do if I don’t tell you?”

- “I’ll make sure whoever is trying to take you from me knows that you’re mine.” Hanji answers. “I’ll mark every bit of your skin, and I’ll make sure you scream my name.”

- You wrap your arms around Hanji’s neck

- “Han. This is your shirt.”

- The look of surprise and confusion on their face is adorable

- “This is also your cologne.” You explain further. “I spilled dirty water on my top, so I found this at the bottom of your closet. And because I didn’t want to smell gross, I grabbed the first bottle I could find.“

- “Oh…” Hanji says simply. They start looking anywhere but at your face out of embarrassment.

- “You can keep your promise of punishing me if you want.” You say. “But you’ll need to make up for thinking I’d want to smell like anyone but you.”

- “Fine by me.” Hanji says. “I just gotta finish this experiment, then I’m all yours.”

- They turn back to their work, but you quickly spin them back around in their chair

- “Part of your punishment is not getting to finish… if you catch my drift.”

[luna-eclipse2000]

An Unexpected Surprise

How the AOT boys react to an unexpected pregnancy

Ft: Eren, Armin, Jean, Marco, Levi and Reiner

Trigger warnings: Mentions of sickness, pregnancy complications

Eren

- You get home from work at four and decide to sit for a half hour before making dinner

- You decide to make Eren his favourite since he warned you that this project he was going to be working on would be long

- You’ve made him this meal dozens of times before so you’re absolutely shocked when you feel instantly nauseous upon smelling the ingredients

- “God, what the hell? Is this all rotten?”

- You check the packages and see that none are even close to the best before date

- You still feel sick so you go to grab something to drink, but the movement sends you over the edge and you end up having to throw up in the sink

- “Shit… What’s going on?”

- You wipe your mouth with a paper towel

- You start to wrack your brain for anything that might’ve made you sick

- When you remember your night with Eren the last time you went on a date

- “Oh, no… Please no…”

- He comes home one night after a long day at work

- When I say long, I mean it

- He usually gets home around 5, but today he’s home at 7

- So he’s assuming that you made dinner and are waiting for him at the table

- Not that he expects you to cook for him

- He’s just assuming because of the time and the fact that you weren’t picking up his calls

- So imagine his confusion when he sees an empty table and a completely clean kitchen

- He checks outside and sees that your car is there

- “(Y/N)?”

- You don’t respond, so he calls out again

- When you still don’t respond, he gets increasingly worried

- So he runs upstairs to your bedroom and he still doesn’t see you

- But when he turns to go check out other rooms, he sees you on the floor of the master bathroom with your knees tucked up into your chest

- “(Y/N)?” He asks softly

- He heads straight into the bathroom and kneels down beside you

- “Sweetie, I was so worried. Why weren’t you answering me?”

- You look up at him and that’s when he sees that you’ve been crying

- “What’s wrong? Did someone say something to you? I’ll kick their asses, just say the word”

- “I-I’m sorry…”

- “Hey, don’t apologize. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

- You point to the counter silently

- He stands up and turns around to see five different pregnancy tests

- All of them are positive

- “Wait… You’re pregnant?”

- That phrase causes you to start crying again

- “I’m sorry!”

- He immediately kneels back down in front of you

- “Hey, it’s ok. Why are you apologizing?”

- “Because we’re not ready for a baby, and we never even talked about if we wanted kids or not.”

- He gently takes your hand and kisses your knuckles

- “I’m with you all the way, ok? No matter if you choose to keep the baby or not. If you want this, then we’ll get you everything you need to keep you both safe. If you don’t, then we’ll schedule an appointment in the morning.”

- You wipe your tears from your cheeks

- “I… I always did want to be a mom.”

- You can see his eyes light up at your decision

- “Really? You want to keep it?”

- You nod and start smiling

- He pulls you into a hug

- “We’re gonna be parents! You’re going to be amazing, I know it.”

Armin

- You started to prepare for your period since your app told you it was about to start

- But then it didn’t

- Two days later and it still didn’t start

- Now you’re getting nervous

- So you quickly go into incognito mode on your phone and search up reviews about different pregnancy tests

- Once you’re satisfied with two different brands, you wait for him to go off to a meeting before heading out and grabbing the tests

- You grab two of each just in case either gives a false result

- But each come back positive

- Now you’re terrified

- And when you’re terrified, you don’t tell anyone because you want to ignore the reality

- But your subconscious exposes you

- And the fact that Armin is so damn observant

- “Yeah, grandpa. We’ll definitely be there.” He says into his phone. “Yes, (Y/N) will make the stuffing you all love so much. Ok. Bye, grandpa.”

- He hangs up his phone and heads to the living room where you’re sitting

- You’re wrapped up in a blanket, something you only do when you’re upset or not feeling good

- “We’re gonna be going to my grandpa’s for thanksgiving this year.” Armin tells you. “Everyone can’t wait for your famous stuffing.”

- “I’m not going.” You tell him

- “Why not?” He asks. “Did something happen last time?”

- You shake your head and pull the blanket tighter around you

- Armin walks around the couch and sits beside you

- “Is everything alright? You can tell me, you know.“

- “Everything is fine.” You assure him, despite knowing that he doesn’t believe you

- “Ok, and now the truth.” He says. “I know you better than that, angel. Your smiles have been empty for days, you’ve been binging your comfort show, and you’ve only eaten things like nuggets and mac and cheese.”

- Armin stands up and walks away

- You didn’t think he’d react like this

- You weren’t expecting him to jump for joy

- But you thought he’d hug you and tell you everything would be alright

- That he’d hold your hand through the whole thing

- You hear him running back down the stairs and know that he’s got a bag packed

- You can practically hear him say-

- “Will you marry me?”

- What?

- Your eyes fly open and you see him kneeling in front of you

- He’s got tears in his beautiful blue eyes

- “What?” You asks aloud

- “I’ve been wanting to ask you for months now. Grandpa gave me my grandmother’s ring when I told him. I wanted to ask you at the beach where we met but… this felt perfect. We’re gonna have a family and I want you to know that I’ll be with you throughout this, and forever. Please, (Y/N). My beautiful (Y/N). Marry me.”

- You start crying again but with tears of joy

- “Yes!”

- He laughs and takes your hand from the blanket

- He kisses your knuckles as he places the ring on your finger

- He then cups your face and starts kissing it absolutely everywhere, causing you to start laughing

- “I love you so much!” He says

- “We’re probably gonna put your grandpa in the hospital, you know?” You say.

- “I’ll have the ambulance on speed dial.” He says

- He then leans down to your stomach

- “Hi there, baby. I know it’s still too early for you to hear me, but I don’t care. I’ll read you all kinds of stories, and I’ll sing to you. I’m going to get all the parenting books I can so you grow up in the best house possible. I’ll protect you always. No matter what.”

- He then looks back up at you. “You’re not lifting a finger for the next few months, ok? I’ll take leave off of work. I’ll even get a bell so you don’t have to yell.”

- “Are you gonna wear a maid’s outfit?” You ask, totally joking

- “If you want me to.”

Jean

- You stare at the test sitting on the bathroom counter

- You start to cry

- You live in a two bedroom apartment and just graduated college

- There’s no way you’re prepared for a kid

- But you know you want to keep it

- Your mind instantly goes to Jean

- There’s no way he’s gonna want to have a kid yet

- He’s so handsome and you’re about to look like the title character in Moby Dick

- You pick up your phone and write out a text

- Jean’s hanging out with his friends at the bar when his phone goes off

- He sees your name on the screen and smiles as he clicks on the notification

- But then his face falls when be reads your message

- “We need to talk”

- No emojis

- No “I love you”

- No “Don’t worry, but…”

- Luckily he’s only had a few sips of his drink so he’s perfectly fine to drive

- “Hey, man. Are you ok?” Marco asks

- “Yeah, you look like you’re about to shit yourself.” Connie says

- “(Y/N) said we need to have a talk.”

- Both of his friends suck in a breath

- “Good luck, man.” Marco says

- “Maybe buy some flowers on the way home just in case.” Connie suggests

- Jean nods and stands up. “Start planning my funeral.”

- “We’ll miss you, buddy.” Connie says as Jean walks back to his car

- Connie was right though, he’s shitting himself

- He keeps running through the day

- Did he say something wrong?

- Did he forget to do his chores?

- Was he supposed to go straight home?

- He’s practicing the apology he’s going to give you based off the different things he could’ve done to make you mad

- He knows from previous relationships that the line ‘We need to talk’ is only said when he’s fucked up

- He doesn’t know how true that statement actually is

- He’s practically shaking as he arrives at your shared apartment

- He’s practically praying that you don’t leave him

- He sees you sitting at the dining room table waiting for him

- “Hey, honey.” He says softly, like he’s walking through a minefield, as he takes his shoes off and walks over to you

- “Have a seat, please.” You instruct

- Jean does as he’s told

- This is it

- You’re about to break up with him

- “I don’t know how to say this…” You say

- He can already feel tears welling up in his eyes

- Maybe if he grovels now and proclaims his undying love, you’ll give him another chance

- He loves you so much, he can’t-

- “I’m pregnant.”

- His mind stills

- Everything goes silent as his mouth opens a bit

- “I know we’re not ready for a kid.” You say. “So I’m offering you an out. You can go pack your bags if you want, I understand. A kid is a big responsibility and we’re both just starting out in our careers”

- “You’re… We’re going to have a kid?” He says

- You honestly get taken aback by his voice

- It’s so soft you swear he spoke like if he said it any louder, that you’d shatter

- He gets out of his chair and kneels down beside you, grasping your hands

- “I’m not leaving, (Y/N). I’ll never leave you or our kid- A kid! Oh, what do you think it’s gonna be? You know what? I don’t care. As long as both of you are healthy. I’m gonna take care of you better than ever before ok? Do you want anything right now? Ice cream? Pizza? Wine- Wait, no you can’t have that. Grape juice that I’ll put into a fancy bottle?”

- You laugh at his sweetness

- You kiss him sweetly and feel tears run down his cheeks

- “I love you.” You say

- “I love you more.” He responds

Marco

- A few days ago you realized how sluggish you’ve been feeling

- So just to be safe and to rule out the big possibility, you bought a test from the local drug store

- And when it came out positive, you felt a flurry of emotions

- You were excited because that means you get to start a family with Marco

- You’re scared because you’ve heard of everything that can happen during pregnancy

- You’re sick just thinking of how much pain you’re going to be in

- So in this state of jumbled feelings, you sort of shut down

- You don’t express your feelings at all, barely eat and barely talk

- Marco’s noticed all of that

- You barely even touched dinner last night

- And you didn’t even the pancakes he made you this morning for breakfast

- He figures your mad at him about something so he offers to do the grocery shopping by himself so you can rest

- Now that the food is out of the way, he makes his way over to the gift section of the store and grabs a box of your favourite snack

- He then heads over to the toys and picks up a stuffed bear he thinks you’ll like

- And then finally over to the flowers to buy you a beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers wrapped in your favourite colour

- “Darling, I’m home!” He calls out as he opens the door

- He sees you still sitting in the kitchen so he walks over with the gifts in hand

- “I bought you something.” He gives them to you and then sits down. “I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry. Can you tell me so I know not to do it again?”

- “I’m not mad at you, Marco.” You say and then look over to him

- “Oh. Then why didn’t you eat dinner or breakfast?” He asks. “Are you feeling sick?”

- “No. Well, yes, but that’s not why I didn’t eat. I guess I’m just a little stressed.”

- “Is it something I can help with?” He asks

- “Marco… I’m pregnant.”

- He blinks a few times

- Are you being serious?

- “Is this something we’re happy about?”

- “I think so.” You answer. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

- Marco smiles happily and kisses you sweetly

- “We can turn the second spare into the nursery!”

- He starts rambling about all the things he’s excited to start doing

Levi

- You’ve been feeling a lot more tired than usual

- Seeing as you work with kids all day, this is extremely annoying

- You sigh as you lean against the bathroom counter while getting ready for work

- “Maybe it’s that time in my cycle?” You wonder

- You open your phone and pull up your period tracking app to see what phase in your cycle you’re at

- But instead, it tells you that your period is four days late

- You’ve never had an irregular period before so this fills your gut with unease

- You’ve always been careful so there was no need to keep any pregnancy tests on hand

- You quickly check the time and see that you can go to the drug store that’s around the corner and make it home before you would have to leave

- So you throw on a pair of shoes and book it outside, clutching your bag nervously as you walk down the street

- You grab three different brands just to be safe, not caring which brands or how expensive

- You also pick up a water for you to chug on the way home

- You’re glad that Levi has already left for work so that’s a bit of pressure off your shoulders

- But it’s waiting for the timer to go off that causes you to pace back and forth in front of the counter

- You jump when the alarm finally blares

- You take a breath before looking at them. The first has a plus sign, the second says positive, and the third says pregnant: 2-3 weeks

- “Shit…”

- Levi comes home from work at his usual time and immediately smells cleaning products

- You have the same love for cleanliness that he does

- It stems from your job as a kindergarten teacher since you see sick children almost as much as if you were doctor

- He figures that there was a cold or flu outbreak at the school so you’re doing your annual fall deep clean

- He removes his shoes at the door and places down his bag then goes to find you

- He wants to help you clean so the both of you can relax for the night

- He finds you at the kitchen counter scrubbing like your life depended on it

- He opens his mouth to greet you when he notices how red and raw your hands look

- “How long have you been cleaning for?”

- “Don’t know.” You answer simply, setting off alarm bells in Levi’s head

- He walks up to you and grabs your hands

- He knows that for your hands to look like this, you would’ve had to be cleaning for a lot longer than if you started right when you got home

- “What’s wrong?”

- You don’t look at him

- “Levi, please. Let me go.”

- “Not until you tell me what’s wrong. You’re practically hurting yourself at this point.”

- “I… I’m pregnant.”

- Levi stiffens a bit

- You two were careful, you’re always careful

- But you’ve talked about kids

- He knows you want them

- You both have good, stable jobs so it’s not about money

- “Why aren’t you happy? I thought you wanted kids.”

- “I do but…” You trail off. “I know how much mess and sickness bothers you. Kids get sick all the time.”

- He lets your hand go so he can gently move your head to look at him

- “Hey. It’s ok. Getting messy and sick are just normal kid things.”

- “But I’m gonna get sick, too!” You remind him. “I’m gonna throw up all the time, and I’ll blow up like a balloon, and I’ll-“

- “Do you think I care about that?” He asks genuinely. “I’ll take care of you when all that happens. If you have some stupid craving in the middle of the night, I’ll go get it for you. I’ll make sure you both are safe and healthy, even if I have to get dirty in the process.”

- You smile, feeling your anxiety wash away

- “Now, let’s go put some cream on these hands, ok?”

Reiner

- You’ve been feeling a little under the weather lately which is unusual for you

- You’ve always had an amazing immune system

- So you start freaking out, trying to figure out why you feel nauseous around the smell of apples

- Maybe you’ve developed an allergy

- So you set up an appointment with your doctor to see if she can figure it out

- When she asks if there’s any chance you could be pregnant, you practically run out of the office

- Once you’ve calmed down, you realize that she could be right and you should know

- So you buy the best (and most expensive) test the drug store has to offer

- You can’t help but bounce your leg and rub your hands as you wait the agonizing few minutes

- And then you see the word ‘Positive’ pop up on the little screen

- Reiner’s at work when he gets a call from you

- Because he’s with his boss, he figures he’ll call you back right after he’s done

- But then you immediately call back

- “Reiner, is everything ok?” His boss asks him

- “Um… I’m not sure. Can I quickly take this?”

- His boss nods so Reiner stands up and turns away as he answers

- “Hey, ba-“

- “R-Reiner.” You interrupt him

- He can hear you sobbing so he goes on high alert mode

- “Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

- “I-I’m scared.”

- “Ok, where are you?”

- He’s already headed out of his boss’ office and back to his own to grab his keys

- “Home.”

- “I’m coming, ok? I’ll be there as soon as I possibly can.”

- “O-Ok.” You say and then hang up

- He speed walks to his boss’ office, who looks concerned when he sees Reiner

- “I need to go. Not sure what’s going on.”

- “Yeah, go.” His boss says. “Don’t worry about clocking out, I’ll do that for you.”

- He nods and speed walks out of the building then books it to his car

- “Road safety laws, prepared to be ignored!”

- It takes about half an hour to get from his work back to the apartment

- He makes it in 15

- And that’s only because he hit two red lights that he couldn’t blow through

- He damn near drops his keys as he quickly puts them into the lock and opens the door

- “(Y/N)?”

- He sees you on the couch with your head in your hands

- You look up at him with red puffy eyes

- “Hey, what’s wrong?” He says and walks up to you

- You start crying again so he sits down and lets you cry into his suit

- He shushes you softly as he runs his hand through your hair

- After a few minutes, you finally calm down enough to tell him your news

- “I’m pregnant.”

- He looks at you with starry eyes. “Really?”

- You nod and wipe your eyes. “I’m scared, Reiner. You know that my family has a history of complications during pregnancy and labour. What if all that happens to me?”

- “Ok, first question. Do you want this baby?” He asks you

- “What? Of course I do.”

- “Then prepared to be absolutely pampered, complications or not.” He says. “And if there are complications like the rest of your family, I’ll take a leave of absence and take care of you. I’ll carry you to the bathroom if you’re even a little bit nervous about tripping or something.”

- “Really?” You ask, starting to feel a bit less nervous

- “Of course! And if we have to, we’ll book a hotel near the hospital. Either because it’s safer or for your own peace of mind.”

- You smile and hug him. “I love you, Reiner.”

- “I love you more, (Y/N).”

[luna-eclipse2000]

Baby, You’re a Firework

The AOT boys meeting you for the first time at the Fourth of July/Canada Day firework show

Ft. Eren, Armin, Jean, Marco, Levi, Reiner, Bertolt, Connie

Eren

- He didn’t really care for fireworks as a kid

- He just didn’t get the appeal

- But when he got older, he loved going as it symbolized freedom

- Now he gets dressed up in those Old Navy flag shirts and wears a pair of red shorts

- He goes with Armin and Mikasa, obviously

- It’s so crowded that they definitely can’t get close to the front

- “Hey, let’s go up that little hill.” Armin says, pointing behind them

- The three friends climb the hill that has some people sitting on it

- They choose a spot where a tree isn’t blocking their view and sit down

- Armin starts to talk about how old fireworks are and that’s when Eren checks out

- He pulls out his phone and starts scrolling on twitter

- Then he hears a laugh

- It catches his attention somehow which us odd because the waterfront is absolutely packed

- So he looks up and watches as you stumble down the hill from behind him

- You literally take his breath away

- You look behind you to tell whoever you’re with that you’ll be right back

- But you trip on your own foot, causing you to fall down and roll to the bottom of the hill

- Eren is up in a flash and runs down after you

- “Hey, are you alright? That was a pretty nasty fall you took there.”

- “Yeah. I’m fine.” You say, sitting up. “I’m just a little clumsy”

- He holds out his hand and pulls you up

- He finally gets a good look at your face and to say he thinks you look stunning is an understatement

- “Hi. I’m Eren”

- “(Y/N). Thanks for helping me up”

- “No problem. You want someone to walk with you wherever you’re going?”

- You look a bit unsure but when you see your friend shooing you with a smile on her face, and two people sitting just below her and looking pretty ecstatic, probably Eren’s friends, you agree

- You also think he’s incredibly handsome and you’ll probably stay with him near where you’re going so your friend doesn’t start mocking you until you’re ready

- The fireworks begin to go off so you look up excitedly

- He looks down at you with admiration in his eyes

Armin

- Armin loves fireworks

- He loves how something so magical is real

- Plus the show always takes place by the water, so he’s happy about that

- “Did you know that England uses to have someone called the ‘Fire Master of England?’” He asks his friends

- “Really?” Mikasa asks

- “What the hell is that?” Eren asks

- “So Queen Elizabeth the First loved fireworks so much that-“

- “Baby!” A voice squeals as a body throws itself into his side

- Armin grunts as he’s caught off guard

- He looks down at you just as you look up. “I was looking everywhere for you! You said you’d be by the water!”

- Armin blinks a few times. Were you drunk? Were you confused and in need of medical attention? Did he look like your boyfriend? You were super cute, though, so he wasn’t complaining. Just confused

- Then he sees a large male figure walking up to them

- And he understands

- He wraps his arms around you in a hug. “Ah, I’m sorry! I saw Eren and Mikasa and came to say hi. Didn’t realize how long we were talking for.”

- You look so relieved that he understands what’s going on

- You look over at his friends. “Oh, hi! It’s so nice to see you again!”

- Eren’s so fucking confused

- Mikasa catches on right away. “You too. It’s been forever.”

- Armin looks at the guy. “Darling, who’s this? I didn’t think you were bringing any friends.”

- “Oh, he’s no one.” You say and cling to him tighter

- “Ah, well it was nice seeing you.” Armin says, giving a smile to the guy. “Have a nice night.”

- “Ain’t no way you bagged that.” The guy says and then scoffs. “I’m not buying it.”

- Now Eren understands, and he’s ready to throw hands

- But Armin kissing the top if your head catches him off guard

- He lets you go and steps forward. “I suggest you leave my girl alone. You really don’t want to know what I can do when I’m pissed. Do you know exactly where to hit to make you seize up?”

- The guy suddenly looks scared. “No? I do. Now, please. Take your leave, or else you’ll be leaving in a body bag.”

- The guy scoffs and walks away

- Armin breathes out to calm himself down when he feels you wrap your arms around him again

- “Thank you! Thank you, so much! He wasn’t leaving me alone and I got really bad vibes from him.”

- Armin turns around and holds you again. “It’s alright, no need to thank me. Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you did he?”

- You shake your head as you pull away. “No. I saw you and just felt like you’d know what was going on.”

- “Alright, well you’re gonna stay with us, ok?” Armin says. “We’ll bring you wherever you need to go.”

- You nod thankfully. “You’re my hero. Seriously.”

- Armin’s face erupts into a giant blush. “H-Hero? No, please, I was just doing what any sane guy would do!”

- Eren smacks his shoulder. “Armin. You’re her hero.”

- Mikasa gives him a thumbs up

- “Armin? That’s your name? I like it. I’m (Y/N).”

- “Well I like your name as well, (Y/N)”.

- The fireworks start going off, causing Armin to break out into a huge smile

- “Did you know that fireworks originated in China around 2000 years ago?”

Jean

- He’s there with Sasha and Connie

- Marco couldn’t make it as he had to go on vacation to see his family from overseas

- Sasha and Connie are loud

- They’re play fighting, screaming, and just being their usual idiotic selves

- Tonight, however, he can’t take it

- His social battery is already getting drained by all these people so him babysitting them is not gonna happen

- So he decides to take a walk

- It’s difficult to walk though since there’s so many damn people around

- “Hey! Knock it off!” He hears a voice shout

- He instantly looks around and sees you with a guy who’s obviously drunk

- “I said, leave me alone!”

- Jean instantly runs over, barreling over literally everyone

- He pushes the drunk away

- “I think you need a hearing aid, buddy!”

- “Why don’t you mind your own business?” The guy says grabbing Jean’s shirt

- He looks down at the hands, then back up at the guy

- He’s been in this exact same position more times than he can count

- It doesn’t even take that hard of a punch to get the guy to go down

- He’s not knocked out, surprisingly, but he’s definitely reeling

- Jean turns to you and his heart breaks as he sees you shaking

- He notices how pretty you are but pushes that thought away for now

- “Hey, are you alright?”

- You nod. “Th-Thank you.”

- “Don’t worry about it. Do you want me to stay with you in case that dumbass tries anything again?”

- You nod

- “Alright. Then let’s go. He’ll have a harder time finding finding us if we walk away”

- He gently takes your hand and pulls you away

- “I’m Jean, by the way.”

- “(Y/N)”

- You’re still shaken up so when you stop walking away, you wrap your arms around Jean’s waist

- This sets something off in his mind

- You feel safe with him

- You only just met yet your clinging to him like you’re a koala

- Now it’s his goddamn duty to protect you

- He wraps his arm around you to pull you even closer

- “I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry.”

- You nod, feeling yourself calm down

- He’s nice and warm, even though it’s a warm night

- You feel like you’re meant to be pressed into his side

- Like his side was made specifically for you

- The fireworks start going off and you gasp in delight, completely forgetting everything that happened mere minutes ago

- Jean can feel his phone go off in his pocket, but he ignores it

- He’ll answer Sasha and Connie later

- When he has your number tucked securely into his contacts

Marco

- He’s there with his parents and little brothers

- They’ve always gone to see the fireworks

- They found out last year that his youngest brother has some issues with loud sounds so they made sure to bring along some headphones for him

- Marco’s always secretly hoped he’d find someone while watching the show

- He finds the idea romantic, ok?

- One of his brothers starts to say that he needs the washroom so Marco grabs his hand and pulls him through the crowd towards the indoor event space

- He’s standing in line with his brother when he watches you get into the other line (either for the female washroom or the gender neutral one, he doesn’t know)

- He knows it’s weird, seeing a random stranger get in line to use the washroom and think they’re gorgeous

- But he looks at you nonetheless

- You feel someone looking at you so you turn your head and notice Marco

- You wave slightly and find it adorable how he blushes and looks away

- You’ve actually seen him before but never got the chance to say hello

- You work at a local toy store and so you see him and his family come in often to buy gifts for the youngest children

- He’s never noticed you before so he never read your name tag

- He feels embarrassed that he was caught but pushes the feeling aside as he eventually makes it to the front of the line

- As they exit the washroom, he sees you standing by the exit door

- You’re probably waiting for someone

- There’s no way someone like you came here alone

- “Hi there.” You greet

- He stops in his tracks. “Me?”

- “Who else could I be talking to?”

- Marco stays silent. He can’t believe you’re talking to him

- “I was wondering if you were here with anyone.” You look down at his brother. “I mean, anyone else.”

- “Oh, uh. Just my parents and my other brothers.”

- “Oh, ok. Sorry.” You say. You then fish into your bag and pull out a pen. You grab his arm and write down your number. “Text me when you get a chance. My name is (Y/N), by the way.”

- Before he can form a sentence, you’re already gone out the door. He looks down at his arm and sees your pretty handwriting

- He immediately fishes his phone out of his pocket and adds your name and number to his contacts

- He then quickly sends a text

- “Hey, there. You just gave me your number. My name is Marco”

- It doesn’t take you long to respond

- “Hi, Marco. If you want to join me, I’m sitting on a checkered purple blanket by the play structure :)”

- He instantly rushes his brother back to his parents before running off to join you

- He practically slides on the ground to sit, he’s so excited

- He’s never had someone so into him that they write their number on his arm like he’s in a romance movie

- He’s now just realizing that his fantasy is coming true as the fireworks go off

- You lean against him and he just about faints at the contact

Levi

- Despises fireworks

- Hates them

- They’re loud, bright, annoying and make the air smell like shit

- He’s also surrounded by strangers and kids

- And what do those two things have in common?

- Germs

- And germs brings colds and sickness, which he absolutely cannot stand

- He only came because Hanji was going and we all know how much trouble Hanji can get in when by themselves

- He cringes at the sight of all the people standing around

- It feels like a cult to him

- All these people flock to one place to watch this big event in dedication to this one moment in history

- “I wanna get close!” Hanji says as they begin to push through the crowd

- Levi grabs their ponytail. “No, we’re not going in that cesspool”

- “Aw, c’mon, Levi! We need to get good spots!”

- “Don’t care. Not going in.”

- Hanji grabs Levi’s hand out of their hair and starts dragging him

- Knowing damn well that Hanji consistently forgets to wash their hands, he struggles to pull out of their grasp

- “Stop being so stubborn!” Hanji exclaims, gripping their friend tighter

- Levi grabs their wrist and yanks himself out

- But the force causes him to stumble backwards

- Tripping right over your legs as you sit on a blanket

- “Oh, my god, are you ok?” You ask him, his legs laying right over yours

- “Yeah. Fine.” He grumbles. He’s about to stand up and beat the living shit out of Hanji for making him tumble over a stranger but then he meets your concerned gaze

- He stops moving and wonders if he stopped breathing for a second

- “Seriously, that was a bit of a nasty fall. Did you hit your head?”

- “Uh… No. No, I’m fine. Sorry.”

- “Don’t be sorry, you didn’t mean to.”

- He nods and stands back up

- He looks around for Hanji but they seem to have abandoned him

- Levi clicks his tongue in annoyance “Damn, four-eyes”

- “Can’t find your friend?” You ask

- “No. Probably didn’t even realize that I fell.”

- “You can stay with me until they come back.” You offer

- He looks down at you patting the empty spot on the blanket

- He doesn’t know where that blanket’s been

- Hell, he doesn’t know where you’ve been

- But for some reason, he can’t say no to that sweet face

- So he sits down and crosses his legs

- “I’m (Y/N)”

- “Levi”

- You pull out a small thing of hand sanitizer and put some in your hand before holding your hand out to shake his

- Yup, he’s instantly star struck

- He takes your hand and shakes it. “I see you like your cleanliness, too?”

- “Mhm. I have a thing with germs. Just the thought creeps me out”

- The fireworks start going off and suddenly, he’s seeing them in a new light

- Maybe they’re not so bad after all

Reiner

- He doesn’t mind fireworks

- He’d honestly prefer to be at home and watch them from his backyard but the city banned backyard fireworks this year so he was forced to go out

- He doesn’t go with anyone

- He had a barbecue earlier in the afternoon so now he’s unwinding from having to talk to people

- It’s not that he doesn’t like people, he just likes not having to entertain them all the time

- He’s still a depressed bean so keeping up face is exhausting

- This is his time

- His time to be alone

- His time to-

- His head whips around as you pass him

- He can’t take his eyes off you as you push through the crowd

- So he turns and starts to follow you

- He doesn’t mean to be creepy

- He just hasn’t felt like this in years so he doesn’t want to let it go so quickly

- It’s like you’re a magnet and he’s metal

- Or a witch and you’ve casted a spell on him

- He follows you to the back of the crowd and watches as you walk over to a group of people

- A group that contains other guys

- The feeling washes away immediately and is replaced by more depression

- There’s no way in hell you aren’t here with one of those guys

- “Hey, looks like you’ve got an admirer.” Your friend says as he points to Reiner

- You turn around and see him

- You think he’s incredibly attractive with those broad shoulders and tall stature

- He starts to walk back into the crowd

- You feel your friend push you

- “Go get him! Bring him over!”

- You nod and quickly run back

- “Excuse me!” You grab his shoulder and when he looks down, his eyes widen

- He can’t believe it

- You stopped him

- “I was wondering if you wanted to join me and my friends.”

- “Friends?” He repeats. “Not your boyfriend?”

- You chuckle. “No. I don’t have one”

- He feels his heart leap for joy. “I’m Reiner.”

- “(Y/N)”

- You bring him back and introduce him to your friends

- They all seem jealous that such a fine man wants to talk with you

- You just smile smugly and grab his arm

- He’s so touch starved that he almost gets on his knees for you

- The show starts and you all watch as the sky lights up in different colours

- You rest your head against his strong arm

- He’s pretty sure he feels his nose start to bleed

Bertolt

- He’s afraid of fireworks

- The sound and light brings back bad memories

- Whenever someone sets off fireworks, he immediately turns on a movie, putting the sound on full blast and hiding under the covers

- He does this during thunderstorms, too

- But his therapist wants him to do exposure therapy

- It’s easier for thunderstorms

- He just has to sit by the window in silence

- But fireworks?

- Those only come around every few months

- And his therapist wants him to go to the show

- He only agreed to go if he brings someone with him

- So Reiner and Annie step up to the plate

- She’s pretty nonchalant while Reiner us praising him up and down

- “You got this, Bert!” “Look at you! You’re doing so good!” “You’re gonna own these bastard fireworks in no time!”

- This helps but he’s still nervous as all hell

- The amount of people isn’t making it any easier

- With all the people buzzing with excitement, it’s just churning his stomach

- They opt to stay on the outside of the crowd

- As the clock strikes ten, Reiner puts an arm around his friend’s shoulder

- He feels a bit more confident

- But when that first firework goes off, he’s no more than a small dog

- He basically becomes a mouse

- He just wants to run and hide

- But with Reiner there, he can’t

- Another firework goes off, so he covers his ears

- Another, he closes his eyes

- And when the fourth one goes off, all that churning comes bubbling to the surface

- He pushes Reiner off and runs away, holding his mouth closed under the bile is too much in his mouth and he lets it out into the grass

- “Oh, sweetie, are you ok?” A soft, sweet voice says from behind him

- He tries to look up but he can’t as his stomach continues to empty

- He feels you start to rub his back comfortingly. “Here. Wipe your mouth”

- He takes the tissue out of your hands and wipes his mouth clean

- As he stands up, he turns to you but keeps his gaze down. “I- Um- I’m sorry”

- “Don’t be sorry.” You say. “Are you alright?”

- He finally looks up at your face and instantly wishes he didn’t

- You’re so beautiful that it makes him almost puke again

- Why did he have to be sick in front of someone like you?

- He opens his mouth to answer but a very loud ‘boom’ sounds off

- He drops the tissue and covers his ears

- You can see the poor boy shaking in his boots

- “Oh, sweetie.” You coo and run over to your bag. Your friend was supposed to join you, but she had to go away for the weekend. You just never removed the noise cancelling headphones from your bag

- You hand them over to him. When you see his eyes closed, you gently touch his arm. He finally opens them and looks at the headphones

- “Here. These should help”

- He gratefully takes the headphones and puts them on

- “Thank you”

- He calms down almost instantly. But you can still see him shaking

- So you gently grab his hand and smile up at him

- His hand is sweaty, but you don’t mind at all

- “It’s ok to be scared. I’ll stay with you until it’s over, ok? I’m (Y/N)”

- “I’m Bertolt.”

- Reiner and Annie watch the whole ordeal go down and tease him about it later

- Only he could pick someone up by blowing chunks in front of them

- Safe to say though that you exchanged numbers and talk all the time

Connie

- This boy goes crazy for the Fourth of July/Canada Day

- He’s wearing a hat, face paint, flag shirt, matching shorts, flags in both hands, and even has celebratory crocs with matching Jibbitz

- Safe to say he stands out

- And in a crowd of thousands, that’s hard to do

- He’s there with Jean and Sasha, Sasha being dressed up too but not like him

- Jean in that moment really starts to question where he went wrong in life to get Connie and Sasha as his best friends

- Connie, even though his get up seems finished, needs more merch

- So he leaves Sasha and Jean to man their spot as he pushes through the crowd and up to the stand selling just about everything he could hope for

- Is part of him doing this to annoy Jean more? Abso-fucking-lutely

- He looks at all the items on offer when he notices someone walk up beside him

- He’s mesmerized but not just because you look amazing, but because you match his vibe

- You are wearing a light up hat and a necklace that’s singing the national anthem

- And don’t get him started on your makeup

- It’s way more elaborate than the painted stripes he did on his cheeks

- You look at him and smile widely when you see how decked out he is

- “I thought I was the only crazy one here!”

- “Crazy? Baby, you haven’t seen crazy yet”

- You laugh in response

- He wants to hear you laugh again

- No, scratch that. He needs to hear you laugh again

- So he buys the bubble wand and presses the button so bubbles start shooting out

- He starts screeching the anthem at the top of his lungs like a damn seagull

- You laugh so hard you nearly fall down

- Connie catches you though, so you end up laughing into his chest

- You’ve finally found another person who’s as insane as you are

- Connie knows how rare it is to find another person like him, so he knows he can’t just let you go

- “Are you here with anyone?”

- “Yeah, technically.” You sigh. “But they all thought I was being annoying and left. I was gonna buy something to cheer myself up”

- “No need.” Connie says, linking your arm with his. “You have new friends. Sasha’s like us and Jean actually tolerates our craziness. Pretty sure he secretly likes it”

- You giggle and hold his arm tighter

- “Then take me to thy leader!”

- He laughs and begins to lead you back. “I’m Connie.”

- “Nice to meet you, Connie. I’m (Y/N)”

- Sasha and Jean give each other a look as you two approach. They’ll leave Connie alone for now

- But once you’re gone? They’re mocking the living shit out of him

- Titanic references. Singing ‘A Whole New World’. Humming the wedding tune. Making kissing noises- the whole nine yards

- As the fireworks start going off, he starts screaming the national anthem

- Jean covers his ears and then his jaw drops as you join him

- People start giving you looks

- “Oh, god. Now there’s three of them” Jean says

[luna-eclipse2000]

Sweet Summer Heat

Jean Kirschtein x reader

It’s a warm summer day in the middle of July. It’s beautiful and sunny out. Kids are playing on their lawns, people are at the pool, and just enjoying the heat in general. Except for you. You can’t handle heat at all. You get cold drinks and eat ice cream during the winter. If it’s 25° celsius or higher, you’re not leaving your house until it cools down. No, you prefer to sit inside in the nice air conditioning so you don’t overheat.

Nothing can get you outside in this heat. Not one, single-

Ding.

Your door bell rings. “I’m not expecting anything.” You say to yourself. The bell rings again so you get up and walk over to the door. You look through the little window that’s at the top and see Jean standing there. You feel your heart flutter before quickly opening the door. He’s standing there in his blue button-up short sleeved shirt (one of your personal favourites of his) and a pair on white shorts. He usually leaves his hair down but since it’s hot out, he put it up.

“Hey.” He greets you simply. “Hi. What are you doing here?” You ask. “I, uh, wanted to see if you wanted to hang out.” Jean answers. “Just me?” You ask. “No one else?”

“I asked Sasha, but she’s taking some seafood class with Niccolo.” Jean says. “Connie isn’t picking up. And Mikasa’s hanging out with Eren and Armin.”

“Oh… So I’m a backup?” You say. You meant to say that in your head, but it had other plans. You stand there, feeling like a jerk. “Shit, sorry, that came out wrong.” Jean quickly apologizes. “No, I was always planning on asking you. It’s just that no one else wanted to come.”

“Oh, ok.” You say, feeling slightly less embarrassed. “Um, I’m not sure. Where would we be going?”

“I was thinking down by the water.” Jean answers. “There’s a music festival going on. I thought it’d be fun. There’s live bands, obviously, some food trucks, rides and games.”

You cringe at the thought, but don’t let it show on your face. As you stand in the doorway, you can feel the humidity. “Um…” You say. You’re about to decline his offer, but the look in his eyes clenches your heart. He looks dejected, knowing that you’re about to say no. You can tell that all he wants is to hang out with someone. So against your better judgment… “Sure. Why the hell not?”

His head perks up. “Seriously? You want to go with me?”

You nod. “Yeah, of course! Sounds like fun!” It actually sounds like torture, being around so many sweaty people in the hot sun, but he looks so happy and it’s too late to take it back now. “Let me just get changed and put on sun screen. Come in.”

You stand aside so he can enter. “Thanks.” He says. “Wow. Your house is freezing.”

“Well we’re not in the middle of winter, Jean.” You remind him. “I’d prefer to be cold while inside, not sweating my ass off. I’ll be right back.”

You head upstairs and change into the coolest set of clothes you can find. A pair of cotton shorts. A cotton tank top. And a pair of sandals so you don’t have to wear socks. You head back downstairs and into the kitchen where you take a second to rummage through the junk drawer in order to grab your sunscreen.

“Have you put any sunscreen on?” You ask Jean as he stands by the front door. “Yeah, don’t worry.” He answers. “Do you need any help?”

“Could you do my back?” You request. “Sure.” He says and walks over to you. He takes the bottle of sunscreen from your hand and puts some into his. You move your hair out of the way as he starts to rub the liquid over your exposed skin. His hands move methodically as he focuses on getting every inch of skin so you don’t get burned.

It feels nice to you, almost like a massage. You swear he should’ve been a massage therapist. I mean, his hands are large enough and he certainly has the muscle strength to get out any knots he’d find.

Jean has finished rubbing the sunscreen in for about a minute now but he just wants to savour the feeling of your skin. Sure, it’s a bit sticky now but that doesn’t deter him. He still thinks it’s the softest thing he’s ever touched in his life. Then he finally stops, much to the dismay of both of you. He thinks you were starting to find it weird, but you were honestly starting to fall asleep where you stood.

“Alright. Let’s go.” He says and the quickly turns around. You can’t see it since his back is already to you, but he’s blushing a bit too hard for his liking. You follow him to the door and mentally groan as the humidity hits you like a train. You follow him to his car, which was a hand-me-down from his mom for his 18th birthday, and hop in the front seat.

It takes about ten minutes to get down to the water and another ten before you finally find a parking spot. You weren’t complaining, though, as you let the AC blast in your face. You can hear the loud music from here as you exit the car.

“Alright, where do you wanna go first?” Jean asks.

You shrug. “I dunno. Why don’t you choose? You’ve been here before, right?”

He nods. “Yeah. I came last year when Marco was playing.”

“Oh, really?” You ask as you two start to make your way down to the festival. “I haven’t seen him in forever. Is he playing this year?”

“No, he’s over in Australia doing some charity work.” Jean answers. “Of course Marco would willingly go to a place with spiders as big as my head.” You say. “What, you don’t like spiders?” He asks teasingly, knowing you don’t.

You visibly cringe. “Hell no. I can barely handle little house spiders. Remember when I used to call you over to kill one for me?”

“You mean in the middle of the night when I was finishing off an important project?” He says, remembering the exact moment you’re talking about. “How could I forget you screaming into my ear through the phone and then climbing my back like a goddamn tree?”

“Ok, don’t be so dramatic.” You say, smacking his arm lightly. “I was not screaming.”

“That’s what it sounded like to me.” He says. The crowd on the street gets thicker as you two reach the entrance to the festival. “Wanna go on a ride?”

You look at the area they set up and see a few little rides: A ferris wheel, obviously, a little rollercoaster, one of those gravity rides where the floor drops out, and one that swings like a pendulum. “Yeah, let’s do the pendulum!” You exclaim excitedly. The two of you head over and get into line.

When it’s your turn and you take a seat, you groan at the feeling of sweat under you. “They couldn’t wipe the seats off first? When I stand, everyone’s gonna think I pissed myself.”

“You want me to check to make sure you’re good to walk?” Jean offers. “Sure. Thanks.” You accept. He’s a sneaky bugger, Jean. He’s using this opportunity as an excuse to look at your behind without you getting suspicious. But then he starts to feel like a gross frat boy, taking your trust and running with it. So he shakes his head as the ride starts to move.

The both of you scream and holler in joy at the feeling of swinging high up into the air, and then plunging back down towards the ground. The ride ends about a minute later and Jean does as he offered, but doesn’t take his time like he did with the sunscreen. “You’re fine. Don’t worry.”

You sigh in relief. “Oh, good. Now, c’mon. Let’s go play some games.”

You two immediately head over to all the games set up with cheap, dumb prizes for people to win. Jean doesn’t really care about the prizes. Any time he wins one of these games, he ends up giving it to the person he beat. It just brings out his competitive side which he loves to feel. It’s like a small adrenaline rush.

So as you two sit down at the water shoot game, your friendship basically goes out the window. You’re now his enemy. And enemies need to be conquered. Two more people step up to the game and take the seats beside you. Seeing the determined, smug look in his eyes makes you want to beat him.

“Alright, ready?” The carney says. “Set. Go!”

You aim the water gun right at the centre and quickly start to pull ahead of Jean’s little character. Suddenly, you feel him poke your ribs, causing you to stop pushing the button. You gasp and tart to press the button again. Unfortunately, those few seconds were enough for him to beat you.

“You little cheater!” You scolds playfully. Jean just smiles in response but then stops as he hears the kid beside you start to cry. He gets up from his seat and kneels down in front of the boy. “Hey, kid. Which prize do you want?”

“H-Huh?” The boy asks through his tears. “Which prize?” Jean repeats. “C’mon there has to be one you want, right? I don’t really care for the prizes, so tell the carney which one you want.”

“Um… I’d like that one.” He says as he rubs his eyes. “The orange penguin?” Jean asks as he looks at the prize. “Nice choice.” The carney gets the prize down and hands it to Jean, who then hands it to the boy.

“Alright, James. What do you say?” His mother asks. “Thank you!” The boy says, smiling wide as he hugs his new toy. “No problem, buddy.” Jean says as they walk away.

You feel your heart swell watching the interaction go on. “That was so sweet of you.”

“Ah, well, didn’t want to leave the little man disappointed.” Jean says, brushing off his kindness. He notices the look you’re giving him and looks away with another blush on his face. “Where to next?”

You two wander between the different games until you spot a prize you desperately want. It’s a white polar bear with a blue tie. “Oh, my god, that bear’s so cute!”

“You want it?” He asks. You nod quickly. He walks up to the carney and hands her the money. It’s one of those balloon pop games. The sign says that he only has to pop five in a row to win a medium prize, but he’s determined to show off. He grabs the darts and starts to quickly throw them into each balloon, popping each one as he does. You and the carney are pretty impressed by his aiming.

“I think I deserve two prizes for popping them all.” Jean says smugly before flashing you his signature smug, shit-eating grin. “Uh, yeah. You can say that again.” The carney says. “Which two would you like, sir?”

“Which would you like?” He asks you. You obviously point out the bear, and then you look and see a matching one with a red bowtie instead. “You want both bears?��� You nod. “Then both bears you shall have.”

The carney grabs both bears and hands them to you. I tuck the blue tied one under your arm and then hold out the red tied one round him. “What you can’t carry both yourself?” Jean asks. “Need a big strong man to help you?”

“No, I wanted us to have matching bears.” You answer innocently. His heart feels like it’s actually going to explode. You smile up at him as he takes the bear out of your hand. Anyone else who looks at Jean right now would just see him as a gruff, 6’4 man. But he’s pretty sure he’s melting into a puddle from the cuteness.

“You wanna head towards the stage now?” You ask. He nods silently as he holds the bear. As you two walk back out into the sun, you realize that it was probably a bad idea winning the prize so soon. You now had to a carry a fluffy plush in the scorching heat. You almost die just at the realization, and then die again as you feel your hand heat up. You pass by the indoor building where the bathrooms, event space and the regular food stands lives, and want to run into the nice air conditioning.

But you promised Jean to go watch the bands for a bit so you soldier on. The music is good. Some songs make you want to rip your ears off, but others aren’t bad. Typically these types of events are for first time performers and indie bands. You can easily tell who the indie players and who the newbies are. The sun starts to get so hot that you stumble into Jean. He immediately notices how red you look.

“Hey, why don’t we head inside and cool off?” He suggests. You quickly nod and leave your spot to head over to the building. There’s a few people inside waiting for the washrooms and just cooling off in general. Jean runs over to an empty table so no one else claims it. You take a seat and place your bear on the table top. He does too but keeps his eye on you just in case you decide to faint.

He cools down relatively fast. But you still feel boiling. “Goddamn, is it hot in here or is it me?” You ask. “It’s you.” He responds quickly. He didn’t mean for that to come out. His face turns red as the both of you stare at each other. “Uh- I mean, you still look like you’re hot. So I’m just gonna, uh, go grab you some water.” He quickly stands up and rushes over to the vending machine.

He sighs in relief thinking he just saved himself from any awkwardness. You, however, feel a bit sad and a little insecure now. You know that you were reading too much into that. It was pretty obvious that you were still really hot from the hot. And you did ask the question. But you did hope that he thought you looked hot. Or at least pretty. But you’re drenched in sweat so that look’s probably out the window by now.

He returns with the cold water and opens it for you. “Here. You’ll feel better.”

You nod silently and take the bottle from him. The sudden cold on your hot hands causes you to gasp. It feels good. You take a sip and then quickly start to chug it. “Good thing I got that for you.” Jean says when you eventually stop drinking, over half the water is gone. “You were seriously dehydrated. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to keep interrupting your fun.” You answer honestly. “You wouldn’t have interrupted my fun.” Jean says. “I just want to hang out with you. That’s where the fun is.”

You smile, feeling a bit better. But you still have that aching feeling in your stomach over how fast he explained his words. “We’ll stay inside for as long as you want, ok?” Jean says. You nod, taking another sip of water. You both go on your phones. You start playing a game a solitaire to relax mind while he just pretends to be doing something. In reality, he keeps looking at you.

He can see that something’s wrong. You were talking your head off not too long ago about the bad music and which songs you did like. But now you’re oddly silent. Did he do something to set you off? Did he not recover as well as he thought he did? Oh great, now you were feeling embarrassed that he called you hot, the very thing he tried to avoid. He watches as the red flush disappears and is replaced by its normal hue. He swears he can see tears prick at your eyes, but he opts not to say anything in fear of humiliating you further.

He knows he didn’t ask you outright, but he’s viewing this as a date. He thought he was doing so well earlier. He won you prizes, got your heart to melt, showed off his skills, made you laugh it was going great! Then he had to open that stupid horse mouth of his and ruin it all. “You ready to go back out and walk around?” Jean asks. “We can go try some of the food trucks. I hear there’s one that sells gelato.”

You nod silently and put your phone away. He had to make this not-official date better. He couldn’t drop you off at home with you like this. So off to the food trucks you went. You finally find the gelato truck and get in line. “What are you gonna get?” He asks. “I’m thinking of getting salted caramel.”

You hum for a second as your eyes scan the menu board. Some of the items are covered with a Sold Out sign so you have a bit of a limited amount of options. “I’m gonna get lemon blueberry.”

You two get up to the server and you tell him what you want. Jean then quickly adds his orders and pulls out his wallet again. “Jean, I can get my own gelato.” You say. “I have money.”

“I know you do but I asked you to come with me, so I’m paying.” Jean says. You open your mouth to protest again. “Don’t argue with me, it isn’t gonna work.”

So you close your mouth again as Jean hands over the money. “Have a nice day.” The server says as you two walk away with your bowls of gelato clutched between your hands. You two walk around aimlessly while enjoying the sweet treat. You watch as he licks his spoon. You start to wonder what it would feel like for his lips to be on yours. When you realize that you’re getting jealous of a damn treat, you start talking about how his job at the art museum is going.

You chat and joke, but Jean can still sense that something’s off. The sun begins to set a bit so things start cooling off. The crowd thins, which also helps the temperature.

Taking one final bet into fixing what he did, he brings you over to the Ferris wheel. “You like Ferris wheels, right?” He asks.

You nod. “Yeah. I like watching the buildings go bigger and smaller.”

You two get up to the front of the line and wait until the red car stops in front of you. A couple gets out and you’re helped in first. Jean quickly slips the operator a bill. “Stop us at the top, please.” He whispers.

The man takes the money and nods as Jean quickly follows after you. He places his bear to his left so that there isn’t a barrier between you two. He watches as your face lights up, completely ignoring his surroundings. The car stops perfectly at the top of the ride giving you the best view of the lake and the city. You look down at all the people walking home from the festival.

“So, you gonna finally tell me what’s wrong?” Jean asks suddenly. You gasp softly and look at him. You thought you were doing such a good job at hiding your feelings. But his eyes tell you that he knows something’s off.

“What- What do you mean?” You stutter. You don’t want to ruin the end of the night by saying anything. It’s vain and a little selfish. “You’ve been acting off since we went inside.” He says. Damn it. He was such a good observer. “I thought you were still just overheated. Then I thought you might be hungry or had low blood sugar. But you’re still off. Did I do something wrong?”

You open your mouth to act dumb again. But he’s got you totally trapped. “I…” He looks at you with concern, determined to fix whatever it is. Determined to make you feel better. You sigh and look back out at the scenery. “You called me hot…” He sighs. He knew it. He knew that slip up made you uncomfortable. “and you didn’t mean it.”

“Huh?” Is all he can say. “You said ‘It’s just you’ when I asked if it was hot inside or if it was just me.” You remind him. “Then you said that you meant that it had to be me because I still looked hot. And then you went and got me water.”

“I thought it was because I had callee you hot.” He asks. “Wait, what?” You ask, looking back at him. “Ah, shit.” He thinks to himself. No back tracking now. “I, um… I did mean to call you hot. But I didn’t mean to say it out loud. I thought it made you uncomfortable so I reiterated what I meant. Why are you upset I didn’t stick to my word?”

“Well…” You fiddle with your fingers nervously. “Because then that means you think I’m attractive, like how I think you’re attractive.” Jean’s heart almost stops at your confession. “I know everyone says you look like a horse, but I don’t. I’ve always thought you were incredibly handsome. So… yeah, I guess that’s it. I just wanted someone to tell me I look nice.”

Jean blinks for a few seconds as the ride begins to turn again. How could you be insecure about yourself? And you’re so insecure that you just want someone to say you look nice? Not stunning or gorgeous? Is the bar really set that low? He figures he needs to get a shovel and dig in order to reach it if the goal is basically just ‘say I look nice’. Now he’s on a mission. No way in hell is he gonna let you go a day without being complimented.

“I always think you look nice.” He confesses. “You look stunning no matter how you dress. Like when you were in your PJs when I came to get you. You looked adorable. And now? You look amazing! You could wear a damn potato sack and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful person on the face of the earth. I thought I was being so obvious!”

“Obvious?” You ask, tilting your head slightly. “About what? About how you like the way I look?”

The ride stops so you two are forced to get out. He doesn’t answer right away as he walks to the rope that sections off the pathway and the water. “Not just the way you look.” He says. “You in general. Your laugh. Your personality. Your voice. I love it all.”

“You love me?” You ask, feeling your heart leap with joy. “Of course.” He says, turning to look at you. “I’ve just never mustered up the courage to ask you out. So I kinda… never actually asked anyone else to join me today. I made all those reasons up. I knew today would keep them away from here since it’s so hot. But I guess I never stopped to consider that you’d get overheated, too.”

You smile softly. “Next time, we’re staying inside.”

“Next time?” He asks hopefully. “Well, yeah.” You confirm, gently taking his hand in yours. “This doesn’t technically count as a first date since you didn’t properly ask me. So we still need to have one. I mean, if we’re gonna start going out.”

He swears fireworks start going off. You rub your thumb over the back of his hand, looking down and smiling softly. “Then would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Of course, I would.”

[luna-eclipse2000]

Broken bones

Jean x gn!reader

“Remind me how you did this to yourself?” You ask as Jean enters your dorm room with a leg cast on and using crutches. “Eren was being a little shit again.” Jean answers. “Uh huh, it’s always Eren’s fault.” You say sarcastically as you close the door. “From what I heard, you started it.”

“Mikasa probably said that, she’s always sticking up for him when she knows it’s his fault!” Jean says angrily. “Ok, calm down.” You say, throwing your hands up in surrender. “Just take a seat and I’ll go get you the homework.”

You head down the small hall as Jean hobbles over to your saggy couch that you bought off Craigslist for only $50, and into your room. You head to your desk, grab your binder labeled ‘History 102’ and flip to the very back of it. You bought one that had the front and back pockets for your own homework and a spot to put those who weren’t able to make it to class that day. Once you grab the sheet with the small list of things to do for next class, you head back out to the living room to see that Jean has put his foot up on the coffee table with a pillow under it. You hold back a snicker at the sight.

“Aw, poor baby.” You tease. “You want me to kiss it better?”

“Well, now that you mention it-“

Jean says, causing you to smack his shoulder. “Hey, hey! I’m already injured, thank you.”

You roll your eyes and hand him the sheet. Jean grabs it and looks over the list. “We have to write an entire essay by Friday?”

“Yup. So you better get to it.” You say. Jean sighs and you can practically hear the wheels turning in his head as he tries to come up with an idea for this assignment. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Mhm.” You hum. “But I’m not saying because I don’t want you stealing my idea.”

“Have at least a little bit of faith in me.” He says. You look down at his cast and see that no one’s signed it yet. Maybe signing casts was an elementary thing only. You wouldn’t know because even though your high school was full of idiots, you never saw anyone with a cast on. Maybe a brace, but no casts. You remember the time when you broke your wrist from trying to do a trick on the monkey bars in second grade and how happy it made you to have your friends, family and just random classmates sign it.

So you get up from the couch and head back to your room where you grab out your pack of sharpies. You discard the boring colours- black, browns, greys, just all the darker colours because that won’t spark any joy- and re-enter the living room. You take a seat on the floor, grab out a green sharpie and sign your name in bubble letters. Then you pull out a red and pink sharpie and start doodling little hearts all around your name.

“Uh, (y/n)? What on earth are you doing?” Jean asks once he notices you. “I’m drawing.” You answer simply. “But why hearts?” Jean asks. “Because then you’ll always know that I love you even when you’re being a hot headed jerk.”

“How was I being the hot head?” Jean asks rhetorically. “Eren pushed me down the stairs!”

“Or you tripped and your ego is making you place blame on an easy target.” You say jokingly as you grab out your yellow sharpie and start drawing little smiley faces. “Ok, will you stop that?” Jean says as he shifts his leg away from you.

You look up at him with a hurt expression on your face. “Sorry… I thought you’d like it.”

“I’m sorry…” Jean apologizes. “I do really appreciate it.”

“Then can I go back to what I was doing?” You ask hopefully. Jean hesitates with answering so you pout, knowing how weak it makes him. He sighs and shuffled his leg back towards you. “Fine. Just as long as you help me with this stupid assignment.”

“Done!” You agree with a smile as you go back to drawing your smiley faces. Jean just smiles softly, shakes his head and then pulls out his phone to do a little bit of research just to be able to say he did some.

[luna-eclipse2000]

Sweater Weather

Jean x reader

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“You’re sure you wanna spend Christmas Eve here?” Jean asks you as you two walk up to his house in Trost District. “You don’t wanna spend it in the interior? They set up a big tree and I hear an inventor might be showing his new project. Lights on strings that don’t cause a fire.”

“I’ve been to Mitras for Christmas for 18 years of my life. I wanna spend it with you in your hometown.” You say. “Besides, your mom’s great.”

You and Jean have been dating for seven months but you’ve barely gotten out to meet his mom. Jean’s met your family but they scoffed and asked why you didn’t choose someone from your district. At least one in the interior. Jean knocks on the door. “Coming!” Mrs. Kirschtein calls from inside and then you two hear her coming down the stairs. When she opens the door, her face erupts into a bright smile. “Oh, Jean-boy, you’re here!” She pulls him into a hug and kisses his cheek.

“Mom, please.” Jean says with a blush, showing he’s embarrassed. “I’m sorry, sweetie, but I hardly see you now that you’re so high up in the military.” Mrs. Kirschtein says before looking at you. “Hello, (y/n). It’s been a while since I last saw you.”

“Almost a year, Mrs. Kirschtein.” You say. “Please, come in.” She says as she stands off to the side. “The fire’s on so go get warmed up. I’ll take your jackets and scarfs.”

You two enter the house then remove your winter gear before going to the living room and sitting down in front of the fire to get warm. “So, how’s thing’s been at work?” Mrs. Kirschtein asks. “It’s going good.” You answer. “We have a plan to get into Marley and see what they’re all about. It’ll probably take a little while, though.”

“Well, as you two are helping to protect our home.” Mrs. Kirschtein says as she brings over a plate of bread with some jams. “Are you two doing anything at headquarters tomorrow? I heard it’s Captain Levi’s birthday.”

“He doesn’t really like to celebrate his birthday but doesn’t mind if we celebrate Christmas.” You tell her. “As long as we don’t disturb him doing paperwork.” Jean adds. “Honestly, he doesn’t care what we do as long as we don’t dirty the place, disturb him or cause a fight. Mikasa got a tree yesterday and Sasha and Connie were decorating it when we left.”

“Well, I have a gift for both of you.” Mrs. Kirschtein says as she exits the room, goes into a broom closet and pulls out two wrapped presents. “I tried to make the brown paper look more festive by tying red string on the top.” She hands them to you.

“Thanks, mom.” Jean thanks her as you open them. When the paper’s all off, you see that they’re matching knitted sweaters. It’s red, green and white with a ‘J’ in the centre of Jean’s and your first initial on yours. “Oh… Thanks, mom.”

“Do you like them?” Mrs. Kirschtein asks excitedly. “Yeah, it’s great.” Jean says as you put yours on. “It’s really warm!” You say happily. “I’ll go place mine upstairs in my room.” Jean says as he goes to stand up. “No, no, no, put it on!” Mrs. Kirschtein instructs. “I wanna see you two matching.”

“Mom, I’m not a child…” Jean says. “Please, Jean-boy?” Mrs. Kirschtein pleads. “And can you please stop calling me Jean-boy?” Jean asks. His mom looks a bit hurt. “Oh… Of course. You are an adult now.”

You lean over to Jean and whisper, “Put the sweater on, Jean.”

He sighs and puts his sweater on. He also puts on a fake smile but it seems to fool his mom. “It’s great. I love it.”

“I knew you would!” Mrs. Kirschtein says, seemingly forgetting that her son told you to stop calling him her favourite nickname for him. “Dinner should be ready. Let me just go check.”

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“Bye, Mrs. Kirschtein!” You say as you two leave her house. “Dinner was great!”

“Don’t be stranger, come back whenever you want!” Mrs. Kirschtein says. “Bye, Jean-b- Jean!”

You notice that Jean looks down at the snow covered road when she doesn’t call him ‘Jean-boy’. “What was all that you tried to pull?” You ask him. “My mom’s pretty embarrassing.” Jean says. “I mean, you remember when she showed up during training and gave me that omelette.”

“You were a dick to her in that moment just like you were an hour ago.” You say. “And all moms are embarrassing. They’ll always see you as a tiny baby she can hold her in arms.”

“You’re mom’s never been embarrassing.” Jean pouts. “Remind me to tell you the story of how she reacted when I said I was going into training, then how she acted when I said I wasn’t joining the MPs after the Trost incident.”

“Yeah, but is she make you and your partner matching sweaters with your initials in the centre embarrassing?” Jean asks. “Jean, she just loves you.” You say. “Plus, did you see how hurt she looked when you told her to stop calling you Jean-boy?” Jean doesn’t respond. “I think we should come back here tomorrow and wear the sweaters she made us.”

“I mean… I guess they’re not horrible.” Jean says. “And they are pretty warm.”

“You just need to stop putting your ego first.” You tell him. “Because we all know that you’re a giant softy underneath who loves it when his mom makes his clothes, makes him food, and calls him Jean-boy.”

Jean smiles. “Just call me out on it whenever it happens again, alright?”

You smile and nod. “Definitely… Jean-boy.”

[luna-eclipse2000]

In Sickness and In Health

Marco Bodt x reader

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I wake up to the sound of my boyfriend puking in the washroom. I get up from the bed and go over to him. “Marco, are you ok?”

“Yeah.” Marco replies and then coughs. “Yeah, I’m fine, (y/n). Go back to sleep.”

I sit on the edge of the bathtub and rub his back. “Dinner not sit?”

“I don’t know.” Marco replies. “I’ve kinda been up and down all night.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” I ask him. “Because I didn’t wanna disturb your sleep.” Marco replies before throwing up again. “You look so cute when you sleep.”

“I’m gonna go grab the thermometer to check your temperature.” I tell him as I stand up and go into the medicine cabinet. I find the thermometer and go back over to Marco. “Alright, lift your arm.” I instruct him. He does as he’s told and once I put it in place, he puts his arm back down until it beeps. 101.2.

“Neither of us are going into work today, alright?” I tell him. “You got quite the fever.”

“I understand why I’m staying home but… why you?” Marco asks. “So I can take care of you, silly.” I answer. “You shouldn’t be getting up for anything except to use the washroom.”

Marco smiles tiredly at me. “Thanks. I don’t deserve you.”

I run my fingers through his hair. “You go back to bed and I’ll get you a wet cloth for your neck and some tea.”

Marco nods and stands up. He flushes the toilet and goes back to the bed. I go into the closet and pull out a hand towel to wrap around Marco’s neck so his temperature comes down. I turn on the tap and place the towel under it so it soaks in the water. I ring it out and then go place it around Marco’s neck who sighs a bit from the nice, cool feeling. I then head downstairs and pull out some ginger tea. I turn the kettle on and then go to the fridge and pull out a lemon. I cut a piece off and put it in Marco’s favourite mug which was a joke gift from Jean a few years ago. I hear the kettle start to whistle so I take it off the stove and pour the water into the mug followed by the tea bag. I wait a few minutes for the tea to steep before taking the lemon and tea bag out of the mug. I head back upstairs and go over to Marco. “Here, sweetie.” I say as I hand him the mug. “It’s ginger and lemon.”

“Thank you.” Marco thanks me as he takes a sip. “I’ll make you some soup later, ok?” I tell him. He nods as I stand up. “Can you stay with me?” Marco asks. The way he asks me just about makes my heart explode. “Yeah, alright.” I agree as I climb into bed with him. He places the mug on his bedside table and then cuddles into my side. “You sure do get clingy when you’re sick.” I laugh. “I’m sorry.” Marco apologizes. “You just make me feel better.”

[luna-eclipse2000]

AOT characters and how they’d react when they propose to you, then you reveal you were going to propose at the same time.

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Eren

- You two have probably been dating for about 2 1/2 or 3 years

- Definitely met in a bar or club

- He took you to the place you’ve always wanted to visit

- Whether that’s in your state/province, country or internationally

- We all know that Eren presents himself as big and tough but on the inside he’s a softy with awkward tendencies. So plan for him to be stuttering a little bit from nerves

- Don’t worry, though, it’s not like Wattpad y/n I’m-So-Quirky stuttering

- Once he finishes his spiel, your reaction is “You damn motherfucker” and then you pull out a ring-box from your pocket

- You both just stare at each other for a good few seconds, you because you’re waiting for Eren to speak and him because he’s in utter shock that someone would love him so much that they want to propose to him

- Eventually though, he responds with a laugh and says “Well, I guess we both know the answer to the big question, huh?”

- Then you exchange rings and if there’s anyone around, bet they start to applaud loudly while or after filming the event

Armin

- You two have been dating for about 5 years

- You met in one of your elective courses first year of university

- You know this boy took you to the ocean

- But to take it up a notch, he probably rented out a sailboat so you two could be on the ocean instead of beside it

- Plus there might be dolphins swimming around and how much cooler and special would that make the moment?

- When Armin told you about this day trip he planned the next week, you went out and bought an engagement ring

- Were you planning on proposing? No. You probably just wanted him to propose to you. But could you pass up the opportunity to ask the man you adore to marry you while on ocean, his favourite thing in the world? Absolutely not

- Plus there might be dolphins swimming around and how much cooler and special would that make the moment?

- Anyways, when Armin takes a calmly breath in, you know something’s about to happen

- Not sure if this is canon or not, but I think Armin takes deep breaths when he starts to get anxious so his mind stays focused

- And when he gets down on one knee, he begins to speak but cuts himself off as you kneel down and pull out the ring you bought

- Neither of you say anything because of shock

- And then you just hear “Holy shit” come from the captain

- Armin starts to cry, which causes you to cry, and then you both exchange rings

Jean

- You two have been dating for 4 years, down to the day

- You met at an open mic night. You were singing and he was at a table with a sketch book, waiting for his turn to go up, and decided to sketch you

- We all know that Jean-boy’s a romantic. Whether it’s because he’s French or something else, we’ll never know

- So it’s safe to say that he brings you to Paris and has been planning every single thing out for literally months

- You brought the ring you bought a few months ago along because you knew that this trip was Jean’s way of hyping himself up for something

- And then while you’re actually doing all his activities, you know that you need to propose to him because he needs to feel special and loved too

- You go to a local bakery and get different breads, pastries and, of course, macaroons

- You also go to the Louvre where Jean practically drools overs the Mona Lisa, the Arc de Triomphe, go on a Seine River Cruise, and also go shopping

- You both actually get down on the ground together (in front of the Eiffel Tower, of course) but neither of you expected that the other was about to do the same thing. Probably because both of your nerves were making you focus on not crying or being too anxious

- So when you both realized what was happening, he asked “are you kidding me?” And you respond with “I wanted to make you feel special, too”

- And he thinks that’s the cutest thing ever

Marco

- You two have been dating for 3 years

- You met at a party, club or bar

- Not because you wanted to drink, but because you needed to make sure your dumb and idiot friends didn’t do something dumb and idiotic while drinking (Marco probably had to pull Jean off you at one point, causing him to ask Marco if you’re his girlfriend)

- He takes you to Disney and you buy Mickey ears because Marco’s adorable like that

- You both meet your favourite characters (I feel like he really likes the Evil Queen, Rapunzel and Peter Pan), eat good food, go to the castle then circle back around to see your favourite character one last time

- At this character meeting is when he gets down and asks you to marry him

- The character is freaking out because this is so cool and then freaks out more as you get down and propose to him with your own little speech

- The photographers for the character got a photo of you two on the ground with the character freaking out and then one more with you two standing with the character showing off your rings

Levi

- You two have been dating for a while

- Like, 7 or 8 years. I think it takes him a while to feel fully comfortable in a relationship and definitely a while before the idea of marriage comes to mind

- You met when he was a teacher’s aid for one of your university or college courses

- He takes you to a nice restaurant and then on a drive to a little bit out of town so it’s dark and you two are alone

- He thinks that it should be a private moment between two people and no one else should be around

- He remembers the first time he got to see the sky with stars and thinks that it would make the moment nice and memorable

- And if you like space and the stars already, bonus points to Levi

- Now, you’ve been carrying around his engagement ring for a few months now. You just don’t know when the right moment will pop up

- And when you arrive at your location, you know that this is the perfect spot

- When you two get out of the car, you pull out the ring box and Levi sees this so he says “Put that shit away”

- Obviously you’re shocked. He didn’t mean to sound mean or rude but he wants to be the one to ask you. You don’t know this so you start to think that he doesn’t want to

- “I’m sorry. I thought that we’d be ready to take the next step. If you’re not yet, I understand and hopefully in the future we can-“

- You shut yourself up when he pulls out a ring box from his own pocket

- He doesn’t even get to say anything before you say yes

- Oh, and you two save Levi’s ring for the wedding day. It’s kinda like your little secret

Mikasa

- You two have been dating for about 3 1/2 years

- You met in high school after Eren and your friend got into a scuffle in the hallway and you two stopped them

- Mikasa would be like Levi. She’d take you somewhere secluded and quiet so you two can be alone

- She probably takes you to one of those cabin resorts during whichever season you like more

- If it’s winter, let’s all just imagine Mikasa in jeans and a plaid shirt for a moment

- When you two were planning this little trip, you had the same thought as her: Marriage

- So when you got there, you both took a walk around to try and find a perfect spot

- Your spot was different then hers but since Mikasa’s spot was before yours, she got to propose first

- At first, you think about revealing your plan immediately but evidently decide to surprise her after you say yes

- When you do, she suggests you two go back to the cabin and start a fire to sit around but you say “I wanna show you something first”

- Confused because you two weren’t separated for long enough today for you to find something she hadn’t seen, she nods and follows you to your chosen spot

- When you get down and propose to her, she laughs a bit and tells you to shut up but evidently accepts

Sasha

- You two have been dating for the shortest amount of time out of everyone on this list. Only about a year or a year and a half

- You met in a cooking class when your food came out burnt to a crisp and everyone was laughing at how horrible it was. And Sasha being Sasha took your food and ate it all

- The reason you two don’t wait long is because you just click. You get each other on another level

- Anyways, she probably takes you to New York because she wants to propose to you in one of Gordon Ramsey’s infamous restaurants

- She keeps it a surprise until you get to New York and you think that this would be a great place to ask her to marry you

- Like Armin’s, you weren’t planning on it. So, as a ruse, you say that the outfit you brought won’t look good enough in a Ramsey restaurant so you want to go out and get a new one but she can’t come with you

- Then you lie saying that you didn’t buy anything because it’s all too expensive. That part isn’t a lie, of course

- Dessert’s when Sasha gets out of her chair and asks you to marry her

- And when you pull out the ring you bought mere hours earlier, she basically screams from shock and happiness

Historia and Ymir

- You three have been dating for five years

- Well, Historia and Ymir were dating for two years before you joined

- You and Historia met in college as roommates and since Ymir and Historia were dating since grade 11, that’s how you met her. It was about 2 months into the school year when they asked if you wanted to join their relationship since you’ve mentioned to Historia on numerous occasions how jealous you are of them

- Now, you may think that Ymir would plan something extravagant for her sweet Historia, and you in this scenario, but I think she’d just be like “Fuck it” and grabs out the ring she bought as you all watch football or something

- And that’s basically what happens but while you guys watch a Hallmark Christmas Movie

- Then Historia runs to a closet and pulls out a case of Lysol wipes that was emptied out a few months before, runs back to the room and gets down holding two rings

- And then you run into the kitchen, go into the cupboard where you pull out a bag of sugar, then run back into the living room with two rings

- Basically it’s that Spider-Man meme or that one scene from the Office

- And then Ymir tells you two to put the rings away and stand up so she can start over

[luna-eclipse2000]

Phone call misunderstanding

Levi Ackerman x gn!reader

Levi doesn't like talking on the phone, but you always call him instead of texting. You eventually admit that it's because you want to hear Levi’s voice.

(Whoa, a male AOT character post that isn’t Armin, Jean or Marco? Who could’ve seen this coming?)

- Levi isn’t a big fan of talking on the phone

- He just finds it boring and thinks it’s a bit of a waste of time since he could just send a quick text and go back to his work after a few seconds

- But you are the opposite

- Honestly, you both are polar opposites. So much so that when you came into his work place to surprise him so you could go out to lunch together since you live in another city, they did a double take once he kissed you

- You much prefer to talk on the phone because you have so many things to say and tell him that iMessage wouldn’t be able to hold all of it

- Every time his phone rings, work related or just you (it’s usually you), he sighs and then picks it up

- Finally after one of your calls, Hanji decides to ask him why he doesn’t just tell you that he prefers text

- “It’s just easier, honestly. I don’t want to deal with the shit that’d get thrown at me for saying I don’t like it. Plus, I’m too busy to deal with them whining.”

- But of course, one day he snaps

- It wasn’t your fault. He was just very stressed because things that week weren’t going his way and he just needed to sort a bunch of things out in full concentration. And when his phone rang with your name popping up, you were the one to receive his anger

- And we all know how mean and scary Levi can get when he’s stressed and angry

- So after he finishes shouting, he hears you start to softly cry but he doesn’t have time to comfort you over the truth. So he hangs up without another word

- It takes three days to fix everything and that’s when he realizes that he hasn’t heard a peep from you

- He calls but you don’t pick up and he doesn’t even think to text you because you haven’t texted him at all since you met. It was always a phone call

- So he goes to his boss and asks to leave a bit early since he’s worried about you and when he gets the green light, he’s out of that office so fast you could swear he’s the Flash

- After driving two hours to your apartment, he goes upstairs and takes out the key you gave him to let himself in

- He sees you sitting on the couch eating a pizza roll and when he makes his presence known, you look over at him before straight down at the food like it’s the only thing in the world

- “Why didn’t you pick up? I called ten times.”

- “Didn’t want to anger you…” you mumble back

- Then he remembers what time it is and asks why you aren’t at work

- “They let me go…” You whisper as you take a small bite of you food

- Levi places his briefcase down and sits beside you on the couch

- “Why didn’t you tell me?”

- “That’s why I called the other day. But you were angry. I didn’t realize how much you hated me calling you.”

- Levi feels horrible that the crying he heard at the end of the call was a mixture between not having an income anymore and not knowing what was going to happen, and him practically screaming at you to leave him alone and saying that he despises phone calls. So he immediately apologizes and explains it much calmer this time

- “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. Our new interns fucked the system right up. Took IT over a week to sort it out which meant that I had work coming out of my ass faster than shit after someone ate way too much Taco Bell.”

- This makes you laugh a bit but you’re still really upset so now it’s your turn to explain

- “I don’t really like calls much either, honestly. In person is much better but… since we can’t see each other every day… I just really liked to hear your voice.”

- And he just feels even guiltier than he did a minute ago

- You know the animations of heart’s shattering after something tragic happens? Yeah. That’s what just happened to Levi

- Levi doesn’t spoil people too much but for the next while, you bet your ass he’s at your every beck and call

- He even asks if you’d like to move in with him so you could see each other more often and you could find work in his city

- Calls are less, but going out for lunch is much more

[luna-eclipse2000]

Drawing Pains

Jean x reader

You walk into Jean’s studio apartment in New York after your last class finished for the day. “Jean?” You call out. “I’m here.”

He has a regular apartment that he shares with two of his classmates but this is the place where he comes to draw and paint in peace. Well as much peace you can get in New York with everyone honking their horns because of how impatient they are. You walk further into the apartment when there’s no response. “Jean?” There’s still no response so you take it that he’s out getting something. You decide to walk around and take a look at all his art. It’s like your own personal art museum.

He’s got drawings of animals like a horse (Eren wrote “How fitting. A horse face drawing a horse’s face” and Jean tried to scribble it out but it would’ve ruined the drawing further), a few cats, a wolf, and a turtle. Then he’s painted some scenery like the Hudson River and the buildings behind it, the Empire State Building, some upstate places, and Broadway. Then he’s got some drawings and paintings of other people (he wouldn’t stop apologizing to you because his professor wouldn’t allow him to use you as the model). Finally, you come across his drawings of you. The first one you see is you sitting in a café looking out the window with the sun shining down on your face. The next one is you posing outside the Eiffel Tower from your high school graduation trip. Then you see one of you at Disney World standing outside Cinderella’s castle wearing a Minnie Mouse Dress, but you know that Jean was in that picture with you. He asked a passerby if they could take the picture. Guess he only wanted to draw you.

You wanted to dry and draw him for a change so you looked around and found a pad of paper and a pencil, then you pulled out your phone and chose your favourite picture of Jean which was him wearing a flower crown you made him on your first date, and started to get to work.

~~~~~

The finished project definitely isn’t as good as Jean’s so you’re a bit embarrassed. “(y/n)?” Jean calls into the apartment. “Sorry I’m late. Mr. Parker asked me to stay behind and clean up.”

You quickly crumple up the paper and toss it in the trash before going over to him. “Hey, Jean. How was your day?”

“It was good.” Jean responds. “You ready to go?”

You nod. “We getting pizza?”

“Nope, we’re eating at a restaurant.” Jean tells you as he grabs your hand. “I mean, you can probably get pizza there if you want.”

You nod again and then the both of you head out.

~~~~~

Jean returns to the studio after the date to finish up his latest art project for school. He digs in his inner jacket pocket and pulls out the red velvet box that contains an engagement ring. He meant to propose at dinner but chickened out. He places the box on his desk when he notices a new piece of paper in his trash can. Curious, he bends down and takes the paper out to examine it. When it’s fully opened up, he smiles at the drawing that you obviously drew before he arrived. He finds it cute that you tried to draw him and while he knows you don’t like it, he adores it and immediately places the drawing into his art folder to look at when he’s stressed or upset. He opts to not tell you that he found the drawing because he doesn’t want you to get embarrassed, and then continues on painting.

~A year later~

After Jean found the drawing, during your next date out, he finally asked you to marry him to which you gladly accepted. You actually tackled him to the ground before he could put the ring on your finger. So now you’re in your brand new house and just moving boxes and furniture. “Honey? Can you grab my wallet and pull out two $10 bills to tip the movers?” Jean asks from the living room. “Sure!” You respond and go into the kitchen to grab his wallet off the counter. You take out the money but then see a folded up piece of paper so you take it out and after you open it, you see the picture you drew last year. “I thought I threw this out!”

“(y/n)?” Jean calls out. “My wallet eat you?”

“I’m coming!” You reply as you walk into the living room and hand the two movers the money. “Thank you!” Jean thanks them as they leave. He then turns to you. “Seriously, what took you so long?”

“I found…” You say and then hold up the drawing. “this. How’d you get it? I threw it away.”

“Yeah, but I noticed the addition to my trash can.” Jean explains. “But why do you have it?” You ask. “It’s horrible!”

“I think it’s cute.” Jean responds. “It was in my art folder but I decided that putting in my wallet would be better since I always have my wallet on me.”

“You don’t seriously mean that?” You ask. “This is the definition of a shit drawing.”

“Well I find it endearing that you wanted to draw me.” Jean assures you. “Would you like me to teach you how to draw so you can feel more confident?”

You nod quickly. “Yes, please.”

“Alright, then.” Jean says. “Let’s find my art supplies.”

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Kind of a crazy idea

Sasha x reader

So I got this idea from a mixture of the OTP prompt generator and an episode of Chicago Fire Season 4 when Dawson finds a child in a fire and wants to foster it. The first part I used most of the lines from when she tells Casey about her idea, and the second part uses some but all rights go to the show and network.

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I’m sitting on the couch of my shared apartment with my wife, Sasha, with a hockey game going on the TV. Honestly though, I’m not even watching it. I’m too preoccupied with my thoughts. “Hey.” Sasha greets me as she enters the apartment. “Sorry that went so late. But it looks like I’ll be able to serve slightly harder liquor at the restaurant in about a week!”

“That’s fantastic.” I reply. “Yeah, Connie, Jean and Ymir are probably gonna wanna throw a party to celebrate.” Sasha says with a laugh and then heads to our fridge to pull out a bottle of beer for both of us. “How’s the game?”

“Uh, we’re down by two, I think.” I say. “I don’t know, I wasn’t really paying attention.”

Sasha walks over from the fridge and sits beside me. “You weren’t paying attention? I thought you loved hockey! Did something happen?”

“What? No. No.” I answer. She nods but she definitely doesn’t believe me so I sigh. “I, um, I have kind of a crazy idea. (“Yeah?”) Yeah.” I pause before speaking, wondering if I should continue with this idea or not. “What?” Sasha asks. “You can tell me.”

I nod. “What would you think… about us becoming foster parents?”

Sasha blinks a few times before placing her drink down on the table. “Ok, and where did this come from?”

“Remember how I found that family in the park, they were obviously on something?” I ask. Sasha nods. “Well, I decided to check on their son in the hospital since it was rather cold that day and he’s so young.” I begin to explain. “When I found out that he was with a foster family. His parents gave him up at birth and he’s been flip-flopping in the system since. I can’t get him out of my head, Sash. When I went into his room and gave him a hug, the way he clutched onto my shirt with all his might… I have a feelings this was meant to be. You’re great with kids. You even saved a random girl from a murderer when you were 15 and she’s now your sister. And I’m training to be a paramedic so…”

Sasha nods. “Yeah.”

Thinking she doesn’t want this, I chuckle dryly. “I told you it was a crazy idea.”

“What?” Sasha asks. “No, I was agreeing with you! I’d like to do this!”

“Really?” I ask happily. Sasha nods. “Let’s go see how we can apply tomorrow.”

I smile and laugh then give her a kiss. “We may have more to celebrate soon.”

~~~~~

“I’m sorry.” The worker apologizes to us. “But when you apply to be a foster parent, it takes four to six months just to get approved. We can’t let (c/n) stay in a group home that long. We need to find him a family now.”

“Isn’t there someway we can speed up the process?” Sasha asks. “We both have good jobs and a nice apartment.”

“I’m sorry.” The worker apologizes again. We’re about to turn around and leave when I get an idea. “What about a letter from someone of high standing?”

“I suppose it might get you in the door.” The worker answers. “Who exactly did you have in mind?”

“The army commander, Erwin.” I tell him. He raises an eyebrow at me. “It’s very hard to talk to him, you know. Do you even know each other?”

I nod. “Sasha and I were under his command for four years.”

“Then I guess it’s worth a shot.” The worker says. I nod again and with that, we leave the group home (c/n) is staying in.”

~~~~~

The letter that Erwin wrote got us through the door and we were able to meet with the head of the home, Mr. Whitshire. We barely needed to say anything because he had made up his mind to send an inspector to our house. I guess what Commander Erwin said was absolutely glowing and we’ll be sure to thank him further later. However… that meeting was yesterday at 7pm and the inspector arrives at 4pm today. Sasha called in our friends to help turn the spare bedroom into a kid’s room, and help fix a few things like a leaky bathtub faucet. We got not idea if a leaky faucet in the bathtub would make much difference but it’s better to be safe than sorry, right?

We start at 7am, Connie complaining but one swift look from Mikasa and he’s shutting up and fully awake, and we end right at 4pm when we hear a knock at the door. Sasha tightens her ponytail while I brush out my own hair with my fingers and then we open the door. We see the worker from the group home with the inspector beside him. As our friends exit the room, they wish us good luck. “Hello, sir.” I greet the inspector. “Come in.”

Sasha and I step aside to let the both of them in. We wait in nervous silence as he checks out the electrical currents of the outlets with a tool. Then he moves to check the taps to make sure none of them are leaking and as he goes to the fuse box, he trips on a slightly raised floorboard that none of us realized was there. Sasha and I hold our breaths as he writes on his clipboard and then goes to the fuse box. After a few minutes there, he returns to the living room. “We’ll be in touch.” And then he and the worker leaves.

I lean against the back of the couch. “We’re not gonna get it…”

“You don’t know that.” Sasha comforts me as she starts to rub circles on my back. “He tripped on the floorboard!” I remind her. “He almost went ass-end over tea kettle!”

“It was one thing, sweetie.” Sasha continues to comfort me. “But if he almost fell down from one floorboard,” I say. “what do you think will happen to a three year old?!”

“Well we’ll just have to wait for the phone call, I guess…” Sasha says.

~~~~~

It’s almost been a week since the inspector came and we haven’t heard anything from the foster facility. So we’ve both just accepted the fact that we’re not gonna become foster parents to little (c/n). Jean was the one who suggested we all go over to his mother’s restaurant for dinner so Sasha and I can drown ourselves in delicious Mrs. Kirschtein-made French food. Currently, I’m eating a cheese and spinach quiche with a garden salad on the side when my phone goes off. I look down at the number and see that it’s from the foster facility but don’t get very excited. “Hello?” I answer. “Hello, Mrs. (l/n).” The worker greets me. “I’m calling to tell you that, as of tomorrow at 9 am, you and Mrs. Braus will be foster parents to (c/n). Congratulations!”

I choke on my food and everyone at the table looks to me in concern. “Oh, dear, are you alright?” The worker asks me. I don’t respond to him but to my concerned friends and wife. “WE GOT (c/n)! WE’RE MOTHERS, SASH!”

Sasha cheers loudly along with the table and a few others nearby. “Thank you!” Sasha thanks the worker as she takes my phone. “Thank you so much!”

She then hangs up the phone after saying goodbye. “Hey, mom!” Jean calls out to his mom at the register. “We’re gonna need a bit of champagne! They got the kid!”

Mrs. Kirschtein applauds loudly and then walks over to the bar. “See?” Sasha says. “I told you we didn’t have to worry much.”

I nod. “You’re usually right, Sash.”

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AOT characters and how’d they react if you told them you don’t want kids

What’s this? An imagine instead of a one shot? Anyways, sorry if this is kinda crap. I don’t usually do imagines. And I know that a lot of people don’t actually want to have kids in the future, myself included, so that’s where I came up with this idea. So for those of you who also don’t want tiny humans, this is for you. But for the rest, here’s some fluff.

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Eren

You were walking around a park when he asked the question and you gave your response

Kinda confused at first

I mean, you were a kid once and so was he

You explain that while you don’t mind other people’s kids, you don’t want to have any yourself

Honestly it just confuses him more

“If you don’t want kids… doesn’t that mean you don’t like kids?”

“I just don’t wanna have to be the one to clean up a runny nose in the winter or have to deal with a tantrum in the candy aisle of the store.”

Starts to understand after that because it’d get a bit gross having to wipe a dirty nose every 5 seconds until they’re old enough to do it themselves. Plus it’d be humiliating to have a screaming child throw themselves on to the floor as strangers pass by because he denied them a chocolate bar

So he asks if there’s any way you two could do a before and after school program

To which you agree

But any toddlers will be his specialty

Armin

You’re in the library when he brings up the topic of kids and you tell him that you don’t want any

He’s a little surprised at first because of how well you deal with Eren and Mikasa’s kid but completely understands why you don’t want any of your own

Being a parent is tough

You have to deal with tantrums, waking up at 5 am every day because they don’t wanna sleep anymore, trying to get them to eat anything other than McDonald’s and dino nuggets, they’re expensive and tend to lie pretty often

In short, stress levels go through the roof

Plus labour can be long and painful

Even with an epidural it can be uncomfortable especially if you have to get stitches down there

He smiles and says that it’s ok if you don’t want kids

Jean

You’re out on a picnic date when a ball comes flying into your basket

Jean picks it up and tosses it to the two little boys who accidentally hit it a bit too hard

They ask him if he wants to play since they don’t understand the concept of dates yet but he agrees and says that he can only play for a few minutes

You don’t look over since you really just don’t like kids in general and are kinda upset they interrupted your date

After a few minutes go by, you call Jean back so he tosses the boy to one of kids, says goodbye and returns

“Man, I remember being that young and just wanting someone to play with. Aren’t kids great?”

And you respond with a blunt “No”

Jean stops mid bite into his sandwich

You didn’t mean to sound so harsh. You’re honestly used to people knowing about your distaste for tiny humans

Your parents know, your friends back home now, hell you’re pretty sure some of your teachers and neighbours know

Jean’s a family man. Always has been. He’s always taken care of his mother when she got sick, he calls her often and has even made drawings of what he imagined your future kids would be like… and he’s shown them to you

“I… I’m sorry, what? I showed you that drawing I made a few months ago and you said you liked it!”

“Yeah, the drawing.” You explain

You can see him getting angry which usually ends in a big fight

You don’t even get to try and explain yourself before Jean starts shouting

“Mikasa and Eren have a kid! Why haven’t you mentioned this before?! Is it me?! Pets are kind of like kids, we have two dogs at home! You grew up with three pets of your own!”

Eventually you get tired of this shit, plus you’re getting kinda embarrassed, so you stand up and say that you’ll be back at the house

He doesn’t respond so you walk back home which isn’t too far away from the park and start to prepare yourself for the inevitable break up

Before Jean went home, he called Marco and asked to meet him at the local bar to talk for a bit

He vents everything and when Jean’s finished, Marco asks if he let you speak at all. Did he let you explain or did he interrupt every time you open your mouth

Jean doesn’t respond but has this deer in the headlights look on his face so Marco simply says “Go” and Jean is out the door and into the car (don’t worry, they didn’t drink

When he gets home, he sees you sitting in the living room looking nervous

He walks over and immediately apologizes for how he reacted then asks you why you don’t want kids

You say that you’ve just never like them. You never played house as a kid, got disgusted by Cabbage Patch and Baby Alive dolls when passing them

Then you ask the question you’ve been dreading

“Does this mean we’re gonna break up? I love you, Jean. I just don’t want kids. I wouldn’t be a good parent.”

Jean immediately responds with a “no” and says that he understands now before going into how much trouble he got into as a kid

The night ends with cuddles and kisses

Marco

You’re over at Marco’s cousin who had a baby a few days ago when he asks if you’d like to hold it

You politely decline which doesn’t upset him for two reasons. One: He gets to hold his new second cousin for longer. And two: This is Marco Bodt we’re talking about. I don’t think he knows the definition of upset

Once dinner’s over, you both offer to wash the dishes so while the rest of the Bodt’s are in the living in, you took this opportunity to tell him that you don’t want kids

And Marco, even though he doesn’t fully get it because he’s a big brother and loves watching family channels on YouTube for the kids, says “That’s ok. Parenthood isn’t for everyone. May I ask why you don’t want to have any?”

And you talk about the labour and mental health side of things

“First off, I’d be carrying a watermelon-bowling ball hybrid on my stomach for a few months so my back would be in constant pain. Then labour itself hurts like hell. They can be as painful as regular period cramps that are already as painful as a heart attack- yes, that’s true. If the baby’s a bit too big, they have to cut down there in order for it to get out which means I’d need stitches. And then there could be postpartum depression and I could develop body image issues because of all the baby fat I’d get and… if I couldn’t handle the labour, how could I handle a child once it starts to walk and talk?”

Marco nods in understanding. It’s a scary thing to have a kid. He remembers when his youngest brother was born. He was foot breached and it was too late to try and turn it around so they had to do an emergency C-section

You know how much having a big family means to him so you’re worried he’ll want to end things

But again this is Marco we’re talking about here

He assures you that he’s fine with you not wanting kids because he loves you too much to break up

“I can always babysit, or volunteer at hospitals, or maybe even get a job as a part-time teacher’s assistant or something. If you don’t want kids, I’m fine with that.”

Levi

He isn’t the one to bring it up, actually

You’re in his office while he does some paperwork when you ask his opinion on kids

“They’re snot nosed brats who don’t know how to clean shit.”

“So you don’t want any?” You ask him

He thinks you’re disappointed, upset even

“Yeah. Sorry if I just burst your dream.”

And when you shake your head with a smile, he’s confused until you say that you wanted to finally tell him how you didn’t want any kids

You both laugh a bit when you confess that you’re terrified of waking up in the middle of the night to see your kid just standing there staring at you until you ask them why they’re there

You’re also an emetophobe, so you’re terrified of seeing people puke or puking yourself so having to be in the washroom after your kid eats too much candy makes a shiver go down your spine

And since Levi is a germaphobe… Well, it’s a pretty good match

Mikasa

You two are out on a date when you catch Mikasa smiling at a baby and a toddler in the booth next to you as the toddler draws on the paper table cloth and the baby babbles gleefully

So you gently nudge her leg with your foot and just tell her how you don’t want kids

Like Armin, she understands

She’s a bit disappointed since she was supposed to have a little sibling before her parents died, but she understands where your coming from

Being a girl, she already knows how painful cramps can get so having contractions would have to be so much worse

“Do you not want kids because you don’t want to give birth? Because we could adopt or I could carry it.”

You shake your head and say that you’d be way too stressed and you just find kids creepy in general

You even mention how you hate dolls and those action figures that are actually dolls but you companies don’t wanna put the word “doll” on a toy geared towards boys

She laughs and nods, then grabs your hand

“If you don’t want kids, that’s fine.”

Sasha

You’re in the kitchen cooking dinner when Sasha comes in and shows you a stuffed animal she found from when she was born

You compliment it because it is cute, albeit really beat up from being used so much

And that’s when she says how much she loves kids and wants to be a mom

You awkwardly look down at the pot in front of you and say how you don’t want kids

She pauses

“WHY??? They’re so cute! And it’s so amazing when they take their first steps or say their first words! Plus they’re little faces are so soft and cute like pizza dough!”

You simply answer that you find them annoying and loud, and smelly and did you mention annoying?

She’s so confused that she continues to shout which upsets you and asks if she wants to be with you anymore

This causes her to stop and say that she definitely still wants to be with you

She sees just how upset she made you so she says that she can always volunteer at the hospital to take care of babies and hang out with the kids to make them feel better, and she can even babysit your friends’ kids when they want to have a night to themselves

You hug and then go back to stirring the sauce

Hanji

You’re in their lab when they say that they would like to have at least one kid, at most three

So you immediately tell them how you don’t feel the same

They answer with a simple “ok” before following up by asking why exactly

So you say how expensive even a single child is. Plus everyone and they’re grandmother wants to tell you how to parent your child

“Don’t let them get dirty. Kids need to be playing outside and coming back home covered in dirt telling you about the bug they found.”

“Don’t feed them this certain food. Feed them a lot of that food.”

“Going vegan is best for kids. Feeding lots of red meats is what’s best.”

- Hanji understands and to make you feel better about telling them something that most people might look down on, they give you statistics on kids

“Children cost $233,610 on average until they reach the age of 17.”

“Babies, toddlers and preschool age kids get about 7 or 8 colds and years while school age kids get as many as five or six.”

You smile at they’re way of making you feel better and thank them (even though you honestly didn’t feel that bad. You just don’t have a maternal/paternal/I couldn’t find a word for this for non-binary peoples but insert that word here whatever it is

[luna-eclipse2000]

Ocean Breeze and Ocean Dreams

Armin x Reader

“So, where do you guys wanna go for dinner tonight?” Eren asks his friends as they all sit around the living room. “I’ll eat anywhere.” Sasha says. “Yeah, we know, Potato Girl.” Jean teases. Sasha whines. “I’m never living that down…”

“What about that new restaurant that opened up by the ocean?” Mikasa suggests. “The sea food place.”

“I don’t like sea food.” Connie says. “They have pizza and pasta, and soup.” Mikasa tells him. “Really?” Connie asks. “Then I’m in.”

“Niccolo works there as a chef!” Sasha says. “We might get family and friends discounts!”

“High quality food for cheaper price?” Jean asks. “I’m in.”

“What about you, Armin?” Eren asks his friend who isn’t paying attention because he’s too focused on his phone. “Uh, Armin?” Eren calls out to his friend before punching his arm. “Ow!” Armin shouts as he rubs his arm. “What was that for, Eren?”

“Do you want to go out to eat sea food?” Eren asks him. “Oh, yeah, sure.” Armin responds before going back to his phone. “What are you doing?” Eren asks as he leans closer to him. Armin quickly shields the screen from his eyes. “Nothing.”

“Then why are you hiding it?” Eren asks. “No reason.” Armin replies. “Yoink.” Ymir says as she takes Armin’s phone from his hand. “H-Hey!” Armin stutters. “Give it back, Ymir.”

“Oh, man.” Ymir says with a laugh. “You’re insta-stalking them?”

Armin blushes then grabs his phone and turns it off before looking away. “You’re completely infatuated with them.” Connie says. “Yeah, it’s getting kinda creepy.” Sasha agrees. “No, it’s not!” Armin shouts. “Can we just go?”

“So you can insta-stalk them in a public place?” Eren asks. “Guys, leave him alone.” Historia scolds them. “We’re going out to have a fun time before finals, not bully people.”

“Aw, look at my Historia, defending her friends.” Ymir says as she wraps her arm around Historia’s shoulders. “You’re so gonna have to marry me when finals are over.”

~~~~~

They all get to the restaurant and get seated outside where they have a nice view of the ocean. Eren leans over a bit and sees that Armin’s now stalking (y/n)’s Twitter page. “Seriously, man?” Eren asks. “This is getting sad. Why don’t you just ask them out?”

“And get laughed in my face?” Armin asks rhetorically. “No, thank you.”

“Oh, hey, guys!” They hear the waiter greet them. They all look over and see (y/n) in the restaurant uniform with a notepad in hand. Armin slams his phone down on the table and then laughs nervously. “Hey, (y/n). I didn’t know that you worked here.”

“Mhm, I got the job last month.” (y/n) tells him. “Sasha introduced me to her boyfriend who told me about them needing a new waiter.”

“Oh, really?” Armin asks and then looks at the brunette girl who’s pretending to read the menu. “Yup, Niccolo’s great.” (y/n) says. “So, what can I get you all? Note, because you all know the head chef, you get 30% off whatever you get.”

“Hell yeah!” Sasha exclaims. “I’m having the lobster tails!”

“Alright, now would you like a salad, cheese biscuits, or coleslaw on the side?” They ask her as they jot down the order. “Cheese biscuits!” Sasha tells them. They nod as they write down the side. “Anything to drink?”

“A piña colada, please.” Sasha says. Everyone else goes before Armin because he gets so tongue tied when he talks to (y/n). “Alright, and, Armin,” (y/n) addresses him as they finish jotting down Eren’s order. “what will you be having?”

“Ch-Ch, uh, Chips and fish.” Armin orders. “I mean, fish and chips.”

(y/n) laughs a bit at his awkwardness which makes him a bit more embarrassed but he always loves the sound of their laugh so he can’t complain too much. “And what kind of fish would that be? Haddock, halibut, or cod?”

“Uh, Haddock, please.” Armin says.

(y/n) jots down the type of fish. “Would you like a small coleslaw on the side?”

Everyone at the table gives him a discreet look. “Great!” (y/n) says as they write down the order. “And what would you like to drink?”

“Water, please.” Armin orders. “Oh, my god, my mouth’s so dry.” He thinks to himself.

“Alright.” (y/n) says. “I will be back with your drinks shortly. Ciao!”

They then leave and Armin places his forehead on the table. “Armin,” Mikasa addresses him. “you don’t like coleslaw.”

“I know.” Armin says as he lifts his head back up. “Did you agree to the coleslaw because they offered and you couldn’t say ‘no’?” Ymir asks him. Armin looks down and nods. “Simp.”

In the kitchen, (y/n) grabs a tray and the waters for Armin and Mikasa, and the beers for Ymir, Eren, Jean, and Connie. “How’s treating table 17 going for you?” Niccolo asks them. “I was absolutely shaking.” (y/n) responds. Niccolo laughs. “No, seriously. I didn’t think that I could find someone ordering fish and chips adorable, but here I am.”

“Why don’t you just ask him out?” Niccolo asks them. “And be rejected then promptly kicked out by Mikasa and Eren, his bodyguards?” (y/n) asks. “No thanks.”

They exit the kitchen and go back out to table 17. “Just play it cool,

(y/n). You’re just giving them their drinks.” (y/n) says to themselves as they arrive at the table. “And here are the waters and beers.” They place the beer down first and then the waters. Armin starts to practically chug his water because of his dry mouth. “Your piña colada and Shirley Temple will out soon.”

“Thanks, (y/n)!” Historia thanks them. “No problem.” They respond. “What do you guys think if the view?”

“It’s great!” Sasha exclaims. “I think a beach wedding would be great.” Ymir says. “Wouldn’t you agree, Historia?”

Historia nods in agreement. (y/n) then turns to Armin. “What about you, Armin? I know how much you love the ocean.”

“Uh, it’s nice.” Armin responds. “I mean, it’s great! Beautiful!”

“Hey! (y/n)!” (y/n)’s boss shouts from the doorway. “Stop chitchatting and get those two their drinks that have been ready for five minutes! And table 5’s food is ready!”

“Yes, sir!” (y/n) responds before looking at their friends. “Be back in a few!”

~~~~~

“That was so good!” Sasha exclaims. “I could eat lobster all day.”

“You could eat anything all day.” Connie teases. All of their phones then go off at the same time so they all check to see why that is, except Armin who’s already on his phone. No one says anything except Ymir. “You’re even tweeting about them now?”

Armin chokes on his water so Mikasa pays his back. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Your tweet.” Ymir repeats. “It says ‘Have you ever said ‘yes’ to something a waiter offers you purely because you find them really cute and you really like them? Because same.’”

Jean, Connie, Sasha, and Eren start to laugh while Mikasa comforts a mortified Armin. “I meant to post that on my private account!” Armin shouts. “They aren’t on that one for this very reason!”

“It’ll be fine, Armin.” Mikasa assures him as she pats his back. “Just take some deep breaths.”

“Maybe this is just what you need to tell them how you feel!” Historia says. Armin just groans in response, causing Jean, Eren, Connie, and Sasha to laugh harder.

“See you tomorrow, Niccolo.” (y/n) says goodbye to him as their shift just ended. Niccolo waves. “See you!”

They grab their phone out of their bag and see the tweet from Armin. “Aw, that’s so cute. That’s something I’d do, honestly.”

They then also pull out their headphones and start to play their music as they walk to their car. At the same time, Armin and his friends are walking to their cars. “They’re ignoring me…” Armin thinks to himself. “Damn it, I’m such an idiot!”

“I wonder if my package of cat clothes for Dinah are in yet?” Is what (y/n) is thinking as they enter their car. “I can’t wait to make them a cowboy. Or would it be a catboy…?”

For the next week, Armin avoids (y/n) and all his socials. He even turned off notifications to his phone and computer just in case. Today, however, he has no choice but to be near (y/n) since they have the same class. When Armin enters the class, he sees them sitting near the front so he goes to the back. He thinks that they didn’t notice him, but (y/n) did. They just decided that talking to him after the exam is over is better just in case it doesn’t go well. They’ve tried texting Armin a few times but obviously didn’t get a response, not knowing that Armin’s absolutely humiliated.

~~~~~

After (y/n) finishes, they look up and see that Armin’s already finished and gone. “Alright, that’s it.” (y/n) thinks to themselves. “I’m texting Eren and getting him to tell me where Armin is and what stick is up his ass.”

Once they place their paper on the professor’s desk, the exit the class and pull out their phone.

(y/n): Eren, where’s Armin?

Eren: He’s with me

(y/n): Well, where are you?

(y/n): I’ve had enough of him ignoring me like I don’t exist. I just wanna know what I did so I can apologize and fix it

Eren: Wait, you don’t know?

(y/n): Does everyone and their grandma know except me?

Eren: Uh… Kinda, I guess

Eren: But we all thought you knew

(y/n): Well, I wanna be in the loop so where are you?

Eren: Campus café getting coffee

(y/n): Be there in five

~~~~~

(y/n) enters the café and Armin immediately sees them. “Eren.” He whispers. “(y/n)’s here.”

Eren turns around and sees them at the door. “Hey, (y/n)!” Armin goes white and feels his heart drop when Eren calls out to them. “We’re over here!”

(y/n) walks over to their table. “Eren, what the hell?” Armin asks him as he stands up. “I will leave you two alone to talk.”

(y/n) takes Eren’s seat and Armin looks away from them. “Look at me.” (y/n) instructs sternly. Armin looks back at them, pretty nervous because he’s never heard them sound upset before. “Why have you been ignoring me?”

“Because I’m humiliated.” Armin answers. “But why?” (y/n) asks. “What did I do to humiliate you? The last time I saw and spoke to you was when you came to the restaurant. I tried texting and dm-ing you, but they weren’t even read! Tell me what I did wrong, Armin, please. I wanna apologize, make up for it, and make sure to never do it again.”

Armin blinks a few times. “Wait… You didn’t see my tweet from last week?”

“Yeah, what does that have to do with it?” (y/n) asks him. “It’s about you- You didn’t know that the tweet was about you?” Armin asks them. “Why would it be about me?” They ask. “I was talking about a waiter.” Armin says. “(Yeah.) You’re a waiter. (Yeah.) You offered me coleslaw and I accepted it even though I hate coleslaw. (Yeah- Oh…) Now do you understand?”

“You were ignoring me because of a tweet?” (y/n) asks him. He nods. “Armin, I rarely get social cues.” (y/n) says. “I don’t get social media cues at all. I’m dense as hell.”

“Oh… So all that was for nothing?” Armin asks. (y/n) shrugs. “Well, now that I know it was about me…”

“You hate me, don’t you?” Armin asks. “What? No.” (y/n) denies. “I reciprocate your feelings, Armin.”

“Are you serious?” Armin asks them. “But, why?”

“You’re really sweet, for starters.” (y/n) says. “Plus I love the way your entire face lights up like Time Square when you talk about something you like or just read. I find it hilarious how you act when Eren’s done something stupid again and you have to help him get out of the grave he’s dug himself.”

“Oh… Well, um-“ Armin stutters. “I’ve gotta get to work now.” (y/n) tells him. “But my shift ends at 5. So why don’t we go out somewhere? Dinner, movie, both?”

Armin can’t speak because he’s in utter shock so he opts for an excited nod. (y/n) smiles as they stand up. “See you later. Try to text me and not ignore my messages this time, ‘kay?”

And with that, they exit the café knowing that Niccolo’s gonna make fun of them because he was right that they should’ve just asked Armin out. Armin is thinking the exact same thing with all his friends, knowing that Historia will swoop in and save him from their teases.

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Shingeki no Danganronpa

Chapter 1, part 1

So I started this story last year when the Danganronpa craze happened but I still wanna post it because I think it’s a pretty alright take on the game. I put a hashtag of the name of this series so the parts are easy to find. (ie. Shingeki no Danganronpa Chapter 1)

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Hope’s Peak High. A school so large that it towers over all the other buildings in this bustling urban area. Some people say that the school is like it’s at the centre of the world, which I agree to. Except, it is at the centre of the entire world. Everyone knows about this school and how prestigious it is. Anybody who’s anybody dreams of getting that fateful acceptance letter from administration. They say that if you come here and manage to graduate, you’ll be set for life. I’m not the most interesting person in the world, so it was a complete shock when I got a letter saying that they want me to attend. The only award I’ve ever won was a runner’s up ribbon in a fishing tourney. My letter told me that I’m the ‘Ultimate Lucky Student’, which sounds like complete horse shit in my opinion.

I get good grades, sure, but nothing as skyrocketing as some of the people who get in for a purpose. I still accepted the opportunity because I’m not an idiot. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and there’s no way that I’ll give it up because I feel like I don’t belong there... which I definitely feel like. I would’ve just assumed that they got the wrong person but they don’t send acceptance letters to the wrong house, it hasn’t happened in the fifty years the school’s been running for, and I’m pretty sure that the name (f/n) (l/n) isn’t common in this area. So here I now stand, in front of the massive school. It’s even more impressive and intimidating in person. Before I arrived, I did a small Google search on who was going to be in my class and it ranges from more mundane things like the Ultimate Cleaner to the Ultimate Strategist. But, despite my uncertainty of my presence, I put on a brave face and walk through the entrance gates... only to start feeling dizzy and nauseous, like I’m in one of those crazy amusement park rides where you spin in a circle very quickly and the floor drops. No sooner do I start feeling this way, do I black out.

~~~~~

“The hell just happened?” I ask myself as I open my eyes and take a look at my surroundings. I seem to be in a classroom because of all the desks and the blackboard up front, but there’s no windows. Just big metal plates with even bigger bolts and screws holding them in place. “Huh. Weird. Maybe that just shows some new part of the school they’re building and they don’t want any one to see it until it’s finished?” I wonder as I stand up from the desk. I look around but don’t see any bags, even mine is gone. When I turned back to my desk, I notice a slightly folded piece of paper on it, so I pick it up out of curiosity.

Hey there, new kid! The next semester is about to start. Starting today, this school will be your entire world.

“Knew it was the centre of the world.” I think to myself and then place the card down. It didn’t look very professional as it was written in black and red pencil crayon, but it’s a high school so I doubt there are any kids. And if there were, I would have to report them to cops for child labour. I look up at the clock and see that’s it’s eight. “How long was I out for? An hour probably, maybe less. Wait, doesn’t this school start at eight? Where’s all the students? And the teachers? Maybe I read the time wrong on the letter.”

I then go out of the classroom and notice the weird magenta and purple look of the halls and cringe at the contrast. “Ok, what the hell is with this hallway? And, again, where are all the people? I know that eight am isn’t very early, at least not so early that it’s a ghost town. Oh, shit, maybe there’s an assembly!”

I begin to race down the hall and pass by a red door that feels too eerily out of place but I shake the feeling off and head towards the main hall. Once I arrive, I see that everyone else is already there. “Hey, look! Someone else is here!” Someone says. “So that makes fifteen of us.” Someone else points out. “So, you’re all new as well?” I ask them. “No, we’re here for shits and giggles.” A boy with black hair and sharp steel grey eyes rudely answers. I laugh awkwardly. “Who shoved a stick up your ass?”

He clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Anyways, I’m (f/n) (l/n).” I introduce myself. “Sorry I’m late. When I entered the school I just blacked out or some shit. It was really weird.”

“You too?” A short blonde girl asks. “That’s what happened to the rest of us! At first, I thought it was just nerves. But then everyone started to realize that we all blacked out.”

“Yes. This is rather a strange situation.” A boy with blond hair that’s tied back a bit and glasses says. “I’ve never heard of fifteen people blacking out at different times at the same place on the same day.”

“We were drugged!” Someone speaks up. Everyone goes quiet as we turn our attention to the person who spoke. She’s rather tall and has brown hair, and wears glasses. “Oh, come on! I was just joking to lighten the mood! And ease the tension that’s growing because it’s making me a biiiit uncomfortable.”

“So then how about we just introduce ourselves then?” A black haired boy with freckles suggests. “That way we can ease the tension without freaking everyone out.”

I immediately feel calmer after he speaks. He’s got some kind of... energy or something around him. The first person I go up to is the short blonde girl with blue eyes. “Oh, hello! I’m Krista Lenz.”

Krista Lenz. She’s the Ultimate Volunteer. She volunteers all of her free time to shelters, reading to kids, helping the city, going in to retirement/nursing homes, helping out in hospitals and keeping veterans company. She’s even gone abroad to help build homes. She’s known online as Angel, and I can totally see why. Not just because of her noble acts, but because she looks so pure and innocent. Like a little angel. “Well, it’s actually Historia Reiss but that’s hard for kids and seniors to pronounce and spell so I just came up with the fake name.” Krista explains. “No way, seriously?” I ask her. “Doesn’t it bother you that you’re popular with a name that isn’t technically yours?”

She giggles cutely. “Singers do it all the time, don’t they? Katy Perry’s last name is actually Hudson but she didn’t want to get confused for the actress, Kate Hudson.”

“Oh, right, yeah.” I say awkwardly and then move onto the next person.

I decide to go up to the the boy who suggested introductions. “Hi! I’m Marco Bodt. It’s nice to meet you!”

Ah, yes. Marco Bodt, the Ultimate Peacekeeper. He tries to help different countries bring peace to them so no more wars break out. He’s also proposed that they follow England in having a special force of officers who carry guns while the majority only carry nightsticks. He’s also won a Nobel peace prize. “So, what are you here for?” Marco asks me. “Oh, nothing special. I’m not that important.” I say. “Nonsense! You were accepted, right?” Marco says. “I got chosen by chance to be the lucky student.” I tell him. “See?” Marco says. “Out of everyone in the world that they put into chance, you got chosen! Not Diana across town. And the letter even said you were the Ultimate Lucky Student as a result, that accounts for something, right?”

I smile thankfully and go to say something else but hear shouting instead. “What the fuck did you call me, you suicidal bastard?!”

“I called you a horse face, horse face!” The other person responds just as angrily. “Oh, geez.” Marco says. “Sorry, I’m gonna go break them up so there isn’t a murder or anything.”

Marco then heads off to go calm the two boys down. I roll my eyes. “Teenage boys. Why are they like this?”

I head off to another boy, but he doesn’t have any hair. Or at least very little, short, stubby hairs. “Hi, I’m Connie Springer!”

Connie Springer is the Ultimate Prankster. He’s pulled pranks on a various number of people, none of which were very tame. He’s pranked politicians and celebrities. He’s helped talk show hosts prank their audiences and even pranked a military general. I honestly don’t know how he got away with his life for that one, especially since I heard how strict and unforgiving the general is. “It’s nice to meet you, Connie.” I say. “How’d you even escape General Shadis after putting Veet in his shampoo and then switching his toothpaste for actual sewerage?”

“Not easily, I’ll tell you that.” Connie responds with a laugh.

I then move onto the next person. A girl with black hair and grey eyes standing beside a boy with brown hair and beautiful turquoise eyes that I’m honestly jealous of. “Hi. I’m Eren Jaeger and this is Mikasa Ackerman.”

Eren Jaeger. The Ultimate Freedom Fighter. He leads various protests to allow people more rights and be more free, and he also runs different projects that aid in getting people free from their situation. Mikasa Ackerman is his adopted sister and is basically known as his knight in shining armour because of her saving Eren from all the aggressive people he’s encountered. She’s the Ultimate Protector. She protects students at school from bullies, and protects her brother, Eren, from everything. She’s been known to intimated police and SWAT teams, who are already trying to get her to join their force. Marco’s even been seen with them from time to time when he knows it could get very ugly. “What you’ve been doing is quite admirable, Eren.” I compliment him. “It’s great of you to stand up for complete strangers.”

He bashfully puts a hand on the back of his neck with a light blush and smile. “Thanks. Everyone deserves to have freedom so I just stand up for those who’s voices are drowned out by every day noise.”

I turn to Mikasa. “And you’re pretty brave to tell SWAT officers off.”

She just shrugs. “I don’t see it as brave.”

I nod and then go to the next person. Well, group. A tall boy with dark brown hair who seems to be sweating a lot, a blond boy who’s pretty buff, and a short blond girl who gives off as much warmth as an iceberg in a blizzard. “Hi. I’m (f/n) (l/n).” I introduce myself to them. They all look at me and I see the blond smirk. “Nah, cute is what you are.” He says to me. I can feel my cheeks start to burn at his pick-up line. “Oh, well, uh, thank you.”

“I’m Reiner Braun. This guy here’s Bertolt Hoover, and this is Annie Leonhart.”

Reiner Braun’s the Ultimate Blacksmith. He looks much more like a sports guy but when you see what he makes, you know that his talents lie with making armour and weapons. He makes them professionally for people who want a real replica of what medieval knights had, cosplayers, and medieval dinner shows. He’s won more than fifty competitions for blacksmithing. Bertolt Hoover is the Ultimate Deceit. He’s gotten away with a bunch of different crimes because of his shy and timid nature that makes him fade more into the background. Annie Leonhart is the Ultimate Fighter. Her father put her into boxing when she was a kid and beat the instructor on her first day so she started to train professionally. “So, what do you think about us being a thing when school really gets started, huh?” Reiner flirts. “Reiner, shut up.” Annie orders her friend. “Thanks for the offer.” I say. “It’s really tempting, but I have to decline.”

I quickly leave the trio to go introduce myself to a girl with auburn hair tied up into a ponytail. “Hi! I’m Sasha Braus!”

Sasha Braus runs a successful food critic website and tries food from all over the world including octopus, fried spiders and escamol. She’s friends with a bunch of different famous chefs like Gordon Ramsey and Rachel Ray. She’s also judged on a number of cooking shows and won every eating contest she’s competed in which is why she’s the Ultimate Foodie. “So, uh, when do you think we’ll get to eat?” Sasha asks me. I think for a second. “Not sure. We’ll probably have the orientation meeting and then be given a tour of the school, which will take a while, so probably not until at least eleven.”

She pouts. That’s when I notice a smell. “What the hell is that?”

“Oh, it’s a potato.” Sasha says and pulls out a whole baked potato from her jacket pocket. “Where the hell did you find a potato?!” I ask her. “Well when I woke up, I was really hungry. But my bag wasn’t with me that carried all my snacks. So before I came to the main hall, I decided to go find the dining hall. The potato was just kind of... there. Like it was waiting for me to eat it.” Sasha says and then breaks off a piece. “You want half?”

I look at the piece and see that it’s more like a quarter but I’m not hungry anyway so I politely decline. “More for me then!”

I laugh at her and then turn and see the black haired male with the stick up his ass. “Let’s get this over with.” I think to myself as I make my way over. “Hi.” I greet him. His cold eyes land on me and I instantly feel like I committed a felony or something. “Levi Ackerman.”

Levi Ackerman, distant cousin of Mikasa Ackerman, according to tabloids, who’s the Ultimate Cleaner. Apparently he grew up in the shittiest part of the city where the rats are almost the size of feet, which is where his obsession for cleanliness came from. He cleans up any vandalism from the streets and enforces no littering. He’s run mass city, beach and ocean clean ups. I decide that it’s best to leave him alone so I turn to the brown haired girl beside him who’s wearing glasses. “Hiii! I’m Hanji Zoë! The Ultimate Scientist! Also I’m non-binary, just so you know.”

Hanji Zoë definitely lives up to the title. They found a new element when they were ten and they had to do their science work from home so a university chemist and biologist could come tutor them. They even created a new cell that can protect the body from diseases like TB, certain cancers, and certain joint problems. She also won a Nobel prize. “It’s nice to meet you.” I say. “Great job on getting that Nobel prize for your cell creation!”

“Thank you, but it was nothing.” Hanji brushes my compliment off. “I don’t need an award to tell me that I helped millions of people for me to know it. Sorry, did that sound cocky?”

“No, no! It’s ok! I understand what you mean.” I tell them and then go off to the blond boy with glasses. “Hi. I’m Armin Arlert.”

Armin Arlert. The Ultimate Strategist who came up with his first strategy to get out of the orphanage he was placed in and go completely unnoticed when he was eight. After that, he started working with the military and with him on their side, there are much fewer casualties for them... but not for the other side. “So, your strategies are pretty damn good.” I say. “How on earth do you come up with them?”

“Oh, I don’t know. It just kind of happens.” Armin says awkwardly. “You get nervous about speaking about your brain, don’t you?” I ask him. He chuckles with a small blush. “Was I that obvious?”

“It’s ok. I get it. You help the military to make sure that they don’t lose as many soldiers as the other side.” I say. He nods shyly, so I move onto the next person. She has brown hair tied back into a flat ponytail. “Hi. I’m (f/n).” I introduce myself. “Ymir.” She introduces herself.

With the lack of a last name, and not hearing about her at all online, I just nod my head awkwardly and go introduce myself to the final person. He’s talking to Marco and has interesting hair. It’s ash blond with a brown undercut. “Hi, I’m (f/n) (l/n).” I introduce myself. The boy turns around and I get bit startled by his amber eyes. Eren has pretty eyes, but this guy is a full on pretty boy. He gives me a grin and I can tell he knows it, too. “Hey, Jean Kirschtein.”

Jean Kirschtein is the Ultimate Equestrian. He’s been riding horses ever since he could walk because he grew up on a farm. He entered his first equestrian competition when he was seven and has won first every year. He helps take care of horses from his own to others and even helps beginners with picking out which horse they should ride first. He even runs riding lessons at the farms for said beginners. “So, I heard that you’re the Ultimate Lucky Student, eh?” Jean asks. “Could I have some of that luck to take you horse riding?”

“Keep it PG at school, horse face!” We hear Eren mock. “I don’t have a horse face!” Jean shouts at him. “And I wasn’t implying anything!”

He’s obviously a bit embarrassed and flustered. “Alright, alright. Calm down. He’s just doing it to rile you up.” Marco says to Jean. “If it’s any consolation, I don’t think you look like a horse.” I tell him.

Just as I finish saying that, a bell goes off. “Ahem! Ahem! Testing, testing! Mic check, one, two! This is a test of the school’s broadcast system! Am I on? Can everyone hear me? Ok, well then...!” A voice speaks through the PA system. “Ahh, to all incoming students! I would like to begin the entrance ceremony at... right now! Please make your way to the gymnasium at your earliest convenience... That’s all. I’ll be waiting!”

“Is that voice not sitting well with anyone else or is my stomach feeling squirmy because of the potato I stole?” Sasha asks us. “No. It definitely feels odd.” Marco agrees with her. “We don’t have time for this, brats. Let’s just get on with this so I can clean. This place is absolutely filthy.” Levi says monotonously with a hint of disgust as he walks away from the group and towards the gym. I look at Jean and Marco and the three of us follow him, followed by everyone else. We all make it to the gym in a few short minutes. I see Hanji go towards the trophy case and look straight at this gold and purple katana. “Oo, pretty!” They exclaim and then touch the handle but immediately retract their hand. “Damn, that thing is absolutely coated in gold dust! My hand looks like El Dorado!”

“Um... anyone else find it weird that the hall’s are completely empty?” Krista asks as we enter the gym itself. “I haven’t even heard any other classes going in the classrooms.”

“Yeah, man. I’m getting weirded out, now.” Connie agrees with her. “And did anyone else notice that there were machine guns in front of the entrance which looked like a vault door?” Eren asks. “It’s probably nothing, Eren.” Mikasa says. “Why would they have machine guns in a school?”

He nods but I see him shift uncomfortably. “Hey there, howdy, hello!” The voice from earlier greets. “Is everyone here? Good! Then let’s get things rolling!”

We all look towards the stage which has a podium in the centre and the school crest above it, which are two wings; one white and one blue. As we await our headmaster to walk on stage, a black and white teddy bear pops up and lands on the podium. I hear Connie snort back a laugh. “A teddy bear?” Krista asks in confusion. “I’m not a teddy bear!” The bear says lowly. “I... am... Monokuma! And I am this school’s headmaster!”

I try to wrap my head around what’s happening. A teddy bear- er, uh, Monokuma is our headmaster who’s mouth doesn’t even move when he’s talking. I look around at all my classmates, particularly Connie, to see if this is a joke of his, but everyone looks just as confused as I am. Except Annie but she’s devoid of all of emotion. Hell, even Levi has an eyebrow quirked at the oddness. “Nice to meet you all!”

“Ok, Connie.” Reiner says. “This was hilarious, best prank you’ve ever pulled! But can you turn off the teddy bear now?”

“I’m not doing this, I swear! You guys can search me for a remote or whatever.” Connie responds. “I don’t think he has the intelligence needed to build that. No offence, Connie.” Armin says. I see Connie look slightly offended at the words. “I told you already, I’m not a teddy bear... I’m Monokuma! And I’m your headmaster!” Monokuma shouts angrily as he moves his arms up to display further emotion. “AH! It moved!” Sasha screeches. “No shit, Sherlock.” Levi mumbles. “Oh, calm down, everyone! It’s obviously just a remote controlled toy!” Hanji says. “How dare you compare me to a child’s plaything!” Monokuma says. “You’ve cut me deep. Deeper than the Mariana Trench... My remote control system is so complex, even the folks in the Military Police can’t recreate or even comprehend it! Then again, that place is full of nitwits! Now then, moving on! We really must hurry and get started... Everyone, stand at attention and bow! And... good morning!”

Marco does as he’s told. “Good morning, sir!”

“Marco, stand up.” Jean whispers and pulls the boy up from his bow. “Don’t fall for this shit.”

“Now then, let us commence with a most noteworthy and memorable entrance ceremony!” Monokuma says. “First, let’s talk a bit about what your school life here will be like. Now, ah, make no mistake- you few students, so full of potential, represent the hope of the world. And to protect such splendid hope... you will all live a communal life together solely within the confines of this school. Everyone will live in harmony together, and adhere to the school’s rules and regulations. Ah, now then... regarding the end date of this communal life... there isn’t one! In other words, you’ll all be here until the day you die! Such is the school life you’ve been assigned.”

“Until we die? What kind of fucked up bullshit is this?” Levi asks. “Oh, but fear not!” Monokuma assures us. “We have quite an abundant budget, so you won’t lack for all the common conveniences.”

“That’s still not very comforting.” I tell him. “You gotta be screwing with us!” Connie says. “I am not screwing with you!” Monokuma shouts angrily. “I am no liar, of that you can be 100% sure. Ah, and just for your information... you’re completely cut off from the outside world. So you don’t have to worry about that dirty, dirty land beyond these walls ever again!”

I feel my pockets for my phone. “They took our phones!” I announce. Everyone then starts to check themselves for theirs, too. “So, then... all those metal plates all over the school... they’re there to keep us trapped in here?” Reiner asks him. “That’s exactly what they’re there for.” Monokuma confirms. “No matter how much you may yell and scream for help... help will not come. So with all that in mind, feel free to live out your life here with reckless abandon!”

“Come on, what the hell is this? It’s not funny!” Eren asks. “You all keep saying this is a lie, or a joke.” Monokuma says. “A bunch of skeptics, all of you. But I guess you can’t help it, huh? You all grew up in an age where you’re taught to doubt your neighbour... Well, you’ll have plenty of time to find out whether or not what I say is true. And when that time comes, you’ll see with your own eyes that I speak the undeniable truth.” Monokuma answers Eren.

“I don’t want to live here forever! This is bullshit!” Jean shouts nervously. No one else looks pleased with the news. “Come, now. What’s the matter with all of you? You decided of your own free will to attend Hope’s Peak Academy, didn’t you? And now, before the entrance ceremony is even finished, you’ve already decided that you want to leave? Oh, but you know... I guess I did forget to mention one thing. There is one way for you to leave the school...” Monokuma leaves us in hopeful suspense.

“Spit it out, already.” Annie orders. “Ok, ok! Calm down!” Monokuma says. “As headmaster, I’ve crafted a special clause for those of you who would like to leave! I call it... the Graduation Clause! Now, let me tell you about this fun little rule. As I mentioned, in order to maintain an environment of harmony here, we rely on a communal lifestyle. And if someone were to disrupt that harmony, they, and they alone, would be allowed to leave the school. That, my students, is the Graduation Clause!”

“So by disrupting the peace, all we need to do is fling shit, literally, at people and we can just... go?” Levi asks with a hint of skepticism in his voice. Monokuma laughs. “No. Not exactly. But... if someone were murder another. (“Murder?!” We all repeat in shock) Stabbing, strangling, bludgeoning, crushing, hacking, drowning, igniting, how you do it doesn’t matter. You must kill someone if you want to leave. It’s as simple as that. The rest is up to you. Give it your all to achieve the best outcome in the worst way possible!”

The air goes suffocatingly thick as we all process the situation at hand. We’re trapped in here for life unless we commit murder. There’s no way to contact the outside world, all the windows are boarded up with giant plates of metal, and our headmaster is a complete psycho. No one wants to believe this. It’s something straight out of a horror movie or a TV show created by someone seriously fucked up. Monokuma’s laugh brings us all out of our stupor. “I bet that got your brain juices flowing! Beats the heck out of a human catching a salmon, huh? Like I said before, you guys are the hope of the world. But you know... taking that hope and seeing it get murdered creates a darkened shadow of despair. And I just find that so. Darn. Exciting!”

“You’re insane!” Krista exclaims as she starts to cry a bit. “You guys just don’t get it, do you?” Monokuma asks. “‘Let us go, let us go!’ You keep on saying the same thing over and over and over and over...! Listen. From this moment on, this school is your home, your life, your world. Got it? And you can kill as much as you wanna kill! So go ahead! Go on a kill-kill-killing spree!”

No one makes a move, or a sound, for a good few seconds until Mikasa walks up to the podium. She just stands there. “Eh? Well what do you want?” Monokuma asks her. When he finishes speaking, she grabs him by his little bear neck and lifts him off the ground. Monokuma waves his arms up and down. “I don’t know if you’re a toy, and, frankly, I don’t care, but you just threatened myself, Eren and everyone else here with murder. If it’s murder you want, it’s murder you’ll get.” Mikasa says and pulls out a pocketknife from her pants pocket. “Waah! Violence against the headmaster is in violation of school regulations!” Monokuma shouts. “You never said that before.” Mikasa says stoically. “And all we need to do is disturb the peace to leave, right? So all I need to do is pull out your stuffing and I’ll get to leave. And since you won’t be around, I’ll take everyone here with me.”

He doesn’t respond except for some kind of beeping. “Is he shutting down?” I question. The beeping then gets louder and more frequent. I then hear a gasp come from behind me. “Throw it!” Hanji instructs. “What?” Mikasa responds. “Throw the damn bear! He’s gonna explode!” Hanji explains. Mikasa immediately throws the bear away and then throws herself onto Eren so he doesn’t get hurt as Monokuma explodes.

I jump from the sudden sound and hear Krista squeak in surprise. “Well, shit. That really throws the reality of this situation in our faces.” Levi says with his usual emotionless voice, but there’s a hint of nervousness behind it. “Wait, guys, Mikasa still killed it!” I point out. “Yeah! The bastard bear’s destroyed!” Eren cheers. “Uh... I-I wouldn’t be so sure...” Armin speaks up as Monokuma reappears on the podium. “Nice try! But it’ll take a lot more than a silly explosion to kill me!”

“Oh, come on! What the hell is this?!” Reiner shouts. “So I was almost killed for nothing?” Mikasa asks. “Of course! You violated one of the school regulations, after all. I’ll let you off with a warning this time, but you’d better be careful from now on. Any naughty boy or girl who violates my rules won’t get off with just a little swat on the butt.” Monokuma threatens. I swear I see a vein on his forehead pop out from the anger. “Wait... if you exploded... and you’re back... does that mean that there are more of you?” Hanji asks him. “Mhm! Yup! There’s also surveillance cameras installed everywhere so I’ll be able to see if you break the rules. Then it’s bye-bye birdie! Now that that’s out of the way, to commemorate your joyous entry into our school, I have a little something for you...” Monokuma says and then flat tablets appear before each of us from the ground. “This is your official student handbook! Pretty cool, huh? As you can see, it’s fully digital. So naturally, we called it... the E-Handbook!”

“Wow... I wonder how many brain cells it took to come up with that?” Hanji says sarcastically. “Ignoring that rude comment, this handbook is absolutely vital to a healthy school life, so don’t lose it! When you start it up, it will display your name. Always make sure you have the right one! Now, this is not your everyday notebook. It has so many more uses than that! Also, it’s completely waterproof. Splash it, wash it, drown it, it’ll keep ticking! And thanks to its space-age design, it can withstand an impact force of up to ten tons. It’s very resistant! It contains all of our school regulations, so make sure you review them thoroughly! You’ll hear me say this a lot, but any violation of school regulations will not be tolerated.”

“This is gonna get pretty fucking annoying.” Ymir groans. “Well, then, don’t violate the rules and you won’t hear it often, sweets. (“Sweets?! Why you-!” Ymir growls but refuses to move so nothing else happens.) Rules restrict, yes, but they also protect. Society, for example, would be utter chaos without laws. (“It’s got a point...” Annie agrees with Monokuma). The same thing applies here! Which is why it’s crucial that we have strict punishments in place for violators. Ok, well... that brings our entrance ceremony to a close! Please enjoy your abundantly dreary school life! See ya!” Monokuma says before disappearing.

With him now gone, we all have time to properly process what we were all just told. I can feel the fear lingering in the air. This school is wrongfully named after Hope. Like he said, the opposite of hope is despair... which is the state that all of us are currently in.

[luna-eclipse2000]

Little Miss Perfect

Mikasa x Reader

I walk into the school councillor’s office at the very start of the school day so no one sees me. “Good morning, (y/n).” Ms. Lynn greets me. “How are you doing? I have to say, I was surprised that you requested to see me.”

“I’m… I should say I’m fine but I’m not.” I respond as I take a seat. “I don’t know who to talk to. I’m seen as this perfect person with no flaws and it honestly puts me under a lot of pressure, so I feel like I can’t talk to anyone about my problems.”

“Alright, why don’t you tell me what kind of pressure you’re under.” Ms. Lynn requests. “I know you feel like you need to be perfect so just elaborate what you mean.”

“Well, I’ve gotten straight A’s all throughout high school.” I start to explain. “I’ve got perfectly straight hair. I don’t cut corners on anything I do, just take a straight path, go straight forward. I’m the head of Student Council. I hate being late so I always make a point to be on time.”

“Alright, what about outside of school?” Ms. Lynn asks me. “You have a life outside of school, right?”

I nod. “I’m invited to all the parties but I don’t drink and especially don’t black out like almost everyone else does. My favourite singer is Paul McCartney- I love old music like the Beatles but also like new music and singers like Ariana Grande and Lady Gaga. (“Ok, what else?”) Well, I was adopted when I was two. My parents spoiled me rotten. Often, I ask myself ‘What did I do to get as far as I’ve gotten?’”

“Ok, so why exactly did you come to talk to me?” Ms. Lynn asks. “Um…” I say and look down nervously. “Nothing that we talk about in here will be discussed out there.” Ms. Lynn assures. “Unless it’s incredibly disturbing, of course.”

“Well… A few months ago I saw my friend walk by locker and I felt my heart flutter, and my face heat up.” I tell her. “Are you afraid that your feelings won’t be reciprocated?” Ms. Lynn asks me. I nod my head. “Well, that’s a worry we all have when he have feelings for someone.” Ms. Lynn says. “Except she’s a girl…” I tell her quietly. “I’m the perfect student, perfect girl, perfect friend, but I have a crush on my friend who’s a girl. What stereotypical perfect family depicts one of the children- hell, the parents as gay or lesbian?”

“When you think about how you feel about her, what’s the first thing that comes to mind?” Ms. Lynn asks me. “I can’t fall off my throne of perfection. I’ve never been in a relationship before so how do I even know what love feels like?” I say. “So I just pretend that I’m straight in hopes that I’ll trick my mind into liking someone like Armin, who’s extremely smart and already has three Ivy League schools begging him to go there when he graduates next year. Or Jean, who’s the star football player, captain of the team. Or even Eren. Anyone but a girl. But it didn’t work.”

“Of course, it didn’t.” Ms. Lynn tells me. “It’s the chemicals in our brain that determines what kind of person we like.”

“That’s not exactly what I mean…” I say. “I stayed over at her place last week because we were studying for a history test. I kept saying that everything I was feeling towards her was completely platonic, it obviously wasn’t. Her smirks were so enticing when I’d answer a question from the cue card and I got it correct. I didn’t even realize that hours had sped by until it was 9 pm and we ordered pizza.” I remember how when she took a sip of her water, I bit my lip and when she joked about a question on the test, I nearly choked on mine. “After that, she wanted to braid my hair and it was the first time I blacked out.”

I hesitate to continue. “You look nervous, (y/n).” Ms. Lynn notices. “What happened?”

“I lost control…” I say. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand-“ Ms. Lynn says but I cut her off. “I kissed her. Then I swear I saw a face in the window behind her as she looked… I don’t know, creeped out? She just kinda stared at me. The face reminded me of how I’ll fall off my throne and that I don’t know anything about love so how could I possibly love her? Then it said that I’m just confused and that we can forget all about this and no one will know. I freaked out and she told me that there wasn’t anything there, so I booked it out of her house. All my stuff is still there.”

“Why did you run away?” Ms. Lynn questions me. “She said ‘There’s nothing there’.” I answer. “Do you think she was talking about the face, and not about returning your feelings?” Ms. Lynn asks. I open my mouth to speak, but I don’t. I didn’t think about that. “Has your friend tried to talk to you?”

“I… I don’t know…” I say. “I’ve kinda been ignoring the whole situation like it never happened.”

“Maybe you should go find her and talk about it.” Ms. Lynn suggests. “The worst she can say is ‘no.’ And it’s alright to like someone of the same gender. It’s completely normal. And if people don’t like you for it, then you know who the real people are.”

I nod and stand up. “Thank you.” I say before exiting the office and going out into the hall.

“I remember seeing her every morning outside with Jean hitting on her.” I think to myself as I head out the front doors. “Maybe she’s there.”

I look around at all the students arriving for the day and indeed see Mikasa sitting on the same bench under the same tree with Jean hitting on her. I can hear my heart beating in my head and can even see my shirt shake slightly. “She’s gonna push you away.” The negative voice in my head tells me. “Run away, now. You’re reputation can be saved. You can still be the perfect person.”

I take a deep breath and ignore the voice as I walk over to Mikasa. “You know,” I hear Jean say to her as she reads her book. “I’ve got a game tonight, and it’d be great if you came. People say that I’m gonna score at least four- no, five touch downs!”

“Uh huh.” Mikasa responds monotonously. “Mikasa?” I call out her name. Her head snaps up from her book and I freeze when she looks right into my eyes. “Run away! Run away! Run away!” The voice orders me. Mikasa stands up and walks over to me, Jean looking completely confused. “I, um…” I stammer. Mikasa then, without saying anything, cups my left cheek her free hand and kisses me. “Don’t run away from me again, please.” Mikasa whispers as she pulls away. “You can come get your stuff tonight.”

All I can do is nod until I see Jean’s face as he realizes he’s been going after someone who will definitely never love him back which causes me to start laughing. Mikasa turns around and starts to laugh as well. “Sorry, Jean.” Mikasa apologizes. “I thought I made it clear in grade seven that I had no affection towards you.”

Jean nods, then gives us a thumbs up before going after the head cheerleader, only to have her friend, Ymir, punch him in the face. “Ten bucks says next month those two get together.” I bet. “Twenty says they already are.” Mikasa bets back and then we head inside to go to class.

Little Miss Perfect. That’s me.

[luna-eclipse2000]

Baby, it’s cold outside.

Marco Bodt x Reader

“God, why did I think it’d be a good idea to leave my house without a hat? Or a scarf?” I ask myself as I leave the school. “-20° (-4° F) outside with snow and wind… But the forecast is usually wrong because the meteorologist is horrible at their job.”

I rub my hands together to try and warm them up a bit, but they’re already going numb. I sigh but that just causes my teeth to chatter. I decide to tuck my hands under my arms to try and get a bit of warmth back when I hear a car drive up beside me but I don’t look to see who it is because I’m too focused on not becoming a popsicle. “You look really cold.” The person says from their window. “Yeah?” I ask rhetorically. “I wonder why? Maybe it’s because there’s blizzard and I’m in a stupid little coat that I got on sale from Marshall’s.”

Upon realizing how rude I just was, I immediately back peddle. “I’m-I’m sorry. I’m just really cold and trying to preserve my energy in order to make it back to my dorm.”

“I could give you a ride if you’d like?” The person offers. Before I say anything else, I look over to see who’s in the car. “Oh, hey, Marco.” I greet him properly. “That’d be great, thanks.”

I quickly shuffle my way over to the car, open the door, and hop in. Marco turns up the heating and takes his hat off to put on me so my ears warm up faster. “You know, you should prepare for any kind of weather during the winter.” Marco says. “Yeah, I know.” I agree. “I was just in a rush this morning and I knew about the weather but I was already down the hall, and I decided that I’d be fine.”

The radio then starts to play Idina Menzel and Michael Bublè’s version of Baby, It’s Cold Outside. Marco starts to laugh as I pout. “Don’t mock me, radio.”

“Why don’t I come inside with you and make you something warm to drink while you get a million blankets to pile on?” Marco offers once he’s stopped laughing. “Sure,” I agree. “I’d really like that.”

~~~~~

“Here you go.” Marco says as I sit on my small couch. I have a blanket across my lap, as well. “Thank you.” I say as I take the mug. It’s hot chocolate but he decorated the hell out of it. There’s whipped cream, marshmallows and a candy cane. “Holy crap, Marco! How’d you learn to do this?”

He laughs. “I’m the oldest of four. My youngest brother’s just about to turn 10 so I’ve learned how to make things look cool. Hot Chocolate’s kinda my specialty during the winter.”

“Well it looks like it should be in a commercial or something.” I say as I take a sip of my drink. “Thanks.” He replies as he takes a sip of his.

~~~~~

“Well, I think I’m gonna go now.” Marco says as he stands up. “Gotta study for a test next week in a unit I suck in and I still live at home which is 20 minutes away.”

“Oh, ok.” I reply, kinda sad that he has to go. “We should do this more often, I had fun.” Marco tells me. I nod. “Me too. Bye, Marco!”

“Bye, (y/n)!” Marco says and just as he reaches the door, the power goes out. “What the hell?” I ask. “I don’t know,” Marco replies. “I guess so many people had their heating units up so high that it caused a power outage.”

“Oh… that’s not good.” I say. “I think I have a radio in my closet. We could find out how far the blackout went and when the power could be back on.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Marco says.

I get up, head to my room, and start to search my closet for the radio I got a few years ago. “Ok… it was blue with silver…” I mumble the description to myself like it’ll help me find it faster. I move a set of boxes and find the old dusty thing so I pick it up and bring it outside to the living room. “And we pray that it works.”

Marco crosses his fingers as I press the on button and we hear some Christmas music playing. “Yes!” We cheer happily. I press one of the buttons to get to a news station so we can hear what’s going on. “The National Weather Service says that this is one of the worst storms to hit our area since 1953.” The broadcaster says. “The blackout ranges from 54th Street West all the way to Diana Road in width, and from Reiss Drive to Appleby Street in length.”

“Holy crap!” Marco exclaims. “Damn, that’s a big blackout.” I gasp. “The cause of the blackout was a mixture of people cranking up the heat and piles of snow falling on transformers.” The broadcaster says. “We advise everyone to stay inside until the power comes back on as it will be safer then going out on the roads. However, we don’t know yet just how long it will take for the Power Company to fix this.”

“Man, this sucks.” Marco groans. “You don’t wanna stay here?” I ask him. “That’s not it.” Marco tells me. “It’s just that my brothers are gonna be worried because my parents are out of state on business. I’m here. And I don’t wanna intrude on you.”

“Marco, you’re not intruding on me.” I assure him. “Besides, I think I’d prefer to have someone here than be by myself. The snow’s making it kinda dark in here.”

“Do you have any candles?” Marco asks. “We could use them for light.”

“Good idea.” I say. “I should have a few in the closet cupboard. You can go grab those and I’ll find a lighter or matches, or something.”

Marco nods and then goes down the hall. I walk into the kitchen and go through my junk drawer. I find a highlighter, turtle shaped silly band, pens galore, a battery, and finally my lighter. “Got the lighter!” I announce as I re-enter the living room. “I got four candles.” Marco says as he comes in a second later. “I got Ocean Breeze, Caramel Apple, Holly Jolly, and Honey Wildflower. It’s gonna smell interesting in here.”

I laugh as Marco takes the lids off each and I light the wicks.

~~~~~

It’s only been an hour since the power went out and it’s already getting pretty cold in here. I’m currently shivering my ass off as I have four blankets and a coat on. All of a sudden, Marco stands up and walk over to the radio. He clicks through the channels when Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas comes on. He walks back over and offers his hand to me. “Maybe dancing will warm you up a bit.”

I blush a bit and take his hand. I stand up and follow Marco a few steps away from the couch where he then places his hands on my waist and I place mine on his shoulders.

🎵 Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Let your heart be light

From now on

Our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Make the Yule-tide gay

From now on

Our troubles will be miles away

Here we are as in olden days

Happy golden days of yore

Faithful friends who are dear to us

Gather near to us once more🎵

“Starting to warm up a bit?” Marco asks. I nod. “My hands are still freezing, though.”

“Don’t you have gloves?” Marco asks. I smile sheepishly at him. “I usually just put them in my pockets.”

“That’s why you didn’t have some earlier?” Marco asks. I nod slowly. He laughs and then grabs my hands. “Here, my youngest brother used to do this all the time.” He then lifts his shirt up a bit and puts my hands under it. I feel him tense up when my cold hands meet his warm body. “And, boom, instant warmth.”

I don’t respond as I’m completely freaking out. “Uh… Are you ok?” Marco asks me. “Is this uncomfortable? I’m sorry, it’s all I could really think of so you’d get warm faster.”

What I mean to say is “I’m perfectly fine. Just wasn’t expecting this.” But what came out of my mouth was “How the hell are you so ripped?”

Now it’s Marco’s turn to blush and gape like a fish. “I’m so sorry!” I apologize. “I have no idea why I said that!”

“I, uh… I-I just go to the gym.” Marco answers. “You can come one day with me, if you want.”

“Me?” I ask. “Working out with you? In workout clothes? Sweating?” Marco raises an eyebrow at my inquires. “Please stop me before I say something I’ll highly regret and then run out into the snow.”

He laughs and then kisses my forehead. “I think it’ll be just fine if you say what you want to.”

“Yes, I’ll join.” I answer in complete. “To workout and definitely not stare at you.”

Marco laughs. “Since I’m pretty sure classes will be cancelled tomorrow, mind if I just stay over? I can make you more hot chocolate when the power comes back.”

I nod quickly. “As long as I can cuddle you and keep my hands under your shirt.”

“Of course.” Marco replies.