#also apparently a little eremika?

[jjkeremika]

Drop my class so i can pick you up pt2

description: eren's a professor; mikasa used to be a student in his class

pairing: eremika, eren x mikasa (aot/snk)

smut: yessir

***smutty***

Apparently there were some serious repercussions for student-teacher relationships if the student was in the class, despite it being between two consensual adults. Jaeger risked losing his job and Mikasa risked losing her enrollment.

Honestly the thought of sneaking around like that was appealing to both of them. The adrenaline made everything more thrilling, from the hiding to the sexual act. The blood pumped a little harder and the heart beat a little faster.

It also reminded them of the first time, hidden away in his office. She still wondered how much noise they made, how much managed to sneak through the cracks. If anyone heard them.

“Mikasa, did you hear me?” Eren’s voice pulled her from her thoughts.

She was sat on his couch with her back against the armrest, her feet resting on top of his thighs. He was sat properly on the couch, feet on the ground, hand gently rubbing the skin on her thigh. The tv played in the background. Oh right, they were watching a movie.

“Huh? Uh, no,” she answered sheepishly. “Sorry.” He chuckled lightly.

He swiped his hand to the side like he was deflecting her apology, motioning that he didn’t mind her dazing off. He did that a lot.

“I asked if you’ve dropped my class yet.” He looked at her expectantly. His hand stilled on her thigh and the other started playing with the fabric of her skirt. She started wearing them more; he liked it. She liked how much he liked it.

She nodded, smiling softly. “Mhm, I dropped it that night.” Her cheeks bore a light pink blush as she thought back to that day.

He smirked, also remembering when he bent her over his desk and left her hiding a limp after when she walked. It was only a week ago, so it was still vivid. He could still remember what she first tasted like, what she first felt like.

Not much had happened since then. There was a slight pressure to slow everything down, focus on getting to know each other in more detail, memorizing the other’s superficial traits and exposing the skeletons in their closets. Out and open, as they say. Nobody really knew who they were though.

Maybe it made them appreciate the sensual aspect more. Hands lingered longer and kisses were slower. Sometimes the inhibition wore thin and their hands and lips wandered, yearning for more. It was hard to pull away from the other when the flame burned too hot.

“Should we restart the movie?” he asked, gesturing towards the tv with the remote loosely in his grip.

She nodded and he restarted the movie. She shuffled next to him and wrapped his arm around her. He kissed her head, lingering. He inhaled deeply; she smelled nice.

After 15 minutes, she asked, “Wait, who is that?” and pointed to the screen. “Is that that other guy? And who’s that woman?”

He shrugged, lightly amused by her confusion.

She rubbed her hand against her forehead. “Okay I seriously don’t get it. Like, what is even happening?”

“What do you mean? Just watch,” he said calmly.

She sat up a little. “How am I supposed to know what’s going on if I have no idea what’s going on?”

“Are you serious?”

“Of course I’m serious. You never answered my questions!”

“Why are you even asking me?”

“You’ve seen it!”

He took a deep breath, loudly exhaling and shaking his head. He returned his attention to the tv screen.

She rolled her eyes and sat back into the couch and looked at the screen. Her eyes glossed over it and her brain refused to retain a single word. Her mind was elsewhere and her mouth was running towards it.

“Mikasa, shut the fuck up or I’ll bend you over, smack your ass, and call you a whore,” he snapped, releasing a heavy breath, like it had been weighing down his lungs for minutes.

His tone was serious, and the looming threat made her pelvic muscles contract and felt the blood rush in to fuel it. She wondered if he would actually do it, if she should say something, anything.

She struggled to speak. Not only was her throat as dry as the desert in a heat wave, but whole libraries of language had been erased from her memory. She could feel the anxiety knocking around her stomach at the thought of initiating anything. Finding the courage to act on her thoughts paralyzed her. She mentally discouraged herself for remaining silent, eyes glued to the screen. It’s not like she thought it wouldn’t be reciprocated.

Words eluded her, but she knew deep down that if the opportunity arose, he wouldn’t refuse.

She heard a soft, “Good girl,” in a whisper. Intentionally loud enough for her to hear; quiet enough to make her listen.

His cocky smirk and the prominent pulse to her pelvis were all the inspiration she needed.

She sat upright and brought her knees onto the couch. She crawled over his lap, knees on one side of his legs and hands on the other side. She could feel his eyes on her. “Just thirsty,” she said as she raised one arm to reach for her water bottle on the side table.

She barely lifted her arm when a hand gripped the back of her neck and pushed her head and shoulders to the couch. Once she was on the cushion, he removed his hand and grabbed his thighs, arranging her so that her thighs were straight and her ass was in the air.

“What the fuck did I say?”

She could feel the cool air against her warm skin through her thin lace panties as the position lifted the bottom of her skirt. She shifted to rest her head on her crossed arms. She was smiling uncontrollably into her arms, the excitement vastly overtaking the nerves.

He removed his hands and there was a long pause. She slightly wiggled her hips to entice him into action.

One harsh slap to the left cheek, one harder smack to the right. She squealed in surprise and felt her pelvic muscles loosen and release the first drop as the sting tingled her the skin.

“Stay still,” he demanded, smacking both cheeks again.

He flicked the skirt onto her back to expose all of her ass. He wanted to watch the force of his hand spread out on her jiggly cheeks. He wanted to watch the pattern of her panties paint her skin in red ink.

Two back-to-back slaps to each cheek. She focused on pushing back against the rough shove of his hand. “Oh, good girl,” he purred.

He spanked her four more times, her body jolting forward with each smack. Her mind slipped out of control and her mouth released noises she’s never made before. If he played them back, she wouldn’t recognize the voice.

He pulled her panties down and muttered an, “Oh, fuck,” at the sight of the pink and red, faint swirls and flowers, mapping exactly where he’d touched. He rubbed his hand softly over the skin. She barely felt it over the concoction of numbness and stinging.

He shifted her slightly and slid his legs out from under her. He rearranged himself so he leaned over her, kissing down her spine as his hands tugged her skirt off. She awkwardly slipped out her shirt (well, technically it was his shirt), leaving herself bare, while his hands and mouth left soft touches and soothing kisses all over the red area.

He rested back on his calves and moved his hands to his belt, rushing to undo the loops. He removed his pants and briefs in record time, awkwardly shuffling out as fast as he could so he could redirect his attention back to her.

She pressed her ass back, chasing after his hands. “Ah, hurry up,” she moaned, lifting up and turning around slightly to look at him. She shook her hips, impatient. “It’s been too long.”

He roughly flipped her onto her back and put his hand over her mouth. His head was right above hers, eyes directly over eyes. It would make her nervous if she weren’t already so turned on; instead it only fueled the fire.

His other hand lightly pinched her nipple before sliding it down her torso to her crotch. He kissed her neck as he wiggled and moved his finger until he heard the same gasp he heard when he found her sweet spot the first time. It brought him back, and he felt himself grow harder for more reasons than he could count on two hands. He could hear and feel the vibrations of muffled mumbles through his hand.

He bit her neck near her ear, not harsh enough to leave a mark, but enough to command her attention, like when he used to knock his fist against the desk in class. She softly yipped at the sharp sensation on the thin, highly sensitive skin. She opened her eyes to see him staring down at her, his eyes glossed over with interest and lust and intent.

“You’ve said enough.”

The shiver down her spine brought her attention back to how wet she was between her legs. His voice was firm and she wondered what he’d do if she rejected his statement and rebelled anyway. She was more curious about what he’d do if she obeyed him.

He kept his hand over her mouth as the pad of his index finger stroked and rolled around the ball of her clit. She bit her lip to keep the noise bottled inside, burning holes in her throat.

He moved his hand to lay flat on her upper chest, just below her neck, pressing slightly into her throat. Simultaneously, he easily slipped his index finger inside her. She felt very wet, very warm, very welcoming.

Each movement was careful, exploratory. Eren eyed her carefully, searching her face and body language for any signs of extra pleasure or even discomfort. She wrapped her legs around his thighs to pull him closer and squeeze his finger. She crossed her arm over her chest and squeezed at her boob and lightly playing with her nipple between her fingers. He removed his hand from her neck and rested his forearm against the cushion, falling closer to her.

“My god, you are so sexy,” he whispered in her ear before lightly nipping just below it. His hot breath immediately sparked goosebumps and she became acutely aware of the blood driving to her pelvis. “So, so beautiful,” he whispered against her chest between kisses. “So, so good for me.”

He angled his finger in just the right way and she tilted her head back and bit her lip to suppress the moan that erupted from the waves of pleasure rippling through her.

She released a high pitched noise and roughly gathered the fabric of the cushion next to her hip.

“Oh, I like that noise,” he said breathlessly, more to himself than to her. He removed his finger and lathered his cock with more lubricant, though she didn’t believe they needed it. She could feel the waterfall between her legs, but she felt warm at the thought that he wanted her to feel nothing but the best.

Her lips parted as he slid his cock inside her and she converted a deep moan into multiple shaky breaths riddled with light squeals. She tried to stay quiet, even cupping her own hand around her mouth to block the noise.

The thrusts started slowly, carefully; long and deep to feel the pressure of one against the other, feel the waves of pleasure shooting through their nerves, telling her to follow his movements, telling him to kiss her longer, to make it last.

“Wait,” Mikasa mumbled before pulling away, letting a slight moan slip through her lips. She sat upright on her knees. “Sit down.”

Eren quickly did as she said and sat upright on the couch, back against the back cushions, legs spread. Once he was settled, she straddled him.

She placed one hand on his shoulder for support and used her other to slide up and down his cock. She smiled as he leaned his head back and his face twitched in pleasure.

When she was ready, she slowly sat down on his cock, releasing a series of Ah’s that progressively became louder the more of him she took. His vision was slightly blurred and his gaze alternated between Mikasa’s face and the site where their bodies intertwined.

She started to hop and they both moaned synchronously. The feeling was overwhelming at the source and it spread out, raising goosebumps and sending electricity throughout their bodies. He placed his hands on her hips and followed her rhythm, adding extra force and amplifying the feeling, increasing the speed.

The heat was building out of control. Her breathing was heavy and rapid, her heart was beating faster than ever before.

Her pelvic muscles tightened around him and her movements became sloppy and slow as she reached her climax. Her hands held his hair tightly; Eren practically moaned each time he fucked into her as the upward motion caused her to pull his hair.

He was close. So, so very close. But he so, so badly wanted to come with her, to share that blissful harmony with her.

Her body tensed and felt increasingly warm. The feeling of pleasure rolling through her repeatedly, increasing in magnitude each time, each one adding to the feeling building inside her. She threw her head back and cried out as the orgasm rippled throughout her body, causing her toes and her fingers to curl.

He quickly pulled out of her and the pressure that had built up for what felt like forever was immediately released, coating both of their stomachs with viscous reminders. He moaned out her name in a long drawl.

She collapsed onto him, their stomachs sticking together like glue, she rested her head against his shoulder. Both of them breathed heavily, desperately trying to catch their breath.

Neither spoke for a few minutes, they needed time to process the lingering feelings and allow theirbody to settle into the new position.

Mikasa was the first to speak, her throat sore from all the moaning: “So are we together in every universe?” She lifted her head to look at him, briefly glancing at his lips.

He tilted his head slightly and smiled softly. He held his hand against her cheek and so, so softly ran his thumb along cheekbone.

“Does it matter if we’re together in this one?”

[crisalidaseason]

I’m glad you had the courage to spoke up about 2 things: eremikas weird relationship and Mikasa chemistry with the characters, people always hate on someone who say about that, but anyways i always find it weird eremikas relationship bc besides all the things that happens and what they did for each other they also are sibling even if it’s not blood related they still are, i don’t really care about siblings that got together after they met each other when they were teenagers but eren and mikasa were created like siblings since kids and i find this really odd, also the chemistry with jeankasa i really agree they don’t have chemistry i find Jean a really good partner for her and i love them both also individually and together but we can’t pretend they have chemistry, Mikasa never had chemistry with man characters just girls, the only man i think she have a little bit of chemistry is Armin but i only like them as best friends

To be honest with you, I was a little naive. I thought that the fandom would be more chill about the eremika situation but apparently they aren't. Anyway, I agree with you, their relationship is a little weird.

Isayama said in a lot of interviews (specially when the first season aired) that Mikasa was more like a mother to Eren. He didn't have any intentions, at that time, to make them romantic and even said both of them needed some sort of separation and that Armin was an anchor to Mikasa when Eren's self-centering tendencies were too much. Those are not my words, they are Isayama's, but I agree with most of it.

Besides, Isayama also said he didn't want to focus on romance because AoT universe did not allow it. Maybe he changed his mind because of pressure, we all know that authors sometimes are pressured to do some fanservice and maybe that happened to Isayama regarding Eren and Mikasa.

Anyway, nothing denies the fact he did write Mikasa a little fruity and her interaction with women is really interesting to see. Like it was said in one of my posts, she has a few scenes with Historia and a funny rivarly with Annie. They are small moments, but we don't see those kind of interactions with men at all.

With Armin though I can see why they have a little chemistry. I don't see it as romantic, but they look so good together (like, even just standing beside one another and I'm like "the two of you are so freaking gorgeous!!"). I am biased because I loooove this duo so much even if I'm not a Arumika shipper.

[katiebug445]

Cold Coffee

Pairing: Jean/Armin  Fandom: Attack on Titan  Word Count: 5648 A/N: I found this sitting in my google docs. This was the very first Jearmin fic I ever wrote, waaay back from last winter. I never posted it anywhere because I didn’t think it was very good. But after a little bit of editing (see: I did the first half and got tired), I think it’s okay enough to post. It’s self indulgent as all fuck and Jean apparently has a cat named Brad? I don’t know... 

Tick, tick, tick, tick, the steady, easy, rhythm of the clock on the wall behind him was about enough to put him to sleep.

Jean Kirstein leaned against the counter, his chin in his hand, and was itching for something to do. His eyes lazily followed people walking by outside, chatting amongst themselves as they went about their lives, and he longed to be out there with them, instead of stuck in his stuffy, overpriced coffee shop.

He hated days like this, the days when things were so slow, that watching paint dry would be preferable to being here another second. He glanced at the clock, and he was discouraged to find that only a minute and thirty seconds had passed since he checked it the last time. With a sigh, Jean pushed off the counter and scrubbed his hands across his face to wake himself up.

Thanks to Sasha and Connie coming in late Friday night and all day Saturday, they’d caught up on inventory, and he personally had helped them restock everything. Levi made sure everything was spotless when he arrived after lunch. There was nothing left for Jean to do aside from praying to whatever deity that was paying attention for a customer or two.

He didn’t even have homework to occupy him.

Jean could hear Eren and Mikasa in the back, bickering about a math test they had the following day, and only the prospect of losing his job kept him from mouthing off to Eren. He knew from experience that if Levi caught them at each other’s throats again, they’d both be fired on the spot. And Jean needed this job. Bad.

The sky was beginning to darken despite it being just a little after 4:00 in the afternoon, and Jean had a sinking feeling that it would probably be freezing by the time his shift ended. Great. With another glance around to make sure nobody was miraculously going to be heading inside, Jean pulled out his phone, opened up a couple social medias, and began scrolling.

Marco seemed to be having a blast at the convention he’d decided to go to last minute, and Jean wished he was with him. From the pictures he’d been posting, he was making all kinds of friends with cosplayers, and had an entire backpack full of merchandise that Jean was envious of. Sasha was out sick, and her twitter was nothing but a solid stream of tweets and selfies posted from her bathroom floor, and how wonderful a boyfriend Connie was for risking contracting whatever virus she had to keep her company.

With a sigh, Jean shoved his phone back into his arpon and went back to staring aimlessly at the door. He had half a mind to try hacking the speakers and pull up one of his playlists, but Levi had a strict policy about that (thanks to Eren) now, and he knew he’d get his ass handed to him if he tried.

Finally, he heard the bickering coming up from the back and after a moment, Eren emerged, his face red and his eyes murderous. Jean couldn’t help but snort. “What’s wrong? Did mommy and daddy have a fight?”

“Shut up.” Eren growled, leaning against the display case with his arms folded tightly across his chest. “It’s none of your business.”

“I beg to differ. If a fight’s gonna break out, I wanna make sure I get a good seat, and have enough time to put a hundred on Mikasa.”

“Are you looking to start a fight?”

“Not at all. Just wantin’ your girlfriend to know she’s got my support, is all.” Jean snickered.

“Will you shut up?”

“No.”

Eren stalked up to him, shoulders hunched and looking like he was about to punch him right in the face. He probably would have, too, if Mikasa hadn’t chosen that moment to poke her head out and break them up. She looked every bit as angry as Eren, and that cold stare of hers was about enough to make both boys fear for their lives. Instead of egging the hot headed idiot on anymore, Jean turned around and went back to staring at his watch while the lovebirds tried to resolve their issues in low voices at the opposite end of the counter.

It was by complete chance that he noticed him. Jean rolled his eyes at the two and let his gaze fall to the windows, just in time to see a mop of blond, wind-blown hair struggling at the door. Jean straightened up, trying not to look like he was pissed off or desperately looking for something to do, and put on his best customer service smile. “Afternoon,” he greeted.

“A-Afternoon.” The mop mumbled.

“What can I do for ya?”

The kid had just opened his mouth, and suddenly Jean was being shoved out of the way by the full force of Eren Jaeger. He opened his mouth to scream at him, to tell him to stop being a rude ass, but he decided against it last minute. No need to scare off their fist customer in over an hour. Jean swallowed his remark and relaxed his stance just a little.

Figuring that Eren had things under control, he didn’t think he was needed up there anymore. If he happened to bump into Eren on his way out and knock him a little off balance, though, he wouldn’t have complained.

When Jaeger called the drink order, Jean got to work, trying to catch whatever bit of conversation he could between Eren and the customer. It seemed like they knew each other, pretty well from the brunette’s sudden shift in tone. He thought he even caught him smile once or twice. Creepy.

When blondie’s hot chocolate was finished, Jean brought it up with a smile, and a little wink to the guy, who muttered a quick thanks. After that, he was on his way, and off to a table near the back. Once he was out of their eyeline, Jean wheeled on Eren and caught his arm before he could disappear. “Mind tellin’ me what the fuck that shove was about?”

“None of your business.”

“Kinda my business when you almost shove me down, Jeager.”

“Just stay out of it!”

With a roll of his eyes, Jean decided to drop it. He knew if he continued with it, either Mikasa would kill him, or Levi would fire him; neither of which he could afford right now. He did, however, flip Eren off when he wasn’t looking, though, and that brought him a small bit of satisfaction.

~~~

The next time Jean saw the blond was the first day of Christmas break. It was busy as hell, and he and Eren had been at each other’s throats their whole shift. They’d already gotten a warning from Levi, and Mikasa’s look promised horrible things if he said one more rude thing to Eren.

In short, he’d been having a horrible fucking day.

Jean was sulking at the register while he waited on Connie to finish the last round of drink orders, and drummed his fingers impatiently at the counter. The bell above the door jingled, and Jean looked up, recognition flashing across his face as the blond walked in, head half buried under a huge scarf and a hat that walked straight out of the ‘40s.

“Hi again.” Jean said, trying to sound cheerful. “I like the hat.”

The blond gave him a small, startled smile, and went to looking at the menu board. Jean waited patiently while his big, blue eyes scanned quickly over Levi’s handwritten words, and shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from drumming them again. He found himself staring at the boy across from him, watching as his lips moved while he read off the drinks, and decided that he was… kinda cute.

The blond must have noticed him staring, because he lowered his head and mumbled out something Jean didn’t catch.

“Say that again?”

“Can I just get a large hot chocolate?” He said just a bit louder.

“Sure thing. What’s the na--”

“I got it from here.”

Jean had no idea where Eren had come from, but he was suddenly there, shoving him out of the way again, and Jean actually had to bite down on his cheek to keep from yelling. That was twice, now. There was a reason Eren kept getting in the middle of this, and he wanted answers. Now.

The blond was taken care of, and he headed back to the small table in the corner of the store. Jean noticed, as he sat down, that the blond had a book in his hands. He tried to read the cover, but he couldn’t make it out from where he was. It wasn’t insanely important, anyways, he guessed.

Besides, he had bigger things to worry about right now.

Jean grabbed Eren by the arm, and felt as the smaller boy tensed up immediately. “Mind telling me what that was about?” Jean asked, raising his eyebrows.

Eren responded by pulling his arm back and walking away, sneakily flipping him off as he went.

~~~~

He came back the next day, at the same time, and thank God Eren had the day off.

It was near 6:00 in the evening, almost every table in the place was full up, and the heat was about enough to suffocate him. He’d been stuck at the register again, and thankfully, they were busy enough that he didn’t have a lot of time to think. Jean almost didn’t realize it was the blond at the register, and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw who it was. “You’re back!” He said.

The blond smiled that same shy smile and gently asked for a large hot chocolate, and for the first time, Jean realized how soft of a voice the blond had. He liked it. He wanted him to say more things.

“Is the hot chocolate here really that good?” Jean asked. “I’ve never had it before.”

The blond looked up, and gave a small shrug. “It’s not that bad.”

“Well, what do I have to do to turn that ‘not bad’ into ‘pretty good’?”

“Uh…”

“I’m just kidding.” Jean replied, shooting him a smile. “What’s the name for the order?”

“Armin.” Said the boy.

“Armin.” Jean repeated. “Well, Armin, I’ll be sure to get that out to you soon, if you want to have a seat.”

“T-Thanks.” Armin replied, turning away from the counter and heading off to that same seat as the day before.

“Connie,” Jean called, turning back to his friend. “Go ahead and add a little whipped cream to that hot chocolate before you send it up. Forgot to say it.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the change enough for the addition, and left it on the counter until he could open the register again.

After a few moments, the drink was brought up, and Jean decided that instead of calling him up, he’d deliver it to Armin himself.

He grabbed the cup in his hand, hurried out from behind the counter, and headed off for Armin’s table. “Sorry about the wait,” Jean said by way of greeting, “We’re a little backed up right now, but it’s still warm.”

Armin jumped, his book falling out of his hands and onto the floor, and started apologizing for being a clutz. “Shoot, I’m sorry, I’ll get it, I’m sorry.” He kept mumbling.

“No, it’s okay.” Jean stopped him from bending down, and set his drink on his table. “I’ll get it.” He reached down and picked up Armin’s book, which was a battered copy of The Hobbit and handed it back to the boy with a gentle smile. “You like Tolkien?”

“Kinda?” Armin replied, gently taking the book back and clutching it close to his chest. “This is for school, though.”

“He’s good.” Jean said, his eyes flickering to the novel in the other boy’s hand again. “What’s your favorite?”

“I-I don’t know, this is the first I’ve read.”

“Well, that’s a good book. I promise. Kinda weird, but good.”

“Cool.” Armin replied.

They stood in an awkward silence for a moment, and, taking the hint that their conversation was over, Jean cleared his throat. “Well, Armin, enjoy your book, and your drink. Have a nice evening.”

“You too.”

Jean kicked himself the whole way back to the counter, wondering when he became such an awkward dweeb. Nobody would ever let him live that down if they found out.

~~~

It was freezing the next afternoon when he arrived at work. It had been raining since he woke up and the temperature was dropping rapidly. He wouldn’t have been surprised if by the end of the night, they’d have snow.

Jean took off his coat and shoved his hat in the breast pocket, hanging it up and rubbing his hands together to get some warmth back into them. “Hey, losers.” He said, getting a small scoff out of Eren. Jean snorted and went to clock in.

Much to his relief, Levi had the day off, which meant Marco was in charge, which meant they could goof off without the fear of being yelled at. Jean took the chance to hack into the bluetooth and put on his own music, which improved his mood even more.

Just as he predicted, by 4:00, the rain had turned to snow, and Marco had gone outside to put salt down on the sidewalk. Jean was busy repeating one of the songs he knew Eren hated for the fifth time when the door opened, and Marco walked back inside with Armin. Jean slid his phone back into his pocket as the opening chords started, and he heard Eren cussing him out from the back.

Jean covered up his laugh with a cough, and gave Armin that same smile. “Hi.” He said. This time, the other boy had a backpack with him, and he looked to be having a little trouble supporting the extra weight. Jean decided to have mercy on him and not chat him up too much right now. “Large hot chocolate, as usual?”

“Y-Yeah, thanks.” Armin said, shooting him a half smile before heading off to that same table again and setting his backpack on the ground. Jean couldn’t help but watch him. He pulled a laptop out of it and set it on the table, firing it up and hunching over when it turned on. He then pulled a pair of headphones out, stuck them on, and began clicking around.

Again, Jean personally took it upon himself to deliver Armin’s drink to him, and set it down on his table. When the smaller boy looked up, he slid his headphones down around his neck, and grabbed his drink. “I didn’t realize you knew Tolkien.” He said. “It surprised me.”

“Well, I’m not just a pretty face.” Jean replied, snorting.

Embarrassment colored Armin’s cheeks and he began to backtrack. “I-I didn’t mean it like that. You just didn’t… you didn’t strike me as the type, is all.”

“Oh?” The taller boy said, taking the seat across from Armin. “And what exactly is my ‘type’, Armin?”

Armin studied his face for a long few seconds, Jean shifting a little under the weight of his gaze, before he finally shook his head in defeat. “I don’t know.”

“Just don’t seem like the typical nerd?”

Armin just blushed and dropped his gaze to his computer, obviously embarrassed. “I don’t know. Forget I said anything.”

Jean wasn’t having it, though. He leaned forward on his side of the table, his arms resting on the pressed wood, and smirked. “Well, if it helps, I don’t know either. If you ask Eren, I’m nothing but an asshole.”

Armin turned back to the counter, finding his friend up at the counter, shooting glances their way every few seconds. The blond quickly turned back around and cast his eyes down again. “Well, Eren’s not always right about everything.” He muttered.

A small chuckle escaped Jean’s lips, and he got back to his feet. “I better get back. But hey, next time, don’t hesitate to talk to me about the book, alright? It’s a good one.”

“Noted.” Armin replied, watching Jean walk away. If he felt his cheeks get a little warm, he wouldn’t admit it.

~~~~

Armin showed up at the same time the next day, 4:00, and had his laptop with him again. Jean made sure he was front and center at the register, and greeted Armin with a flirty smile. “Large hot chocolate and the back table?”

Armin squinted, looking between Jean and the menu board for a few seconds, setting his laptop down on the counter. “How about a coffee this time?”

Jean just chuckled. “You got it.  Anything else?”

“Two sugars and some time on your break?”

The taller boy blinked, not knowing what to say to that. Instead of saying anything, he nodded, and, with a slight blush in his cheeks, Armin took off for his normal table.

Jean just stared after him for a second, trying to process what just happened. Armin had been coming in for the last week, and he was always very shy. What brought on the change so suddenly? Shaking his head, he got started making the other boy’s coffee for him.

After a moment, he took it out, and set it down on the table. “I’ll be out soon, give me about twenty minutes, okay?”

“Okay.” Armin replied, shooting Jean a quick, barely there smile, before turning back to his computer and sliding his headphones up over his ears.   

Jean found himself staring at Armin’s table several times, wondering what the sudden request was about. The most logical assumption was that he wanted to talk books, and Jean, well… he wouldn’t complain if that was it.

He found his eyes flickering up to the clock every few seconds, and was desperately counting down the time until he could tell Connie he was going on break.

“Alright,” Jean said, plopping down in the seat across from the smaller boy, “what’s up?”

Armin studied him for a moment, and slid his headphones down around his neck again. “How’d you get interested in books?” He asked. It sounded a bit dumber coming out of his mouth than it had in his head, but he was genuinely curious.

Jean ran his tongue over the sore spot in his cheek while he thought. “I don’t know… When I was young, my mom would read to me a lot. I guess I just… stuck with it as I got older.”

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah, she’s… pretty cool. Don’t tell her I said that, though, alright?”

That pulled a laugh out of Armin, and the blond took a sip of his drink, lost in thought for a moment. “What are some of your favorite authors?”

Jean shrugged. “Steinbeck, King, Tolkien, obviously.” He chuckled, shooting the smaller boy a grin. “Harry Potter’s not that bad, either.”

Armin’s eyes lit up. “You know Harry Potter? What house are you?”

Jean leaned back in his chair, giving a small roll of his eyes. “Well, I personally thought I was Slytherin when I first got into the series, but according to Pottermore, I’m… I’m Hufflepuff.”

Armin couldn’t hold back a small laugh at hearing that, which he tried to hide behind his cup.

“In my defense, Marco and Sasha are, too.” Jean pouted. “But what about you?”

“Ravenclaw.”

“Wow. Nerd.”

“There wasn’t ever a question.” Armin replied, shrugging. “I knew from day one.”

Jean laughed to himself, watching the smaller boy as he typed away at his keyboard for a second or two. “What about you, Armin? How’d you get into reading?”

“My grandpa.” He said simply. “When I was little, he would show me pictures from when he used to travel. He had lots of pictures of the ocean. I always wanted to know more about it. I can remember we’d go to the library, and I’d always come away with a huge stack of books about the water, or marine life, and everything in between. Eventually, that just gave way to just a love for reading in general.”

“No fair, your story’s more heartwarming than mine!”

That startled a laugh out of Armin. “I’m sorry?”

“You should be!” Jean teased, “I have nothing to compete with!”

“Now that’s not a very Hufflepuff attitude, you should be ashamed.” Armin retorted, laughing again.

Jean snorted. “What about favorite authors?”

Armin thought for a moment, shutting the lid on his computer. It looked to Jean like this was a harder question for him than it should have been, and he couldn’t help but think it was kind of adorable.

“Well…” Armin started, eyes fixed on a photo on the wall. “I really like Rowling, obviously. I like John Green… Neil Gaiman.”

“I’ve read a few of Gaiman’s books. They’re pretty good.”

Armin smiled at that. “What about Terry Prachett?”

Jean shook his head. “Doesn’t sound familiar.”

“Jean!” Armin replied, a little louder than he expected. “You have to read Terry’s books! He and Neil were good friends before he died!”

“Okay, I’ll try to hunt one down.”

“Please!”

Jean opened his mouth to reply, but saw the time, and swore to himself. “I gotta get back or I’m gonna get in trouble. This was… kinda fun, Armin. Maybe we’ll do it again tomorrow?”

“Sure.” The smaller boy shot him a smile, and took a sip of his drink. “Same time?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll see you then.”

“Cool.” Jean smiled, a bit sheepishly.

~~~~

When Jean got to work the next afternoon, Eren was leaning against the counter, waiting for him. His arms were folded, his jaw was set, and it made Jean a bit nervous. He stopped in his tracks just inside the door, waiting for something to happen.

“Can I help you, Jeager?” He asked after a moment.

“Yeah, actually.” Eren replied. “Stay away from Armin.”

Jean walked passed the smaller boy, shrugging out of his coat and shoving it behind the counter. “And why, Jeager, would I do a thing like that?”

“Because.”

“Because…?”

“He’s too good for you.”

Jean stopped for a moment, wondering why in the hell this was becoming such a big deal, and folded his own arms. “Just out of curiosity, why do you care so much who Armin talks to?”

Eren pushed himself off the counter and took two steps towards Jean, eyes murderous. “Because I know how you are. I see you at school, Kirstein; you kinda make yourself hard to miss. All you are is an egoistic, horse-faced bastard, and Armin deserves better.”

Jean had to fight not to touch his face after Eren’s comment, and shoved his hands in the pocket of his hoodie instead. “That stings a bit, I’m not gonna lie.” He retorted. “And what makes you think there’s enough going on between Armin and I that warrants this?”

“Come on, Jean. Everybody sees you two. You don’t interact with anybody the way you do with him. We all know what’s going on. You even have his drink order memorized already!”

“I have it memorized because it’s easy, you moron!”

“That doesn’t explain the flirting!” Eren shouted. “Just back off, okay? Leave Armin alone.”

“What else is there to explain? Just because I know how to talk to people without screaming in their face, you think I’m hitting on him? Are you that dumb?”

Eren didn’t say anything to that, just flipped Jean off before walking away, and left the taller boy there to calm down. Jean braced himself against the counter, taking breath after breath and trying to still his hands, and glared at the spot where Eren disappeared. He couldn’t believe he’d been ambushed like that. 

Who in the hell was Eren Jeager to say who he could and couldn’t talk to, especially when they requested time with him in the first place! Jean didn’t want to stop talking to Armin because he enjoyed their banter, and he enjoyed the blond’s company in general, but now that Eren said to keep away made him even more determined to keep their line of communication open.

Jean shut his eyes and counted to ten, just like his mother had taught him, and took one more breath before letting it go. A small flood of customers came in about that time, and Jean put on his best retail face to deal with it, a small part of him hoping Armin would be among them.

He wasn’t. In fact, Armin didn’t show up at all that day, much to Jean’s disappointment. He couldn’t help but wonder if Eren had gotten him with the same threats that were thrown at him, and he worried. What if Armin wouldn’t be back now? What if Eren had gotten into his head, and told him a bunch of crap about what he was supposedly like?

Armin wasn’t in the next day, either. It was the last day of winter break, and after this, it would be even harder to see him because of school and work, and a million other things that could stand in his way. Jean’s eyes flickered hopefully up to the door every time someone walked by the windows, only to be let down when they went on.

He found himself missing the blond more and more as the hours passed. He longed for another conversation about books, or how he made a pretty terrible Hufflepuff, or anything that made Armin’s eyes light up like they had before. Jean couldn’t help but wonder what happened to him in that short amount of time; how had Armin gone so quickly from just another customer to someone he sought out like this?

What was happening to him?

~~

6:00 AM came along much too early. Jean lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, a mountain of blankets piled around him, and his small, gray tabby cat laying on his chest. With a tired groan, a sleepy hand reached up, scratching the tabby gently behind the ears as it began to purr. “Brad, I have to get up. I know, it’s tragic.” Jean shifted gently, not wanting to disturb the cat too much, and sat up.

With a stretch, the boy got to his feet, got started looking for his school things, and got dressed.

~~

Jean would have been lying if he said he wasn’t looking out for Armin that morning. He thought he’d spotted him at one point in the hall, but it turned out to be another short blonde named Krista or something. Jean wasn’t sure, and it wasn’t really important at the moment.

He kept an eye out for Armin the whole rest of the day, but he didn’t see him. He did spy Eren and Mikasa, though, and part of him wanted to ask about the smaller boy, but he knew it wouldn’t be worth the chewing out he’d get. Instead, Jean went about his day, his heart stopping every time he mistook Historia for Armin.

~~

It was another week before he saw a glimpse of Armin again, just as he was walking to class. Jean had just gotten inside, and he saw those familiar eyes, that smile, and he made to open the door back up, but he was already gone. Jean sighed, taking his seat, and resolved to hunt him down later.

Sooner came later on in the day. Jean was in the library, looking for a couple books to read over the weekend, when he spied that blond hair again. This time, he wasn’t letting him get away. Jean set his books down, and quietly took off after Armin, looking around to see if he was alone or not. He saw an empty row of books, and grabbed the smaller boy’s hand, pulling him into it, and put a finger to his lips.

“Where have you been?” Jean asked in a whisper, his hand still wrapped around Armin’s wrist. “I haven’t seen you in almost two weeks.”

Armin, still getting over his shock, looked up at him sadly. “My grandpa got really sick, and then I caught it trying to take care of him. Today’s the first day I’ve actually felt like a person again.”

Jean released his wrist and pulled back, clearing his throat. “Is your grandpa okay?”

“Yeah! He’s fine now. Healthy as a horse.”

“Good…”

It fell silent between the two for a few seconds, awkwardness filling the space around them, and Armin let out a small laugh to break the tension. “I might have to insist on a large hot chocolate later. It’s been too long since I had one.”

“I… might be able to help with that…” Jean replied, taking another step back. It had only just occurred to him how close they’d been standing, and he felt awkward about it now. “Consider it on the house, though.”

“No, I couldn’t do tha--”

“Yeah, you can.” The taller boy said, quickly adding, “On one condition: You gotta keep me company on my break again.”

Armin pretended to think about it for a moment, and then smiled. “I don’t know, Jean, that’s a lot to ask, but I’ll see what I can do.”

“I know, it’s such a tragedy, but you’ll get a free drink out of the deal.”

The smaller boy giggled, and slipped passed Jean back out into the main hall. “What time do you go in tonight?” he asked in a murmur.

“Right after school.”

“I’ll see you then, then.” And then Armin was gone, back on the hunt for his books, and Jean was left standing there watching him go.

He raised his hand and gave a small little wave to his retreating form, not sure what just happened. “See you then,”

~~~

Armin came through the door at 4:00, same backpack on his shoulders with the top of a laptop sticking out, and waved when he saw Jean. He quickly made his way to the front and spread his arms out to the sides. “I’m here for my hot chocolate.” He told him.

“Your hot chocolate on the house, you mean.”

“Jean, you don’t have to do that, I’m serious.”

The taller boy shrugged. “It’s one hot chocolate, man. You’re a loyal enough customer that you’ve earned it.”

Armin mulled that over in his head for a moment. “As long as it won’t get you in trouble.”

“It’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

With a nod, the smaller boy hurried off to his table, and Jean got back to work.

Armin jumped a little when a cup was sat on the table next to him, and Jean plopped down into one of the vacant seats. The smaller boy looked down, confused, and eyed the cup suspiciously. “Don’t tell me you paid for this one, too?”

“I might have.” Jean muttered, taking a sip of his own drink. “Didn’t think it’d be very fair if I came over sporting my own drink while you didn’t have anything.”

“It’s too much.”

“It really isn’t.”

“Let me pay you back.”

“Armin. It’s a couple drinks. It’s not a huge deal.”

“Please?”

“Fine,” Jean replied, “you can pay me back with your company.”

“Jean.”

“Armin.”

The two stared at each other for a tense few seconds before Armin finally gave in, leaning back in his seat, and sighed. “I actually brought you something.” He said, reaching into his bag and pulling out a small, worn book. “I - I thought you might enjoy a new read, but don’t feel obligated, it’s… well, it’s kinda dumb.”

Jean took the book from Armin and smiled, trying to hide his excitement. “You might want to be careful, Eren already thinks I’m hitting on you. Do things like that, he might think we’re actually dating.”

“Wait a minute, you mean you weren’t hitting on me?” Armin challenged.

That shut the taller boy up for a minute, and he stuttered, floundering for something to say. “I… Maybe a little, but, I - I…”

Armin laughed, a grin spreading wide across his face, and met Jean’s eyes. “Well, I’m flattered, Jean.”

Jean stopped for a moment, waiting for the shoe to drop, waiting for Armin to laugh at him, or tell him to stop, or any other way the smaller boy could have stomped on him. “I sense a ‘but’,” he said eventually.

“No, not a ‘but’, but maybe an ‘and’.”

“What does that mean?” Jean asked.

“Well, how about, ‘and, maybe bringing that book was my way of hitting on you’?”

Jean blinked, taking a moment to process what Armin just said, and a slow grin spread itself across his face. “I - I guess I’ll have to accept that book, then.”

“Cool.” The smaller boy replied, relieved.

Things fell to an awkward silence for a few seconds, the two staring at each other while waiting for the other to say something, and Jean cleared his throat. “So, where does this leave us?”

Armin thought about it for a moment. “How about, on your next day off, we go out for ice cream. I’m kinda burned out on hot chocolate and coffee. My treat, though.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Rad.” Jean grinned, unable to fully hide the blush in his cheeks. Things fell silent between the two for another moment before Armin started telling him about the loaned book, and Jean listened with an interested ear. After a little while, they moved onto other books, then music, and Armin walked away with several new bands to listen to when he got home.

They spent all of Jean’s break talking and laughing, and realizing just how special the other was. It was only after Jean had returned to work that Armin tried to take a sip of his hot chocolate, and realized that both it and the other boy’s coffee had gone completely cold.

[tundrainafrica]

Hey Sav! I'm really curious what you think about this and this. I've seen a lot of people lately, mainly Eruris, trying to come up with various reasons to debunk Levihan by saying there are no real parallels between eremika and levihan because in the japanese version mikasa wants to see eren again but levi apparently isn't saying the same thing to hange. What do you think of this? Have your tried analyzing the japanese version of the parallels? And do you know if the japanese fandom is also talking about the parallels as much as the western fandom is?

They are so obviously parallels. In English, I believed it already but thank you for the ask anon. 

After reading this ask, I actually went out to the Japanese fandom and hunted for the Japanese translations and I started reading a bit on websites and I read through the flow of the Japanese text and holy crap, these are parallels. 

You know the thing in the show, where you have a climax right and so the climax doesn’t hit people as coming out of nowhere, you sometimes would create some sort of dialogue which would foreshadow to the climax with other characters? 

I don’t know, I feel like in ways, foreshadowing the dialogue beforehand can make the climax dialogue more impactful.

If you consider Mikasa’s own ‘long dream,’ the climax of the story, I really think that Hange’s own conversation with Levi here, was a smaller version, a build up or a foreshadow to the dialogue between Mikasa and Eren. 

いっそ二人で暮らそうか : I’d rather we just live together, right Levi? 

そうなんだよ。できない。: You’re right... We can’t

And based on Hange’s speech patterns up there, you can somehow tell there was a long pause before she said “I can’t,” and Mikasa had that same long pause between the transition of her long dream to reality which ended with できない too. 

And looking at the flow of the dialogues, that’s already something to note. 

Looking only at 126 though, it doesn’t look like much unless you’re a Levihan shipper but let’s look at the flow of Eren's confession to Mikasa and how it compares to Hange’s ‘confession.’

Here are the parallels I see in the three bubbles above to Hange’s いっそ二人で暮らそうか。(Why don’t we just live here together, right? Levi?)

Eren so conveniently cut his sentence into three different parts which can actually represent the same three implications of  いっそ二人で暮らそうか。(Why don’t we just live here together, right? Levi? dialogue)

Eren’s words: あと4年の余生を静かに生きよう - Let’s live our remaining four years in peace 

Hange’s words: いっそ。。。暮らそうか。: Which heavily imply... “Let’s abandon everything and live here peacefully.” (I made another language meta on the meaning of  いっそ here. )

Eren’s words: 誰もいないところで- In a place where they’re alone.

Hange’s words: ここで - here (Implication: in the forest, where they were alone.)

Eren’s words: 二人だけで - with JUST the two of us. 

Hange’s words: 二人で- the two of us. 

Why did the writer go out of their way to show three different implications right? 

And just by looking at the panels  of Eren and Mika and the flow of the conversation, there was a break,  between the confessions and the wham line: 

 The wham line was：できない. Or in English “I can’t.” I think what gets to me about this is if the flow of the conversation happened in any other way, there are so many ways to say “ I can’t” in Japanese. 

She could have said 無理、逃げない, impossible or “we can’t escape but they went for something really simple できない and they both went for it in another panel after a long pause. 

Eren and Mikasa just had a grander ‘confession’ because Eren had his dream place to show MIkasa. After that, I think the reason that his was a little more detailed than Hange’s is because he told Mikasa in a dream, he told her when he was already miles away from her, and I think that made him less economical with his words. 

Hange and Levi had to deal with that confession in the forest, right next to each other, with no special dreams or anything, just raw circumstances so of course they would have been a little flustered, and everything would have gone quicker.

And obviously, Hange and Levi are supporting characters, their exchange was set for a larger yet similar dialogue which we got with Eren and Mikasa. 

So thank you for the ask anon, yes as someone who went through the dialogue in Japanese, they really seem like parallels. 

I found some Japanese people commenting about it, so you can check here: (I’ll edit when I find some more.

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Privateer <-- it’s just mentioned here

[blossyboo]

You know what, I don’t care. I’m still gonna believe that Eren was the father of Historias child and that it was made out of love.

I mean if you think about it, the theory is still as strong as it was before. And I mean it is just a theory, so we are free to chose if we want to believe it or not! :)

Note: Please don’t read this essay if you just want to spread hate! I just want to share my thoughts because I know this might cheer some people up (I don’t care about what ship is canon or not, but I do care about Eren having possible offspring ‘cause I always knew that he couldn’t survive). Also, please note that English is not my first language.

This is how I see it:

The only thing that’s new in this chapter is the fact that Eren returns Mikasa’s feelings. But we are never told when or how it happened.

Now, I think that Eren only ever saw Mikasa as his family and refused to let himself feel anything more than that because he didn’t know that she felt the same (because let’s be real, EreMika is a little weird).

So, when Mikasa told him that he is her family, he took that as a rejection and refused to acknowledge his own feelings. Or maybe he couldn’t understand his own feelings until he heard that Mikasa was in love with him.

In my opinion it is also still definitely possible that Eren still had feelings for Historia. I mean, he has shown way more affection towards her than he ever did for Mikasa, and apparently he actually had feelings for her the entire time.  For example, there was this whole ‘what if’ scenario where we were shown what would’ve happened if Mikasa suggested that they would run away together. But Eren actually suggested to Historia that they could run away together in chapter 130.  Also, Eren was basically friendzoning Mikasa over and over again, while showing admiration towards Historia, being so close to her that Mikasa got jealous (suggesting that he was closer with her than his other friends/girls), always referring to her seperately, and so on. I think we all read the manga.

The way I see it, Eren didn’t acknowledge/realize his feelings for Mikasa until his talk with Zeke. And I know this is a bitter pill to swollow for Eremika shippers, but when Eren found out about Mikasa being in love with him, his mind wandered off to a talk with Historia about making babies while the sun was setting. And when Zeke snaps him out of it, a sad, guilty look appears on his face.

In all honesty, I took this scene as a confirmation of him being the father ever since I first read that chapter. I was so shook when I went online months later and realized that there were still a good chunk of people debunking the theory.

I mean, seriously. What else could be the reason that Eren thought back of talking to Historia about her having a child (while the sun was setting) when he was told that Mikasa was in love with him? Literally, why would he think of that in that specific moment? There is no other explanation. Even if Eren eventually returned Mikasas feelings for him, it is still possible that he is the father of Historias child and that he also had feelings for her. (I mean seriously. That’s life. And if aot is known for anything, it’s that it shows the reality of the world without prettifying it.)

Now, you could argue that Isayama only put the scene in there so readers would assume that Eren is the father (theorize). But it doesn’t change the fact that the scene is in the manga and therefore has meaning within the story. There is no other logical reason for this scene’s existence (within the story), Eren must be the father of Historia’s child.  At least that’s what I believe. It is what I believed ever since I first read that chapter. (And fyi, the people I talked to in rl about aot also all agreed. I was honestly so shook when I went online and saw how many people refused to even acknowledge the possibility! haha)

Another fact that suggest that this theory is true is the fact that Historia is apparently married now to farmer-kun. If he really was the father, I don’t see why they wouldn’t have gotten married before the time skip/during her pregnancy. I also think that if he actually was the father, we would’ve gotten at least a tiny little side story of their relationship (similar to Sasha and Nicolo’s, I mean we literally only know about them that Sasha liked the food he made, but something little like that would’ve been enough for Historia and her now husband as well). But farmer-kun still has neither a face nor a name.  I think what happened instead was that Historia simply told farmer-kun that she was pregnant, but did not mention Eren at all since she knew about the rumbling. And since he was still feeling like he owed her something, he agreed to take on the role of the dad for the public eye.

Historia also knew that Eren was going to die. I can imagine that over the time, Historia actually started to have feelings for farmer-kun. That exlpains why he has no face and no name. Their love-story happened during the time skip and has no relevance to the story (because he is not the father).

But why did Eren not mention his child to Armin? Simple, because he wants to protect his child. If anyone found out that Eren has left offspring... I mean, I think we all know what would’ve happened. It is like Eren said. There is no way he would have been forgiven for, you know, genocide. And his child would've had to bear the consequences of his actions.

There is also a transition from Eren’s head being carried to the child opening his/her eyes while also being carried. You know, we are free to interpret this scene as we like! And apparently Eren showing no interest in Mikasa can be interpreted as him being in love with her so I don’t think that it is too far of a stretch to connect this transition to him being the father.

So yeah, these are my two cents on this topic. I usually don’t get involved when the fandom comes together to react/fight/whatever. But I care about Eren being the dad for 4 important reasons:

Ever since finding out about the curse of Ymir, I wanted Eren to have a family before he dies. I wanted it even more when it became clear that he would commit genocide --> sealing his own fate. I still want a little baby version of Eren to be alive, because I JUST LOVE THIS CHARACTER SO MUCH OKAY.

The theme of love/having a family/multiply has been brought up over and over again, it would’ve made perfect sense if Eren wanted to have a family before activating the rumbling. It would also make the scene where Krüger tells Grisha to have a family so much more epic if Eren took that advice, showing that he understands the meaning of it.

I really don’t want to think that Historia had to degrade herself to having sex with a random guy to save herself from inheriting the beast titan. And Eren is the only possibe candidate for whom she could’ve had feelings for (and vice versa)

I don’t want Eren to die a virgin.

THE END

P.S.: I honestly don’t care about shipping. It was never about who Eren ends up with. It was set in stone that he had to die. It was only about whether or not he was the babys father and whether or not he returned Mikasas feelings. And imo, you both won! So congrats! Please don’t hate each other, this is just a manga after all.

[hanjo-love]

Now I became selfish and I hope the shard is showing Hanji being saved by Kiyomi or something. She go the worst treatment and if Isayama was afraid of the backslash like you said why make it even worse with those parallels with eremika? Is he preparing the Fandom for another levihan moment? I'm tired of EVERYONE surviving but her, Kiyomi's kindness really??? And Onyankopon, while I don't hate him, he survived a plane crash and he doesn't add much yet he is there for being the editor's favorite, Yelena is there after all she did and she adds even less, and the people titanized will revert to human (or at the very least Isayama's favorites will).

Oh anonie, you and me both my friend, you and me both 😔 Beware, a long rant-ish meta is ahead of you lol

I have absolutely no fucking idea why Yams decided to treat Hanjo like shit. You know, after a long time of denying her death, I was starting to accept it, because she was finally free, free of the burden and pain and finally reunited with the people she missed and longed for the most. But then Yams decided to slap us all in the faces saying there's no happy & peaceful afterlife in snk and Hanjo was probs only hallucinating because of her 4 years long depression? Well then, fuck you Yams! What was that even for? Isayama never backed off of showing us the horrors of death in snk, no matter how important the characters and how brutal their deaths really were. Still, he never showed us Hanji's actual death or dead body. He kept it misterious and his vague answers only made it worse. So it's only natural for us to expect a plot twist, right? That's the reason all of us gathered various hints in the manga, anime and his interviews. And lemme tell you, these theories are far more logical, better explained and have less plot holes than the entire final arc smh (yes I'm salty, fight me lol)

I hate to admit it, my inner self is still in denial and fighting, but Hanjo ain't coming back folks. We won't get any background story and the misterious shard will never be explained to us either. Yams had more than enough time to bring Hanjo back, if he truly wanted to. But he didn't. And now with only one chapter and so many unanswered questions left, there's no time for Hange's return. Why would he even do that anyways? Hanjo isn't important to him or to the story anymore. To us she is, always was and always will be ❤️ You know, I'm so fucking desperate to see her again, I'll even take one last panel of Levi remembering her, just like in ch136. Yams just let us see Hanjo one more fucking time 🙏🏻 I need to say my proper goodbyes to my one&only comfort character, who's influenced my life like no one else ever did ❤️

Back to Levihan (I don't think I can answer an ask without my biased and trashy shipper ass butting in lmfao): the question why Yams confirmed Levihan as canon if he didn't intend to bring Hange back and reunite her with Levi to make us him happy again? Well, isn't it obvious? This man is the devil incarnate. THIS MAN HAS NO FUCKING CHILLS lmfao JK y'all before someone declares war on me and my blog haha Well anonie, I feel like Yams really wanted to confirm his initially planned ships as canon, before the manga ends. And he chose the safest way possible. Easy as that. Also he said he is going for a bittersweet ending and what's more tragic (in this literal hell) than separating lovers, ergo Eremika and Levihan.

Now to something else, that's been bothering me for a while now and I'll use your ask anonie to share my thoughts with the world even though nobody asked lmao tbh I'm a bit disappointed with Armin. I love him, I really do. He's my precious cinnamon roll and my fave 104th kiddo. But honestly, I was expecting a bit more of the alleged "hero who will safe humanity". In fact, I'm sure Hanjo only died for Armin to become the new commander. That's it. That was the reason she had to die. Yams glossed over her to make Armin shine. But in fact, Levi's the one who's giving orders ever since Hange has left them. I might me salty, but I really hope the talk with Zeke (and probs Ymir as well, we still might have a chance to see the dialog that made Ymir change her mind) and his titan nuke weren't the only things he did as "humanity's hero" in this final arc. For some people this might me enough, for me it isn't. It wasn't worth Hange's sacrifice. Also what made me really sad was Armin himself glossing over Hanjo when he remembered Erwin Danchou, but not her. Like she didn't just pass away an hour ago to save their pathetic asses. Ugh this is making me hella mad, ngl. Hanjo didn't deserve this treatment! She gave her all for this! To save the alliance, to "pay the price" for her "sins" as the SC commander and to save humanity. I can't deal with how all of them and the fandom apparently forgot about that.

Now on to "Kiyomi's kindness" lol I wasn't really mad at Gabi for saying this as most of the fandom was. I won't go into detail why she isn't really a rationally thinking character (yo guys, you do remember she's a 12 year old kid, right?), but it's a fact that she didn't care for Hange enough to mention her. I mean, why would she? She barely even knew her. Also we don't really know what's gonna happen with Yelena, Kiyomi and her delegation. I don't know if I'm reading too much into it, but I feel like Kiyomi accepted her death with saying "that's not enough atonement for what I did anyway". I mean they don't know if the alliance will win (they probably think they won't) and they're in the middle of literally nowhere. So I feel like Gabi said that because Kiyomi sacrificed herself (and the others on that ship) willingly, for Gabi, Falco and Annie getting a little chance of surviving and helping the alliance. But I get the rage of the fandom. Especially because no one, except for Levi, remembered Hange after her noble sacrifice.

As for Yelena and Onyankopon, there obviously has to be someone from outside of Paradis to survive the rumbling, otherwise it wouldn't make a lot of sense, I guess. I like Onyankopon a hecking lot ❤️ precious boi was literally crying for Hanjo 😭 Yelena on the other hand deserves what she got. Death would be too easy and kind for her tbh. She has to live with the consequences, just like Kiyomi, so I'm actually glad they survived. So my guess is, it's not really about who's Yams' favorite and what these people are contributing to the story, but it's rather about a logical ending and a good conclusion of the story.

I agree with you about the ones who have been titanized. They'll for sure revert back to humans. It's not really Yams' style to kill of an important character like Gabi, whose character development he's been forcing on us for quite a while now lol. I'm pretty positive about an ending with the titan curse being broken and bringing the titanized people back to human beings (probs also the millions of colossal titans?). It's only natural for Yams to end the story with the titan curse being lifted. Otherwise it wouldn't make sense to end his story at this point. But let's not forget what a big ass troll Yams is lmao you never really know what he's up to, so let's prepare for the unimaginable lmfao

I'll probably never forgive Isayama for what he did to Hange, his best written character, how he completely ruined her and threw her away as disposable, just to make other characters "shine". HER DEATH WAS POINTLESS AND IT DID NOT FUCKING CHANGE ANYTHING! That's the harsh truth y'all. Yams betrayed Hanjo and us AND FOR WHAT?

Thanks for the ask anonie and sorry I turned this into my personal rant lmao hope you still enjoy reading my thoughts on this ❤️

[0aurelion-sol0]

SNK 135: THE SYNOPSIS AND RANT

So...

It's not the review, I just wanted to say some few words.

First of all, let's just acknowledge that this is a synopsis. It's not the chapter.

Second of all, don't use some spoilers without any context to make a theory. Especially when it's just the synopsis and there aren't any meaningful spoilers.

So let's cut it short, the synopsis is this: The battle engages on the back of the Founding Titan, but Eren is nowhere to be found and Armin and his troop quickly find themselves in trouble.

So people immediatly thought that meant Eren was still in Shiganshina using the Warhammer's ability.

There's just a few nitpicks I have about this theory... Just a few:

First, someone would have noticed. Judging where Eren's position is located before he transforms, someone in Shiganshina at some point would have noticed a big crystal or something titan like with something connected to it. It doesn't make sense. And Eren was not in a place where he could hide himself under something as the land was flat.

Second of all:

HAVE YOU...

SEEN THE SIZE...

OF THAT THING ?!!!

Eren could literally be located ANYWHERE on that thing. But no people need to think he is in control when...

Third of all, he isn't. The guy lost his head, keeps seeing traumatic flashbacks, teleports in paths, is a kid while having a semi-real dream of "That Sight" and apparently can watch through birds. Every character asks him, if he is really free ? And we are still begging for the guy to be in total control of all of this ? What for some kind of proto, mumbo jumbo Lelouch type of plan ? Please, every one in the fandom is bragging about this plan that he has when they are multiple elements that shows us, he is not in control of himself whatsoever ? And frankly, the manga which is an anti-war, anti-violence, anti-imperialism, anti-genocide will give a Lelouch ending (which is so predictable and only the typical shonen " I have your shonen protagonist n°3456 as a profile pic " would put out there) and A SECRET PLAN TO A GUY WHO IS DESTROYING THE WORLD, huh ?!?

That doesn't make any sense, Reiner, Annie and Bertolt didn't have one and fucked up on so many aspects when they tried to "sAvE tHe wOrLd". Why would he have such an advantage ? Because he is the main protagonist ? Give me a break.

Fourth of all, if something like this was to happen, the only thing that would make some little sense was either if Eren was being dragged by this huge titan but like why would he put so much effort in being in that state when it makes him so vulnerable, not only to others but to the colossal titans who burns everything. AND AGAIN someone would have noticed.

In the ocean ? What ? How will he come back up when he finished killing all babies ?

No that doesn't make sense. Forget it.

Eren got shot in the head, the only thing that makes sense is if all of his titan is made of hardening. And that his head is seperated which is clearly shown :

And the rest of his body is somewhere else on his Titan.

For example, he won't be in his nape (obviously, it's the weak spot.) but on his spine shown by the strings of flesh coming from it's spine.

It also reinforces the image that he is a puppet which is fitting since nothing he does makes any sense whatsoever especially like:

Lead two parties at war while none of them wanted to, siding with the guy you didn't want at first to save your lives but wants to eradicate those very same lives, attacking and hurting the friends who you want to have " long happy lives ", creating a civil war in your own country, a racist supremacist group that almost kills your friends, using yourself as bait when you are the Founder in a country that uses titans against you, not giving any information about your whereabouts, not giving any information via memories about EREN KRUGER THE GUY WHO WAS A SPY IN THE MARLEYAN MILITARY, also siding with a guy who wants to push the world against you and did so by suggesting to go to paradise to retrieve the Founder while I repeat... THEY DIDN'T WANT TO DO, doing an attack that will lead the world against you. Choosing to ignore every peaceful outcome even the people who are doing takes you with them to do it and than asking sympathy points for another way when he literally destroyed every option to do. Using the Rumbling which will kill also people that were living next to the walls, the titans in the walls will probably also stomp on villages that were located inside the walls as the titans were placed in a circular shape and ALSO...

Could... I don't know... KILL HISTORIA WHO IS LOCATED IN A ISOLATED FARM INSIDE THE WALLS, "PREGNANT" AND CANNOT RUN FAST IF COLOSSAL TITANS COMES AND WALK OVER HER.

*sigh*

Narratively this will also be stupid, like we did all of this just to find out he's not here ? A whole party died, Hange died for people to use the plane and he's not here ? And what we watch Humanity get killed ? We go back home, depressed ? Everyone is like " we love and understand Eren ? He goes back to Hisu, I am the dad, we feed the heteronormatives while the manga destroyed every cliche of that ? He gets a baby while he killed every babies " You are free." He wins, while he manipulated the whole thing ? Oh no he gets killed, secret plan, Eren is Lelouch, satisfying ending, his only fate is to die as a stupid symbol...

...God...

I don't even have the strenght to write. Why do people think like this ? Why do people feel the need to put the Alliance down with every chance they get and elevate Eren as this shonen protagonist freedom seeker demi god waifu meat beater ?

People are weird.

The guy has a change that happens off screen, he manipulates pretty much everything since the timeskip and he acts completely different from what we know of him and we're supposed to take it that way and consider it genius writing.

Really ?!

We need to move plot points, we need to move forward, we cannot keep dragging the story with endless unneeded double pages of violence and empty discussions for character who haven't expressed any feelings toward each other ever since the start outside of the anime who changed the story and added these pointless scenes to please those who masturbate to the three female characters of those ships. Like I don't know ( Eremika, Erehisu, Aruani...)

This is just the synopsis, wait for the review.

I really hope this chapter is good and not another 133 OR fucking 134.

[0tivez]

im a sucker for dad!everyone and I have no idea why

okay so tokyo revengers spoilers below

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when akkun jumped off the roof in like episode 4?? (I found a way to not say the word LMFAO) the sound the put when he makes contact with the ground is the sound a box filled with books makes when thrown off a window and it reminded me of the bread video bc its such a dry sound why would they do that

Literally just for the hot guys someone send help-

I wanna say thats kinda a meet cute and lowkey adorable that he mentioned meeting up but 'remind me and we'll arrange it' sounds like a business transaction im so sorry ✋ if you feel comfortable sharing the long story im all ears!! I love long stories 👀 feel free to go off topic more often I well I always do that anyway 😭

OKAY oh boy, where do I start. Its literally so simple to explain but im dramatic as fuck so let me indulge myself ANYWAY so basically we were talking through chat, we spent almost everyday talking and it was sweet and funny and stuff, ya know?? or maybe I was convincing myself he was lol so it was just a normal day after school and we were talking and I think at some point he got boring of just texting so he said "give me a sec im gonna go play with a flamethrower" mid convo and I think something inside of me died. kinda glad he gave me the ick tho, I don't think I liked him that much :/

much hatred for the "I watch real shows lol" >:( specially bc all of the people saying that watched dragon ball or pokemon 😭 when I was younger I usually responded like "haha yeah...ig :,)" but now im ready to smack a bitch; you know what they say, violence isn't the question its the answer 😌

You're gonna make me have a soft spot for eremika TT it sounds very bittersweet when you explain it, but it does make sense why romance wasn't a main plot (I dunno if this is the correct way to say it). AND JEAN! he grew on me so yes, he definitely deserves to be first choice>>>

I think im gonna watch the anime after it finished airing or something. I always say im gonna do so many things but then I get distracted by fanfics lol watch me scream

Aki and Megumi found family trope??? 👀 this is making me think of hurt/comfort followed by pure angst, hurt/no-comfort huh :)

KANEKI??? HE VOICES KANEKI???? I loved watching Tokyo ghoul (I watched two seasons!) :( I had the softest spot for Kaneki but I refused to accept it bc I was scared were gonna make fun of me LMFAO I did have a massive crush on Hide tho, and was very vocal about that lol

I remember watching a gif set of baby tanjiro and my heart melted; same thing with Yuuji I think

Hollywood only thinks of making money over hiring good vas and like random celebrities voicing characters isn't bad ig?? like quality wise, the movie is watchable and entertaining, but still I'd like to see vas recognised for their talent a lot more.

Chris pratt *massive sigh* I heard the only reason why he was taking so many va gigs was bc he didn't get the vaccine so he couldn't go to work or smth; I could be wrong tho.

wait, which dub were you talking about?? the jjk dub??

NO.

NOT GOJOGUMI OR WHATEVER IS CALLED 😭 why?? why with the kids?? 😭

ive seen monstrosities on ao3, I could name them but huh...

Gege I a sadist and I refuse to think to think otherwise LMFAO I little part of me thinks that he might see himself in gojo a bit too much and thats why he doesn't like him lmfao

I think my brain blocked the opinion bc I cant remember?? I think they talked about how the hidden inventory arc made no sense bc apparently gojo is constantly jumping dimensions or something?? and like fair ig bc I know shit about this series but?? I was so confused, I think it just short circuited. Its that a take on his character?? I think I worded it wrong now that I think about it, I love her so much she's the best of the best but I felt attacked, and thats on me 😔 she also hasn't read the manga so we're Ig in even common ground lol

YOU WILL GET IN!!! It sounds so fun :D im sending you as much positive vibes as I can <3 disabilities law sounds interesting! do you have any idea what you'd like to specialise in the future??

I'll be on the lookout for the honorary dilf 😌

right?? wtf 😭 ive only seen college aus in which the pairing is like teacher/student with nanami and like I don't mind but I want my student/student college aus LET ME INDULGE 😤 thanks for hyping me up :,) its gonna be more fluffy+suggestive id say?? def not angst bc I cant write angst for nanami; Shibuya already did that for me lmfao

tho if im honest, I think im stuck bc I keep comparing every sentence to the gojo fic I uploaded lmfao

<making you blush3

sending wet slurpy kisses right back 😌💕

I hope you have a good week! and sorry for the late reply, I was stuck using Tumblr mobile for a while 😅

OH AND IM WATCHING THE JJK MOVIE ON THURSDAY 🥳 think Im gonna put mascara solely on my lower lashes just bc 🤷‍♀️ I hope the song at the end doesn't hurt me too much tho lmfao it will

-🥳 anon

ps: I probably should've put this at the beginning but I feel like this wasn't the best response?? like I feel like the energy in my ask is a little down, and I think it might've been a bit venty as well?? I don't now if you can feel it TT I felt a bit like a poser after I finished writing this and I'm sorry if anything I wrote came off wrong :,)

STOP APOLOGISING

anyways lol there is a long ass story about a guy i liked in hs under the cut 👀 it's really long tina i'm so sorry 😭

OHH OKAY LMAOOOO YEAH HE JUST WENT plop

LMAOO YEAH that's what i thought too 😭 my friends got the ick when he said that

okay so!!

i met this dude in 10th grade and he was a senior (12th grade here). we had this jukebox kinda thing in the backyard of our school and we got the keys for it that year, which meant that we could play songs for everyone to hear during lunch breaks. so, that week, i went to watch bohemian rhapsody and OBVIOUSLY had queen brainrot and i was OBSESSED with killer queen. my phone had died so i had left it in my classroom. my friends weren't very fun, they all were doing their homeworks etc etc and i was just sooo bored. anyways, at the last 10 minutes or something, there were only like 4 of us left. my friends were begging to go upstairs and we almost did lol this group of older students came, which meant that they would annoy us and beg us to let them play something shitty (not in genre, they would purposefully open popular shitty songs- it's hard to explain lol it's kind of a turkish thing) so we were like okay :/

i was talking to my friend, this dude started playing killer queen LMAOO i looked at him and smiled, i was like "i love this song!" idk man i used to be so shy but something in my brain flipped off wlsakmdasmwed he looked straight into my eyes and was like "you know queen?" i said "yeah! i love them! i've been dying to play this song but my phone is dead" and he just looked at my eyes like 🧿👄🧿 his eyes were really pretty 😭 i went back to talking with my friends anyways the class was about to start, so we got up and packed. i was soooo nervous lmaoo i didn't even look at him LKMWALKDSMASWED IT GETS WORSE LATER HOLD ON he called behind me and asked which class i was in, NOT MY NAME anyways i told him and waved. my friend was teaaasinggggg me but i shook it off

i started gathering info about the dude. i found his class and stuff, nothing more. idk who sent follow request on instagram first, it was probably me lmaoo but turns out, he's pretty popular! everyone knows him too. i would sometimes share songs on my story and he would always respond. he asked me if i liked david bowie and i said never really listened to him so he shared his bowie playlist! anyways this went on. i would see him in the school garden lol i wouldn't say hi, because we never really met you know? this is a huge problem of mine lkwmsads people think i hate them or something to this day, i'm just too shy what if they don't recognize me NAYWAYS

i thought about the pros and cons. turns out, this dude was living in the dorms (our high school was the best in our city so people from other towns would live in dorms) which meant that he wasn't even from my city? he was also a senior so he probably wouldn't like to be involved with those kind of stuff so i didn't really bother. it was fun tho! so, the day before his uni entrance exam was our last day of school, so the teachers arranged this party stuff with cakes and shit (also! i found out that he was a pretty successful student and would score high on his tests klmsewdlmef this is kinda important cause i like academically successful people 😭my sapiosexuality only works that way) i built up the courage to go wish him well on his test. i could never get him alone, and since my friends didn't know we used to talk occasionally, i left. i waited to make eye contact with him, but i guess it was his time to avoid me. so, i sent my wishes that night, thinking he wouldn't respond. he did, like 2 minutes after i sent the message. he said "we never really got time to get to know each other" GOD I REMEMBER THIS NOW EKSAMDCDLSW i don't remember what i said, i remember i felt kinda embarrassed cause it felt too, out there obvious. it hit me then, that i would never see him again. NOT. we'll get to that >:) i felt sad, i liked having a lil crush. that lil heart skip. i'm not really sure if it WAS a crush, but it definitely was something. oh, he also added me to his close friends like the moment we started following each other and i did the same. WAIT FUCK kKLMWSADLKASEWF HE LOVED DONNIE DARKO??? WHICH IS MY FAVORITE FILM??? I HAVE AN ORIGINAL POSTER IN MY ROOM???????? WHAT THE FUCK???? anwyays i watched pulp fiction for him 😌 it was a win win. oh right, i was sad so i chugged down a whole beer, which was a lot for 16 year old me who went out with her parents lmaooo i was like "pour another one, we're drinking tonight" and they only let me drink 1 💀

what's crazy is

i used to be a scout right? we went to this camp. i got bored, and decided to check if he had a facebook 💀 he didn't, so i was like damn.

2 DAYS LATER HE POSTS A NEW FACEBOOK ACCOUNT ON HIS IG STORIES???? WHAT THE FUCK??? i ran laps i screamed i cried anyways i went to send him a friend request, he already sent me one. cool! i was 14 on my profile picture 💀 thankfully i had deleted everything ages ago

all summer, nothing. NO! results come in, HE'S 1ST IN OUR SCHOOL?? LIKE HE SCORED AN UNGODLY SCORE?? i was like holy shit he went to one of the best, if not the best, uni in our country

so, fast forward 11 grade, first day of school. we were talking in our class (our classes got mixed that year) dude walks in to greet our teacher with his friend and starts talking about the exam and shit. no eye contact? alright whatever lol. 2 or so months later, we go on a trip to visit the unis in that city and his uni is a famous student attraction. he has close friends from his dorm too, so he jumps in on our bus. it was raining so much so we had to stay inside the bus. anyways, we go down, no eye contact still. klsmwadslakwme whatever i say it really is time to stop thinking about him. he vanished off the surface of earth not too long after too lmaoo anyways he probably had a girlfriend back then. so, early pandemic, he deleted his twitter and stopped posting on ig and i hadn't even thought about him at all

he posted a pic on his story... uh,,, october this year? idk at least i knew he was still alive 💀

we went to ikea with my friends one day and got in the wrong bus, ended up in the most ridiculous place so i posted a selfie of us and added it in my close friends (mind that i post from new years to new years) and he responded! he said "you're in this city and didn't invite me?" and i jokingly responded with something. this was late at night, i didn't see him respond and went to bed. i woke up at 9 am and saw that he said "oh btw congrats on your uni! turns out we are really close (our unis are super super close), so we can sit down sometime if you'd like to" and i thought i should respond when im fully awake and went back to sleep. i woke up at 12 pm with my brain mushy and responded with some cringy fucking joke and just liked the message he talked about sitting down. he liked my respond. we were gonna go to a concert that night. i started getting ready, didn't think much of the message. as i was plucking my eyebrows, it occured to me, how DUMB i was. how much of an IDIOT i was. i texted my friends "i did something horrible". i got ready and hopped on the bus, thought about it the whole ride. i got out, met with my friends and told them, HOPING they would at least support me a lil. the first thing they say? "zee, you're such a fucking idiot" i was like "I KNOW" anyways it went on a little more. i said "if i drink enough tonight, i will text him"

2 beers in, mid concert, i sent him a message. "you know, i double tapped it or smth like that but i would really love to meet" sent it, pushed my phone in my pocket. 5 minutes in, i see a notification saying "we only talked on ig" CHILLS MAN I THOUGHT HOLY SHIT THIS DUDE IS SAYING wtf we only talked here KMDSLWKMSDWLKFR FUCKING IPHONE i opened it and he said "same! we only talked on here right? never met face to face" "yeah, guess it was meant to be in this city" "haha yeah. remind me of it and we'll plan something" "sure :)"

this was it omg this shit is so long for no reason, sorry for this lmaooo he's really pretty too lkwsmdaxlsamdwecf i can't i will probably never remind him lol

oh shit wait

my hs friend who goes to the same uni as me, when i told her about my past with the dude, she said she hated the guy bc he ghosted one of her friends. like, he wouldn't wave at her, respond to her texts and stuff. he didn't do any of that with me, so i'm wondering if he liked how i wouldn't really acknowledge him irl lol

yeah that was it lol

flamethrower?? yeah bestie you dodged a bullet there

that dude was also a huge naruto fan. like, he would sometimes wear that bandana and i was like "hmmm okay" i became a weeb literally one year after that 😭 karma is a bitch, death note is bitchier

kaneki was HOT. i liked it when he got violent >:) i could never warm up to tokyo ghoul and keep forgetting that i watched it lol. kaneki was hot tho. i want to read the manga so much, sui ishida is a legend

LKEMWSADCFLKWSDMF NOT THE VACCINE THAT WOULD MAKE SENSE THOO

dubs in general i guess? jjk dub is pretty meh imo. i liked the part where yuji calls nobara a bitch tho

i don't like the so clearly american accent in anime dubs, you know? the way they overdramatise the voices gives me the icks. thats why i loved the death note dub! it was so on point, no unnecessary dramatic moments, following the steps of the original vas. also light's monologue was sick, l's voice was sicker

wait, how does your friend find it bad if they haven't read the manga yet?

aah i didn't get in lol i didn't really expect to be picked anyways so it's cool. thanks for the vibes tho <3

i haven't picked anything yet, i still have very little law knowledge. i've always wanted to be a criminal lawyer (like higuruma hehe) but it looks like i would be more successful (money wise) in private law branches. i also don't know if i want to be connected to the government in any way. fuck the government. i probably wouldn't be picked too lol i'm super marginal for their conservative views. i would LOVE to be a da or prosecutor in usa, like new york lol i watched too much law and order. but yeah, for now, i'm focusing on exploring and seeking out anything involving foreign countries. i would love to study abroad for a master's degree too

ooh hell yeah! go for it!

i was writing the vibrator fic with nanami and realized how LITTLE fics with nanami eating reader out exists lmaoo sorry for the sudden nsfw topic but it was so weird! i don't think i've read it outside of fics specifically for eating out???

WATCH IT FOR ME TOO >:'''''')))) HOW WAS IT DON'T TELL ME BUT TELL ME HOW WAS IT??? HOW HOT WAS GETO

LOVE YOUUUU HAVE A GREAT WEEK <3 <3

[jaegerbroshoe]

I know this might be a little bit early for anything else but complaints but WHY THE FUCK DID EREN NOT USE HIS WARHAMMER ABILITIES? If he had he'd been too hard for anything to attack him. Then again Eren doesn't even look like he's resisting but what am I supposed to feel with this shit? I already hated it but Eremika became canon in the worst possible way lmao wtf. Watch him be Historia's baby daddy, too. Heck, Chad Eren is canon now! It's all about those waifus I'm telling ya! Yikes!

Nothing makes sense about this chapter. Eren somehow sprouts a new body even though he’s not connected to the Source anymore. He’s apparently still fighting but then he just lets Mikasa kill him so easily??? And if any of the real him was in that stupid dream, then he made his feelings clear. He was expecting death and wasn’t going to resist it. So why did he even get up and fight in the first place? WHY was any of this necessary??

I don’t wanna theorize anymore cause I know I’m setting myself up for disappointment, but the only logical explanation would be that the Source was controlling him (it also doesn’t make sense for Eren to titanize everyone given his goals and his “wait!” in 119). But then...he wasn’t even connected to it?? So I don’t know honestly. No amount of logic can ever fix this.

[summerdreamsold]

Hi! I hope you don't mind me saying this, but people still thinking Eren is the father of Historia's child is completely ridiculous to me. If that were the case then it would have been revealed by now. Eren has also never even spared a single thought to his supposed child. Apparently we only have 3 or 4 chapters left of the manga so such a reveal should have happened by now. Also, there are still unresolved feelings between eremika as well as the scarf and eremin also needs some kind of closure. There's no place here for Historia and that "fanon" baby daddy theory. Snk started with EMA and its going to end with them. These baby daddy people need to wake up already! I'm very sorry for ranting but I honestly just had enough. I never speak about that theory but now I've just had it. These baby daddy people are honestly spoiling my experience with snk and becoz of them I don't like Historia anymore. That theory is ALL they ever talk about. I've never once come across one of them who makes a post about HISTORIA. It's always about who the father is. And also, I'm sure Mikasa will shine. No doubt about it. Once again, I'm very sorry for ranting.

Hi! It’s ok, I understand your frustration. I’m sorry that you feel your experience with the manga is being spoiled. With the fandom, on the one hand you have the wealth of perspectives and information, on the other hand there’re always people whose opinions we don’t like and can’t change. I think it’s best to ignore those opinions if they frustrate you too much, and let’s just enjoy the story. I’m no veteran at navigating fandoms, so this is the precious little I can add.

[satelitesdejupiter]

Interlude

Summary: There are things that can only be said when turning off the lights.   Eremika Week day 01 – Jealousy.

 He knew she would come.

Even if she hadn't been looking for him in sleepless nights for a long time, he knew she would come to him that night.

He shifted restlessly as if waiting for the sound of her footsteps when he looked at the shadow that crept toward the bedside lamp. He shuffled aside, giving her space to sit quietly.

As children it was common for her to go to his bed after nightmares. The custom was practically abolished upon entering the survey corps, but there were days too difficult to bear, and not infrequently he drifted away for her to lie in his bed. And so he did again. Eren looked at her, staring at her straight profile and saw Mikasa close her eyes, gave a tired sigh and rested her head against the headboard.

"Will you go?"

She nodded placidly.

"If necessary."

"You don't have to do this."

“You, Armin, Historia… Everyone is willing to make sacrifices. I cannot act thinking only of my own desires. No longer…"

“Can't you allow them to use you, that…”

"Nothing's decided yet," she interrupted. "Hange sees my going as a diplomatic gesture and opportunity to get to know the outside world with our own vision, but Zackly hasn't manifested," she mused and Eren stopped. Mikasa was not a soldier who could easily be dismissed, even temporarily.

"It wouldn't be bad at all either."

That information overwhelmed him. He was not prepared for such a betrayal.

"Do you want to go?"

Mikasa nipped her lip as if pondering, but nodded hesitantly.

"I can't believe."

"It could be interesting…"

"Of course, you can't wait to be treated like a princess or something with your parties, jewels and that nonsense. Or was it Kiyomi's promises to get boyfriends with stupid titles?"

"Eren, what are you talking about?"

 "The damn purpose of this trip. But apparently you're happy with that, aren't you? " Eren snorted with derision and Mikasa sighed in frustration.

"It has nothing to do with it. Just…" She sat leaning, looking serious. "There's a dish with fish that only mommy made. Cylindrical cut with rice… I had never seen anywhere else. But Hiruzu's embassy does not seem to eat anything else. Same about the raiment. I remember the clothes she sewed, some had the same cut on the collar that the women there wear. How many more things I don't know? I would like to know the country of my ancestors. ”

"You talk like Kiyomi cares about what you want."

She lay down staring at the ceiling.

"I have no illusions about this, nor am I willing to submit to the interests of others, if that's what you want to know. However, there is no harm in not abhorring the idea."

"But…"

She silenced his objection, lifting her head to her level as she propped her back on the pillow.

"I don't want to think about that anymore," she closed her eyes and he watched the circles around them, "Tomorrow we can, but not today, please."

It shouldn't be easy for her.

Mikasa hated change. She was methodical and a lover of routines. When they lived in Shiganshina and her mother asked to arrange the dispensation, she used to always order everything in the same place. The salt after the sugar next to the flour, which in turn was followed by the jar of cookies and nuts. She didn't even seem to rationalize these operations, not bothering if he or Carla moved, yet eventually she would put them back in the same sacred order even if unconscious. It was natural to her.

She shifted lazily, putting one of her arms over him and he slid his hands over the dark strands away from her forehead.

"You're so beautiful." He heard Kiyomi's voice haunt his thoughts and his mind returned to the events of that afternoon.

…

"You should come with us to Hiruzu, to know our customs, our country." Kiyomi proposed casually, setting the cup on the table.

"I don't think this is the right time," Mikasa replied, sipping the tea she had invited to have in the apartment reserved for the ambassador.

 "I don't say that for nothing.” She smiled kindly. "It would be interesting for Paradis to expand their zone of influence, I know many families who would be happy to meet you. Besides," She took Mikasa's hand, leaning into her."You're so pretty. Maybe you can't find a fiancé?"  And She laughed as if telling an unreasonable joke.

 Mikasa folded the hands in her lap.

"It's not something that I think."

"I'm afraid not," she agreed, "but it would be interesting if you thought. Nothing more solid than alliances formed under marriage, don't you think? I talked to your commander and have some great Hiruzu clans in mind. Everything would be done by your choice if you agreed to come with me, of course."

Eren clenched his fists, and before Mikasa thought of rehearsing an answer, he knocked on the ajar door no matter if he interrupted an important meeting.

"Mikasa, the horses are ready. Hurry up," he announced without ceremony, giving Kiyomi a rude look.

Mikasa looked grateful, rising hastily

"I have to go"

"I see," Kiyomi stood up, gesturing something that he learned to be courteous with her hands, "But please, think about my proposal. I would be genuinely happy if you visit our country for a few months. "

 …

 It was not the first time he had heard speculation about Mikasa's future.

 Those bastards.

 Kiyomi looked at her like she was an opulent acquisition, while Zackly seemed to ponder which fate would be most advantageous. They wanted to use her in their political game. Take away her right to act for her own life, direct her decisions, and ultimately use her as she was a breeder of soldiers. Eren was seeing something like this happen to a dear person, but he could never bear to see it happen to her.

He traced the delicate face tracing the outline of her lips.

Yes, she was really beautiful. Yet once again that beauty threatened to be a curse.

He didn't like to imagine where she would be if she hadn't arrived on time. Probably having a miserable life running into rich men's hands like a toy. It would not be so different if Kiyomi carried out her plan, uniting her with some clan noblewoman against her will, or if she stayed on the island to give birth to Ackermans soldiers.

She snuggled closer to him and his muscles tensed. Her breath skidded under his neck and the warmth of her hand held tight to his chest made him lose his mind, dragging his thoughts to shameful places.

"Mikasa, it's late," he called her with a pat on the shoulder. She looked at him confused and he quickly sat with his back to her.

"I'm sorry… I was sleepy," she said blandly, rubbing her eye, then glared at him softly. "Don't you find that nostalgic? It always happened in Shiganshina."

Eren shook his head, "We're not kids anymore."

She backed away.

"That's not it ..." he came up noticing that she had misunderstood.

She waited, but he didn't know how to correct himself.

Then he found frustrated that she had no idea at all. Maybe it was the habit of seeing him as a child or a younger brother. Someone she could sleep with without incurring vexatious situations.

Fortunately, no one else would see innocently that long-abandoned habit, and that's what he remembered when he said, "Hange will be here early tomorrow."

"And?" She leaned back against the pillows.

Eren bend toward her ignoring the inconvenience of his condition in order to find a humor line on her face.

Her lips parted in expectation caught his eye, and he looked away at the tattoo on his rib hand and involuntarily glued his fingers over the circles, skirting them.

"She could interpret it strangely."

Mikasa seemed to consider "There is nothing to interpret, and even if it had it would be no violation."

It was true that dating members of the corporation was not illegal, especially during their layoffs, and it was also true that there was nothing between them, but the way she dismissed the idea bothered him.

He leaned a little closer to her.

"Mikasa, what do you think people would think if they saw us now?"

Her breath hitched, and she instinctively tugged at the hand he caressed, but he didn't back away keeping his hand on her rib, massaging it with gentle strokes.

 She tried to keep her face placid, but throbbing in her chest betrayed her. All there was were stubborn green eyes, and those dark hair that she didn't remember how it almost stopped at the shoulder.

"They would assume things that do not exist," she replied, as if to defy him.

"But they would not be wrong to do it."

"Of course, you would never see me like that, nor ..."

"Contrary to what you seem to think, Mikasa. I am a man. And with eyes." He smoothed the curve of her waist tightly,"Not a child or a priest."

It was her turn to lean.

“Maybe I know that. And maybe I don't care what Hange will think tomorrow. ”

Before he drew any reaction, she closed the distance between his lips.

They had a taste of night. Cold and soft as the twilight breeze, but there was a moment when all the lights seemed to turn on. Eren moved his lips down her neck and he stopped inhaling her scent, his hand held firmly over her torso, "Don't go."

He didn't want to see her leave.

Not with Kiyomi, not to stop in some idiot's arms.

The thought of her choosing anyone, someone who would have everything he always wanted, at times seemed the worst case scenario.

"I can not promise".

"I know, I know," he repeated, kissing the curve of her shoulders and going to her lips as if to ensure the merit of being the only one who could.

Mikasa tugged a strand of her hair back, wondering how to say that even if Hiruzu was an ocean od distace she would still come back.

She rose over him making him lie down.

And so he fell silent about any complaint to Hiruzu that night.

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catch and release

Attack on Titan | Eremika

based off the 119 spoilers

Summary: “You want to talk to me,” Mikasa repeats instead, voice hoarse with disbelief. “Our last conversation ended in tears and a fist fight. Forgive me for feeling shocked at your sudden interest in my wellbeing.”  Eren had always been her rock, her ride or die, the very embodiment of home and comfort. And now… well.  She wanted to tell herself it was over, that the door was closed. And now, he comes in with his bullshit, forcing her to take a step back from the two she had taken forward.

you can find it on fanfiction.net once I post it lol {mikasa-heichou}

A/N: Alright so I saw the spoilers for 119 and I panicked. In my state of distress, I shit out this fic because I needed something to throw my feelings at. All I know is that Eren literally lost his head and then I saw a spoiler somewhere that Mikasa was injured?? I’m pretty sure it turned out to be fake, but I thought it would add some substance to this piece so I took it and ran lol.

Also! This is the rewritten and edited version of Change My Mind. That was my first fic I ever posted on ff and tumblr, and looking back at it, I saw how much I’ve improved since a year ago. So I took the dialogue of the fight and manipulated it to work well with the different circumstances, and here we are. The end piece turned out to be too different from the original (which I think is good!) so I had to rename it. I hope you enjoy, leave me some love! -u.n.

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“Hey.” Eren greets nonchalantly with his face ridden of any emotion. Eren looks far off; his mind is elsewhere but he’s talking to her. Talking to her. After everything that had happened. Mikasa can’t say she wanted it, but she’s not horribly disappointed. 

Mikasa looks up from tending to the injury at hand. There are trace amounts of blood on her hands despite her efforts to scrub them clean: pink tinges her fingers like she’s blushing with her whole body, and had the situation been different, it would have been cute. Though, she can’t say that almost losing your life in battle for the millionth time was cute. Looking at him now and seeing that his presence felt like an obligation, she almost doesn’t want to respond. For once, his aura was completely unreadable.

“Eren.”

His eyes darted to her bare neck, taking in the sight of the pale skin that’s covered more often than not. There’s a weird feeling starting in his belly, but he chooses not to pay mind to it. With his newly mastered skill of compartmentalization, the feeling is gone before he can even register what it was. 

Eren leans against the door frame, long brown hair pulled back into a bun resting upon his occipital, and gives her a once over. It was a silent way of checking up on her, she thinks, because his eyes zero in on the blood spreading across the white fabric. She squirms under his gaze.

He tilts his chin up and back, gesturing towards her injury.

“You good?” he’s manages to make out. Mikasa’s mind reels at this. At first, she had simply thought he stopped by to grab something from the infirmary, not to chat with her. Besides, these days it seemed as though he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. Her eyes narrowed a fraction and she focused her attention on her lap, something about the fit of her new pants suddenly became very interesting. Mikasa applied pressure to the wound and willed to the highest god Eren to go away before she exploded into an emotion really did not want to entertain.

“Fine,” she replies curtly, “everything’s fine.”

“You’re bleeding a lot.” Eren answers not a second too late, and Mikasa wants to huff in annoyance. He’s being very confusing.

This whole week he hadn’t spared a single glance at her, not having said anything to each other since the incident at the table where he confessed his true feelings. She might have thought that there was more reason for his actions, but lately she’s not sure what to believe at all. He loved them, and Mikasa was so sure of it up until now. He saved her when they were kids, and he didn’t even know her. Why would you spread yourself so thin and go so far as to put your life on the line, to save a girl you only knew the name of? Mikasa would rack her brain for an answer, but every time she tried, it always ended up inconclusive. And she remembers the scarf- of course she remembers the scarf- that stupid, red scarf that she held so dearly to her heart and clung to it for as long as she could. She remembers the comfort it would bring, the anxiety it would soothe, the depression it would hush, until the relic began to induce more harm than good.

Not to mention his relationship with Armin. They were thick as thieves, attached at the hip, practically brothers. Mikasa remembered when Armin woke up after claiming the colossal titan, and Eren had been the one to beat her to him. She remembers how he had flung his arms around his neck and held him close, relieved and emotional to see his best friend alive and well. She remembers the tears forming at the corners of his eyes and the anxiety physically leave Eren’s body when Armin sat up. You can’t fake that, she had concluded, that’s raw emotion.

He loved them.

But that’s it, he loved them, as in past tense. And no matter how much she might have wanted to deny that, his actions definitely backed up his claims. And even in the off chance that Eren really was just putting up a front, why would she want to get involved with all of that after every harsh word he’s thrown at her?

And now, all she had were hypotheticals.

Building up to that moment at the table, Eren had, sadly, disappointed her more times than she could count: insisting they stay at Marley when everyone wanted to go home, getting the corps more involved than they should, having three-hundred and maybe more soldiers killed by Armin’s hand, distancing himself, losing the light in his eyes that used to bring her comfort- Mikasa couldn’t pinpoint when the pain eventually numbed, and she began to expect less and less from him. Yet, no amount of detachment could stop the pain from stabbing her in the chest when he claimed to harbor nothing but hatred for someone who was a mere slave. 

So when he waltzes in here with the audacity to check up on the woman he apparently despises- to even bother putting up a front that he cared about her wellbeing- Mikasa is bound to get a little irritated. Mikasa inhales deeply and notices how her chest constricts the closer he gets. She’ll have to tell Hanji about the discomfort later. 

Or maybe, that was from Eren being in the room. 

“I’m fine. I’ve had worse.”

“Suit yourself.” Eren shrugs, and shifts his feet in a way that makes it seem like he’s about to leave. He begins to shuffle out, barely making it past the door frame before he turns back around, but the tension was too unbearable to not say anything. It sat heavy in the air and suffocated him, and even though Eren had willed himself to create distance between them for both of their sakes, he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her. He just needed to see that she was alright, even if he had no right to know. But as Eren thought for a fleeting moment that maybe it wasn’t worth rubbing salt in the wound, it was too late to change his mind. The brunet sighs, long and deep, before leaning against the wood. His arms come to cross his chest as he speaks. 

“Okay. Let’s talk.”

Mikasa looks up briefly and meets his intense gaze before redirecting her eyes back to her hands. Words could not describe the amount of discomfort she is feeling right now, and the thought in itself pained her more than she’d like to admit. Eren had always been her rock, her ride or die, the very embodiment of home and comfort. And now… well.

“There is nothing to talk about, Eren. I have nothing to say to you.” Mikasa answers evenly. She almost applauds herself for maintaining her composure. Eren frowns, a sign that he was not going to drop the conversation that easily. Mikasa quickly remembers how stubborn he is; the trait is both a blessing and a curse. 

“I think you do have something to say to me, otherwise you wouldn’t be fidgeting with your hands like you always do when you’re nervous.” Eren says sharply. 

She blinks slowly and wills herself to breathe. “Okay,” Mikasa tries not to let any of her feelings seep through, “I don’t want to talk to you about it.”

“Alright,” she hears Eren huff, “I’m going to ask one more time, and then afterwards you’re not allowed to ask again: what is it?”

Mikasa recoils at his choice in words. Not allowed--

“Is there-” Mikasa chokes. He cannot be serious. The balls on this one. “You wanna ease up a little bit? You come to me, demanding answers, and then you say I’m not allowed to ask again.” 

Mikasa watched him move with a look on her face that resembled a mix of disgust and curiosity, but nothing like respect. Eren drags a hand over his mouth and down his chin as he picks up the nearest chair. He’s making a big scene out of this, she knows. Unceremoniously, he drops the chair in front of her bed and straddles it, muscled forearms come to rest on the top of the chair as he looks at her heatedly.

“I want to talk to you to settle this because things haven’t been sitting well with me, either.” Had she known any better, it looked like this conversation was just as painful for him as it was for her. 

'I wonder why,' she almost wants to say. But no, she refused to get her hopes up. Mikasa spent the past couple of days telling herself he was living his best life with her out of his hair, that he was able to move on faster than her. She wanted to tell herself it was over, that the door was closed. And now, he comes in with his bullshit, forcing her to take a step back from the two she had taken forward.

“You want to talk to me,” Mikasa repeats instead, voice hoarse with disbelief. “Our last conversation ended in tears and a fist fight. Forgive me for feeling shocked at your sudden interest in my wellbeing.” 

Eren swallows. He licks his lips, eyes darting to the left as he composes an answer in his head. “I know that this situation is… unfortunate,” his voice was gruff, “but we’re in Marley, and these are my days in Marley that, one way or another, you’ve agreed to. I’m doing everything I can to work towards our freedom, and honestly, Mikasa, the way you’re reacting to it is unfair.” 

“Eren,” she warns, “I don’t think you want to start a conversation with me about what’s fair.” Her shift in tone causes his gaze to harden. “This is way more intense than any of us could have asked for. Sasha died, Eren. I joined the corps because of you. Armin wiped out a whole naval fleet for you.” 

Suddenly Eren is shaking his head like she said something that offended him. He holds a hand up to ensure he has the next word. 

“You need to understand in case you haven’t yet: everything I do is for a reason. I would never- I would never hurt you like that not- not deliberately without reason, and I-” Eren inhales sharply, pausing to recollect his thoughts. His mind darts to their talk only days before, and reluctantly recalls the utter heartbreak written on her face along with the betrayal painted across Armin’s. Was he wrong to think he can just hit 'undo' on all of this? His chest squeezes. “I am doing everything I can, every week, to bring home something to our people in Paradis-”

“Eren, I- I am trying to make things perfect here,”  Mikasa flails her free arm before aggressively pointing down the floor beneath her, “Okay? So that you can have everything that you want-”

“So I’m doing this just for me, is that what this is? I’m doing this just for me.” his words are laced with condescension, dipped in impatience. He leans forward, upset at the turn the conversation had taken, though he can’t say he didn’t expect this. “Mikasa, if that’s what you think, then this is a really sad conversation.” Eren bites, but the woman in front of him doesn’t so much as flinch. By now, she’s used to his temper. She knows it like the back of her hand.

“It wouldn’t be the first.”

Eren sighs, his nostrils flaring from the pot of anger that was boiling in his stomach. But he watches her expression, and something inside softens every so slightly. Despite the facade she’s tried so hard to put up, he can still tell that she’s… sad.  “Look, Mikasa, I don’t know what to tell you. Sasha is gone, that moment is gone, but that’s not the first time we’ve seen someone we love die, you and I of all people should know this. So really, there’s nothing we can do about that but see this through. It’s what Sasha would have wanted.”

The mention of Sasha’s death strikes a chord in her. Her heart squeezes at the memory of her late best friend, and the look that spreads across her face depicts all five stages of grief in five seconds. Voice cracking, she says softly, “I don’t know, Eren, maybe you should have been there.”

It’s the most emotion she’s shown on her face today, and Eren knows he’s struck a chord.

Tongue in cheek, he decides to drop the conversation. They seemed to have reached an impasse anyway, and he didn’t come here to fight. Silence falls over the two, and Mikasa realizes only then that the wound’s screams of protest could no longer go unnoticed. She winces, visibly, and only then does Eren take note of her pain. The wound wasn’t even that bad, but it stung enough to demand medical attention. The shifter stands, ungracefully pushing the chair back to where it had been prior. 

“I’ll go get Hanji.” he mutters when he’s halfway out the door.

“No,” she stops him. “No. Get Armin.”

Eren says nothing, only pauses to make sure he heard correctly, “Get Armin.” he repeats. His voice is flat and unnamed. The thought of the two together immediately puts an unwelcomed, ugly thought into his head. 

“Yep,” Mikasa breaks eye contact applying pressure to the spot that has been annoying her for the past half hour. “Get Armin.”

Eren scoffs, and Mikasa pushes down the inexplicable anger that forces its way up her throat with her full body weight. “Okay, I’ll get Armin.” she hears him mumble under his breath. 

Not too long after, Mikasa feels a gentle knock at the door that brings her an odd sense of comfort. Nothing like how she had been feeling moments prior.

“Heyaz,” a gentle, familiar voice greets her. Mikasa looks up, eyes glossy from her conversation with Eren. “You okay?” 

She shakes her head, throwing her free hand up and letting it slap down on her thigh in frustration. “What am I doing wrong, Armin?” Mikasa exhales loudly. Armin comes up to kneel in front of her, and she duly noted how his aura is nothing like the aggressive one she had just faced. Instead, Armin brings a hand to cover her own- the one tending to the wound- and slowly pries it off so he can take a look. 

“Nothing,” he says. “you’re doing the best you can.” 

The blond reaches over and takes more gauze to wrap around the wound, but not after wiping it clean of any excess blood. He applies pressure to the wound before wrapping it smoothly around her body. Subconsciously, she leans into his touch. Armin offers her a light smile.

“Hey,” he cups her cheeks in both hands. “It’s just a tough situation. That’s all that it is.”

Mikasa pouts. “It’s getting tougher.”

“Yeah,” Armin wipes at a stray tear he knows she wouldn’t have wanted to escape, “I know.” Brushing hair away from her forehead, he palms at her nape to bring her head closer to his. Armin presses his lips to her forehead and physically feels the tension leave her shoulders. He coaxes her to lean into his shoulder, and Mikasa takes the opportunity and runs with it. She presses her nose into the crook of his neck and revels in the way Armin handles her delicately.

It was nice to feel protected.

Eren eyes the interaction from where he lingers by the door, his two (former) best friends too wrapped up in each other to notice his presence. His heart sinks into his stomach when he notices how gentle Armin is with her, how he always has been with her, and how he couldn’t seem to give her that. 

He sees Armin shift, beginning to pull back, and Eren startles a bit. He really should get going before the others notice he’s been gone awhile, but he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from them. He aches all over. It’s not some sharp, immediate physical pain he can identify, no. It consumes him, spreading through his body like a wildfire just by seeing the damage he’s done to the people he loved the most. The silver lining that Eren kept having to remind himself of, however, was that at least they had each other to seek out. 

When this was all over, Eren blindly wished, he’d take them both back in a heartbeat. He’d laugh and tell them all about how he hated every second of what he had to do. Hell, he’d even pat Armin on the back for the good punch he threw at him. 

That is, if they survived that long. Eren wasn’t stupid, he knows better than to speak for the future. 

“Thank you,” he hears Mikasa mutter. She pulls away to lightly press her lips to the blond’s cheek before pushing him by the shoulders, presumably telling him she can take it from there.

“You’ll be okay on your own?” Armin asks. 

“Always. And Armin,” she calls him back. “I love you, okay?” 

Armin smiles at her sadly and squeezes her hand. “Of course. I love you, too.”

“I just wanted you to know,” she gazes at him, an indescribable look on her face. “We just. We never know, you know?” 

He chuckles. “I know.”

The moment is so tender, so sincere, and full of words Eren could never seem to bring himself to say. And oh god he can’t watch-

Eren stalks forward until he’s completely out of sight and leans against the wall. He takes an impossibly deep breath and wills himself to regain his aloof composure before anyone can see him vulnerable. 

--

“Where’s your scarf?” Eren asks her the next day, unable to stay away for too long.

“I… don’t know.”

"You...misplaced it?" He hesitated, afraid of her answer.

"Um, I...yes."

He fiddles with the fabric in his back pocket, pulling it out when he's a comfortable distance. “You really need to keep track of this.” he teases, but she smiles warily at the fabric. Eren easily pinpoints her discomfort, but struggles with a way to confront it without starting anything. 

“Eren, where did you…?”

“Uh,” he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, “what’s her name… Louise gave it to me. She said you left it in-” Realization dawns on him, and his face falters slightly. The miniscule amount of confidence minutes before walking in was now gone. “You left it on purpose, didn’t you?”

He looks so sad, Mikasa doesn’t know what to say. She supposes that now it’s her turn to break his heart. “Yes, Eren.”

His posture slouches slightly, looking defeated. He tugs at the frayed edges anxiously. “Why?”

“Eren, that scarf,” she gestures towards the red fabric, “it used to mean everything to me. It brought me comfort and warmth, and it even smelled like you. Thank you for that, really. But ever since you called me a slave…”

“Mikasa,” Eren cringes, face scrunching up as he remembers crying so hard he almost threw up. 

“That scarf is a leash.” she continues, resolve strong, “It’s a chain that binds me to you, and that’s all I can see it as now. It’s not the same.”

He sighs, fingers buried into the scarf, “You know I never meant it like that when I gave it to you. That was never my intention.”

“I know,” she reassures him with a pat on the shoulder, and he scolds himself for wanting to be closer when all he’s ever done was push her away. Mikasa smiles at him sadly, “Times change, though. Things change.”

“Well this… sucks.” He groans, embarrassed, but more hurt than ever, at how this was turning out.

Mikasa laughs. It’s been so long since she’s seen his ears tinged red with embarrassment. She reaches out and tugs on it like she used to when they were younger, and revels in the way he winces, but makes no effort to pull away. A wave of nostalgia crashes over them both. 

“It doesn’t have to be a sad thing, Eren. You’re free, right? That’s what you’ve always wanted. I’m done.”

The words “you’re free” punched him in the face and called him lonely. 

No, Eren’s mind immediately protests. The thought of being free from her felt so inexplicably wrong. So out of character, and that the two of them being together was supposed to be inevitable. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wanted to reach out and grab her, hold onto her wrist like he’s done before, and keep her close to him. Eren wanted to protect her, put her in his pocket to shield her from all the bad things in the world. But as he looked at her, really looked at her, she seemed to say, “Just so you know, I’m perfectly okay with taking care of myself” without actually verbalizing it. Eren sees how happy Mikasa seems. She’s glowing; an obvious light twinkles in her eyes as she looks at him. Her cheeks seem fuller, posture straightened, an overall healthy vibe radiating off of her. Eren knows, that no matter how badly he wants to hold onto this, he can’t. 

He won’t. 

“So you don’t want it back…?” he throws the question at her as his Hail Mary, a final attempt, just to say that he exhausted all possibilities. 

“No.” Mikasa answers, all traces of finality present.  She steps closer to him and covers a warm hand with her own, pushing the scarf back down to his sides. As she begins to pull away, Eren twists his hand free from the scarf to hold onto hers. Her eyes widened in surprise at the contact, but she doesn’t move away. In fact, Mikasa lets him lace their fingers together.

Eren squeezes. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you,” she offers, “I’m proud of me, too. And so is Armin.”

Eren chortles. “So you and Armin, huh?” his tone teases her, but there’s no trace of malice or jealousy.

“What?” she blanches.

“I mean, it’s great. He’s so good to you. You deserve someone who appreciates you.”

“Oh, no, we’re not- Armin and I aren’t a thing.” she quickly negates the assumption before either of them can entertain the thought any longer. Silence falls over the two once more, no longer filled with tension, but with comfort. The growing tension between them had obviously weighed more on their shoulders than either of them would have liked to admit.  

"I miss you.” 

The words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them. 

“Oh,” Mikasa cooes and palms at his cheek, “I miss you, too.”

“Then I don’t understand,” he’s scrambling for some kind of purchase on her, “why are we breaking apart?” 

Mikasa is quiet for a moment. She bites her lip, pondering, until, “I haven’t had a moment to properly grieve.”

“You don’t have to grieve alone,” Eren adds, “I’m still here.”

“Eren, I have to grieve everything, everything since the day of the Battle of Trost.” she tells him sternly, “There is so much to cope and you know that. I have a lot to undergo before I can be with anyone.” 

“Mikasa-” 

“But,” she puts her hand up, interrupting him. “I still choose you.” 

“...Huh?” he cocks his head, clearly confused by her shift in decisions. “But you just said-”

“It’s one thing to be bonded to you because of my bloodline, Eren, but it’s another to choose you because I love you.”

There it was. Cat’s out of the bag now. 

Eren stares at her blankly, dumbfounded. Despite his lack of a reaction, Mikasa feels no heartbreak or discomfort. 

“I know, there was no huge, romantic or pretty way of saying it” she smiles a little. “I’ve lived with these feelings for so long, Eren. I think you know by now if you love me or not, and at this point, time won’t really change that. But it’s okay, I’ve made my peace with either outcome.”

For a moment he’s just looking at her, like a volcano that wants to- needs to- erupt, so badly that the magma begins to seep along the edges. He wants to tell her, but the fact that she had literally just told him she’d be totally fine without him seemed to be a pretty big barrier. 

Mikasa seems to understand the intense look in his eyes. “What is it?” she watches him lick his lips in hesitation, searching for the right words in this semi-panicked state. He seemed to be measuring his next words carefully, as if saying the wrong thing could just send her away again, just like that. He’d already made that mistake once. Her voice coaxes him back into reality, however, when she says gently, “talk to me. You can tell me anything.” 

“I do.” 

She froze. “What?”

“Mikasa,” he grabs her hand and puts it to his chest desperately. “Mikasa I love you, what are we doing?”

“You…” the words die on her tongue as she hears her own heartbeat in her ears louder than his words. “Oh my god…”

“I shouldn't have waited until now, I know. It was stupid, and I'm sorry. But I love you. I love you.” He almost looked like a figment of her imagination at this point, saying these things she had only heard him declare in her dreams. 

“Eren, I…” she pauses, really looking at him. His look of sincerity and puppy dog eyes she hasn't seen in years seemed to win her over. It seems so unreal and her knee-jerk reaction was to cling to logic: “We...we still have a job to finish, we’re not done yet, the...the war, our friends, I just…”

“But I want it now.” He states the obvious, halting any other reasoning she may have. Mikasa melts at his admission and she realizes how much tension she had been harboring in her shoulders when she felt them relax at his words. 

“It's going be you, Eren. Just give me time,” she reasons. 

“Do we even have time, though? I've just seen so much, we’re not guaranteed a tomorrow. You've never been more than a hundred feet away from me, and it took me ten years to get to you,” Eren tells her, his hand still holding onto hers as if she would just run away as soon as he let go.

“Okay,” Mikasa answers shakily. “Okay. So this, this is us now, right? We're done messing around.”

“Yeah, I- god, yeah I'm done.” He pulls her into a hug, so desperate, so tight, like Eren Jeager would be damned if he ever let her go again. He presses a kiss to her forehead as he feels her arms wrap around his own figure, “we're done being stupid.”

“Good because I don't wanna mess this up, Eren. I can't lose you again.” 

“I know, I'm sorry. I love you.”

Her muffled giggles against his chest send him up to cloud nine. He can hear the smile in her voice as she tells him, “I love you, too.”

[tundrainafrica]

why do you think levihan is so underrated? like it is an adorable ship and has so many more canon evidence compared to other ships. like it just saddens me - levihan deserves so much love.

Thank you for the ask anon! 

I agree! Levihan is incredibly underrated and sometimes even the community which gets picked on the most apparently. 

I don’t know the actual environment in twitter since I tend to keep to myself there and my knowledge is limited to like the 10 Levihan blogs I follow but I hear a lot of antis deny what happened in 126 and 132 saying Levi and Hange were just being friendly there or smthg but if it were Levi and their dream pairing doing the same thing as Hange and Levi were there, they’d be screaming ‘CANON’ but yeah, it was Levi and Hange and apparently they don’t have any chemistry or something like that. 

In the Japanese fandom though, Levihan is not as underrated actually. It is one of the top pairings that actually pushed 126 and 132 to the top of the polls for the Bessatsu polls for colored chapters. They have Levihan events and loads of Levihan dojins and content. (but Ereri still beats it fsrrrr)

I have A LOT of friends who watch AoT but surprise surprise, I’m the only Levihan shipper. I have friends who ship Jeankasa, Eremika and even RivaMika but NO ONE SHIPS LEVIHAN. And I asked about it and here are some reasons I get: 

1. Their height difference is just too big. It looks weird. 

2. They’re too weird for each other. 

3. They’re more like siblings. 

4. Levi always looks irritated when they see each other. Are you sure he doesn’t hate her? 

5. (for anime onlies) I have not seen them do anything romantic. At least Jean showed like some obvious romantic infatuation for Mikasa.

Make what you want of those comments up there but that’s the general reasoning I have seen among my friends which really just makes me roll my eyes *internally* because really Levihan was the closest ship to canon next to Yumihisu fight me. 

But why isn’t it as big as let’s say... Ereri? 

Okay I think to answer this type of question, we have to understand the fundamental fact that people ship what they ship for their own personal reasons. There is no universal reason to ship a pairing. 

Personally, I would ship a pairing or a relationship I would want for myself. Like the hanky panky part of the relationship is just a bonus. I like celebrating relationships that can teach us about healthy development, conflict resolution and mutual trust and I think Levihan does a great job in showing a healthy developed relationship between two parties. I have made a list of what exactly I find so delectable about their pairing and you can check it out here. 

I have trouble seeing that same healthy development in Ereri all the way to Season 4 (but if you do see it, do point it out. )

I mean apparently people actually see BDSM fuel in the court room scene in Season 1 and the soon to be animated kick from Levi in Seaosn 4 and those apparently are what launched this AOT ship into fame.

From Ereri’s origins we could surmise that people generally ship it because it’s an attractive ship to ship more than it being what embodies their dream relationship or a healthy ship. 

This is an okay way to go about shipping anyway. What I find problematic is when ship wars start all because people wanna force their own preferences on others which is apparently incredibly common in twitter. 

Hange and Levi’s relationship is really good fuel for hot porn as well (and I’ve read some good dojins) but they’re a het pairing too and I think it has been a norm for a while that yaoi pairings tend to be more popular among fans, We do have a lot of ‘fujoshis’ who enjoy these things. I’ve been into sports anime for an incredibly long time and it’s also apparent there that homosexual pairings tend to fly more than het pairings and this might also apply to this fandom. (It applies to most fandoms I think.)

And Hange’s kinda underrated.

Hange doesn’t score high as a popular character among Western audiences (although she scores high among Japanese audiences) so there’s also the question of “Why ship Levi would a character who isn’t even popular?” and for a lot of audiences, Hange has been reduced to the mad scientist. 

And to appreciate the relationship between Levi and Hange, we have to have a more in depth appreciation for both Hange and Levi which tend to be glossed over by a lot of watchers. Erwin and Eren generally score higher or are more popular characters next to Levi and I think that’s one reason why people to opt to pair Hange with Erwin and Hange with Eren. 

Like, you might notice a commonality among most if not all Levihan fans but we are all huge fans of Hange. Like I think being a huge fan of Hange comes with being a Levihan stan. 

Hopefully though animating 126 and 132 will make it a little more mainstream ship? Who knows.

Thank you for the ask anon and I hope this answers your question. 

[blehbleehhhh]

Your Body Is a Wonderland ft. Eremika <3

Anonymous requested: "Eren sucking on Mikasa's tits 😏😉"

You got it ;) Keep the requests coming!

Mikasa dug around Eren's dresser for a pack of matches and grinned as his fingers lightly pushed away the silky, black sheet of hair blocking access to the side of her neck.

"Hi." Eren's breath tickled her ear as he gently placed his hands on her hips, finally able to kiss her skin when she let out a quiet giggle. After the candles were lit and the matchstick was safely disposed of, he immediately sunk his hands down the length of her thighs and up once more, pausing to rub circles on her hips.

"Hey."

"You wanna fool around?"

"Love to." She smiled as she turned herself in his arms, allowing her hand fall down to his chest so she could push him backwards until he was sitting on the edge of his bed. Mikasa's gaze never wavered from her boyfriend's as she proceeded to straddle his lap and teasingly set her hands on his chest, curling her fingers around the collar of his military jacket to slowly bring their faces closer together.

"You are so hot..." Eren breathed to her lips as he snaked his arms around her waist and quickly closed the remaining distance to engage her in a slow, passionate kiss, but she needed more, so she took the reins and slipped her tongue in his mouth. He groaned, unraveling his arms so he could slide his hands up her uniform and along the smooth skin of her back hidden underneath. But then he surprised her, and a muffled giggle filled his mouth when she suddenly landed on her back, with the Eren Jaeger slowly unbuttoning her shirt. While his lips migrated down to the crevice between her neck and collarbone, Eren slowly worked to completely expose what he’s really after, occasionally rubbing his hand across her incredibly well defined core, he smirked inwardly when her breaths became choppy and uneven as his teeth grazed the side of her neck.

“Mm, don’t leave marks!”

“Oooh,” Eren chuckled as he kissed down to the valley between her breasts. “Whoops.”

“Ere - haa!”

“It’s not my fault your beautiful skin is so fair,” He smiled as he traced the seam from mound to her chest with his tongue, leaving soft kisses in its wake. “Besides, you can just cover them up with my scarf again anyway...”

"Stopp! You’re making me blush." The sound of his muffled laughter filled her ears and made her heart soar; it seems like he’s been happier since they started dating, without a doubt because hiding behind the tough guy facade isn’t necessary with her.

“My porcelain princess...”

“What kind of a boyfriend are you, hitting on your girlfriend all the time?”

“I know, I know,” He smiled against the warmth of her milky skin and glanced up to meet her sultry gaze. “I’m such a dickhead.” Mikasa grinned as their lips met, her skin sprouting goosebumps because he’s pulled away and dove into her cleavage licking, kissing, and nibbling, eliciting a moan from the back of her throat. Eren placed his hands on both breasts and gave them a squeeze, taking his time with covering her chest in kisses. She sucked in a breath and sighed happily, mostly because part of her is still surprised with their every steamy encounter, though she hopes that this honeymoon phase lasts, and both of them have high hopes that it most definitely will.

"I fucking love it when you suck on my tits..." Mikasa arched her back and eagerly unclipped her bra, and his tongue joined in the kisses as  his fingers gently tweaked her nipples, finally looking up to into her eyes.

"That's good, because I fucking love sucking on them." He cupped her breasts in both of his hands once more, holding one of them in a way that enabled him to easily lick across the aroused nipple at the tip and suck her flesh into his mouth, kneading the supple mounds with his hands.

"Ahhh...” She sighed a soft whimper and allowed her eyes to flutter shut, her hands and fingers tangled in his shaggy, brown hair. Eren slowly pulled away and smirked down at where his mouth just was, because this nipple is so much harder than the other, even though his fingers were playing with that one. “Why did you stop?”

“Just curious if you have a hickey yet and I’m sad to report that you do not.”

“You can cover my chest in hickeys for all I care...”

“I was going to anyway since you seem to enjoy the rougher kisses more, yes?”

“I like them a lot more when your hand is between my thighs.

“It’s really hot when you’re so direct about how horny you are. But I’m sure -” Eren’s hand slid down her core and effortlessly unbuttoned her trousers, watching her eyes open to meet his with the most delicious sultry look on her face. “...you already knew that. If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll make us late for the squad meeting with Levi and rail you instead.” She just smiled and rolled her eyes, forcing the smirk off his lips by arching her back so they caressed her nipple. He sucked the aroused, sensitive nub into his mouth and flattened his tongue against it just as her shaky hands managed to shimmy most of her legs free of her trousers, spreading them as wide as she could. Mikasa moaned softly when three of his fingertips slowly slipped through her wetness before they finally pressed into her clit, his mouth suckling her breast rough enough to pull a louder moan from her core, still quiet enough for only them to hear. After dating for the past few years and sleeping together pretty much the entire time, the young couple has gotten very good at going unnoticed during their sexual escapades, not counting the handful of half a dozen times where there had been a particularly hellish battle, just celebrating the fact that the other one was still alive was the only thing they cared about at that point.

“Oh, Eren!” Mikasa’s voice squeaked as she struggled to contain her moans, because he’s also started rhythmically fingering her and alternating between lightly nibbling on her sensitive nipple or sucking the large portion of her breast still tucked inside of his mouth. She whimpered as she arched her back and placed a hand on the one he has between her thighs, her breathing grew quicker and quicker. “I’m gonna cum!” His mouth sucked harder, rubbing her g-spot even faster and smirked inwardly because the after effects of her orgasm sound even more apparent, especially when his fingers plunged deeper. Mikasa’s legs trembled and her hips twitched up as he slowly continued stimulating her inside. “Ah! Ah!” She had to cover her mouth with one of her hands, because she could feel a second wave of pleasure on its way, and suddenly, she let out a cry that has now made his erection a little uncomfortable - but this isn’t about him anyway, he wants to focus on her. It wasn’t long until she slowly eased her body back down on the bed, laying an arm across her eyes with an amused grin teasing her lips as he slipped his hand back up to slowly rub it across her stomach. He gradually pulled his mouth away from her breast and planted kisses everywhere he’s left a mark on her skin. “Noo, Erennn!” She removed her arm from her face and smiled when their eyes met. “You’ll turn me on again.”

“Ah, shit, you’re right,” Eren smirked and gently bumped their foreheads together as he squeezed both of her breasts. “If only it were a turn on for both of us to build up sexual tension.”

[animentality]

Isayams dropped the last panel of the manga and it seems it is eren with a baby telling it that now it’s free

I know, I saw.

Wow.

Lot of emotions.

First off, what the fuck?

Is it ending in ONE CHAPTER?

All of us thought there'd be a whole nother arc full of exhausting military fighting nonsense.

But you're telling me there's at best, like three chapters left? Like really? You're gonna wrap up this mess in a single chapter, or possible two or three?

Second, I really don't care if Eren has a baby with Christa, I'll just be glad if it's with anyone but Mikasa.

Like Eremikas will be crushed if any ship but theirs is Canon and I've been waiting for this day since 2013.

It's been almost six years and I've been thirsting for blood for so long.

Plus even though it was never going to be Canon, I also would love a little ereri crushing too.

Ruin the ships, isayama, do it you bastard.

But my third reaction is...well.

I'm finally going to be at peace?

I mean Jesus.

For the newcomers, you really don't know how long I was an snk blog.

You don't know how much I loved it.

How much I adored it.

How much I defended isayama's writing choices and admired the very unique characters and the strange but intriguing plot.

And all of the raw humanity that emanated from its pages.

I cared so much that it's both embarrassing and kind of gratifying to think about it, because it was a special part of my life for some time. I even thought I might cosplay for it.

First ever porn fic was for snk.

My blog gained its first ten thousand followers purely from snk stuff.

I made a lot of friends back then. Became involved in anime after a time when I was starting to get bored with anime.

And then........the uprising arc happened.

and it was just...godawful.

then RtS happened and it was great it was my favorite arc, but at that point the fandom was so toxic and angry about Armin surviving that I was done with it permanently.

And I'd never join those hellhounds again.

I already knew they were awful but seeing that much hate because of ships and character development and "bad writing" accusations, I was really done with interacting directly with any of the nut jobs.

All the discourse over ereri because they're a child and a grown ass man, all the discourse of smug Eremikas who were so confident that they were endgame, cuz every shonen does it, it suddenly didn't matter because the fandom had devolved.

It went from producing actual content, with art and gifs and beautiful graphics and wonderful character analyses and plot speculation to in fighting.

Just people whining about how much they hated Armin or Eren or even Mikasa.

People hated EMA and still do.

And then the Marley arc, where we focus on a bunch of bratty fucking kids. Who're all a bunch of genocidal assholes who are essentially worse versions of the original cast.

We barely get to see Eren and when we do, he acts totally different from the Eren we knew for no apparent reason.

It just got so horrible and boring and convoluted that I barely even talk about new chapters anymore.

And most people don't.

I mean people have theories on Tumblr and Reddit but god, are they fucking dull.

It's sad for me because if snk hadn't gone so downhill, maybe I'd feel something other than relief that it's ending soon.

Snk used to have the power to devastate me. I remember when bertholdt was saying that "not everything was a lie" as he tearfully called out to his former friends.

I actually felt genuine emotions over that. I got up and paced and thought woah this shit is crazy.

But by the time the anime rolled around, I didn't even blink.

I didn't care.

And now I don't really care.

I'm just glad it's over.

But it does hurt just a little to say that because there was this time in my life where snk did matter.

It had so much potential. I couldn't wait to see what would happen next. I would've killed to know the ending back then.

Now I've resigned myself to a terrible ending, but at least it'll be an ending.

An ending to something that really died years ago.

[sunson]

you were a dream last night

He is so, very gentle; but with a tongue so, very wicked. //Genderbent eremika. nsfw.

ao3

It starts like most of these things usually do; in the middle of the night. However, unlike most things, it starts off with the gossip of Hannah, finally having slept with Franz, and her going in great detail about the ordeal.

“And what else?” Mina Carolina tries to cajole out of her, her blush rising from her neck to her face. “Did it… hurt?”

Hannah shakes her head shyly, her own blush overtaking her as she places her hands on her face, as though it might stop the redness from engulfing her. “No… well, yes. It did, but only a little bit! Afterwards it was… it was so nice and perfect and,” Here she sighs, as if reliving the memory, which Eren undoubtedly expects that she is.

“What did it look like?” Sasha asks from her side. “I’ve heard that it looks like a slug.”

“Eh?!” Hannah exclaims, mortified by the suggestion. “No! No, it did – it did not look like a slug. It looked – well, it looked,” And here Hannah looks side to side, searching for the words to come to her. Suddenly, her shoulders slump into defeat. “I… I guess it kinda looked like a slug. But it was a pretty one.”

“A pretty slug?” Ymir cuts in, dryly. “Ugh, you know what, I don’t even want to know. I’ve had enough of this.” She turns onto her side, flipping over the covers onto her. “You guys should sleep too, unless you still want to hear Hannah talk about Franz’s slug – excuse me, pretty slug. We have an early day tomorrow.”

And the talk ends there, more out of mortification and embarrassment than anything else. Although it ends, Eren can’t help but keep thinking about it. She hasn’t seen one, per say, but it doesn’t mean that she isn’t curious. She recalls Hannah’s words in her mind; soft, velvety, hard, and full of life. Eren can’t quite imagine that to be so. Genitals are just… genitals. Eren knows of her own, and she isn’t blind to others. But that’s mostly because sometimes the girls would… touch themselves in the middle of the night when they would think no one was awake. But male genitals…

She’s on the cusp of sleep when she hears the rustling of blankets and a soft whisper.

“Sasha are you awake?” It’s Mina’s voice, Eren notices.

Another rustle and Eren hears Sasha whisper quietly back. “I’m awake, yeah?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Why not?”

“Because of… well, you know.”

“…Oh, that. Why is it bothering you?”

“I don’t know, I just,” Mina sighs in exasperation. “It’s making me feel weird.”

“Do you need me to put cotton in my ears?” Sasha asks hesitantly.

“What? No!” Mina almost shouts, but coughs afterwards. “I’m not feeling that weird. Just… I just want to talk about it a little more.”

“Okay, what do you wanna say?”

“Well,” And Eren can practically hear Mina blushing furiously. “I don’t know… which one of the boys do you think has a nice… penis?” Mina says the word so quickly that Eren would have lost it had she not been listening so intensely.

“Hmm… hard to say. Maybe Reiner? He’s very muscular. Or Betholdt? He’s tall, and well, apparently tall guys have… longer ones.”

“I agree, and you know that’s true actually. I’ve also heard that men with big hands have larger ones as well.”

“Well, who do you think has a nice one?”

“Um… maybe Mikasa?”

Eren almost chokes.

“… Or Marco. Who knows, not like I’d ever see either of theirs.” Mina says, almost sulkily.

And the conversation is distant in Eren’s ears. Of course, Eren isn’t blind to the attraction that Mikasa pulls to him. She’s heard enough about the girls in the dorms talking about him when they would think Eren wasn’t looking. They would talk about his face first, stating his exotic features that, for some reason, made Eren sick to hear. The first time she heard one of the girls’ comment on that, Eren almost yelled at her. As it was, she glared at her and shut the door extremely loud behind her. Everyone got the memo ever since then.

And then they would talk about his hair; saying how they had never seen that exact shade of black before, or how silky it seemed, and how it gleamed in the sunlight. She heard the crude remark from Hitch Dreyse, how Mikasa’s hair made her want to run her fingers through it as he rode her, just to see if it was as soft and silky as it looked. The implication almost made Eren throw up.

Of course, they would talk about his body as well. In the afternoon heat, during training, when jackets had been discarded to the side and sleeves were rolled up, it was impossible not to notice the fine lines of Mikasa’s muscles. His white, button-up shirt sticking to his skin, showing a set of abdominal muscles through it. Eren would notice, of course, but only because everyone else noticed. It didn’t help that Mikasa would never once remove his scarf, causing him to perspire even more, letting the sweat run from his skin almost sensually.

It’s… the first time she’s ever thought about Mikasa like that. Hell, it’s the first time Eren has allowed herself the indulgence of thinking about anyone like that. Of course, she notices attractiveness; it’s not as is she’s blind. But it’s just that… she’s never had the time to think about anyone like that. Always too consumed with thoughts of fighting and survival.

She recalls Hannah, before she bravely stated that tonight was the night she would sleep with Franz. When asked why, she blushed and stammered, saying that who knew if they were to die tomorrow? That she wanted to experience this, just in case anything happened to her or him. The speech had inspired some of the other girls, but Eren was not one of them at the time. She thought it silly that Hannah would want to waste her time doing something as frivolous as that. It didn’t make snese when she could be training instead. But to each their own, Eren had thought.

I am such a hypocrite, Eren thinks, screwing her eyes shut to make the mental picture of Mikasa shirtless vanish from her head.

Because, if Eren were telling the truth… then deep down, she also wants to experience the thing that Hannah did. She wants to be held by strong arms and have someone touch her in the most intimate way that she can think of. And now, those strong arms have a face. Midnight hair and inky black eyes; it’s Mikasa’s face that stares down at her, holding her thigh up in the air as his fingers work through her, thrusting in and out.

The last thing Eren sees before she succumbs to sleep, is the image of Mikasa zipping down his pants, pulling them down and revealing himself to her; bare and naked.

Come next day, and Eren cannot look at Mikasa. She avoids him during breakfast, throughout training, and even during cleaning duty. No doubt that he’s puzzled by this, but Eren can’t find it in her to look at him and not have last night’s thoughts written out on her face. Even Armin notices, and during dinner, asks her about it.

“Eren, are you mad at Mikasa?” He asks, taking a sip of his soup.

“What? No, what gave you that idea?” She says, vehemently.

“Well, mostly because you haven’t talked to him at all today.”

“I haven’t talked to anyone today.”

“Not true, you’re talking to me.”

“Armin!” Eren snaps, throwing her spoon down in her bowl out of frustration. She takes a breath and picks it up again. “I’m not in the mood today.”

He shrugs. “Alright, but just to let you know, Mikasa’s really upset. He thinks he’s done something wrong. You’re never this quiet you know.”

And Eren scoffs, turning her head to the side, thinking through the chatter and sounds of people eating in the dining hall. She’s about to turn to Armin, say that she’s sorry for snapping, until she sees someone’s crotch. To put it more accurately, she sees Mikasa’s crotch. She can’t pull her eyes away from it as it comes closer and closer to her, and if Eren can focus a little bit more, she can see the faint outline of his –

“Eren, are you okay?” Mikasa’s voice cuts in, laced with concern.

And she yelps, jumping in her seat and accidentally having her the top of her head hit Mikasa’s chin. “Ow,” She says, rubbing the top of her head just as Mikasa does with the underside of his chin.

“Eren – “Mikasa begins, setting aside his tray and moving his hand to her head in order to soothe her pain, but Eren slaps it away. The hurt on Mikasa’s face is enough to make her stomach churn with guilt.

“What’s wrong with you?” She says out loud, not sure if she’s speaking to herself or him. She stands up quickly from her seat, and walking away from the table, feeling the gazes of both Mikasa and Armin’s lingering on her back as she vanishes from their sight.

She walks outside, not caring if anyone were to see her and punish her. She sits on the stairs to of the entrance, her face in her hands as the moon shines her surrounding blue.

It’s quiet enough that Eren is able to think properly. She knows that she’s been an absolute bitch to Mikasa. Not just today, but almost every day. She doesn’t even know why she acts the way she does in regards to him. Perhaps it’s jealousy. Eren will fully admit that Mikasa’s natural over-powering strength has always been a place of envy for her. What Mikasa can do in a single movement, it takes Eren hours upon hours to try and do recreate it.

And it doesn’t help that she’s finding herself attracted to him. It’s all Mina and Sasha’s fault, what with their talk of the boys’ penises and whatnot. If not for their conversation, Eren wouldn’t be in this situation. Her life would be going on normally without having the intense desire of wondering what Mikasa would look like naked.

She sighs, the cold of the night making her wrap her arms around herself. She stays there, silent and quiet, until she hears footsteps approaching.

At first, she thinks it’s Shadis, or one of the other soldiers coming out to scold her. But suddenly, a blanket is thrown over her from behind, and she knows without having to look that it’s Mikasa.

“You shouldn’t be out here,” He says, taking a seat next to her. “You could get into trouble.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Eren says. It’s still between them two. As though time has stopped and there’s nothing but the beating of their hearts and the moon shining down at them. She sits up straight, an apology ready on her lips and then –

“I’m sorry,” She hears Mikasa say, his head looking down at the ground. “I… I don’t know what I did, but if you tell me, I’ll try not to do it ever again.”

And here Eren sighs, more out of frustration than anything else. “You didn’t do anything wrong Mikasa. I was just being a bitch to you for no reason.”

Eren sees Mikasa visibly cringe at the word she uses to describe herself. “It’s true,” She continues. “I was being a bitch and I don’t have any explanation for it. I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She pulls his hand into her lap, stroking the smooth skin in apology. These hands that have become a source of comfort to her over the years. Hands that have helped Eren through her worse. She thinks about Mikasa and suddenly, Eren realizes. She cannot ever live without him. This boy, this strange, quiet boy who still keeps the scarf she gave to him so long ago, who’s eyes search for her out of a sea of everyone else. This boy for whom she would die for. Whom she would protect, forever.

She starts first, resting her head onto his shoulder, taking in his scent as she does so. He nestles his head onto hers afterwards, his hand thrown over her shoulder, squeezing her to him even closer. They are both so close, the closest they have ever held each other. Her head moves from the crook of his shoulder to his chest, cheek sliding against the fabric of his shirt. She looks up at him, and if she tries hard enough, she can count each individual, long eyelash of his. Her gaze turns to his nose; she’s always had a sort of fascination with it. When they were both still young, Eren would take her finger up to his nose, pressing it softly as if it was a button, and Mikasa would smile when she’d say, ‘There, I turned you off Mikasa.’ She chuckles silently at the memory, and enacting the situation, she brings her finger up to his face, pressing softly at the tip of his nose. He scrunches up his eyebrows slightly at her, but as if remembering the memory, he smiles and brings the hand that Eren held in her lap to his face, fingers placing themselves on top of her own.

“I turned you off, Mikasa.” She whispers.

“Yeah,” He says, so close that she can feel his breath on her face. “You did.”

Her fingers start to move, from his nose to his cheek and then into his hair, and oh, Eren realizes. His hair really is satiny and soft, just like everyone expected it to be. It’s a shame that it’s so short. Had the strands been longer, Eren has no doubt that they would slip through her fingers like silk.

She sits up, abandoning the blanket, and the air has turned heavier in the past few moments. Mikasa, as though realizing the situation himself, sits up straight too, eyes wide with curiosity, and – Eren notices – hope.

She moves; slowly. She closes her eyes and tip her face, copying it the way her parents did. Her hand still in his hair, pulls at the fine strands, pulling him towards her, and abandoning all sense and fear, she leans in and she kisses him.

It leaves her wanting; the kiss. Her lips on his bring a fire to her stomach, one that Eren has never known. It makes her – gentle, dizzy. Makes her feel – loved. Mikasa lips are soft and sweet on hers and suddenly, Eren knows.

Mikasa is the only person that has ever made Eren like this. Teasing out emotions she never knew she had. Protection, jealousy, happiness… she has only ever wanted with him. He is the only one she has ever wanted to touch like this; the only one she wants to touch her.

She kisses him harder, to tell him this. Kisses him to let her know that she’s sorry, that she never wants him gone from her life. Mostly, she kisses him to let him feel the love she has for him. The love she wants him to know, and the one for him to keep in the pocket of his heart.

She knows what she has to do know; with him, it has never been more clear.

She pulls away slightly, and he looks at her with cheeks tinted pink and a gaze in his eyes that says to never have this end. She looks at him, and if she could, Eren would take him right here, right now. As it stands, however, she says, “We need to go somewhere else.”

And as if snapped backed to reality, Mikasa looks around. “Follow me,” He says, taking ahold of her hand. “I know a place.”

They walk to the back of the compound, to where the horses were usually kept. He ushers her into the shed, closing it slowly behind her. As he does so, Eren spreads out the blanket he gave to her onto the ground, hands pressing onto the creases, pushing them out. She lays down onto it, in a hopefully seductive manner; legs spread out and sitting up slightly for her chest to be on display. He turns to her as he locks the inside with a plank of wood, watching her with something akin to bewilderment; as if he’s in a dream.

He moves to her slowly, sinking down onto his knees as he approaches her. Their lips meet each other once again, but it’s different this time. The inside is burning, and Eren feels herself growing hot and aching for something. Their mouths part open, and Mikasa licks her lips in a downwards swipe, eventually entering it into her mouth. Their tongues stroke the other, just as their hands stroke their bodies. Eren feels the strong muscle of Mikasa’s arms, caressing them through the shirt that Eren wants gone.

His scarf still hangs snug around his neck, and with a carefulness she has never known before, begins to peel it away. Her hands shake as she does so, pulling herself away from the heated kiss; her forehead resting on his. She places the scarf gently to her side, letting it lay in a lumpy pile.

“That’s okay?” She whispers, looking for confirmation.

He smiles at her; a sweet, heartbreaking smile. It’s his rarest one; the one where his lips quirk up slightly, and his eyes crinkle and it’s like she’s looking at him for the first time. As if she’s looking at the boy who used to be there, the boy she didn’t get the chance to know. The boy who was… a boy.

“That’s okay.” He says to her. “With you, it’s always okay.”

She loves him still. She loves him everywhere, and every time. His eyes look like the night sky and she understands this; that she could not live without him.

She tries to calm her heart and tries to keep her fingers still as she undoes the buttons of his shirt; unfastening them one by one, as quickly as she can. He shrugs it off of him when she’s finished, and let’s her hands roam around his –

Oh. Eren realizes. Oh.

His abdominals are rock hard under her fingers, a fine set of eight or even more. Her own stomach is set ablaze and there is a quiet tension in her; a feeling that she is overcome.

It becomes his turn now, with his hands slipping up from underneath her shirt up to her chest. He stops, almost hesitant, but Eren urges him, rocking her body closer to his hands and he removes away the shirt from her, discarding it to the side. He parts from her mouth, leaning back to see her with the help of the faint moonlight that seeps through the open window.

She doesn’t wear a bra; Eren never has had the need to. She isn’t particularly well-endowed as compared to the other girls, but it saves her from the trouble of having to suffer in the confines of wires. Mikasa stares at her chest, and Eren feels herself growing shy. She turns away from his look, but then, he has his hands on her breast, encompassing them and feeling them through; stroking and massaging, pinching her nipple in between his fingers which leads out a soft gasp from Eren.

He brings his head down, level to her left breast, and kisses the areola. He then slowly takes her breast into his mouth, tongue lapping over the nipple. Days ago, when Eren had touched herself there to wash herself, she had felt nothing. There was no excitement, no heat, no overwhelming urge then. But she feels it now, and the feeling becomes tenfold when Mikasa stretches onto her, his hardness expectant through his pants.

She moans as he moves to her other breast; nipping and tugging at the teat. His mouth is hot on her chest, and Eren can’t help the sounds that escape from her throat. It doesn’t sound like her, she dully realizes. She has never sounded like this; needing and wanting. Another situation occurs, one that has only ever happened on the rarest of occasions. Eren can feel herself getting wet, and it gets to the point where she can’t take it anymore. She pushes Mikasa away from her breast as she tries to tug away her pants.

He notices; of course he does. He replaces her hands with his own, and frees her legs away from the trousers, hands ghosting over her underwear and she groans.

“Oh, Mikasa,” She says, not caring how much of a beggar she sounds. “Mikasa please,” She rocks her pelvis up to his hand.

It’s silent for a moment, and then a quiet, “Okay,” from Mikasa and he disappears.

It takes Eren a while to find out where he is. Once he is face to face with her Venus, his tongue is almost immediately on the fabric of her underwear, Eren swears that she almost sees stars. He kisses her core through her panties which are already drenched, buries his nose in a little, taking in her scent, and then, with one of his fingers, he discards her underwear and spreads her legs even further apart.

She is dizzy with emotion and almost yells in relief when Mikasa finally presses his tongue against her. She almost buckles and loses control, but she takes it back, trying her best to breathe as normally as she can.

“You’re perfect,” She hears Mikasa say. “You’re so perfect, Eren. You’re beautiful, especially like this.”

“Heh,” Eren says, almost coyly. “Really?”

“You taste,” and Mikasa takes one long lick, stretching up all the way to the bud that makes her go hazy. “You taste good.”

“Oh?” She says, fighting off the redness that threatens to engulf her.

“So, good,” and it’s as though he isn’t speaking to her. Lost in this world of his tongue on her pussy.

He does something different, and inserts his tongue into her, making little thrusts in and out of her as his hand makes it to her clit, rubbing the bud in slow circles. He doesn’t stop once and Eren has to grab a hold of his hair to keep her from losing herself. She doesn’t know what she says, all she knows is that it is Mikasa’s name on her lips, begging him to never stop, to allow her blissful release.

“Please, I’m so close,” she weeps. And then –

Her orgasm comes down onto her, rippling through her body in large waves. She pressing Mikasa faces to her pussy, riding out the effects until she is nothing left but a heaving mess. Her body still shakes afterwards, and she feels the after-effects as she stretches her legs; trying desperately to relive the pleasure.

She collapses down on the blanket, her breathing coming in short pants. Her hair is matted to her forehead, stuck by sweat and Mikasa moves to gently sweep them aside, caressing her cheek and leaving long, sweet kisses all over her face as she sighs.

“Love you,” He says, murmuring between kisses. “Love you, so, so much.”

“Yeah,” Eren says, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. “I love you too.”

The information given to her is not new, but the implication of it is. She never thought about love in its romantic concepts, but now her stomach flutters as she thinks about Mikasa and the love they both created today. The love that they have revealed to each other.

She caresses his arms, hand moving down to his thigh where his hardness is still present. She gently touches; encompassing his length through the barrier of his trousers, moving up and down very slowly.

“You don’t have to do that,” she hears him say, turning his gaze away from her shyly. “I’ll be fine. Being here with you… that’s enough for me. You’ve given me so much.”

“But I want to give you more,” she protests, mouth pressing against the hollow base of his throat. “This is what I want. I want you, Mikasa. You’re so beautiful and I want you.”

It’s changed, somehow. The atmosphere that had once been set a flame is now – tamer. Calm. She knows what she wants now, and it’s not just Mikasa’s body. It’s him. Him in all his glory, in all his shame.

“Okay,” He says, quietly. “Okay.”

She lets him push her down, laying on her back as she looks up to him, and she swears that for a moment, he was made of moonlight.

He’s unzipping his pants, and she notices how his hands tremble and shake. It gives her relief in a way. He is just as nervous as she is. She brings her foot up to his thigh, moving up and down his legs to provide him a comfort of some sort.

‘Don’t be nervous.’ She wants to say. ‘Don’t ever be nervous.’

He places his hand on her raised leg, stroking it in appreciation. Time doesn’t stop then, as much as she wishes for it to, and in a few moments his pants and his underwear are shoved away unremembered, and Eren comes face to face with his penis.

With the help of the moonlight that illuminates the dark room, she can see it completely clearly. It stands rigid and long, with the tip leaking out a bead of come, and Eren can only think of one thing.

‘Wow. That is a really pretty slug.’

He moves towards her, hovering just a few inches above, fingers grabbing her face delicately. She can feel him at her entrance, and she’s already wet, already aching. Her legs have draped themselves over the back of his thighs and her hands move from his neck to his back; feeling the strong, steady muscles that lay beneath the skin. They keep moving downwards, until the muscles turn soft – yet firm. His ass, Eren observes, is smooth and pert, and it is probably her favourite thing about him.

He enters into her with a groan that he tries to quiet down by mouthing at her shoulder. Eren gives a small gasp; the feeling is so unusual, so foreign to her, but it feels nice. Like she’s being filled, she remarks. She thinks about how the girls were so wrong in their theories; how Hannah must not have done it right because this, it doesn’t hurt. It’s the opposite really. She’s filled with Mikasa and Eren feels lovely.

“Am I hurting you?” He immediately asks, his expression turning to one of concern.

It takes a beat of silence for her to answer. “No,” She says, completely dazed down; so much so that she can’t be bothered about how her voice sounds. It sounds – dirty, like how a prostitute might sound. “Feels good.”

He takes her answer for what it is, and starts moving. It’s slow at first; as if he’s controlling himself, but they both make due during that time; tongues touching the other, his warm, skillful mouth on her breast. The heat rises again, and Eren is in awe of his movements, the ones that cause that friction in her that makes her so needy, so deprived.

His thrusts in her turn fast, and all she can think of is finally, finally, finally. She grabs onto his back, leaving welts and crescents on the skin, and mumbling out words she has never said. At least, not in this context.

“Mmhhm, perfect, perfect Mikasa, keep going like this. Just like that.” The sound of skin slapping skin; the obscenity that’s fresh in the air, she doesn’t care. Eren has never known how much she has wanted this, how good this feels. She wonders why she deprived herself of this for so long.

“Eren- “Mikasa bites out, head digging into the crook of her shoulder. “So warm… Eren… I’m so close. So close…”

“Fuck, Mikasa,” she throws her head back. “Fuck, come in me, come in me, come in me please!”

He makes a sound she has never heard before. A whimper, a little whine that escape from his mouth, and he starts going in hard. Harder than she expected; as hard as she ever wanted him to be.

She doesn’t know when her orgasm hits her until she feels her body rise, stretch and shake. Her internal wall clamping against Mikasa’s cock, taking a hold of everything in its way. She doesn’t know how loud she shouts; her ears deaf and without tune. All she knows is that she had said Mikasa’s name over and over again; a whisper of her lips, a kiss with tongue.

Somewhere in between, he comes too. She knows because she feels his seed inside of her, spreading to her core. He’s exceptionally beautiful when he comes; ruthless and uninhibited. She has never seen him like this. Cool, calm Mikasa, now a mess at her feet. She can’t talk about that though, there are many things that she has done tonight that have made her question herself. But alas, those are thoughts for another day.

They keep still like this for a long time. All that is left is them; the mingling of their breaths, the rise and fall of their chests.

“Eren,” Mikasa says, still a bit disoriented. “I love you.”

She smiles tenderly, her hands buried in the softness of his hair. “I love you more.” It’s a true statement, and it doesn’t make her feel afraid to say it out loud. She loves this weird, unusual boy. She’ll shout it to the world if she has to.

“Not possible.” he mumbles, picking up his head and rolling over to his side.

“Hey,” She says.

“Yeah?”

“You have a nice cock.”

“Eren!” He turns away from her, embarrassed.

“What? It’s true. By the way, where did you learn to do… all of this? Especially the thing with your mouth?”

He looks up at the ceiling, as if remembering something he’d rather forget. “Armin’s curiosity knows no boundaries.”

Eren scrunches up her nose; half weirded out and half shocked. “Thanks. I’m never going to be able to look at Armin in the eyes ever again.”

“You’re telling me,” he says, moving closer to her and resting his head right above her breast. “I think I went through a crisis when I found out.”

“Awh, poor Mikasa,” she laughs, breathlessly. “Well, better you than me.”

“Hmm, that’s true. Hey,”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want this to end.”

“It won’t,” she assures him, kissing the top of his head. “I’ll make sure it won’t.”

They both know that they aren’t talking about this moment. They’re talking about the moments to come in the future. The moments that will remain a constant in both their lives; something Eren will make sure of.

They lay in each other’s arms, legs tangled and fingers intertwined. They watch on silently as the blue hue of the room vanishes, replaced with the yellow beginnings of dawn. But in between that moment, where twilight began; she swears that he was made of moonlight.