#aot wedding

[quills-of-freedom]

Headcanons ~

Wedding day 💕🎻

| Eren - Reiner - Levi - Jean - Erwin - Armin - Connie |

The day had finally arrived. The union of two souls to be forever entwined within the gracious loving bond of matrimony.

Eren 💕

You couldn’t actually believe Eren had proposed. Although he was down on one knee in front of your very eyes, your mind just wasn’t accepting it. Folks andd onlookers watched with bated breath, awaiting your answer. He sure kept this surprise hidden well…

Of course, you said yes and he picked you up by your waist in a spin, colliding his lips to yours.

And now here he was, watching you walk down the aisle, a lump in his throat and his heart racing.

You looked gorgeous, like something from a fairy tale.

And of course, he looked as handsome as ever. His suit was smart and his hair was up in its usual bun.

Armin is his best man, of course; who is standing and beaming with pride.

Eren holds back his chokes and tears as he reads his vows;

“Y/N… From the first time I ever laid eyes on you, all those years ago, I knew you would be in my life forever. Back then, I didn’t think it would be as my wife, but God I am so glad it is. I’m sorry for my stubbornness and irrational behaviour when we were young. But despite that you still loved, and stood by me and for that I’ll be eternally grateful. I vow to always stand beside you, whatever the world throws at us. I vow to hold you when you need support. I vow to remember how you always had my back no matter what. And I vow to always love you, with my heart and soul, until the day I die and after.”

The room erupts in cheers and tears when you seal your kiss.

The reception is wild.

Everyone is drunk (except Levi) and dancing. Reiner and Connie are dancing like weirdos, Reiners blazer removed and at one point Connie is on his shoulders.

Sasha has too much to drink and is spewing in the bathroom.

Mikasa can’t stop crying with happiness and pride.

He carries you to your room afterwards where you spend all night sealing a special bond that will never be broken.

Reiner 💕

Reiner wanted to marry you from the get go. He’s a passionate man and when he loves, he loves.

So when he pops the question, boy does he go extra.

Reiner took you to a secluded spot for a picnic on a cliffside. After you’d had eaten and chilled for a while he tells you to stand back. This crazy mf then pulls out a dagger and leaps off the cliff, transforming into his Titan form.

You feel a little scared. Not because you think he’d hurt you but A) wtf is he doing and B) It feels weird seeing a shifter transform when you don’t have your gear.

He steps up onto the cliff and gets on one knee in his Titan form. He gets out with his ring in hand and kneels in front of the empty casing of the armoured titan.

“All this power, yet you can still bring me to my knees. Y/N, I love you. Will you marry me?”

Cheesy, but that’s Reiner for you.

He kisses you desperately and tears form in his eyes when you accept.

Now he has tears streaming down his face, holding in sobs as he sees you walking towards him in your dress. The odd uncontrolled cry does escape his lips when you get closer. He palms the tears away and smiles with the biggest grin when you reach him.

He pulls it together a little for his vows but he does take sharp intakes of breath.

“I never believed in love at first sight, until I met you. No matter what doubts I had back in Cadets, they were always surpassed by my feelings for you. And when you told me you loved me too, it was incomprehensible that I would turn you away, given the circumstances. Y/N… You still loved me when I left. You loved me at my worst. You picked me up from the gutter, dusted me off and rose me up again. I vow to always love you with my entire being. I vow to protect you against any ill will towards you. Back then, I couldn’t dedicate my heart to the cause. But I vow to dedicate my heart to you.”

If Bertolt isn't alive in your universe, Jean is his best man and either way, they’re both pulling a tight face to stop themselves crying.

He carries you out of the venue after you kiss, confetti and cheers all around.

The reception is just like Eren's. Absolutely wild. Dancing. Drinking. Laughter and tears.

That night you seal your soul bound contract with hours and hours of mind-blowing love making.

Levi 💕

Levi had been thinking of proposing for a long time. In fact you thought the day would never come. He likes to be totally sure and take things slow. So when he got on one knee at a fancy restaurant you were blown away.

The only time he’s ever shown PDA was when you said yes and he kissed you with such passion, the other diners applauding in celebration.

He doesn’t cry when he sees you in your dress, Erwin stood by him as his best man. But his eyes do glisten and a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Y/N… I know I’m not the best at verbalising my feelings but please know if anything that I am completely devoting myself to you. I will always love you. I will always take care of you and protect you. I will always support your desires in life and walk this earth with you. This, I swear.”

Hange is sobbing so loud when you kiss.

The reception for you wedding with Levi is a little more classy. There’s fine foods and ballroom dancing. Speeches are refined and dignified and throughout the entire thing Levi can not keep his eyes off you.

You guys break the bed when you make love that night.

Jean 💕

Jean was a nervous wreck when he proposed to you. The entire time he was fumbling with the ring box in his pocket, his hands dampening with sweat.

You knew something was amiss but when you asked he shrugged it off. You were both on a walk when he suddenly took your hand and got down on one knee.

He choked back tears when you said yes.

He’s crying at the alter though regardless of how hard he tries not to. He’s so damn proud of you it’s overwhelming as you gorgeously glide down towards him, Connie his best man if Marco isn’t alive in your universe.

He’s a blubbering mess when it comes to the vows finding it hard to vocalise himself properly.

“Y/N, you make me the happiest man there ever was. I am so proud to have you by my side and to now call you my wife. You’re my everything and more. You love me when I’m not being the smartest man, or the most patient. And for that I give you my all. I vow to treat you the way you deserve. I vow to never take you for granted. I vow to always protect you and hold you when life is wearing you down. I love you, y/n and (unintelligible) forever…”

Jean tries to have a more dignified reception but with friends like these… Pretty impossible.

But he wouldn’t change it for the world as he sits back and watches the people he loves the most, together and happy.

He cries again at your first dance.

You seal your marriage with the steamiest and most passionate love making known to man.

Erwin 💕

Like Levi, Erwin has a taste for the finer things and takes you out for a meal at a really fancy restaurant. He won’t propose there though.

Like Reiner, this man likes to be extra.

After dinner you take a stroll and end up outside of the scout regiment HQ in Trost. While you’re walking through the courtyard of the barracks, you’re surprised to see well dressed people emerge from inside buildings playing the violins.

You turn to Erwin to see him down on one knee with the ring.

The entire barracks erupt in applause when you say yes and he picks you up into a kiss.

Erwin doesn’t cry at the alter but seeing you softens his gaze and a warm smile spreads across his face, Levi beside him as best man.

“Y/N, I am the luckiest man alive to have you as my own, and I will cherish every fleeting moment. You love and accept me for who I am and stand by decisions I’ve made, even when I doubt myself. I swear to forever treat you as the queen you are, by my side, in our kingdom. I swear my heart will always be loyal to you and you alone. You are the beam that holds this chin up high, and I will always be yours.”

Like Levi’s reception, yours with Erwin is extremely refined.

Top class champagne, the finest foods and beautiful classics music.

Your first dance with him has everyone in awe as he twirls you with such skill, a talent not many knew he had.

You will not be able to walk for days after you make love that night, having pulled out all the stops for you.

Armin 💕

Armin had been planning your proposal for months.

He went super extra and planned it all out meticulously down to the tiniest detail. It was a whole day event. Clues, gifts, leading up to a scavenger hunt where he was awaiting nervously with the ring.

He actually couldn’t believe his ears when you said yes.

Armin cries at the alter. It’s less of a sob like Reiner and Jean, more like silent tears streaming down his face.

Of course, Eren is his best man.

“I didn’t think I would ever be standing here today, uttering these words. I didn’t think that I, of all people, would be marrying someone as perfect as you, Y/N. You bring so much joy to my life, so much laughter and love I could never write down in words how much you mean to me. I, Armin Arlert, vow to always remain by your side through thick and thin. I vow to take care of you if you get sick and to encourage and support you in all of your life’s endeavours. For now and forever, this I swear.”

The reception is more chilled than the others. Laid back and easy going. No one gets too hammered but it’s still just an amazing night with your loved ones.

Your first dance is so sweet, his eyes are closed with a warm smile the entire time as he holds you close and sways to the music.

If you thought Armin was a dark horse before, you ain’t seen nothing til the wedding night.

Yes. He broke the bed.

Connie 💕

God bless his pure soul because Connie tried so hard to make it perfect. He managed to pull it off by some miracle, despite the snowballing nerves that consumed him.

He took you out to dinner and bought you your favourite flowers. The words “Will you marry me?” Were spread out on the table when you returned from the restroom, by petals.

He cried when you said yes.

And he is a sobbing mess at the alter. Jean is his best man, elbowing him and hissing to pull himself together.

But he just can’t believe how lucky he is to have you as a wife.

“Y/N, you can’t believe how happy you make me. Every stupid thing I’ve done, every dumb thing that comes out of my mouth and you’re still there, loving me. I can’t begin to explain how much that means to me. How much you mean to me. I promise I will always treat you like it’s our first date. I’ll forever hold your hand when you need me to. And I promise I’ll write down important dates so I never forget and swear I will not disappoint you, my love.”

The wildest wedding party known to man.

Everyone is off their face drunk. Wild dancing. Food fights. Galore.

There was even arm wrestling at one point.

He can not get over that he has you. This sweet man is quite possibly the happiest man on earth.

You guys didn’t just break the bed that night. The chair, the ottoman and somehow the f'ing wardrobe???

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed. I am the friendliest person ever so don’t be shy to drop me a request or ask.

[halfrican-heat]

ALL MINE (Ony)

"You come here, I'll knock your pussy out the damn frame. Remember the last time I made you miss your damn plane? Remember the last time I wet you down with champagne?"

A/N: Hey! I'm down bad for this man rn, lol. I've got lots of ideas for him though, so yay! Happy reading :) Inspired by @lingeriae and this post! Requests are open, too! Get at your girl.

Warning(s): Explicit Sexual Content; Penetrative Sex (p in v), Oral Sex (F receiving), Cursing, Public Sex (Outdoors), Cervix kissing, Wedding details, N Word Used, Black reader in mind, AAVE/Dialogue with Dialect, Dominant!Ony (when tf is he not in my mind), Depiction of marijuana usage, Depictions of alcohol consumption, Mild Dubious Consent; Beta'd by my besties <3

Pairing: Ony x Wedding Planner!Reader

Song Inspo: All Mine - Brent Faiyaz

His eyes drilled into the side of your head, trailing the curves of your body.

As maid of honor, your dress was a little different from the other bridesmaids. Make no mistake, your girls looked good with a t on the end. You made sure of that, but you all agreed upon something more…tailored for the lady making the most moves. So, your dress was designed to your tastes and fit you like a glove. It accentuated all your assets and Onyankopon was taking stock. 

The two of you had only fucked once but there was this heightened tension ever since.

During the entire wedding process, Ony had been a pain in your ass. Because he was the best man, the two of you had to collaborate on many of the joint events-- like the Engagement Party and Bridal Party mixers. He was a terrible flirt and spent most of his time trying to get in your pants. Then, if it wasn’t you, he was flirting with any lady he could. And they would swoon just as soon as Ony flashed that handsome, megawatt smile of his. 

But for some reason, Ony liked the challenge you posed. The way you were resistant to his charms. Unfortunately for you, Ony was interested in you. He liked you.

You dealt with his bullshit for a good while, putting in a valiant effort because you were doing your best friend and fellow soror, Kendra, a favor. Y’all went back to diapers and stuck together through everything. You were a celebrity event coordinator, specializing in weddings, so you were doing double duty by being her maid of honor and planning the entire wedding. But shit hit the fan between you and Ony the night of the final Bridal Party mixer. The two of you got into a huge blowout fight that ended with your cute little cocktail dress torn and strewn about the floor of Ony’s hotel room, his tongue licking champagne from places it shouldn’t have been. 

“You doing so good, ma.” He had whispered, fucking you into his sheets. 

You ended up missing your damn plane the next morning. Needless to say, he moved up on your list of people you wouldn’t mind spending time with. But he quickly moved back down the list after he ghosted you the next day. During the rehearsal dinner, you found him talking up some girl in the hotel lounge. He made eye contact with you as he flirted with her, looking away to give her his full attention. 

So, you kept it cordial and cute after that. You acted like it didn’t bother you. Did he have amazing, life-changing dick that made you want to murder him and the bitch from the hotel lounge? Yes, yes he did. But were you a classy, sophisticated bitch who successfully planned a destination wedding while being the maid of honor and dealing with Ony’s shiesty ass? Yes, yes the fuck you were. 

And no nigga was gonna make you second guess that shit. 

The “Lounge Incident”, as your friends lovingly dubbed it, had happened a week ago. Fast forward to the present and there you were, watching your best friend dance and act a fool with the love of her life. You were happy for her, of course, but it did make you feel a little wistful.

The wedding ceremony wrapped up two hours prior and you found yourself nursing a glass of champagne at the reception. You were pretending to be unfazed by the looks Ony was sending you from across the room. You stole a glance at him when you felt like he wasn’t watching you and…dear Lord. 

His white dress shirt was tucked into his green slacks, suit jacket long forgotten, with a few of the top buttons opened. His gold chain shined at you, almost winking, as it matched the gold Rollie on his wrist. He flashed a smile to one of his homeboys and you felt your knees wobble a little. You looked away quickly and crossed the room to find your girls. They were standing around one of the reception tables talking.

“Aht, don’t bring that energy over here, ma’am!” Your friend, Chelsea, said. “That man look like he ‘bout to jump your ass.”

“Please tell me y’all not about to fuck at this wedding,” Liyah groaned.

Your girls laughed loudly and you hid a smile behind your champagne glass as you took a sip. You risked a glance back at Ony, finding his gaze already on you. He didn’t care to hide the fact he was staring at you, not even giving the young lady in front of him a glance as she spoke to him. You whipped around, clearing your throat. 

“Bye, girl. It ain’t even like that.”

The table went quiet, all the girls looking over your shoulder. A shit-eating grin spread across Chelsea’s face as she raised her hand, waving playfully. 

“Hey, Ony.”

Your eyes widened as his chest pressed against your back, his warmth surrounding you. You tried to pretend to be unbothered as your friends gawked with wide eyes and smirks. 

“Hey, ladies.”

The smile was evident in his voice, sending chills down your spine. But you took a sip of your champagne with a neutral face, not acknowledging him. In truth, you didn’t need to. He leaned down so that his mouth was close to your ear, hands braced on the table as he trapped you against his chest. His chain brushed your neck, not helping the goosebumps erupting all over your skin. His words, low so only you could hear them, didn’t help either. 

“Say bye to your lil friends so I can eat your pussy.”

He paused as you turned your head slightly, your faces close to touching. 

“And stop playing with me.”

His eyebrow arched at you as he pulled back, taking a sip from his whiskey glass. He addressed your friends again, setting the glass down. 

“Ladies,” He said with a charming smile. 

With that, he left you standing there as you slowly looked back to your friends who gaped back at you. 

“Bye.” You said finally, scurrying from the reception hall as fast as your legs would carry you.

You found Ony outside the building, perched against the wall. A blunt hung from his lips as he gazed at you sidelong. You approached slowly, hips swaying with each step. His eyes never left yours as he sparked up and inhaled, exhaling the smoke slowly. You felt dizzy with need but you weren’t down that bad. Not yet. 

You took the blunt as he passed it to you. You let the smoke soothe you before you exhaled. You took a few more pulls before passing it back to him. 

“Take your panties off,” He said finally, after a long draw. 

You tutted, crossing your arms. 

“You just gon’ act like you ain’t ghost me, Ony?”

“I was wrong for that. But I'm here now, ain't it?” He said casually. 

You rolled your eyes, turning to go back inside. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him, his lips pressing firmly against yours. His mouth teased yours, opening it as smoke billowed between the two of you. His arm slid down to your waist as you exhaled the smoke he gave you. 

He took another pull, exhaling, before he looked back down at you. 

“I told you stop playing with me.”

“Maybe I'm done with you," You bluffed. "Maybe I got me another nigga to fuck on now.”

Ony scoffed, tucking the rest of his blunt away for later.

“Aight, that’s enough of that shit,” He mumbled, grabbing your hand as he pulled you to the side of the building. 

It was a more hidden spot, behind large bushes that wrapped around the front of the building and off to the side. From there, you could see guests entering and exiting but they couldn’t see you unless they were looking hard enough. Your eyes widened as he kneeled in front of you and shoved your dress up your legs. You swatted at his hands, panicking as your eyes darted around. Ony stilled, his gaze hard as he grabbed your hands and looked up at you.

“Don’t piss me off.”

Now, you were down bad. 

You took a shaky breath as he released your hands, going back to bunching up your dress. 

“Hold that,” He said, tossing your leg over his shoulder. 

You did as he asked, taking the garment in your hands. Your body flushed with heat as he shamelessly nuzzled his nose against your soaked core, smelling your needy scent. He kissed your clothed core and pushed your panties aside, holding them in one hand as he slipped a finger into your dripping cunt. He moved the digit in and out, brushing against that soft spot inside you. 

“Oh, fuck,” You whined, your head falling against the wall. 

“Yeah, say that shit you was sayin’ now,” Ony taunted, sliding another digit inside. “This pussy all mine.”

You panted, bracing yourself with a hand on his shoulder, as you forced out your next question.

“What about that bitch from the lounge, Ony?”

“I was gonna try what she was offering, but she wasn’t you,” He said easily, his eyes glued to his fingers moving in and out of you. “Damn, ma. You sucking that shit in.”

“Ony,” You whimpered. “I don’t want to play no games with you--”

“I’m not. That shit not an offer to me when you’re around,” He said firmly. “Now, you gon’ keep complainin’ or you gonna let daddy eat his pussy?”

“Ony--”

Any rebuttal you had became a wanton moan as he didn’t wait for a response, his mouth descending on your clit as his fingers continued to move inside you. You covered your mouth with your hand, trying in vain to stifle the sounds of pleasure he was snatching from you. He pulled his fingers from you gently, spreading your sopping pussy wider as he fucked his tongue in and out of you. 

He ate you out messily, drinking up your juices like sweet nectar. The slurping noises were lewd as he sucked on your clit, teasing it with his tongue before dipping it back into your weeping hole. His performance was drawing pathetic whines from your throat as you tried to keep the two of you from getting caught. Heat pooled in your belly as his mouth on your core drove you toward a heated finish. 

Then, he stopped completely. You let out a confused moan as the pleasure waned, your orgasm evading you. The confusion didn’t last long, however, as you heard his belt coming undone. He pulled himself from his pants as he tore your panties. He hiked your leg around his waist and slid home without warning.

“Hold on to me,” He grunted, his other hand supporting your back.

You wrapped your arms around him, your head resting on his shoulder as he thrust into you. His pace was rough and deep, fucking you like he owned you. Maybe he did. Maybe you wanted him to. You muffled a scream into his shoulder as his length kissed your cervix, unrelenting as the drag of his cock against your tight walls sent you into oblivion.

“Fuck, baby,” He groaned. “You so tight f’me. Takin’ me so good.”

You choked back a sob as his tip brushed that soft spongy spot, bringing back the pool of pleasure from before. Ony noticed your reaction, angling his hips to hit it over and over again. Your whimpers and moans were his own private mixtape as you keened and cried in his ear. He stretched you so good, the feeling of being this full something new and foreign to you. Ony was a bad habit, and he was making sure you wouldn’t be able to kick him any time soon.

That pool of pleasure warmed further with each snap of his hips into yours. Your quiet, open-mouthed cries built in intensity as the temperature inside you began to rise, swirling like a tsunami. You felt yourself teetering on that delicate edge and so could Ony. He picked up the pace. 

“You gonna cum on your dick?” He taunted, egging you on. “You gon’ show me who this dick belong to?”

Your climax crashed over you as you slapped a hand to your mouth, muffling the sob that broke free. He fucked you through your orgasm, prolonging it as your body seized around him. He could barely pull out, opting for shallow thrusts as you came down from your high.

You sagged against the wall, trying to catch your breath as Ony pulled out. He fixed your dress and smoothed it down around the hips. He tucked himself back into his pants and dug his wallet from his pocket, fishing out his room key. 

He flashed it in front of your dazed face before placing it in your hand. He pulled you off the wall, making sure you looked good before nudging you in the direction of the front doors. 

“Go to my room. Third floor, 303. I’ll be there in a minute.”

You looked down at the key card in your hand then back to him. He sparked up his blunt again, blowing out smoke as he smacked your ass. 

“Go ‘head, ma. I’m coming.”

You jumped slightly from the impact and found your feet moving you out of the bushes. You stumbled back into the hotel lobby, walking on wobbly legs to the elevators with his room key clutched in your hand. Your girl, Chelsea, was coming from the restrooms as the two of you made eye-contact. She smirked, her eyes trailing over you. She subtly adjusted the top of her dress, nodding at you.

You took the hint, fixing yours. 

She went back into the reception hall without a word as you fumbled to press the elevator button. 

Your night was not over yet.

[twilovesshuake]

Aot Characters: *How they would respond after hearing Y/n say "Will you marry me?"*

Eren [Season 1 to 3]: Hell yeah, I will!

Eren [Season 4]: Does it even matter anymore?. Everything's meaningless in our lives now.

Armin: You complete me. Yes!

Mikasa: Yes, I’ll marry you.

Jean: I wood say yes to you anytime.

Sasha: Yes!. Oh and I want all the food in our wedding.

Connie: Yeah, but will you marry me?

Hange: I do! Wait...I mean, yes!

Levi: Tch, will I marry you? How about you marry me instead?

Erwin: Yes. I’ll be yours eternally.

[happybird16]

Would you say I do?

[haedraulics]

hello! the eruri wedding zine that marcie and i organized in 2021 is finally being reprinted for a limited time only! all the proceeds for this sale will go towards Medical Aid for Palestinians, so if you couldn't grab your copy before, please take your chance now, since this is probably the only time i'll be reprinting it!! 🙏💕

[imjustsomebodyelse]

"i never though we'd ever have a chance for this..."

two years ago? something tragic that supposedly happened no idea what you're talking about, here's a drawing of porco galliard with an eyepatch marrying pieck finger.

[heartsforjosephquinn]

Armin arlert spoiling your guys kitten ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

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• he definitely goes out of his way to buy your kitten jewelry(like the pic) just cuz

•on your guys wedding he definitely put the jewelry on your kitten (idk why but I can imagine this😭🫶🏼)

•kisses for you two!!! Always kissing your cheeks and then your kittys head!

��buys the cats food/needs willingly and also buys it unnecessary thing😭

•he baby’s that kitten so much it’s practically your guys baby.

“Wdym if we’ll have kids in the future we already can one?”

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You and armin are at you after party of your wedding

“Angel! Look look!!”

Armin lifts his arm and shows you your black kitten with jewelry around her neck in your wedding colors to match

Your bright Pricilla!”

You say laughing at the sight of you very excited husbands face proudly showing off your kitten Pricilla

“Where was she the whole time?!”

“Oh she was with mikasa and eren, I wanted Pricilla to see the wedding too🙄, so I told mikasa to hold on to her”

What an idiot, I love him😝

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“Hi hun!”

Armin says happyily seeing your face and you notice Pricilla in his lap playing with his fingers!

“Hii Minnie”

You take the seat next to him on your guys living room couch and now you and him are messing around with your kitten, you look up from the cat and noticed armin looking at you with big eyes admiring you.

“You know.. I love you both so much” he leans in and kisses you sweetly then shortly pulling away and looking into your eyes leaving you two blushing at each other.

“MY TWO BEAUTIFUL GIRLS” he pecks your cheek and kisses your kittens forehead

I love this man so much😊🙏

(For some reason a royalty ass looking cat like that in the pic feels like the name should be Pricilla😭)

(Also this is my first time writing so pls yk it’s obviously not the best…😔 so let me know what I can do to make this better/improve it, thanks!)

[natsuki208]

Marco: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Jean: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Marco: ...

Marco: You mean ring bearER, right?

Jean: ...

Marco: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a vicious wild animal to our wedding.

[this-is-krikkit]

levi: when i first met you, i thought you were so annoying hange: hange: and??? levi: and you are.

[imthepointe]

a very aruani wedding 🐚 🌊 💙

and yes— annie’s wedding dress is blue :) and i based it off of this dress here. (under the cut is a very long winded headcanon about the dress picking process)

personally, i think that annie isn’t really one to care about traditions surrounding weddings or anything; for her, she’s just happy to be alive, and she’s really getting married to armin for a display or stunt if anything. she’d be perfectly happy to spend the rest of her life with him unmarried, as long as he never leaves her or vice versa. but armin suggests getting married, and she agrees, because she loves him so much so sure? why not get married.

the months leading up to the wedding she’s really not feeling it, though. again, she wasn’t too much into the idea of a wedding because she would find them to be weird and traditional. and the whole “wearing a white dress for purity” or whatever— she thinks that’s complete bullshit. she’s not a dress girl, anyways, and she and armin have absolutely…explored each others bodies before their wedding, so annie really isn’t into the idea of a fancy white dress— or a fancy dress at all, for that matter.

when pieck takes her dress shopping, annie finds herself sicker and sicker at the thought of being wrapped up tightly in an uncomfortable white dress that she’ll absolutely trip over. it’s been 2 hours of looking at dresses and trying them on and annie has hated every single one— until they’re walking in a downtown city in some country (wherever they are, it doesn’t matter) and a beautiful blue dress in a shop’s window catches annie’s eye. she cannot help but stare— it’s a beautiful dress. but she resigns herself to moving on because, well, a.) it wasn’t white, and wedding dresses are white, and b.) it was probably meant for a debutante or some other teenage girl, not a woman about to marry her fiancé. but pieck catches her staring and oh my god it’s the first time annie has ever looked at a dress like that!! so of course she takes her hand and pulls her into the shop to try the dress on. and annie does, reluctantly because she doesn’t want to have her heart captured by this dress and inevitably compare every other one to it and be disappointed, but once she has the dress on she feels gorgeous.

annie has never felt so pretty before. she’d always been treated like a warrior, but in this blue dress that gently flowed to the floor and hugged her in all the right places without being too tight, she felt like a woman. it wasn’t too feminine, but just enough to make her feel giddy and she can’t stop smiling and staring at herself in the mirror in this gorgeous light blue gown. it matches the color of her eyes, and she looks truly like a diamond or sapphire or some other gem. but she tells pieck she can’t have this dress because it’s blue and wedding dresses are white. but oh my god, pieck is so excited and she might be shedding a tear or two, and is like “annie!! who cares if it’s blue!!”

annie’s all confused bc that’s, like, the whole point of a wedding dress, but pieck goes on a rant along the lines of “you could wear a trash bag to your wedding and armin would think you’re the most beautiful person in the world,” and “who really cares about that stupid tradition, it’s kinda sexist anyways,” and “it’s your wedding, wear whatever the hell will make you feel like the best version of yourself because this is one of the most important and beautiful days of your life.” most importantly, annie looks so happy in this dress, and pieck relishes that feeling.

so annie gets the blue dress, white wedding dress be damned. and she feels beautiful. she is beautiful, radiant, and all the adjectives. jean and pieck conspire to get armin a matching blue tie (without spoiling the surprise of annie’s dress).

and come wedding day? yeah… armin does think that annie is the most beautiful person in the world, because she is. and now she’s his wife.

[menonomenome]

６月の花嫁

和装の婚礼衣装である白無垢姿のミカサさん

[forevery0urs]

imagine wedding cake test with eren!!

“Babe why couldnt you just pick your favorite flavor?” Eren asks as he open the door for you.

“Cause WE need to choose a flavor we’re both going to agree on,Mister.” You poke his chest,walking inside the cake shop. You lift your sunglasses up into your hair,letting your eyes adjust to the lighting.

You walk up to the counter and talk with the worker while Eren looks around.

He looks at the little cake figures. He looks at each and every one of them,not noticing that you’re talking to him.

“Eren” You snap really loud in his face. He stops staring at them,finally looking at you. “oh shit sorry”

You extend out your hand,letting Eren grab it. You follow the worker to the back of the cake store and walk into this fancy restaurant place.

“Are we tasting cake or eating at an expensive restaurant?” Eren whisper in your ear. “It’s just the way they make their clients taste the cake” You whisper back.

You sit down at this round table and Eren sits next to you. “Are you nervous?” He looks at you. “For what,mama?” You just shake your head

“Doing wedding stuff doesn’t make you nervous?” He just sits and thinks for a little. “Yeah but i’ll be even more nervous on the actual day” You smile.

“You’re not gonna run out on me,are you?” You grab him by his jaw. “Of course not,baby.” He chuckles. You pull him in and kiss him.

He smiles,placing one hand on the chair and another on your waist. You place a few more kisses before letting go of his jaw and pulling away.

He blushes like crazy.He places his head between your shoulder and neck,gently placing light kisses on the skin.

“Thank you so much” He hears you speak, lifting up his head and seeing all the different cakes on the table labeled with their flavors.

“Which one do you want to try first?” You ask him,placing your bag in between you and Eren’s chair.

“Ummm we can do this one.” He says as he grabs the red velvet cake. He grabs a spoonful and feeds you it.

He notices how your face lights up by the taste but also how you scrunch your face a bit because it’s too sweet.

“The cake part was amazing pero the frosting was too sweet” He was right. He loves you so much that he can tell what you like and what you don’t like.

He sees you write down things on a little paper they gave you and he takes a bite out of the cake.

“What do you think,mi vida?” You ask him as you place the pen down. “I think that it taste good but i wouldn’t want it as our cake.” He says as he pushes the cake to the side.

“Okay next flavor. Umm i’ll do this one” You grab the Chocolate one. He lets you try it first.

“It’s super sweet” You scrunch up your face a bit,feeding Eren a piece. “Yeah.I’ll be too hyper.”

You smile. “Imagine how hyper the kids would be”

He looks at you “Mama, there’s gonna be no kids at the wedding cause everyone is gonna be stupid drunk” He says as he grabs the next flavor

“Oh shit, you’re right. Maybe we should get a alcohol infused cake!” You say excitedly,jumping up and down a little.

He laughs, kissing your cheek.

___________

“So definitely not pumpkin spice.” He gags a little, putting the last flavor aside. You laugh.

“So it’s in between, vanilla and red velvet.” You write down whatever you’re writing down and Eren tries the red velvet again.

“Hey baby what if we just ask for a less sweeter frosting for red velvet?” Eren suggest.

“We could do that cause i think vanilla is too boring” You look up at him. “So red velvet?” He asks

“yeah because for me it seems like a good flavor for a wedding.” You say as you push your hair behind your ear before writing down red velvet as your choice.

He stares and admires your beauty,wondering how he got the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Okay let’s go.” You grab your purse and get up,grabbing the paper too.

He gets up and follows you. He waits for you to give the paper for the worker.

“So we just have to ask how specifically you want your cake to look like…” He zones off from whatever the worker was telling you and stares at you.

“Do you want to do 3 tier or 4?” You ask him, turning around. “We can do whatever you think is enough for everyone”

“Yeah we’ll do 4 tier because it’s a of people” You tell the worker. She then asks you how you want the cake to look like and you show her the inspiration pic.

“Okay then your total will come out to… $2,521. You can leave a deposit of $500.” The worker tells you.

You look back at Eren because it’s a lot of money but he’s already pulling out his wallet to pay in full.

“I’ll just pay in full since i’m carrying the cash around anyways.” He hands the money to the worker.

“Eren es mucho dinero” You whisper to him. “Baby i want us to have our dream wedding,price doesn’t matter to me.” He whispers back, hugging you from behind.

The worker gives you the change and tells you to have a good day.

Eren let’s go and you open the door,putting on your sun glasses.

“Hey baby.what if instead of us being the wedding topper, it can just be you since most of the attention is gonna be on you” He wraps his around around you,kissing the top of your head.

“Ahaha very funny,Eren” “I’m not joking”

[syoish-aot]

"Why are you so hot for Eren Jaeger?"

Man literally killed 80% of the world to protect the people he loved, okay????

I'M NOT SAYING IT WAS RIGHT! It was very wrong, you're a naughty boy Eren. BUT WHAT I AM SAYING IS THAT MAN'S GOT SOME

DEDICATION

and to me, personally? i very much enjoy a man that can be dedicated like that

couldn't find that in 2024, I'll tell you that much

[mrshigurumasshop]

Wedding Plans | L. Ackerman ~ your fiancé has been dismissing you and your wedding plans when he comes home from work

➤ ft: levi ackerman x f!reader

➤ content warning: hurt/comfort, levi says mean words out of anger - the man is just tired, a bit suggestive towards the end but like (??), also this isn’t completely proofread because I did this in one sitting

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You needed to go over a few things with Levi about your up-coming wedding. It was only a few months away and the stress was finally catching up to you.

Your chosen venue was currently on hold for your wedding but other couples are just trying to buy their way with higher offers to claim your spot. Your florist also said that she miscalculated the dates and ended up having to attend a different event the same day as the wedding. So now you’re dressed about flowers… Freaking flowers but it was you second favorite thing to pick out other than the flavor and design of your wedding cake so you didn’t let it get to you.

The one thing that got to you was your soon-to-be-husband not being there beside you during your wedding planning. The past two months he’s been getting his ass beat - mentally - at his job.

Being the best lawyer in Paradise Island had its pros and cons. Con being that he was busy. Busy with cases. Busy with helping the new interns with their cases. Having to be present in nearly every meeting because he’s on top was getting to him.

So he’s been coming home rather annoyed - well more than usual. You usually just give him a kiss with a ‘welcome home’ then give him his space. After showering and settling in, he’d start calming down and talking to you but today was not that.

He lost a case he new that was doomed but he still bothered to take the chance which was on him. Then his pack of problem children that are called interns were causing loud and petty arguments 24/7 that just had to be his problem for some reason so he was scolding them all day. Then the cherry on top, the opposing law firm - Marley Law Firm - had been trying lure one of the interns to their team as a permanent position so he’s trying to keep one of his strongest - one that he wouldn’t admit - interns on his team. He could practically feel the wrinkles forming between his eyebrows having to carry such a disdainful look all day. He couldn’t wait to get home and relax.

But you needed his opinion.

You had asked him to join you in the kitchen to look over wedding details and vented to him about your dress not going the way you wanted but it didn’t feel like he was paying attention considering the fact that he kept sighing rather loudly.

“Babe? Are you listening?” you asked with a soft smile.

“I am but listen darling, I’m tired and I just need a shower,” he sighed as he rubbed his temples.

“I understand but we need to make a real quick decision about the flowers. The florist needs an answer by tomorrow morning if we want to stay on schedule,” you smiled hoping it would coax him into staying a bit longer.

“Darling, please,” he said in a more stern tone, “I’m not in the mood for this.”

You gulped nervously and shifted the papers with pictures of potential flower arrangements. “You just need to pick one that you like-,”

“I don’t fucking feel like it, Y/n!” he raised his voice, “Jesus, you ambush me with this useless shit like it’s gonna make a difference in our marriage. I don’t care about the flowers right now and who cares was your dress is supposed to look like!”

Taken back by his words, you held you breath with a tight lip. He doesn’t care? He doesn’t care about your wedding? He doesn’t care about the dress that your wanting to wear for not only yourself but for him too?

“Levi-,” you began but you were interrupted by his groaning.

“Just leave me alone and deal with it on your own,” he said and walked away from you into your shared bedroom then closed the door after.

You stood in the kitchen with air as thick as the pain in your chest is. ‘Deal with it on your own’ he said but now? Now you don’t want to deal with it all. Not with your fiancé showing no emotion or devotion in making this wedding happen.

Was it because of you? It had to be, right? He’s been coming home to you rather annoyed at everything and everyone lately. He hasn’t shown any interest in your wedding or you at all the last couple of months.

He didn’t care what your dress looked like either. That hurt the most. It’s supposed to be the outfit where you look the most beautiful in, in your life. The dress that you’re supposed to feel more beautiful but it’s not fitting you. Maybe that’s what it is?

You’ve gained a small bit of weight but nothing too drastic. You didn’t think your wedding dress would feel tighter than the last time you tried it on so maybe he got tired of you complaining that it’s not fitting. Maybe he didn’t like that you gained weight and having to deal with the repercussions of it.

Yeah…that’s what is was…

You sniffled and wiped away your tears before collecting the near mountains of paper from the island table and putting it away in the wedding binder. Your tears still wouldn’t stop though. You silently sobbed as you put everything that you’ve been working on today into a drawer dedicated for your wedding plans.

While you were putting everything away, Levi was unbothered by what happened when it actually didn’t settle in his tired mind what he said to you. He continued his usual routine like nothing happened. After showering and getting dressed in his white t-shirt and black sweatpants, he left the room finally getting rid of the weight on his shoulders and couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around you that was until he didn’t find you in the living room or kitchen.

“Y/n?” he called you but no answer.

He was about to call you again till he heard your soft voice coming from one of the spare bathrooms in the house. He walked towards the closed door and was about to knock till he heard your sniffling. He froze immediately hearing your muffled sobs.

“He said he didn’t care, mom,” you whispered to her as you tried to hold in your hiccups. You were close to hyperventilating because you were crying so hard. “He told me to deal with it on my own but I have… He hasn’t been with me for months,” you continued to cry.

Boy, did it hit him like a fucking truck. His words from earlier finally came back to him as he internally kicks himself in the face for taking his anger out on you. Of course he cares about the wedding. He gets even more excited about it when you both would over over the details before he completely disregarded you. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to see you in your chosen dress because he knew he’d cry like a fucking baby once you walk down the aisle.

He’s always cared but work as gotten to his head. Casting a shadow over you, his fiancé, and the wedding he plans on having once and with only you. You’re it for him and have always been the second you passed him his coffee five years ago. He was going to make amends with you and by doing that he was going to take time off of work.

He quickly left the hallway where the bathroom that you hid in resided to go into his office to call him Erwin his boss to let him know. He had sick and vacation days stacked on top of each other so he was gonna take a couple weeks off.

“What do I do, mom?” you asked her as you wiped away your tears for the millionth time.

“Talk to him, lovebug,” you mom comforted you, “You guys have been together for so long-,”

“But he wants nothing to do with the wedding,” you interrupted her, “What…what if he doesn’t want to get married anymore?” your lip quivered at the thought as you tried to catch your breath.

“Y/n, if you think he feels that way then talk to him,” she repeated, “If he’s not ready to talk then maybe you both need space. Come home for a bit if things lead up to that, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered and nodded, “I’ll text you later. Bye.”

“Bye, sweetheart,” she said before hanging up. You took a deep breathe before rolling up an excessive amount of toilet paper to dry away your tears that simply wouldn’t go the fuck away.

After gathering yourself together the best you could you quietly opened the bathroom door to head to the kitchen to make some tea. Hopefully that could calm you down a bit so you could talk to Levi with no problem. But you weren’t ready to see him in the kitchen already making tea for both of you.

You froze and swallowed you nerves as you and him locked eyes with one another. Again, Levi internally kicks himself in the face and now his stomach seeing how swollen your eyes have gotten.

“Darling,” he said softly and that broke the dam of tears again. He didn’t hesitate to wraps his arms around you with guilt forming in his chest. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, my love,” he said whispered to you before kissing your forehead.

“Do you really not care?” you cried into his chest.

“I care,” he was quick to say as he tightened his hold on you, “I care so much, my darling. Work has been hard on me and I never should’ve taken out my frustrations on you or our wedding.”

You sniffled as you buried your cheek further into his chest. “Do you still want to marry me?” you whispered to him.

He sighed in regret with how much he’s beating himself up for saying those things to you. He cupped your face that was wet with tears and smiled softly. “Tch,” he playfully scoffed with a smirk, “I knew I wanted to marry you the second you poured hot coffee all over my suit.”

You gasped and playfully hit his chest. “I didn’t pour coffee on you! I tripped and it happened to spill on you,” you giggled with a couple of tears still leaving your eyes.

Levi smiled softly as he wiped away your tears with his thumb. “Same thing,” he hums in amusement as he rests his forehead against yours, “My darling, I love you with all I got. You mean everything to me and I would never intentionally hurt you. I sincerely apologize for my words towards you…”

You sniffled and nodded as a silent way of telling him that you forgive him. “Do you also not care about my dress?” you whispered against his lips with uncertainty in your soft tone.

“When I say I don’t care, I don’t because it’s your dress. You’ll look beautiful in whatever style or way it fits you,” he says before placing a kiss on your lips.

You smile into the kiss and pull away with a giggle as you wrap your arms around his waist as he still gently holds your face in his warm hands. “You’re only saying that,” you laugh.

“Tch, you can pull off anything my sweet girl,” he gently praises you, “But I’ll be pulling off that dress no matter what, Mrs. Ackerman,” he smirks before kissing you again muffling your giggles.

You pulled away with the smile that he adores so much and kissed your forehead. “I took a couple weeks off of work to spend more time with you and to be part of the wedding plans so I’m all yours…,” he smiled softly.

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you looked up at him. “Honey… You didn’t have to do that. What about your cases?” you asked worriedly.

“Erwin is taking over for the time being. I’ve neglected you for too long, Y/n. Besides, those damn interns are giving me grey hairs,” he groans making you giggle.

“Thank you, my love,” you kiss him.

“Thank you for dealing with me,” he smirked as he drowned your face in kisses.

Three years later, you’re both happily married with a baby boy just two months away from his due date…

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[likesunsetorange]

i do, i do, i do

eremika | rated m | 8.8k words | fic cover by @dead-dolphins

i. i found you at last

read here ✧･ﾟ:*

“You know what, you’re right. You’re a great wedding planner, and I’m a great baker. We would make a pretty great team—don’t you think?”

"So you’re saying you think we should be business partners?”

“Something like that,” he grinned. “I bake the cakes and desserts, you plan the fancy weddings.“

All Mikasa could think of was how this was something that could either go extremely well, or absolutely terrible.

“So do we have a deal then, 'partner'?” He asked, sticking his hand out.

She placed her smaller hand in his, grasping it to shake, the smile on her face matching his. “Of course, 'partner'.”

or

a wedding planner enlists the help of a local baker, resulting in a partnership between the two (and perhaps something more)

[batman1309]

I drew them at separate times but I purposely made them match :)