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Hello dear! Thank you for making my days better with your wonderful headcanons and scenarios!!! You have a natural talent to read characters and describe how they would react in certain situations, it all feels so accurate. I'm sure it takes time and effort, just want you to know that your work is amazing and I look up to you
If you were ever looking for praise that will make me cry, it's praising my characterization. ;__; Seriously, anon, thank-you so much for such a kind message. You truly have no idea how much I needed that. Of course, a lot of the blog's older work was also done by Mod Spookzz, but I'm sure she'd feel the same way as I do! As a writer, my one talent has always been overanalyzing characters and trying to understand them, so to have someone else validate that feeling really means a lot to me! Tumblr is a brutal platform for writer/reader engagement and I can never really predict which posts that I make will do well, but I enjoy writing for this blog all the same. Seriously, thank-you so much.
Hey! I love everything you guys write. Iâve been following since like 2016? 2017? Lol, and I never get sick of it. Your character writing is just so on-point! :) I wanted to ask for headcannons or a scenario (whichever you feel more inspired to write!) for Eren and his s/o. What would their relationship look like transitioning from the early Survey Corp years to now? It also breaks my heart seeing how heâs changed, but Iâd love to hear your thoughts on this and how itâd play out :,)
Wow, anon! Iâm speechless, tbh. Mod Spookzz and I created this blog back in 2016. It was a time when a lot of snk blogs werenât active with the exception of two or three. To know that youâve stuck with us for this long really means a lot. Thank-you so much! Iâve...thought about this, a lot. Like, a lot. There may be some projecting in here based on my own OC, but this is genuinely what I think would happen. I hope you enjoy! Happy Valentineâs Day, btw! My gift to everyone is...angst. Again. Iâm sorry, lmao. MANGA SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT. Also, fun fact, but this post is our 666th post, lmao.
⟠Eren doesnât know anything about romance, period. He canonically ignores Reiner, Jean, and Armin when they are praising girls and shows zero romantic interest in just about everyone.Â
⟠Like, itâs hard not to fall for Erenâs idealism. Heâs a super passionate speaker and has some really inspiring thoughts and ideas. Heâs not stupid--not by a long shot--and this magnetism draws his s/o to him like a moth to a flame.Â
⟠Yes, Eren is worried about what he saw the day he touched Historiaâs hand and often wonders about whether or not the future he peeked into is set-in-stone.Â
⟠How no one else doesnât notice the change in Eren is beyond me. Iâd imagine that his s/o is so aware of it that it becomes almost painful to see how withdrawn Eren has become.Â
⟠He confesses to his s/o beneath the stars on a night where they half-dragged him out of bed to see a meteor shower. When he finally gets to kiss them, Eren feels alive for the first time in almost three years. Everything seems perfect and he becomes scared to let go of their hand in fear that his happiness heâs found could slip between the cracks of his fingers at any moment.Â
⟠As much as it kills him on the inside, heâd break up with them. Theyâd be in tears and ask why and the only thing Eren can think to say is that he isnât in love with them, anymore. They are both broken hearted, but Eren knows this decision would save their life. He would never fathom asking them to go along with the Rumbling idea and loves them too much to be selfish. Â
⟠When Eren escapes to Marley, his s/o is crushed and wants answers so bad. Even though they trust Eren, his actions become hard to justify when he kills innocent people just to keep Paradis safe.Â
Can you also do a scenario for Levi with Hanahaki disease?
I havenât written a scenario for Levi since 2018 and this is what I come back with. Um...Iâm so sorry. Angst is my forte and itâs easy for me to write, so...yikes. I also listened to driversâ license on repeat to set the ambiance for this piece and now Iâm sad, lol. Sorry! Maybe Iâll write something happier for Levi to make up for this one, lmao. Enjoy!Â
It was happening again.
The tightness in your chest constricted your lungs like a snake had coiled around the base of your throat and squeezed, cutting off the air to your lungs. Your head spun, black dotting across your vision, and the uncontrollable urge to cough itched in the back of your throat. You had to hold it down. âPlease, not here,â you mentally begged to any entity listening above the skyline to not expose your dirtiest, darkest secret to your colleagues. Your nails dug into the wooden table, leaving behind crescent-shaped marks in the cherry-colored lacquer and the color drained from your cheeks.
No one would notice your struggle if you kept it together, you reasoned. Hange was going over something about Marley and you had, admittedly, tuned out about thirty minutes ago. Whatever it was had to be important because they had everyoneâs attention, to your knowledge. Out of the corner of your eye, you were vaguely aware of Leviâs sharp, piercing gaze lingering on your face, but you squeezed your eyes shut and internally begged him to just look away.
Inside of your chest, the flower that bloomed burned like a kindling ember, the stems brushing against your lungs and taking up space you needed to breathe. Experiencing this was painful, but it was nothing like the white-hot agony you felt whenever you realized that the person you loved would never return your feelings.
You had tried to let goâhad tried to release your feelings and live with your fragmented heartâbut nothing had worked. How could it when the person whose affections you desperately wanted worked alongside you every day, helping and caring about you in his own awkward, weird way? It wasnât fucking fair that you had to live like this.
Except you didnât. You knew about the removal process and, as a soldier, you knew that it was what you needed to do for yourself, for the future and for humanity. Every time you thought about getting the surgery performed, the aching of your fragile heartâthe singular bloom of hope still lingering in the pit of your stomachâprotested against the idea. You had never felt this way for anyone before in your life; how could you just ignore that and have the flower removed? How could you forget about happiness that the feelings gave you, or how it felt to just be by his side in silence of the night?
Living with this flower growing inside of you was painful, but the thought of having to give up Levi Ackerman was excruciating.
âThatâs all I wanted to talk about today! If everyone could follow me, I want to discuss some improvements to the thunder spears Iâve been working onâŠâ Hangeâs voice flooded through your reverie, snapping you back to reality. Your knuckles were stark-white from the tight grip you had about the wooden table, your fingers easing from the leg once the feeling of having to cough seemingly passed.
As the group shuffled out of the room, there was one person who waitedâone person whose unreadable facial expression made you tense up where you sat. âFour-eyes was that boring?â his flat voice drawled and, even without looking up, you knew his slate-colored irises were glued to where you sat. It had you anxious, the sensation of having to cough flaring up in the back of your throat once more. Instead of answering verbally, you shook your head and prayed that Levi would take the hint that you wanted to be alone. The sound of his shoes reverberating off the flooring allowed the tension you had been holding between your shoulders to dissipate, a wave of relief washing across your body. You were finally alone to cough in peace.
The instant you opened your lips to try and draw in a shaky breath, it began. A powerful cough strangled your breathing, the sensation of something lodged deep inside the back of your throat causing your body to lurch forward. Tears pricked your eyes as your coughing turned into violent dry heaving, the wheeze from your lungs desperately trying to push out the planet inside of your body echoing throughout the room. Hange and rest of the Survey Corpsâ higher ups were probably in the weapons room by now, leaving you alone to your own suffering. Your fingertips dug into the stone flooring, your sputtering finally expelling the first fist-full of bright-blue, blood-slicked flowers from deep within your chest. Once it began, it didnât stop. Over and over again, you threw up the bright flowers, their beauty tainted with the crimson blood dribbling from each and every petal.
At some point, you became aware of a hand resting against your back, dread serving as an anchor tethering you to where you knelt on the floor. When your gagging calmed down, you sharply sucked air in through your teeth, desperate to catch your breath and stop the feeling of your head swimming. You knew you were covered in spit, blood, and forget-me-not petals, but you didnât care about your physical appearance. The person at your side didnât have to speakâyou already knew who was at your side.
âPlease,â you croaked, voice husky and hoarse from having just coughed up over a dozen flowers in one go, âdonât say anything. Please, Levi.â
âYou want me to sit back and watch you kill yourself?â came his blunt remark, much to your dismay. He wasnât going to let it go; of course he wasnât. The two of you had been together for a decade at this point and the worry that he felt for you buzzed through the air like electricity.
Your wild eyes met his taciturn expression, tears streaking down your face. âI donât want to talk about this. Why did you even come back in here?â
âIf you were hiding this, you did a shit job. You acted weird throughout the meeting. How long?â
âIt doesnât matter.â
Levi clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. âIs that something you could be saying?â He was quiet, gaze flickering to the pool of flowers on the ground before tentatively bringing up in a quiet tone that was almost uncharacteristic of him, âYouâre dying, and you didnât say anything. Were you just going to lie down and not fight this?â
A laugh bubbled from the back of your throat, disbelief written across your face. Pushing off the floor, you sat back on your knees. âI donât want to have the surgery.â
ââŠThatâs the stupidest thing Iâve ever heard you say.â Levi brought himself to his feet, hands brushing off the imaginary dust that clung to his clothing. Without much warning, his hand hooked around your arm and hoisted you up, his strength guiding you towards the door. âYou want to die? Then do it under someone elseâs watch.â
âLet go,â you demanded, yanking your arm away from his grip. Frustration simmered inside of your veins, your hurt and anguish for this man finally spilling out in one fell swoop. Hot, fresh tears gushed from your eyes, yet you made no move to conceal them. Your heart was, for the first time in over ten years, on display for Levi to see and the fear of his rejection wasnât enough for you to keep your silence any longer. âYou donât get to dictate what I can and canât do! So what if I donât want the surgery? So what if Iâm being stupid? Even though Iâm like this, I canât let go! So, what am I supposed to do, Levi?â
The raven-haired male was silent for a moment, drinking in your broken features with a glint of concern etched into his body language. It was faint and difficult to see, but you knew him like the back of your hand; it was easy to tell and see what he was thinking, at this point. His lack of response prompted you to shake your head, your voice small and as fragile as splintered glass as you asked, âIs there really no way youâd love me back? Am I putting myself through hell for nothing?â
Levi was tight-lipped, body tense and unmoving as he continued to study you. Desperate, you latched onto the sleeves of his jacket, voice thick with tears. âI fucking love you, Levi. If thereâs even a chance for you to feel the same, please tell me.â
A long, drawn out pause filled the air until Leviâs fingertipsâcalloused from years of training and fightingâuncurled your hands from his frame, features pressed into the same, apathetic expression you were so used to him wearing. âGet the surgery,â he said firmly, his singular sentence tearing you asunder from the inside out. Your face crumpled, the flower inside of your chest throbbing painfully at the notion that he would never love you back.
No matter how much you wanted him, Levi Ackerman wasnât in love with you.
âIâm telling Hange when I walk out this door. Once itâs over, things canâŠgo back to the way they were.â Helplessly, you watched Levi exit the room, missing the way his features twisted in misery as he listened to you collapse into yourself, your sobbing playing again and again inside of his head.
How could he promise you something when everyone he ever loved withered and died underneath his touch? You were too precious to lose, even if it killed him in the end.
Inside of his chest, a familiar burn pulsated, the urge to cough becoming more and more difficult to ignore even as his legs carried him down the hall.
Itâs Mod Spookzzâs birthday today! She already knows how much I love and cherish her as my best friend and as a writer, but!! Sheâs an integral part of this blog and, if it wasnât for her, aotimagines probably wouldnât exist. I love her to pieces, to the moon and back, and just thought Iâd post her a03 here if you guys are interested in seeing more work from her! The best birthday gift you could give her is comments on her stuff, so! <3
Hey there! Iâm the anon who requested Nude!Model!Eren and Fem!Photographer!Reader. Iâd have to say that you did a great job writing my request. I actually donât mind you turning my request into chapters and it actually turned out wonderfully. Thanks for writing my request and itâs worth the wait and I understand you need to take breaks/focus on life during the long gaps before writing. Again awesome work!!! đ
ANON, I COULD CRY RN.
Thank-you so, so much for the feedback! Iâm so grateful that youâre still there and that itâs okay that your request was altered, slightly. I just got really inspired by it, so!! I already have chapter two outlined and Iâm working on it, so fingers crossed! Thank-you for the encouragement and for submitting your request in the first place!
Hey. Remember when this blog hit 5,000 followers and I mentioned I was going to be writing something self-indulgent? The moment has finally arrived, lol. The idea spiraled way out of control before I could stop myself so here we are. This is probably not what the anon meant when they sent this in, but I couldnât stop myself from plotting this story out. Itâll probably have around 8-10 chapters and I want to be realistic and say Iâll be able to update frequently, but there are no promises. My goal is for a new chapter every two weeks, but itâll probably be closer to once a month. It will contain NSFW at some point, so minors do not interact. To the anon who sent this request in almost a year ago, I am so sorry this has taken me this long to write. I apologize and hope that this suffices. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy the first chapter!
âCould you lift your head and look towards the camera, please?â
Your breath was nearly whisked away from your lungs at the sight of your modelâs eyes flickering towards you, the intensity swirling behind his irises rooting you to your spot. They reflected the ocean itselfâdeep, vibrant, and tumultuous just like rolling waves and you felt yourself drowning at sea. You could barely tear your eyes away from his ethereal beauty; from the sharp angle of his jaw, to his sinewy, sun-kissed skin. Each and every ripple of muscle resembled someone akin to a Greek statue over real life and the longer you looked at your model, the more difficult it became to stop your eyes from gazed lowerâŠ
Immediately, you brought your camera back up to your eye to conceal your reverie and took another photo, peeling the camera back to examine the frame you had just taken with more intense than you should have. âGreat!â Your voice came out rushed and quickâhigh and pitchy. You wanted to die right then and there on the spot, but you needed to act more professional even if you couldnât resist the temptation to ogle your clientâs perfectly sculpted, perfectly nude body.
It was wrong. It was beyond heinous but, the instant Eren Jaeger walked out to your photoshoot and shed his robe, his stunning looks had been on your mind. As a professional photographer, you had seen your fair share of models, both nude and not, so why were you acting so ridiculous? There was something undeniably electric about Eren and the way he was able to express so much emotion through his eyes alone. After having worked with him for only an hour, you could definitely see why he was scouted to be a model. There was an air of shyness that radiated off him despite the wave of confidence that brimmed so brightly from within. It was cute, which felt foreign and almost like an insult when thinking about the man standing before you.
Still, you needed to maintain your composure and do your job. You could allow yourself to be dazzled by your model for a moment, but now you needed to get back to work. Standing, you exchanged a friendly smile with Eren and motioned to his hands, pointing out, âDo you mind if we get some close-up shots of the watch? I know the campaign said that they wanted a full body shot, but Iâd like to give some other optionsâŠâ
âSure,â he agreed, his electric gaze never leaving your face even as he held out his wrist and loosened the tension. Immediately, you snapped into your role as the photographer and began taking photos, unaware that you inching several steps closer.
Captivated with the elegance of his long, deft fingers, you became enraptured in your own little world and mindless gave instruction and praise, your prior embarrassment all but gotten. You were unaware of the way Erenâs eyes were glued to your every expression; the way your tongue would push through your lips as you found an angle or shape you liked. As exhilarated as you were to photograph him, Eren was, in kind, just as thrilled to way the way you worked. It was difficult tot keep cool and focus on his job with the way you moved around him, the sheer delight across your face almost tangible. He had been subjected to many photographers, some good and bad, but neverâŠ
âOkay!â Your voice dragged him from his thoughts, your lips curved into a soft, gentle smile. âI think we got it? Good work, Eren. You were great.â
âAhâthanks,â he replied, the fabric of his robe hitting his shoulders before he realized it. One of the assistants must have gotten it for him and it took him all but five seconds to realize that he was still standing before you, naked. His cheeks heated up, a tennis ball lodged in the back of his throat, but he managed to force out, âYou were a good photographer. It was, uhâŠeasy to follow your instruction.â
You were positively beaming by the time he glanced at your face, eyes wide and sparkling. âThank-you! That means a lot, especially since Iâm kind of new to working on a professional set and everything.â
âSeriously!â Eren couldnât believe that he was still continuing the conversationâcontinuing to praise you, a complete and utter strangerâbut here he was. Eren was not the type of person to be physically attracted to anyone right off the bat, but there was something soâŠmesmerizing about you that he couldnât bring himself to stop talking. âIt was a nice shoot. I didnât even realize we were here for a couple hours.â
âMe either,â came your confession, camera clutched between your hands. âYou take direction really well. Oh!â As if an idea just came to your head, you moved to the monitors behind the lights and popped out your SD card, gently sliding the chip inside the reader. Angling your chin, you glanced up at his features, your eyes shining with complete and utter excitement. âWant to see some of the shots? I usually offer to let the models see so they can view the before and after.â
âUhâŠâ Eren contemplated it for a moment, his mind very cognizant of the fact that he was still only wearing a robe. You seemed completely oblivious to it, which dashed some of his prior thoughts. A moment passed by until he cracked a smile and moved closer to gaze down at the computer monitor. âSure. I donât really get a chance to see what I can improve on, or anything.â
Your fingers clicked open the file folder, pulling up the images you had taken not even ten minutes ago. Scrolling through, your eyes darted from one side of the screen to the other as if making mental notes about which ones you wanted to save for editing, later. âHereâthis one is really nice,â you said, double-clicking the image until it was pulled up for Eren to see. Despite his nudity being on full display, Eren couldnât help but notice howâŠtasteful it was done. Truly, like mentioned in the job description, his focus was on the multitude of watches adorning his wrist, but there was something else about it thatâŠ
It was like you had managed to dig deep inside of him and photograph his soul; his emotions. Everything was displayed in his eyes and it took Eren a second to recognize himself. His silence made you worry, hastily bringing up, âOf course, they will look better with editing in post, butââ
Eren shook his head, cutting off your explanation before you could really begin. âNo, itâsâitâs not that! Really, the photos areâŠâ He floundered for the right word to describe what you had created; what you had managed to pull out of him and then captured on film. No other photographer had managed that before, so to see himself like that was a littleâŠ
âItâs different,â he concluded, gaze still lingering on the images on the screen. âIâm not used to seeing myself look like that. Youâre an amazing photographer and Iâm sort of struggling to come up with a better compliment than that.â
Visibly, you relaxed upon hearing his praise, pride swelling inside your chest when you realized that he liked the photos. âIt makes it easier when my model is able to pull from within, too,â you countered, finally looking up at him after what felt like an eternity. Erenâs eyes met yours and it was like a magnetic field was drawing you closer to him, but you refrained from your urges and settled for exiting out of the photos. It took everything inside of you to swallow back the attraction and fascination that was bubbling inside of you, which only made you antsy and anxious to begin the editing process.
âAnyways, I should let you get dressed. Iâm sure youâre itching to get out of here.â
âAh, right.â Reluctantly, Eren broke eye contact first and stretched, the fabric of his thin robe inching higher against his toned thighs. You jerked your head away from him to conceal the heat crawling across your cheeks and praised whatever deity above that Eren hadnât paid any attention to your sudden shy demeanor. He seemed to think to himself for a moment before exhaling deeply and walking off, leaving you to skim through the multitude of images you had taken.
A period of time passed because, the next thing you knew, Eren was back by your side, his silky, chocolate-colored tresses pulled back into a bun that rested at the nape of his neck. Small hairs framed his face, only fanning the fuel to his already handsome, boyish looks. You swallowed thickly and offered a smile, rising from your chair to ask, âYou heading out?â
âYeah, but I actually wanted to ask you something, firstâŠâ Eyebrow quirked, you watched Eren rock back and forth on his feet, a nervous energy teeming off of him. While the two of you knew nothing about each other outside of first and last names, you couldnât help but wonder if this was typical behavior. He seemed to self-assured whenever he spoke. Was there something wrong with the photos after all? Before you could ask, Erenâs hand shot out and encircled around your wrist, preventing you from turning away or moving back to your computer screen. âListen,â he pressed closer, temporarily catching you off guard with how bold he was being, âthereâs a party happening later tonight. I really donât want to go, but my manager said itâd be good for connections and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.â
âWhy?â The question escaped your mouth before you could process what was happening, confusion written across your features. You didnât pull away from his touch, however, and repeated after a moment of clarity, âYou barely know me, Eren. Weâre strangers. Shouldnât you invite one of your friends?â
Eren fell silent for a moment before an uncharacteristic smirk danced across his lips. There was something fierce about the glimmer in his eyes and his body language exuded an amount of confidence he had only displayed the instant his eyes locked with your camera lens earlier that afternoon. He leaned in closer, studying the way your face heated up, before murmuring in a low tone, âI saw the way you were looking at me, earlier.â
Embarrassed, you averted your eyes to the ground. âIâmâIâm sorry! Really, I sometimes get lost in my work and you are beautiful, so IâŠgot swept away. It was unprofessional and I swear it wonât happen again, if we happen to work together.â
âI didnât say I didnât like it.â Eren chuckled, the sound so dizzying that you felt yourself drawn to itâto himâlike a moth circling a flame. This was a dangerous game you two were playing and you werenât sure what kind of out come Eren was looking for. Rather, he released your hand and stepped back, the intensity gone and replaced with a softer, kinder smile. âI liked your photos,â he simply stated, his hand resting against his hip as he continued to stare at you. âAnd you liked what you were able to get out of me. I just thought itâd be a good opportunity to each to know one another.â
âProfessionally?â
âBoth,â he easily quipped with a shrug of his shoulders.
You ran a hand through your hair, teeth catching your inner cheek. âI donât know.â
âHow about this.â Eren reached for the sharp on your desk and ripped the cap off with his teeth, balancing the piece of plastic between his two lips. Before you could protest, he grabbed your hand again and began to write numbers into your palm, a string of digits staring back up at you. âWhen you decide what you want to do, you can text me. Even if you donât want to go with me, specifically, itâd be a good idea to make connections. You said yourself that youâre new to the industry.â
You had said that, didnât you? Erenâs number stared up at you, silently replaying your words from earlier like a broken record until a heavy, shaky sigh pulled from your lips. You didnât know what his intentions were, but you figured that you could worry about that, later. Even if you couldnât decipher Erenâs true nature, the prospect of getting your name out to more people in the industry was too tempting to ignore. âBut what do I wear?â you asked weakly, watching as Erenâs features lit up like a light.
âItâs cocktail, but whatever you have should be fine. I really donât care about what other people are wearing, either way.â
You couldnât help but laugh genuinely at this, pointing out with amusement dripping from your tone, âArenât you a fashion model? Shouldnât you care about stuff like that?â
Eren scoffed, lips twisted into a smile. âNah. That kind of stuff is stupid.â
âBut then whyâŠ?â You stopped, shook your head, and moved to the desk where your cellphone rested. Holding it up, you tilted your head to the side. âSo, Iâll text you? Iâll need an address, you know.â
Erenâs name was being called from across the buildingâprobably whoever he brought with him, you notedâbut his eyes still lingered on you even as he began to step away. âItâs for seven-thirty. See you!â
You watched as he jogged away until he was completely out of sight, your heart hammering against your ribs repeatedly. You werenât sure what the hell had just transpired, but the area where his fingers brushed your skin tingled pleasantly as an aftershock effect.
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Thank-you so much, anon! I know we disappear sporadically, but we really appreciate the kindness you guys still send our way. :c It can be so discouraging to get no comments or feedback on your writing, but messages like this make it totally worth it!Â
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This may sound weird but is it possible to do a matchup for an OC of mine? It's totally fine if not, I was just wondering. :)
Sure! Go ahead and send it in! Match-ups are âclosed, but I donât mind answering a few here or there! I reserve the right to not respond if I donât think I get enough information, though. c:Â
Itâs not dumb! It stands for significant other! This blog is gender-neutral, for the most part, so mod Spookzz and I agreed to use s/o vs girlfriend/boyfriend because we want to be inclusive!Â
hi,, this is kind of an emergency request but could i get a scenario with eren where his s/o's been overworking themselves from school work and he "forces" them to rest? i've been bombarded lately and i just want some comfort from my best boy ): thank you ):
I hope this isnât too late, anon. :c Iâm sorry that youâre feeling stressed with school and I hope this helps you. Keep your chin up and remember that you are doing great! Things are difficult rn, but the fact that youâre still trying is a testament to your hardwork! This is a Modern! AU for the sake of ease. Enjoy! <3Â
 Head clutched between your hands, you helplessly stare down at the multitude of papers scattered across your kitchen table, the faint, blue glow of your laptop illuminating your workspace. At the bottom right of your screen, you drank in the digital clock reading 1:30 A.M., a quiet groan emanating from the back of your throat. Even if you crammed for the next hour, there was no possible way for you to finish all of this work. It killed you to fall behind during finals week, but you had done your best, but it simply wasnât good enough. Tears pricked the edges of your eyes as you felt yourself reach your breaking point. Before you could bury your face into your hands and let out the torrent of stress you had been holding back, the sound of rustling down your hall captured your attention.
Immediately, your head jerked up to catch your boyfriend staring at you, his face shrouded by the lack of light in the living room. Despite not being able to see his facial expression in the dark, however, you had to conclude that he was wondering why on earth you were still awake when you should have been asleep hours ago.
âWhy are you awake?â he questioned, carefully navigating his way through the living room in the dark. âDonât you have an exam early tomorrow? You said you were going to bed hours ago!â
âI tried!â you defended, your slumped shoulders and anguished voice a signal of how utterly defeated you felt. âI tried, but then I remembered some stuff that I didnât feel sure about, so I came back to study and IâI still donât understand it! Iâm going to fail and then Iâll fail the class and I wonât graduate on time andââ
Erenâs fingers circled around your wrist, gently prying your hand away from your face to stop your meltdown before it got any worse. Even through the dark, you could see his eyes studying youâgauging your reaction and how to properly respond. âListen,â he tried, shifting his weight between his feet, âI get wanting to be the best, but all youâre going to do is make yourself sick if you stress out about this. Youâve worked hard this semester and youâre one of the smartest people I know. Youâll do great and you know it.â
You could feel your bottom lip tremble, hot tears spilling down the sides of your cheeks. âBut I donât feel smart, Eren. I feel like Iâm going to fail everything. Iâm so overwhelmed and I donât think I can handle this.â
Sighing, Eren rubbed the back of his head before moving in front of your laptop. Deft fingers quickly saved the document you were studying from before he shut the laptop, bathing the two of you in darkness. âYou need to come to bed and get some sleep. If it makes you feel better, we can set an alarm for the morning and study before you leave for class.â
âButââ
âHey!â The flashlight on Erenâs phone flicked on, allowing you to see his furrowed brow and pursed lips. âSeriously, you gotta stop. Just come to bed.â
Reluctantly, you pushed back the kitchen chair and followed him into your shared bedroom, the two of you crawling beneath the covers. Even though your heart was still beating inside your chest, you shifted closer into Erenâs chest, his arms coming to secure themselves around your waist. For a few minutes, you simply allowed yourself to inhale his scent, the familiar twinge of spice and sandalwood calming some of your frazzled nerves. His hand stroked the top of your head, lulling you into a state between sleep and consciousness until his voice broke through the silence.
âBetter?â
âA bit,â you admitted sheepishly, your voice thick with your impending sleep. âStill nervous.â
âEveryone gets nervous. Youâll do great.â
ââŠWill you really wake up early and study with me?â
A chuckle reverberated through Erenâs chest before he answered truthfully, âListen, I wonât be happy about it tomorrow morning, but I promised you. Iâll just be a demon for a few minutes.â
With that, your eyelids closed, allowing you to drift to sleep. Even if you didnât preform the way you wanted, you would still try your best.
this isnât a request for a scenario or headcanon, but may i ask your thoughts on the current aot manga situation? if youâre comfortable with sharing your thoughts on it anyway, iâm just curious seeing as i donât really have anyone to talk to about it and i feel like itâll be interesting to see your POVS on it đ„°. if youâre not comfortable with sharing your thought please ignore this by all means! but i hope you have an amazing night/day! â€ïž
iâve been âwaitin for this one...turn it up!Â
MANGA SPOILERS BENEATH THE CUT!Â
So...thereâs obviously a lot to be said about the manga in its current state of affairs. Personally, I didnât mind the basement reveal, nor do I really mind the fact that Marley is the true enemy. Itâs been hinted at since the beginning, whether people want to believe it or not, and I think that the Liberio Invasion Arc was one of Isayamaâs best. I do think it has gotten a bit convoluted in its lore, however. PATHS is a really difficult concept to wrap my head around and I had to go to the wikia to even try to understand it, but I still like the idea behind it. I think some pieces are rushed and the ending seems like Isayama is trying to push through, but the real star of the series is Eren and his development as a character.Â
Like, itâs heart-breaking to see what heâs become, but I can also understand how and why it happened. The heart and the soul of the plot rests in his hands and nothing moves forward without Eren in the series. The way Isayama crafted him is nothing short of genius. I know there are a lot of people who despise him because of the Rumbling and then there are people who agree with it, but Iâm in the middle. I donât agree with his actions, but I also donât agree with the narrative that Eren wanted to do this or had another option. As shown in the manga, Eren tried just about every other avenue before resorting to this. He is clearly distraught by having to go through with it, but what other choice does he have? Itâs so sad. Heâs my favorite character from any source of media, ever, and snk is my comfort series, so like...lmao. Iâm aware that itâs a bizarre series to be my comfort series, but if âya know, you know.Â
I do think that some of the cast have regressed as characters, though. I think the writing for Mikasa and Armin in particular has really been tragic since the time-skip. I would have loved to see Mikasa break away from Eren and live her life independently, but...aye. Too hopeful of me, lol.Â
I think the series is going to end with Armin killing Eren, thus ending the cycle of the titans and Marley rule with him. I think the baby Historia gave birth to was Ymir Fritz reincarnated. Thatâs about it with my theories, though. Thanks for asking this, anon! No matter how it ends, this series will always be my favorite and will hold a special place in my heart. Iâm so sad itâs coming to a close, but Iâm so grateful for Isayama for crafting this masterpiece and allowing me to get into an active fandom! Seriously, my time here has been really fun and it will be so sad to let it go once it concludes. At least Iâll still have the anime. :âc
what are your fav levi x reader fics from other writers? (this is just me trying to get some fics to read while i wait for ur next chapters and fics LMAO)
you can check my fic recs tag! the link only works on desktop tho so you can just search âfic recâ in my tags if youâre on mobile.
i didnât include everything there tho so iâll list down some of my mutuals and favorite authors c: they have masterlists in their bios/pinned.
