Wanna take your chances?

"I’m an honest man. It’s better than acting all tough when you’re scared shitless." - Jean Kirstein. Based off Hajime Isayama’s manga and anime, attack on titan. Any views on this blog are my own.

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"I wasn't asleep! Prove it!"

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LIFE UPDATE

The reason I've been MIA recently is my energy levels have just not been there. Plus I've had a pretty life changing few months.

Me and my partner are expecting our first baby!!!!

It's so exciting and nervous and my little stress head brain was going a thousand miles an hour. But things are going well, we're past the danger zone and I'm feeling a little more like me again.

Hopefully this means I can check in more often but please bare with me as we have a lot of things to do before baby makes their appearance!

[mad1son-k]

jean! 10h 40m

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A CHOICE WITH NO REGRETS

A study in CONTROL, loyalty — every movement measured, every glance calculated. Beneath the impassive stare lies a storm forged in BLOOD and SILENCE.

Indie, selective, LEVI ACKERMAN

Penned by Markus 30+

18+ PLEASE READ GUIDELINES BEFORE INTERACTING

GUIDELINES // HEADCANONS // PROMPTS

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Jean hunched his shoulders a little more as he stepped into the common room, hoping no one would notice the small, neatly wrapped package tucked under his arm. He’d made it all the way through morning drills without anyone mentioning the date, and if he could just get through the day without anyone picking up on his birthday...

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/peeks in

"M'lady"

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"I'm not scared, I'm just highly aware of how much this sucks"

[lausticzt]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋! @foreverascout

INFORMATION GATHERING ━━ in the centre of chaos always stood the Survey Corps. It's a debrief, she doesn't bother with the talking, merely a supervisor until all is done; lets the other officers handle it. Her eyes, however, are fixed on one in particular. All have left, leaving only the two of them before he is also free to go. But Laura stops him.

“  Wait. ” It's a demand, though it's her own oddity that calls for him. Eyes like a hawk. Unreadable even to herself, a moment of silence falls between them. Her gaze breaks away with a frown, cast to the side before she continues. “  I heard you were originally going to join the Military Police. ”

Why is she bringing this up? What does she want from this? Laura doesn't understand. No, she understands too well, and it bothers her. She glances his way. “  Why didn't you? ”

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Jean exhales sharply through his nose, an old irritation flickering behind his eyes. It’s not the first time he’s been asked this, but coming from her, in this moment, it feels different. He could brush it off, could walk away now that the debrief is over, but something in the way Laura looks at him, that unreadable sharpness, keeps him rooted.

He rolls his shoulders, as if trying to shrug off the weight of the question. “I changed my mind,” he says simply. Too simply. That sharp-eyed scrutiny of Laura's makes the space between them heavier.

Jean sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to,” he admits. “The easy life. Thought I’d be safe behind the walls, drinking good booze, sleeping in a real bed.” His lips twist into something wry, bitter. “Then people started dying. People I knew. Marco—” He stops, his throat tightening. The name alone is enough to choke him, to dig up the memories he tries not to dwell on. “And I realised that wasn’t gonna sit right with me. Running away while everyone else fought.”

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I NEED JEAN TO HAVE HIS HALLMARK CHRISTMAS MOVIE MOMENT PLS

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"If Levi asks - I'm already dead"

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*Sweats because women are sexy*

[sleepyanger]

SlythGryff power couple EreJean ! è v é

/ My Instagram /

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Sasha held no personal animosity towards Miss Zoe; her frustration stemmed solely from the fact that she was required to take a mandatory elective that felt more like a burden than a benefit, especially since she was struggling to keep up. When she was devouring a truly mindblowing slice of pizza, thoughts of nutrition were the furthest thing from her mind. “I mean, I came here to eat. And to cook. But mostly to eat. The class is useful and all, but it just makes me feel completely lost.”

She began to make her way back towards the college buildings, heading toward the cluster of dorms. She wasn't expecting him to follow her, yet she wasn't too surprised when he did. The quarterback, huh? Clearly, she had not been paying enough attention to the players on the field.

“Wait… You’re that Jean Kirstein?” she asked, a sudden realization brightening her tone. His name had frequently echoed through game announcements, and half the cheer squad seemed to be infatuated with him. She couldn’t believe it took her this long to connect the dots.

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He couldn't help the chuckle at her explanation, it was true, now that he thought about it he was sure she was eating almost every time he saw her. "You know---" he spoke, flinging his bag on his shoulder and catching up as she walked back to the dorms. But she cut him off.

You're that Jean Kirstein.

What did she mean by that? He paused but tilted his head, a boyish smile on his face, "If by that you mean, the most handsome and funniest player on the field - then yes, I am that Jean Kirstein" he brushed a hand through his hair.

"Listen if you find yourself lost in class y'could always come and sit next to me and I'll help you figure it out" he offered, not letting the conversation rest on a show of ego. He could only guess what the cheer squad had told her about him.

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Health and Nutrition? The one elective Sasha had dreaded being assigned to all semester? She could barely keep her eyes open in that class, much less notice any of the other students sitting around her. She did vaguely recall seeing him amidst the crowd as students filed out of the classroom, but it was a foggy memory at best.

"Ohh, of course!" she replied with a slightly embarrassed laugh, hoping it would mask the fact that she had basically no recollection of him. "Sorry. That class is a nightmare to be in. It's hard enough to remember what Miss Zoe's saying."

Grabbing her Adidas duffel bag, making sure she'd packed everything, she slung it securely over her shoulder. "But yeah, I will be. We've been learning that routine for weeks, so it shouldn't disappoint!" She cast a glance at the field, where the football team was clearing their cones. "So you're on the team then?"

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Jean let out a breath of relief as Sasha’s response put him at ease. It wasn’t that she hadn’t noticed him specifically; the whole class was a blur to her. Jean chuckled, slightly shaking his head. "Nightmare? Really?" He couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I actually kind of like Miss Zoe’s class." He shrugged, feeling a bit more at ease now. "I mean, sure, it’s not the most exciting thing ever, but it’s pretty useful stuff. And Miss Zoe knows what she's talkin' about." Jean was used to sticking up for Miss Zoe, his friends found her too strange, too easy to go on tangents, but she was always happy to help. He didn't just tolerate her class, he genuinely found it interesting.

Feeling more comfortable now, he laughed, more genuinely now the awkwardness had passed. "Yeah, I’m on the team. Quarterback, actually." He rubbed the back of his neck again, this time out of habit rather than nervousness. "Not that I expect you to know that or anything. I guess football isn’t everyone’s top priority, right?" He shrugged, but there was a lightness in his tone, teasing her a little.

He tilted his head slightly, a teasing still in his eyes. "But now that I know you’re in the class, I’ll keep an eye out for you. Make sure you’re staying awake."

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Sasha had only arrived in the city a few weeks ago, starting college amid the vibrant hues of autumn. Already, she felt as though she had hit the ground running. Balancing her classes with dance and cheerleading while adapting to the city's energetic pace had been quite a challenge, but she felt she was managing admirably. Most people had been friendly and welcoming, particularly those in the clubs, where she quickly formed a close friendship with Historia. Connie had also been helpful, introducing her to some of his friends around town.

That afternoon’s cheer practice had been intense, with gruelling repetitions of the same routine in preparation for the upcoming game. It was a good thing she was a quick learner and had begun to stand out among her teammates. By the end of practice, she was eager to return to her dorm for a refreshing shower. As she relaxed by the bleachers, stretching out her calves, she was startled by a male voice approaching.

Her amber eyes flitted over Jean in a quick study, noting his messy brown hair and football jersey -- probably one of the players from across the field. To her surprise, he seemed already familiar with her name, hinting at a prior interest that caught her off guard. "Oh, hey!" she replied, offering a smile to avoid seeming impolite. He appeared to be genuinely friendly, after all. "Sorry... Which class do you mean?"

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Did she?? Did she not recognise him? Jean blinked, his usual confidence wavering slightly as Sasha’s genuine confusion washed over him. She didn’t recognise him? Not even a little? He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to play it off, though the surprise lingered in his expression. Usually, he didn’t have to introduce himself twice, he was a football player, and people tended to remember that. But this girl, standing in front of him, seemed genuinely oblivious.

"Uh, health and nutrition" he finally answered, his voice slightly quieter now, the typical swagger momentarily absent. He shifted his weight, glancing away for a second as he fumbled with his water bottle. "I, uh, sit in the back most days" He gave a half-hearted laugh, hoping to smooth over the awkwardness. She was new right? Maybe he could forgive her for not remembering him.

"Will you be cheering at the game next week?" he asked, trying to get the conversation flowing again.

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"There you are" Jean whispered to himself, reaching for his bottle that had fallen between the bleachers. Once he had it back, he sat and took a sip from it, watching the end of the cheerleader's practice. Might as well enjoy the view now he was here.

Once the girls had finished and scattered he swung his bag on his shoulders and set off, spotting one of the cheerleaders hanging around. She had her back turned to him, hair tied in a loose ponytail, but even from this distance, Jean recognised her. He’d seen her around before, always with a smile and usually with some kind of snack in hand. Today, though, she looked like she was just winding down, completely absorbed in her stretches.

Jean approached, casually tossing his water bottle between his hands. “You guys work hard, huh?” he called out with a smirk, his tone light but curious as he leant against the bleachers. “Guess I underestimated you. I’ve seen you out there keeping up with the football team’s energy.” He nodded toward her, genuinely impressed. “I’m Jean, by the way. You’re Sasha, right? We share a class”

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Sasha's cheeks visibly coloured at the unexpected compliment, heating to a bright crimson that prickled her skin. It wasn't like Jean to call her 'cute' like that. It wasn't like anyone to call her 'cute' like that. But she'd be damned if she was going to acknowledge her embarrassment in front of him.

"Wha... My ears ain't blocked, Kirstein!" she swiftly deflected, tugging at the hat to show him that it wasn't, in fact, covering her ears. "Wool's not gonna do a thing to it."

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He wasn't certain, but he was sure she was blushing. But then again, it could just be the chill in the wind. "Yeah yeah" he waved a hand dismissively before going to ruffle the bobble on the top of the hat. "Well, I'll take the credit. I was just concerned the hat would be too big. Turns out y'got a bigger head than I thought" he smiled, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, or to force her to accept the compliment. He was just happy to see her wear something he had worked hard on.

"You like them though, right? Maybe I'll make some gloves to match"