idek what this post is i’m ngl 💀 i started writing it last week as a brain dump.. but it eventually turned into a real post
↳ cw: making out hehe | one mention of wounds
↳ armin, jean, connie, porco, eren
— porco
• his morning voice is so raspy?? so deep? he just has to whisper a little ‘morning and your eardrum is shaking
• freshly-out-of-the-shower porco with his hair soaking wet, only wearing sweatpants :p
• HE DOES THE TONGUE-IN-CHEEK THINGY WHEN HE’S LOWKEY JEALOUS
• jealous porco is so fucking hot let’s just admit it. because he tries so hard to look like he doesn’t care but he really really does
• he also always has his arm resting on the back of your chair when you’re sitting next to each other
• and if it’s not the arm on the chair then it’s the hand on the thigh *giggles*
• when you’re cleaning his wounds and he clenches his jaw and slightly hiss because the disinfectant stings a little? am i weird for finding this hot?
• when he sMiles while you’Re mAking ouT (he’s so cocky i hate him)
— armin
• when he curses under his breath >>>>
• poor baby is under way too much stress, so sometimes he just sighs and throws his head back with a groan when he’s frustrated and it’s the hottest thing ever
• just him multitasking honestly. like- writing something and talking to someone at the same time? or him cooking while he’s in the phone?? that’s sexy
• he’s the kinda guy who always calls you by your name when he’s talking to you and idk why but that’s hot
• he also puts his hand on your lower back whenever he walks past you
• ARMIN BUILDING FURNITURE! he looks so focused when he reads the instructions
• last but not least: he’s a slow kisser. enough said.
— jean
• mf looks so hot when he’s driving and he knows it. i’m talking one hand resting on top of the steering wheel kind of sexiness
• he definitely puts his arm in front of you when he brakes a little too hard (he makes protectiveness so sexy istg)
• another example of sexy protectiveness is when you’re walking in a busy street, he always holds your waist and pulls you in to make sure nobody’s gonna bump into you. and he’s ready to throw hands if anyone does
• he’s so freaking tall he can grab the doorframe when he’s talking to you :>>
• ok and hear me out now: shirtless jean sleeping on his stomach, arms crossed and hands tucked under his pillow. and like when you wake up you can see the morning light highlighting every single one of his muscles jahdkshdjs
• and then they flex when he reaches out for his phone on the nightstand GOODBYE 🏃🏻♀️🏃🏻♀️
— connie
• so much jewelry??! ESPECIALLY RINGS
• don’t ask why but i just know he looks hot when he takes them off before bed
• he has a gold necklace and sometimes he tugs on it when he’s focused on something skdhsksj
• if you’re in a group setting and he sees that you don’t have anywhere to sit he’ll just pat his lap as an invitation
• and it’s not even humorous, he’s dead serious
• btw: dead serious connie? that’s hot too
• sometimes when he’s on the phone (doesn’t matter with whom), he stops listening to the other person because he’s too busy checking you out in the middle of the conversation. man’s staring at you and he’s not even ashamed of it
• when he’s the life of the party and he freaking owns it. (he def knows how to move his hips when he dances you can’t convince me otherwise)
— eren
• something about eren taking his shirt off by pulling it over his head *eats fist*
• OR when he takes his hoodie off and his shirt lifts up a little :3
• v-line for days, it’s canon.
• when he puts his hair up obviouslyyy. and he’s holding the hairband between his lips ughh
• QUICK REFLEXES!!!
• someone could throw him something while he’s talking to you and he’ll catch it without taking his eyes off of you
• eye contacts holy shit he’s so good at these. my boy is staring right into your soul and he makes it look so hot
• he also grabs you by the waist when you’re making out. there, i said it.
eren, porco, connie, jean (help i’m always writing for the same characters (blame it on the writing slump :/))
cw: suggestive for porco and connie
wrote this impulsively a few days ago when school wasn’t crazy yet, i promise <3 [NOT PROOFREAD]
— eren
• the chillest, really doesn’t make a big deal out of it IM KIDDING
• he won’t start a fight because you taught him better than that but he will kindly tell that person to fuck off
• you can try to tell him that they weren’t hitting on you but he’ll never be fully convinced. he trusts you 100% but the others? no way.
• also it’s not that he sees you as his dog or anything… but if he could buy you a necklace with his name on it he would (he did)
• you better give him attention for the rest of the day because it puts him in the worst mood ever
“and did you see how dirty his shoes were? fucking disgusting guy,” he grumbles when he enters his car. it’s been twenty minutes already, and he’s still not done enumerating every single thing that was wrong with the guy who ‘hit on you’ at the coffee shop. “and who the fuck just walks around with a laptop in their arms? just put it in your bag already, what are you trying to prove?!”. sat on the passenger seat, you stifle a laugh as you bring a hand to his cheek. “yeah, he was the worst,” you concede, brushing your finger against his skin. he seems to be a little relieved already; he won’t ever admit that he was worried you might prefer that guy to him, but you know him too well not to have guessed it. “but you’re the only one i’m coming home with at the end of the day, aren’t you?” you tell him, and watch a proud smile grow on his lips at he starts the car, before putting his hand on your thigh. “damn right i am,” he replies, lacing his fingers with yours as soon as you rest your hand over his.
— connie
• that damn cashier at the supermarket
• connie starts to regret volunteering to go get the fruits you forgot to put in the cart
• because that cashier seems a little bit too friendly while you wait for him at the checkout
• he’s not that jealous tbh, he just loves the look on people’s face when they realize you’re dating him
• so when he comes back to the checkout, he’s holding a bag of apples in his left hand, and a box of condoms in his right :/ and he slams it down in front of the cashier like it’s some sort of prize he’s just won
• yes, he thinks it’s peak comedy
“connie what the fuck”, you whisper loudly, eyes wide. “what?” he asks very innocently as he pulls his credit card out, “you don’t like these ones?”. you almost choke on air, and the cashier’s face makes the situation ten times funnier. “please stop talking”, you try to sigh but your voice is shaky from your suppressed giggle. obviously connie notices how badly you’re trying to hold back a laugh, so he considers his mission a success. “condoms? really?” you ask when you finally leave the supermarket, feeling his hand claim its rightful place on your lower back. “yeah. i like the symbolism of it,” he replies, proudly looking at the box which he chose to keep in his hand, visibly immune to any kind of embarrassment, “it lets people know that we-” “yeah thanks i think i know what it means” you interrupt him, snatching the box from his hands to put it in the grocery bag. “you know, you look cute when you’re embarrassed,” he then pinches your cheeks to make you look at him, and when you do, he surprises you once again, with a quick kiss on your lips. “so adorable,” he smiles giddily, before going back for another one right away.
— porco
• okay so i feel like porco would have a tendency to think that every single guy talking to you is trying to flirt (he says it’s because you’re too hot)
• so you probably had to lecture him a few times, and now he forces himself to be chill about it unless you specifically ask him to step in
• you were at a party and a random guy had just come up to you, but porco remembered what you had told him about intervening when it wasn’t necessary. so he just stared at you from a corner of the room while trying to make a decision, looking like a grounded child
• trust me he’s really fighting the urge to just walk up to you and stick his tongue down your throat
• but oh my god as soon as you put an end to your conversation with that guy and come to see him… HE WONT LET YOU GO.
“i thought you would step in,” you remark when you finally meet porco on the other side of the room. your words don’t really surprise him, even he is impressed by his own self-control. “is he watching over here?” he asks, already pulling you closer. you shoot a glance over his shoulder, and answer with a nod. “good,” he replies with a smirk before pressing his mouth over yours, with a passion that’s usually reserved to more private settings, not to mention his hands that shamelessly find their way to your butt. “porco we’re in public,” you giggle between two kisses, and you can feel his smile grow bigger against your lips. “that’s the whole point,” he answers, giving a quick look around as his arms tighten around your hips, “let them see i’m the luckiest guy here.”
— jean
• people wouldn’t really try to hit on you that often because it’s so obvious that you’re dating him
• he wouldn’t really be mad about something like that, if anything he’d be concerned about that person making you uncomfortable
• yet he wouldn’t want to make a scandal and make you even more uncomfy so he’d be kinda passive-agressive? like he’d offer to shake their hand and that handshake would be absolutely bone-crushing
• but it comes from a place of protectiveness more than anger
“are you okay?” he inquires as soon as you’re left alone with him, “they were hitting on you, right?”. you smile at the thought that maybe he shouldn’t have crushed their hand the way he did without being 100% sure that they were, in fact, hitting on you. “i’m good. they stopped being insisting after i told them i was here with my husband”. a blank look on his face, he stays silent for a few seconds, still processing your words. “wait. you meant me? i’m the husband?”. your hand finds its way to his as you reply with a chuckle: “that was the idea, yeah”. his blank look fades away so quickly you don’t even see it happen. “i like the sound of that,” he smirks, his nose practically touching yours now that he’s turned around to put both hands on your waist, “just give me a few months and you won’t have to lie anymore, ok?”. you slightly crane your head forward to leave a kiss on his lips: “good, i can’t wait.” and based on the look of pure bliss on his face, you figure that he can’t wait either.
“the cheapest ones jean”, you tell him, elbows resting on the handle of the shopping cart which he forced you to take. “we’re already short on money.”
“i wasn’t talking to you”, he lets you know as his eyes lower to the tiny person currently sat in the seat of the cart, chewing on a plastic frog, “so, which one, birthday girl?”
obviously he knows - or at least you hope he knows - that your daughter is physically unable to voice an opinion yet. but jean has done many incomprehensible things ever since she opened her eyes to the world for the first time exactly a year ago.
her chubby hand opens to wave excitedly in his direction, letting the frog fall at the bottom of the cart. like every time he enters her field of vision, the usually captivating details surrounding her suddenly cease to exist, and something lights up in her eyes when he picks her up with one arm to hold her against his hip. her purple checkered overalls contrast nicely with his plain t-shirt.
“i think she’s leaning more towards the blue ones, don’t you think?”, he asks you this time, and her happy babbling becomes higher when his voice reaches her.
it’s awfully tempting to remind him that, like the vast majority of the population, she won’t even remember her first birthday; but that’s one of the many things you’ve already told him countless times on your way to the supermarket. and he’ll hear none of it.
“oh definitely”, you reply, making him rolls his eyes in front of such sarcasm as he drops the sprinkles bottle in the grocery bag, which is already half-full with dozens of ingredients that were objectively unnecessary for the occasion, “alright, let’s go home now. that cake’s not going to bake itself”.
they both share a look. or rather, he glances at her and she has no choice but to look right back at him. perhaps it’s because they share the same eyes, but it sometimes feels like their eye contacts are an elevated form of conversation between the two of them. and you wouldn’t be able to tell who’s enjoying it more.
“well, someone’s impatient...”, he whispers to her, loud enough for you to hear as you push the cart past them. “but we still have to buy a nice candle for you, right?”
“jean...”, you sigh as you turn around, just in time to see him put her on his shoulders with disconcerting ease. “we still have the candles i bought for your last birthday, no need to buy a new one”.
you would love to sound more bothered by his irrational shopping list, but your daughter looks so ridiculously tiny, sat on his shoulders that are three times broader than her, that it’s hard to even keep a straight face. but it’s the way she quickly grabs a few strands of his hair as he takes his first step towards you that makes you break character.
“yeah but they’re orange”, he cringes, his fingers wrapping around her thin ankles to keep her steady, “it won’t match the sprinkles”.
oh, how you wish your friends would be here to witness this.
although, all things considered, you’re pretty sure they would all be too wrapped around her chubby finger to even think about teasing jean.
“i’m just kidding”, he tells you, but you’re pretty sure he initially wasn’t, and presses a kiss on top of your head, since leaning over to reach your lips would be too risky with her on his shoulders, “you’re right, let’s go home. besides, it’s almost nap ti-” but his sentence is left unfinished, interrupted by a slight wince from him, “ow! i think she just pulled my hair out”.
and just as easily as he put her on them, he gets her off his shoulders in a split second. she looks innocent as a lamb, a toothy smile upon her plump face. you remember jean’s mom telling you that her chubby cheeks reminded her of her son’s.
“wait, let me see”, you offer, stopping the cart before beckoning him to bend over and let you inspect the damage. “oh fuck”, you gasp, hand flying to your mouth, “that bald spot is gonna be impossible to cover!”.
the look of panic in his eyes doesn’t last long, and a sense of relief washes over him as he stands straight again.
“silly me, for a second i forgot i married the funniest person on earth” he smiles with a hint of irony in his voice.
“well, your daughter seems to find me very amusing”, you remark, chuckling at her happy giggles and the excited kicks of her feet.
he sighs and looks down at her, “i guess you two share a sense of humor...”. his eyes suddenly fill with empathy as he holds her a bit tighter against his chest, “poor thing...”
you’re quick to elbow him in the ribs, so quick he doesn’t even have time to dodge it for once.
but this did not escape a certain little girl’s attention, whose hands immediately lay flat on jean’s side as to shield him from you. a noise of disapproval escapes her lips, just as a proud laugh slips out of his.
“thank you, angel”, he tells her, leaving a loud kiss on her forehead, “daddy’s glad to see you have his back.”
you huff, but that father-daughter special bond is nothing you’re not used to. “and can i ask who has mine?” you ask as you give the cart a slight push.
“i do”, jean replies, making the most of now having a free arm to wrap it around your waist, where it sometimes feels like it truly belongs. “at least i’m pretty sure that’s what i said in my wedding vows.”
you chuckle with a nod, confirming these last words. they may be a few years old already, but you haven’t forgotten a thing about these vows.
“perfect answer”, you congratulate him with a smile that makes his heart soar in his chest, “well done mr. kirstein.”
↳ don’t even ask what’s up with me and hugging these characters lmao i just know they all deserve the tightest hugs ever
↳ jean, eren (HE’S FINALLY HERE YAY), pieck, connie
— JEAN
it’s really easy to know when jean has had a bad day, he doesn’t even try to hide it. so as soon as you catch him rubbing his tensed neck, or sighing more than usual, you know. “come here”, you say, sitting on the couch next to him with your arms wide open. “oh my god, yes please” he sighs in relief as he quite literally falls into your arms. it’s almost comical for you to be holding someone as big as him, and you know that he’s trying his best not to put all his weight on you. your fingers start to gently comb his hair, and in that moment you’re both very thankful for his decision to let it grow. “wanna talk about it?” you ask, and he shakes his head no against your shoulder: “right now i just wanna sleep for twelve hours and never leave that couch”. satisfied with his answer, you keep on combing his hair until his breath becomes steadier, occasionally kissing his temple: “sounds like a nice plan”.
— EREN
he won’t explicitly ask for cuddles, but will drop a few hints here and there, like laying down abnormally close to you. in that case, it’s usually your job to initiate something. “let me in” you tell him, shaking his arm to make him understand that he needs to lift it. and when he does, you’re quick to crawl under it and rest your head on his chest. “bad day, mmh?” you ask, your hand stroking his side. “the worst” he eventually admits, and you can feel his arm tighten around you, “stay here”. you smile at his words, it’s almost like he doesn’t know you: “i’m not going anywhere, you know that”. but just to be sure, he turns around on his side, holding you so close that you have no choice but to lay down on your side as well. his embrace is more secure now, and you notice that he’s closed his eyes - but he’s not planning on sleeping, if anything, he’s just waiting for his bad mood to slowly evaporate, like it always does when you’re so close to him.
— PIECK
pieck is a clever and sensible woman, if she feels that she needs physical affection after a particularly bad day, she will ask for it. “can i?” she tells you, but doesn’t really wait for your answer to rest her head on your lap, “thank you”. then she starts to absentmindedly fiddle with the hem of your clothes, and you can already feel her neck muscles relax. “anything you wanna share with me?” you ask, your fingers gently tracing the outline of her face. it doesn’t take much more to get her to talk. there’s something almost soothing in her way to tell you about her day; it’s a very matter-of-factly tone, because she knows that you’ll be able to guess which parts of her day were annoying to her. “i’m sorry to hear that” you tell her when she’s done, “wanna snuggle a bit closer?”. she nods in approval, turning around to face you. and her sleepy eyes look filled with love when she loosely wraps her arm around your waist, while your fingertips start to trace circular patterns on her scalp.
— CONNIE
he’s always so dramatic whenever you’re around, so you should expect the same energy when he asks for cuddles. “worst. day. ever. i think you gotta hug me hard enough to squeeze all the negative emotions out of me”, he tells you in a muffled voice since he’s already snuggled against you. “i see” you chuckle and wrap your arms around his chest, grabbing your own wrists to squeeze him as tight as you can, “is that enough?”. you’re surprised to notice that his answer is nothing but a light-hearted laugh, as he breaks your hug with disconcerting ease: “you’re so cute. A for effort. but let me show you what i meant”, he tells you, then proceeds to hug you so tight that you’re pretty sure there isn’t a single gap left between your bodies. “oh” is the only answer you can articulate, at least until he loosens his embrace, “i didn’t know today had been that shitty”. he sighs against your neck, and it sends a shiver down your spine: “yeah. but i think the hug i just gave you made me feel much better…”. it sounds like his sentence is left unfinished, so you give it a try: “… you wanna do it again, right?”. and he looks guilty as charged: “i kinda do”.
reblogs are always appreciated!
also- HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY <3 (i’m 20mn early tho)
↳ back by popular demand hehe | CLICK HERE FOR PT.1
↳ levi, bertholdt, mikasa, reiner (who has me running laps), sasha
— levi
• s4 has showed us that messy hair levi is superior
• but levi with wet hair??! and then he brushes it back with his fingers not to get his face too wet? hottest thing ever
• if it’s hot outside and he’s wearing a sweater, he’ll slightly tug on the fabric around the neck >>> (idk if you guys see what i mean but i rly hope you do)
• OR SOMETIMES HE LOOSENS HIS TIE WITH ONE HAND
• for some reason, levi being angry with someone on the phone sounds super hot. because he actually has to voice his annoyance, and not just roll his eyes or throw deadly stares like he usually does
• also, mr. levi ackerman doesn’t ask you out. he just takes you out
• “be ready at 7. i have plans for us” typa thing
• he also doesn’t ask if you’re cold and need his jacket, he just gives it to you without saying anything. and you better zip it all the way up or he’ll do it for you (i’m jk he’ll always do it for you)
— bertholdt
• bertie seems like a clean guy so i’ll bet you anything that his cologne smells like h e a v e n
• when you’re sitting on the floor and ask him to help you get up so he grabs your hand to pull you up on your feet, and when he does you can see the exact moment his arm muscles flex and it’s lowkey highkey super hot
• + his hands are HUGE? his fingers definitely reach the top of your head when he’s holding your face
• just his height overall tbh. the kinda guy who has to tilt his head down to look at you mmhhhhh
• he gives the best massages that’s for sureeee
• and he especially likes massaging your back because since you’re not facing him he feels confident enough to leave kisses on your shoulders
— mikasa
• when she cracks her knuckles and her neck i’m sorry but this is so hot
• mikasa wearing a suit. do i even have to elaborate???
• when she just finished her workout and she’s just walking around in her sports bra with a towel hanging around her neck
• ooh and when she smiles in between kisses :>
• in pt.1 i mentioned armin looking hot while building furniture, and i think mikasa would look hot too, but not for the same reasons
• armin would look hot being focused on the instructions, but mikasa would look hot carrying stuff that are three times heavier than her
• she also really enjoys carrying you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch, and she does it so effortlessly??
— reiner
• another member of the raspy morning voice gang, i just know it…
• lazy neck kisses in the morning can you hear me screammmm and he usually has his arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you close
• another thing he does is pulling you in by the belt or belt loops to get a kiss
• and since we’re talking abt kisses: he likes to kiss the back of your hand like the true gentleman he is... idk how but he makes it look so sexy
• REINER GETTING OUT OF A POOL?? I MEAN PUSHING HIMSELF OUT OF THE WATER? *aggressively fanning myself*
• when he’s focused on something and he unconsciously starts to stroke his stubble…. and it happens to look like… yk… like he’s stroking his neck a lil bit… yeah i’m gonna stop here.
— sasha
• when she helps you clasp a necklace and she lets her finger slightly brush against your skin :o it’s an out-of-body experience every single time
• you guys have many inside jokes together so she often winks at you, and when she does she always has a sort of mischievous half-smirk on her lips and ugh she’s just too hot
• sasha applying chapstick is a power move as well
• i mean, she always asks you which flavor is your favorite so OBVIOUSLY YOU FEEL FLUSTERED
• when she kisses you so passionately that you have to lean back a little bit, but she always rests a hand on your lower back to keep you steady!!
• loves loves loves to rest her head between your thighs when you’re cuddling, and that’s another moment when she brushes her fingers against your skin, or the hem of your pants (and it makes your entire body shiver omg)
↳ haven’t written in that format in a long time, purely self indulgent because it’s been 4 days since i’ve touched another human being lol 🤕
| long back hugs with cheek or neck kisses, arms crossed over your belly. sometimes swaying from left to right even if there’s no music playing. they rest their chin on your shoulder, quietly observing whatever it is that you were doing before they arrived.
↳ porco, armin, jean, erwin
| tight hugs, like they’re afraid you’ll disappear if they let you go. one hand resting on the back of your head as they whisper in your ear how much they care about you. their other hand is on the small of your back, making you feel safer than ever.
| spins you around in their embrace like they haven’t seen you in years. pause for a few seconds just to admire the pure happiness in your eyes, then proceed to pepper kisses all over your face, smiling when they feel your nose scrunch under their lips.
↳ colt, connie, sasha, hange
| lazy hugs while laying down, one hand slowly going up and down your back, the other one holding yours. together, you talk about anything and everything. your breath eventually synchronizes with theirs, and you let yourselves be lulled by the steady heaving of your chests.
↳ levi, jean, mikasa, eren, pieck
| side hugs, your head is resting on their shoulder and they’re holding you by the waist. they’ve put their jacket over your shoulders to keep you warm, like a second hug infused with their familiar smell.
-> just a cute little drabble to fuel my love and affection for this man
“welcome mr. springer,” you greet the man standing in the doorframe with a warm smile, and shake his hand as you let him come in. he’s neatly dressed, with his black suit and perfectly ironed white shirt. “would you like a coffee or a tea before we start?”.
“i’m alright, thank you,” he politely declines as you beckon him to sit down at the table, on which you placed all the necessary documents beforehand.
the way he rolls his shoulders back a few times as he sits on his chair would let anyone know that he’s not really used to wearing suits. but no matter how uncomfortable he might feel, the faint smile that’s plastered on his lips doesn’t falter once.
he’s got a cute smile, you think to yourself before removing the cap of your pen. and nice hands, you add as you watch him put them on the table, his long fingers intertwined.
your eyes lower to the piece of paper in front of you: his resume looks pretty solid, but you still need him to prove it.
“so, i’ve taken a quick look at your resume prior to our interview,” you begin, the tip of your pen hovering over the document, “i see you have quite a few experiences in the communication department already”.
his lips are still stretched in that barely noticeable smile, but he doesn’t reply. and you seem to be the only one bothered by the heavy silence that’s installing.
in fact, connie remains silent until you lift your head to look at him, letting him know that you’re expecting an answer.
“oh,” he sits a bit straighter when it finally hits him. maybe even too straight for it to look natural. “yes, yes i have. internships were… a good way to learn how to deal with clients”.
you mirror his polite smile, because he looks awfully unsure of the quality of his reply.
he’s really cute, you catch yourself thinking, again.
“i see…,” you nod and try your best to let nothing show, still dragging your pen along the resume. he seems to relax a bit, and his suit doesn’t seem as tight as it did before. “and why did you choose to apply to our company?”
he ponders over your question for a few seconds, leaning back in his chair as if to get a clearer view of the situation.
“well…” he clears his throat, “mainly because you have a nice ass”.
you drop your pain on the table, and it clinks against the wooden surface.
“i swear to god connie…” you heave a desperate sigh as you push your chair back: “you promised to take it seriously this time!”.
“i’m sorry!” he exclaims with a chuckle, leaving the kitchen table right after you. with great strides, he follows you to the living room where you plop down on the couch, “i was stressed, i needed to let it out some way!”
“oh so that’s what you’re gonna do tomorrow, mmh?” you ask, turning away from him as you turn the tv on. “ ‘excuse me mr. hiring manager, i didn’t mean to say you had a nice ass. it’s just my way of relieving the stress!’ ”
holding back another laugh, connie sits down next to you to block your view of the tv screen, right after having gladly taken off his suit jacket. only then do you remember how much his sweatpants contrast with the rest of his outfit. but he refused to change into something more appropriate, and you didn’t insist. the jacket and the shirt were already more than you would’ve hoped for.
“of course i won’t say that babe,” he assures you, his chin resting on your bent knee, “your ass is the only ass i look at. i swear.”
and, as smooth as ever, he spreads your knees apart to lie down on top of you. his big hazel eyes are now looking right into yours, it’s getting hard to stay mad.
“…promise?” you ask suspiciously as you drop the remote to rest a hand on top of his head.
“pinky promise,” he states, his cheek now squished against your collarbone, “i don’t even look at mine.”
your hand that was gently stroking his hair pauses for a moment. “now why would you wanna look at your own ass?”, you ask with a confused frown.
“excuse me? i have a fantastic ass and you know it. or else you wouldn’t slap it so many times a day,” he says with a quick roll of the eyes. and rightfully so. but it’s not your fault, he always wears those well-cut sweatpants that make his butt look way too good not to be slapped.
still, you’d rather shut him up with a kiss rather than admit it, and he seems to be more than okay with that.
connie’s kisses are always in contradiction with his usual mood. it’s what struck you the most when your lips met his for the first time, a few years ago: the gentleness with which his mouth moved against yours, like you were made of fine china. nobody could’ve guessed that his kisses would be so soft, not when he seems so hyper all the time.
but when your lips finally part, his energy seems to have matched that of his kiss. his voice is lower, and you know he’s not joking anymore.
“i’m gonna do my best tomorrow, i promise”, he tells you, “if that job is the only thing keeping us from getting married and buying a house, there’s no way i’m not gonna take it seriously.”
heat rises to your cheeks.
“i know you will, baby,” you assure him, sealing your statement with a kiss on his temple, “and i’m sure you’ll get the job. you have too many assets for them to turn your application down”.
“you mean, other than my fabulous ass?” he jokes again, and you chuckle at his stupid question. he always loves it when your laughs resonate in your chest, right against his ear.
“yeah”, you eventually reply, “although i have to admit, that one’s gonna be hard to top…”
“agreed.” he nods, and smiles to himself before leaving a trail of happy kisses along your collarbone.
but although your conversation has become lighthearted again, his plans for your future didn't fall on deaf ears. the mere thought of building a life with a man who loves you so openly, and so unapologetically, makes your heart soar in your chest.
you plant another kiss on his temple, holding him a bit tighter. “i love you, stupid”, seems like the best way to let him know how nice it feels to be loved by him right now.
he replies with another porcelain-like kiss on your lips: “and i love you, my sexy hiring manager”.
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dating armin
↳ aaaa tysmmm<333 also thank you for giving me the opportunity to share my love for armin :’)
↳ cw: modern!au for most of the hcs because i desperately need to picture him in a happy setting <3
connie version! jean version!
• i wanna start by saying this: dating him is life changing.
• you had no idea know how much you deserved to be taken care of before meeting him
• he just… he cares. SO FREAKING MUCH.
• he writes down every single thing he thinks is worth remembering about you: whether it’s appointments you have, important dates in your life, or just anecdotes about you that he doesn’t want to forget
• but you have to show that you care about him as well, because poor baby isn’t the most confident boyfriend ever
• hug him please. as often as possible. he needs a hug so bad.
• don’t be afraid to give him lots of physical affection in general, he prefers when you initiate it because he’s afraid he might make you uncomfortable if he ever does
• little spoon armin supremacy >>>
• he always nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck when you’re cuddling, it’s comfortable + it makes it easy for you to play with his hair
• after some time in the relationship, he even starts to leave small kisses near your collarbone, sometimes until he falls asleep
• he also loves to give you forehead kisses ever since you told him it made you feel like he was protecting you
• you often go on walks together. nothing extreme, just little walks around town during which he never lets go of your hand. it’s the only kind of pda that doesn’t make him blush like crazy
• obviously he’s always willing to read to you whenever you ask. and when he does, he always keep a pencil with him because he wants to annotate the book with every little remark you make :>
• that way when he reads it again on his own it reminds him of you <33333333333333
• his voice is just so pleasant to hear, it doesn’t matter how shitty your day was, there’s no way armin reading to you won’t make it better
• connie says you guys are like an old couple. and armin really enjoys it actually
• sitting on a bench for hours and feeding the ducks while talking shit about people, sending each other the weekly weather forecast to plan your walks, starting a movie but falling asleep after ten minutes… he likes to do these things!
• he’s so smitten that anything you do together is a blessing for him tbh
• but planning trips together is his absolute favorite thing to do
• the world is just so big, he wants to see as much of it as possible and he can’t even imagine not doing it with you
• oh also: !!!PICNIC DATES!!!
• he always does all the cooking because he’s just so excited for it he has to keep himself busy
• and then you both ride your bikes to the nearest park <3 (there’s nothing more precious than armin riding a bike change my mind)
• he takes so many pictures of you, and you take so many pictures of him (he’s so photogenic it’s insane, you can never take a bad picture of him)
• when he felt ready to tell you that he loved you for the first time, he wondered if ‘i’m in love with you’ might be better than ‘i love you’
• but he was so anxious that he ended up blurting out a ‘i love with you’, which made him facepalm so hard
• he then promised himself he would never mess it up again (he didn’t <3 he learned from his mistake <3)
• (and for the record, he prefers to say ‘i love you’ ;))
