levi finds no use for autumn activities. they're messy and generally serve no purpose. but with your hand in his, he supposes he can start to think differently of the season.
⤿ wc: 3.7k
ring bearers (canon)
married life was never meant to be easy, more so when your husband happened to be crowned 'strongest man alive'. what happens when your thirst for freedom threatens your own life--could his strength save you, too?
⤿ wc: 7.5k
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armin arlert
peanut butter kills! (modern!au)
armin hates bars. always had. they're too loud for him, too overwhelming for someone who isn't genetically able to drink most of the options. but with the pretty bartender concocting something just for him, he could be persuaded to stay.
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jean kirstein
muses and musings (historical!au)
a foreign painter from france has been sent to paint your picture--a task that's only supposed to take a fortnight. but when your sickness slows down the process and love bubbles through the cracks, is it still obligation?
⤿ wc: 8.3k
If God himself descended to Earth and offered Reiner the right to redo the past, to change things, to bring the dead back to life and life back to Earth…
He watched from the shadows as the slender body slept in bed, close to the lamp they had bought at the garage sale three days earlier. A great price, negotiated even lower, which had produced the most beautiful smile.
A hand emerged from under the warm blanket, and Reiner had the instinct to reach for it, to caress it tenderly between his own fingers. To place a diamond there, perhaps....
Reiner wasn't sure he would accept.
He wouldn't dare impose yet another danger on Bertholdt.
General Audiences | silly fluff from an aot actor au! | for @rose-tinted-vision
“Your hair isn’t a wig, Levi?” a crew member prompted.
Levi snorted. “I hate wigs.” He lifted a hand, quickly mussing his carefully arranged hair until it fell around his face. “See? It’s all mine.”
Eren nodded emphatically. “He can do all sorts with his hair, it’s really cool. One time we were staying at his house-”
“Twitter user itsybitsyspider,” Levi interrupted loudly, “would like to know how they made it seem like Eren had no hands.”
“It was my turn to pick a question!” Eren complained.
“You can pick two in a row after this one,” Levi said. “Now answer this one.”
“They covered my hands with fake meat,” said Eren.
“That’s a disgusting way to put it.”
“What? It’s true!”
“I know it is. Normally people say ‘it was prosthetics’.”
“What’s prosthetics?”
“What do you think it is?”
“Fake meat?”
“Fake meat,” Levi affirmed.
OR: actor au where noone is traumatized, noone dies, and levi is eren's tv dad
The camera blinked into focus, trying to settle on the moving figures within the frame. It managed to hone in on one face, a serious man with dark hair and a semi-permanent scowl sitting on a small cream sofa. The other figure, taller but clearly younger, was still moving too fast for the camera to pick them up.
“Sit down, Eren,” the first man said; the blurred figure slumped onto the couch. Finally, the image focused and revealed a teenage boy with wide eyes and an excited grin.
“Introduce yourselves,” a voice off-camera instructed.
“Hi everyone! I’m Eren Jaeger!” The teenage boy waved.
“Levi,” the older man greeted. His eyes snapped to whoeever was behind the camera, before he sighed and corrected, “Levi Ackerman. We’re in Attack on Titan, airing this summer.”
“Oh, were we supposed to tell them that?” Eren asked.
“Yes,” said Levi. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’ll remember it for next time,” Eren assured the crew, not noticing Levi mouthing no he won’t at the camera.
“Don’t worry about it,” someone from the crew repeated, laughter in their voice; Eren nodded, satisfied, and settled into his seat.
“Are we gonna get questions?” he asked excitedly.
“I hope so,” Levi deadpanned. “Would be a pretty bad interview without them.”
Another hand came into frame, handing Eren a bowl full of pieces of paper. “They’re the questions,” someone told him.
“Awesome! Taken from fans right?”
“Yes.”
“Twitter is an absolute wasteland,” Levi sighed, starting to fish in the bowl without moving it from Eren’s grasp. “Thank god I don’t run my own account.
“I run mine,” said Eren.
Levi paused his rummaging to pat Eren’s head. “Poor soul.”
“That might be an exaggeration,” Eren told him, “But there sure are some weirdos.”
Levi nodded solemnly, finally choosing his first question from the bowl. “Twitter user - uh - Gojo’s toes? what the hell - would like to know if anyone wears a wig on set.”
“Mikasa does,” Eren joined. “Her hair’s really really long and they asked her to cut it for the role - they were like it’ll grow back - and she said she didn’t want to because it was important to her, and they had this whole argument about it which was totally unfair because why did she have to cut her hair?? Why couldn’t they just give her a wig like they gave a bald cap to the guy who plays the drill sergeant - who’s that again?”
“Keith.”
“Yeah, Keith has hair, right? So why can’t Mikasa have hair? And it took so freaking long-” Eren was visibly colouring now, getting redder as he recalled more from the beginning of filming. Levi tweaked Eren’s hair a little; Eren took a deep breath. “Mikasa and Armin and Jean wear wigs,” he summarised. “And Erwin I think.”
“What he said,” Levi agreed.
“Your hair isn’t a wig, Levi?” a crew member prompted.
Levi snorted. “I hate wigs.” He lifted a hand, quickly mussing his carefully arranged hair until it fell around his face. “See? It’s all mine.”
Eren nodded emphatically. “He can do all sorts with his hair, it’s really cool. One time we were staying at his house-”
“Twitter user itsybitsyspider,” Levi interrupted loudly, “would like to know how they made it seem like Eren had no hands.”
“It was my turn to pick a question!” Eren complained.
“You can pick two in a row after this one,” Levi said. “Now answer this one.”
“They covered my hands with fake meat,” said Eren.
“That’s a disgusting way to put it.”
“What? It’s true!”
“I know it is. Normally people say ‘it was prosthetics’.”
“What’s prosthetics?”
“What do you think it is?”
“Fake meat?”
“Fake meat,” Levi affirmed, but not without a sigh directed at the camera. “Kids,” he tutted, shaking his head.
“I’m sixteen,” Eren told him.
“I’m thirty-five,” Levi replied. “You are practically a fetus.”
“You’re gonna die first, though.”
“I *BLEEP* hope so, kid.”
“Please don’t swear,” someone requested. Levi lifted a hand in apology, while Eren just looked smug.
“I won that one,” Eren insisted.
“Pick the next question,” Levi told him, which wasn’t really agreement; Eren seemed to take it, though, happily shoving his hand into the mass of paper.
“User lmfao-cheetos is asking if you and Mikasa are related,” he dutifully read out.
Levi shrugged. “Cousins. But obviously we’re so far apart in age, we don’t exactly know each other well.”
“They look alike, though, don’t they?” Eren grinned. “Seriouss and cautious and…what else?”
“Cilicious?” Levi suggested.
“Cili- no! Super goth!”
“I thought we were going for -ious words.”
“No.” Eren sounded exasperated. “I don’t even know what cilicious means.”
“Made of hair.”
“Seriously?”
“Ciliciously.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Eren sighed. “When people call you their TV dad, they are totally right.”
“What moron calls me that?”
“Connie-”
“Well, he’s always like that-”
“Jean, Sasha, Armin, Mikasa, me-”
“I physically cannot have that many TV children-”
“Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Ymir, Krista-”
“This is getting ridiculous-”
“And Erwin.”
“Okay, he has to be kidding.”
“I think he is, don’t worry. The rest aren’t, though.”
“See if you ever stay at my house again,” Levi threatened.
“He doesn’t mean it,” Eren told the camera, and started rummaging in the questions again.
“I do mean it,” Levi countered.
“Meh. Anyways, ketchuphater2006 would like to know if I am related to Mikasa. No I am not! Levi might be my dad but Mikasa will never be my sister.”
“You’re only saying that because you have a crush on her,” Levi accused. “And I’m not your dad.”
“I do NOT have a crush on her,” Eren said, face turning bright purple.
“Uh-huh.”
“I don’t!!”
“We believe you.”
“I DON’T!!”
“I said we believe you…does Mikasa know?”
“Ohgodihopenot.”
Levi’s smile was small - small enough that anyone could miss it - but the amusement in his eyes was unmistakeable. “Should I tell her?”
“NO!” Eren yelled, then slapped a hand over his mouth. “I mean. What would you tell her? I don’t have a crush. Haha.”
“We believe you,” Levi repeated condescendingly.
“Pick the next question,” Eren commanded, still slightly pink.
“Yes sir,” Levi deadpanned, delicately picking up the question on top of the pile. “User frozentoes - what is it with you people and toes?? - don’t answer that - would like to know if we are confirmed for a season two. Are you joking? You haven’t even seen season one yet.”
“We are,” Eren said. Levi slapped him upside the head. “OW! The studio released it on their instagram yesterday!”
“Weren’t you supposed to be studying yesterday?”
“What, I can’t take breaks?”
“Not instagram breaks. What is the world coming to?”
“Shhh,” Eren told him. “It’s called having fun.”
Levi stared at the camera in disbelief. “Are you hearing this?”
Eren laughed again, before Levi turned the disbelieving look back to him. Eren winced. “Uh oh.”
“Uh oh is right,” Levi agreed. “I hope to be hearing news of your A* next week, since you have time for instagram breaks…”
“I hate you,” said Eren.
“Then stop coming to my house,” said Levi.
“But then we’d never know that after you gel your hair you like to put it up into-”
yet another autistic office worker with a deep emotional attachment to characters and a dedication to daydreams! welcome to my special interest corner (weeb ver.)
i need real reiner fics. no more cowboy reiner, farmer reiner, even JOCK reiner (no hate they're good)... but i need EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE reiner. i need canon personality reiner. guys i'm tired of the real reiner fic drought if people love him so much than why aren't i finding any epic fics... (;"⌒")
“Little Forest” or the doctor Eren and mountain girl Mikasa AU — 1st snippet
A sudden shift in the air caught his attention. At first, he thought it was the wind, but then he heard it—a distant rustling, fluttering, and shivering from outside. It wasn’t the endless hum of the rainforest nor the whisper of leaves but footsteps. Light and slow. Moving far from the house.
Eren turned toward the window, catching the faintest movement beyond the tree line. A figure, barely discernible through the mist and foliage, weaving through the dense grove. He could make out only vague details: the sway of a basket hanging from an arm, the flash of something pale, like fabric, moving against the darkened greenery.
And then, just as quickly as he’d noticed it, the figure was gone.
He wasn’t sure why, but a shiver crawled up his spine. Not from fear, but something else. Anticipation, perhaps. So he exhaled, shaking his head. Long journey, new surroundings; it was probably just his mind playing tricks.
Eren decided to unpack what little he brought. Whatever—or whoever—he had seen, he’d find out soon enough.
However, even after unpacking, that unsettling feeling still clung to him—something he couldn’t quite name. Without a second thought, he shed his white jacket, leaving himself in just a shirt and suspenders, the cool air brushing against his bare arms as he rolled up his sleeves. He stepped through the window, large enough to let in a rush of fresh air and wide enough for someone of his build.
The moment he was outside the house, the air of the rainforest slammed into him: citrusy, moist, and oddly invigorating. It called to him, the rainforest, and without wasting time, he moved toward it. The thought of getting lost never crossed his mind as he ventured. With every step, the leaves rustled beneath his feet, insects hummed their serenades, distant howls of monkeys echoed through the trees, and the birds’ melodies wove a haunting symphony around him.
Little gusts of sunshine danced through the dense canopy, spilling down in golden beams that lit up the ferns and vines. Under the towering trees, the leaves shimmered, lush and green, with splashes of bright tropical blooms, glistening in brilliant reds and yellows. Some orchids were in bloom, their petals scattered across the damp floor, while the air was thick with the scent of rain and earth. How lush they looked; their purple and white faces turned towards the light. A few delicate bromeliads, too, by the path, with their red and orange, stretching towards the sun.
Eren felt suddenly excited, the colour rushing to his cheeks, emerald green gleaming in his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this—perhaps never, in fact. The sensation was foreign, unlike anything he’d ever experienced. This fresh world around him replaced the cold concrete of Liberio, the home he’d known. And he liked it; he really liked this feeling.
So he walked ploddingly, his fingertips brushing against the damp leaves. He didn’t quite know where he was going. Then, in the distance, he heard it—a faint sound that gradually grew clearer. The rush of water tumbling over rocks, carving its path through the floor. But then another sound emerged, soft and gentle, like a rising murmur, blending with the flow of the stream; something like a song.
As he walked, the sound of the stream grew louder, and soon he found himself standing on the edge of a small clearing. The air was thick with mist, and the roar of the waterfall filled the air, cascading over smooth stones in a frothy white rush. The water glittered in the sunlight, splashing against rocks, creating shimmering droplets that hung in the air like tiny diamonds.
And there, amidst the roar of the waterfall, Eren saw her. A girl. A beautiful girl. Perhaps the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on.
She stood there, unaware of his presence, her back to him. Her ivory skin shimmered with droplets, cascading over her like a liquid veil. Her long, ebony hair clung to her skin, falling in wet tendrils over her shoulders. The mist swirled around her like a soft veil, giving her an ethereal, almost unreal quality.
The sound of the waterfall masked the soft rustle of his footsteps, but still, his heart began to race, almost pounding in his ears. And there was a flutter of pang of something twisting in his stomach. His thoughts scrambled, torn between disbelief and an almost primal awe. Could this be real? Was she real? Because she was so perfect, so impossibly serene, that for a moment, Eren wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him.
“In a forsaken cabin, tucked away and old...” A soft, haunting melody drifted to his ears, her voice flowing through the air as she cupped her hands, lifting water to her face in a soothing motion. “Alongside their child, the days went by. Her father’s shadow in her eyes.”
For a long moment, he simply watched, transfixed by her movements—movements so fluid that quite didn’t seem human at all. Her body seemed to merge with the water, her delicate form rippling and shifting as the waterfall washed over her.
But then Eren stepped back. A twig snapped underfoot, loud in the otherwise quiet world. He stood frozen, unsure whether to step forward or to retreat. His instinct told him to leave, to give her privacy, yet his eyes refused to look away.
She seemed to stand still and Eren’s breath hitched in his throat as she turned her head slowly. He froze, barely daring to breathe. His heart hammered in his chest as he held his place, hidden behind the thick brush, praying she hadn’t noticed him. And she seemed to not do so, for with a speed that seemed unnatural, she ducked behind the veil of the waterfall, vanishing into the mist as if she had never been there at all.
content: sfw, female! Reader, fluff, bit of smoking mentioned <3
Mikasa’s strong. Like, really, really strong. She’s effortlessly able to pick you up. The ease of doing so always leads to her swooping you up in her arms when you’re too tired to walk up the stairs of your shared loft. She adores how soft you look in her arms.
Mika’s obsessed with your cooking. OBSESSED. Coming home to a warm plate of food you fixed for her after a long hour at the gym is like coming home to heaven. She’ll definitely make sure you know it, too.
Also because she can’t cook to save her life.
She’s definitely the type to be up at the ass crack of dawn. I’m talking 5:30 am, going on a morning jog, heading to the gym, working on something hands-on.. or sometimes just for the sake of being up. She always makes sure to give you a kiss before she leaves, of course.
Her phone is filled with pictures of you. All 1,209 of ‘em. Her lock screen is her favorite one, where you’re smiling and so beautiful in the pretty beach dress you wore when she first asked to be your girlfriend. It was your senior year of high school, and ever since then you two have been inseparable.
You’ll say something about a new TikTok challenge or a new meme you found while scrolling on Instagram and she’ll nod at you without a clue. She’s a bit behind on pop culture references and things like that :(.. Probably because she’s always off doing something productive.
She’s big on games— especially storymodes, though she doesn’t mind the occasional online multiplayer ones. Any free time she’s got is gonna be spent on her PC playing video games. Usually Red Dead Redemption 2, The Last of Us, Life is Strange.. sometimes Fortnite (she’s definitely a chapter 1 season 1 player don’t play w herr). Every once in a while she’ll force you to play something together. Scary games in particular. God, she loves making you play horror games.
“Im scared! Miki where did that thing go? It was just—,” suddenly, the monster jump-scares you and you’re screaming— almost falling off your girlfriend’s chair. You stare at the screen with a pounding heart and furrowed eyebrows, noting the ‘respawn’ button as you were killed for the millionth time now. You huff in frustration.
“Bye! I am not playing this game no more.” You turn to face Mikasa, when you see her laughing.
You cross your arms. “What’s so funny!?” Mika tries to stop giggling, but the cheeky pout on your face only makes her laugh even harder.
“‘M sorry, you’re just too cute. We can play that roblox game now if you want.” Mikasa giggles, as she exits off the game for you. Pressing a sweet peck to your nape, she gestures for you to flip your position on her lap. Now straddling her waist, you sigh with relief as she rubs soft circles onto your back, thankful that horror is over.
With a calmer heart, you turn to log into your account on the computer. “Let’s play Dress to Impress?”
Giving your cheek a little kiss, she whispers, “Whatever you want, baby.”
She’s very easily flustered. You would tell her she looks pretty and she’s already turning red. It’s adorable how bashful she gets 😭
She’s very, very, veryyy protective. Sometimes even too much. Always has you plastered to her, with an arm around your waist or a possessive hand around your hip. She never leaves you out of sight, even if its a quick grocery run or a shopping day at the mall— you’ll be right in front of her, and she’ll be right behind you. She always has a glowering look on her face, and if her overwhelming body language didn’t scare away lingering stares, then the threatening look on her face sure did. She’d never want anything to happen to her precious girl :(
That also applies to her doing absolutely everything for you. Carrying a bag? She’s got it. Need to run a quick errand? Don’t worry, she’s already grabbed the keys. Too tired to walk up the stairs? She’ll carry you. Heading to book an appointment for a massage? Like hell she’s letting someone touch you. She’ll have the 5-star experience at home.
Her physique is sooo delicious. She’s got strong arms, toned legs, defined abs.. she’s just so fit. Always sends you pictures of her at the gym, all sweaty and pretty for you.
Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, gently caressing your back.. she lovess to feel you relax in her touch. Really, it’s cause she loves to always have her hands on you. You’re just too gorgeous.
Loves back hugs. There’s just something so sweet about being able to hold you so tenderly, pressing warm kisses to your neck. Definitely her favorite type of hug.
Has to have you sat on her lap. There’s just no other way. When you watch movies together, play video games, when you’re having a quick smoke sesh, when you’re kissing— she’s always gonna have you pulled right onto her. She loves seeing you sat so prettily on top of her
LOVES when you get a new set of nails. Bonus points if they’re long, charmed ones. They feel so good when they’re wrapped around her pretty neck when your making out.
Kissing you is her favorite thing; if it’s on your lips, on your cheekbone, on the spot right in between your eyebrows, anywhere on your body— but she especially loves to kiss your neck. Always before going to sleep, she’ll make sure to snuggle up real close and litter you with kisses all over your face and neck before letting you rest. she just loves you too much
Mika always makes you feel loved. Whether that’s through sweet gifts she spoils you with, thoughtful gestures, passionate kisses, or loving words. She’s just perfect.
A/N: HI BABIES!!! I apologize for the fat text coming up. it’s been one hell of a 2 years. this was just rotting up in my drafts, along with countless other works i haven’t had the time nor motivation to finish. so so sorry for the late response nonnie. this isn’t proofread, and unfortunately isn’t too organized either. the writing and characterization might also suck.. as it’s been quiteee a long time 😅. also, i didn’t use the “Girlfriend!Mikasa who (..)” start.. but i think i might for other works in the future?? would you like that? lmk! I feel like tumblr has moved on from the usual bullet point nd dump haha. sorry again sweetheart! hope this was alright for uuu <3 i will try my hardest to be more active for u guys soon!! MWA💋💋