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starter for @j8ger || Eren & Levi

For how long had he been dragging that worn-out body of his, with his head hanging low? Long before he lost to Zeke— long before the explosion that left him with a body that couldn’t anymore be trusted to protect anyone, to uphold the promise he had made. It wasn’t his body that had grown weary, but the soul residing within. When was the last time he had raised his head to look at the night sky? A sky he once was willing to sacrifice so much for. It had never looked like this ( painted in colors he had never seen before, each star replaced by a hundred more, as if within reach yet so far away ). This couldn’t be a creation of his mind, his imagination or a dream, yet that sky had blended with the memory of that day— the day before his first expedition beyond the walls.

He was sitting on the exact same spot, his body and soul younger by a decade, hatred as his fuel ( a different sort of hatred than what had driven him ever since Shinganshina ), that of someone who would not allow themselves to be stepped on, or let the world take what was precious to him— ever since that day, he had never been the same, for he had nothing else to lose. Farlan and Isabel were meant to come sit by his side. He’d complain about how the clouded sky looked no different from being underground, they’d argue and force him to admit his TRUST in them. Those would be their last moments together. But instead, Levi was sitting on his own, a figure standing behind him, watching his back. Eren. ❝ You shouldn’t be here, ❞ he said, acknowledging his presence. Why had Eren chosen this memory for them to talk? Would he also ask for his trust? If so, why would he do this on that same day Levi had unwittingly said the most painful goodbyes? To the last of his family, and to who he once was.

#j8ger #( i went for the talk in the paths )#( kept this short because i promised myself not to push myself today )#( but if you want to respond to this i expect to continue in much much longer length )#( hope that's fine! )#—◆ thread | the absurd hero’s refusal to hope becomes his singular ability to live in the present with passion #—◆ ic | that means i'm abnormal. . . probably because i've seen far too many abnormal things #—◆ levi & eren | quiet now— you're gonna wake the beast. hide your soul out of his reach #—◆ tba. ft. eren yeager.#—◆ tba. eren yeager (j8ger).

✿ very curious 👀 obvi we haven’t written yet but that just means anything is possible 🙂‍↕️

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[ comfort ] for one muse to stay the night with the other after a hard day // for sasu 🖤 you can pick who’s doing what, i can see it either way!!

Pressing pause on his game, Sasuke shoots his front door an affronted look. Who the fuck is at his house?

Last time he checked his phone, there were no new messages and he didn’t expect any. His friends had plans, and Eren’s work was picking up. He didn’t want to think his sour mood was related to that. Come on, he’s a fucking adult with his own life to live.

Right now that life is him playing his favorite zombie game with his fictional crush. With a fresh pair of jade nails because...just because. When the doorbell rings again he rubs his temples in annoyance. Maybe it’s delivery or some shit. Amaya rises with him, her white ears perked and tail starting to wag. Sasuke strolls toward his security tablet muttering under his breath. The sight that greets him has him adjust his glasses and stare.

What the hell? From the last few messages they shared, he was going to be busy all weekend. Sasuke removes all three locks to open the front door. Usually he’s the one over at their place, so this is…new. His heart annoyingly skips a few beats. Though once the surprise fades he’s quick to search their face for answers. Tracing their familiar curves and angles in a silent soft greeting. Sasuke easily notes deep new lines and their slumped shoulders.

“You look like shit babe.” Stepping aside, he motions for Eren and the dogs to step inside. Completely unaware of the endearment that slipped, too caught up watching his home fill up. He leads the way inside, giving each dog a welcoming pet before looking back at Eren. Purpose and determination light up his dark eyes.

“Alright, let’s take care of you.” He takes Eren’s hand and leads him straight into his dimly lit bedroom. Sasuke opens his closet and takes out a dark muscle shirt and sleeping shorts.

“Change into what you want,” he instructs, “I’ll be right back, I’m going to set up the living room for the dogs.” When Sasuke returns to them, he sees they’re simply sniffing around, exploring the new place. Amaya is hanging by Dieter, which draws a small grumble out of him. Ignoring that for now, Sasuke works on setting up a sleeping area for the dogs so they have beds and easy access to water.

Sasuke sits beside Klaus, ever since he came with Eren that night he’s felt this need to earn his acceptance. He mutters to him in terrible German, promising to take care of Eren tonight. The lessons are working! Looking up to see Eren at the doorway, both brows raise at seeing him in his clothes. Huh. He folds up the thought, slow and careful. Tonight is not the night for that.

Standing from his spot, he walks over to them and gives puts a hand on his stomach to nudge him back. “I’ll leave the door open so they can come and check up on you.” He keeps pushing Eren until he gets him in his bathroom. The lights stay off since the candles he lit earlier are still burning.

“I’m going to help you wash your face and get your hair out of that hold.” He says to not surprise them. Whatever Eren wants to handle on his own, he lets him and steps in only when asked. It’s a mostly quiet affair, which is broken intermittently by Sasuke’s low hums.

After giving him water Sasuke orders him into bed, it’s not as big at Eren’s but they make it work. Sasuke props himself up in bed, and pulls them to lay on top of him. He grabs the blanket but, almost tosses it away knowing how they both run hot. In the end he leaves it, finding it cozy for the moment.

Pressing their head to his chest, his arms wrap around them. As he feels them relax, he’ll slowly loosen his hold. He’ll scratch along their nape, trace his ears, and squeeze their too tight shoulders. When he sees their eyes flutter close, he’ll stick to one hand moving up and down their back.

Sasuke stays up for several more hours, reading his latest novel until he falls asleep sitting up. Yet his arms stay protectively wrapped around Eren, ready to fight anything that would dare threaten their peace.

@j8ger / injury/hurt prompts bc reasons

#j8ger #.answered [ sasuke ]#.ink stains [ modern ]#.erensasu [ all i got is this broken heart but you can have the rest of me / j8ger ]#yay sleepover!! :) when you said either way i was like huh let's stick'em in sasuke's place #it's a tighter fiiit but it's cozy! anywho we hope sasuke helped them feel better for the morning!#thaaank you for sending! ^^

79. our muses kiss for the first time ever. // for sasuke ♡ i keep sending you kiss prompts but hear me out. i imagine their first kiss is a combination of sweet and awkward but full of passion and just pent-up frustration because they’ve been trying to pretend like they’re not into each other, lol.

It’s been decided.

He’s got the nastiest fucking crush on Eren Jaeger.

Frontman to The Jaegerists. Badass rock-star with a track record as long as the Nile. Attractive. Talented. Gorgeous, and loved by just about every person and their mother. Sold out concert tickets. Crowds going absolutely insane for their performances. He could go on, but yeah…that one.

Sasuke wants to be mad, it be easier to deal with. Honestly he would be if he didn’t…if they didn’t have…whatever this is between them. Aeirth called it friendship. Are they friends? Somehow the label doesn’t really fit…not with what they’ve gone through together already. He took them in after they broke their foot during a performance, helped him get back on his feet ( literally). Then Sasuke called them in the middle of the fucking night after getting stabbed. The healing scar gives him a twinge of pain, to remind him exactly what all that meant to him. Someone other than Konan showing up for him. He didn’t ask anything, did what they needed to make sure Sasuke would come out of the situation alive. Not once did they get on his ass for it. Or if they did, he doesn’t remember. After all that blood loss, some details are more fuzzy than others.

Crossing his arms over chest, he sulks about the knowledge now hanging over his head. This is what he gets for going out drinking with the girls. They cornered him to pry about this budding ‘thing’ with Eren. After three drinks he spilled his fucking guts. Red flares over his cheeks, remembering exactly what he said to them. None of which will be repeated, ever. Period.

Rubbing at his cheeks, he looks around to make sure they haven’t showed up. Worst fucking luck on his end, after the girls pulled the confession out of him he had noticed that Eren responded to his text about meeting up the following day. They said yes to walking their dogs together.

Of course Sasuke asked this before he had met the girls, still completely oblivious to his growing feelings for Eren. Ugh.

Now here he is, waiting. Amaya sets her hand on his lap, sensing his distress. Sasuke looks down at her, scratching her white ears. It just hits him all over again, the crush, Eren, and everything. He leans forward to take her offered comfort. Pressing his forehead against the top of her head, Sasuke drops a soft kiss to her white fur before lifting his head.

“I do fucking like him baby,” he whispers to her. Who is she going to tell? Eren’s dogs? He sighs and lifts his head, only to freeze.

Annd of course he’s there. With as little clothes possible too, great. Sasuke wishes his sunglasses could cover his entire face, because it is completely red. Maybe they don’t notice.

“Yo,” he says rising to his feet, clearing his throat. Amaya stays at his side, tail wagging behind her at the new company. He adjusts his baseball cap, so the bill hangs over his face.

To avoid any aggressive incidents, they did discuss on how they walk together so the dogs could adjust to each other. Beginning with a greater distance, then the further they get into the walk they reduce it allowing the dogs to get to know each other little by little. Sasuke does have to give it to Eren, the way he handles all of them is hot. No, stop. It’s admirable. By the time they reach the end all six dogs seem to be getting along well enough.

The dog park is empty when they reach it, at least the area for the larger dogs. While they run around and play, they’re leaning against the fence watching in silence. This silence over them is comfortable. Another trait he…likes. As Sasuke fumbles with the thought, he shifts on his feet and accidentally bumps into Eren’s side. Maybe they think he’s starting something, because he’s shoved back. Earning some ire on Sasuke’s side, so of course he pushes back.

“I slipped asshole!”

That doesn’t solve anything because they continue to push each other, staring a round of rough housing. Until Sasuke slips a leg around Eren to try and trip them up, only he doesn’t anticipate Eren’s fast reflexes dragging him on top of him. Landing on them with a grunt, he lifts his head and finds his lips brushing against softness. When he registers jade eyes staring back at him, he jerks back breaking the short kiss. His sunglasses still on his face hide his wide-eyed expression. The warmth, the surprising softness to their mouth all swirls in his head. Mixes with all the other thoughts he’s had since last night and form the softest desire to kiss them again.

Heart hammering in his chest, Sasuke finds himself leaning in again. Eren doesn’t seem to be moving either and when his lips brush against theirs…Sasuke swears he feels pressure in return. Encouraged by the subtle acceptance, he presses his mouth more firmly against his. This time he’s able to fully savor the press of their mouth against his.

This is a first kiss, so they should be pulling back...right?

No that’s not happening. Ignited by the connection, heat and desire flare and shift the mood of the kiss. Desperation pumps between them as they begin to kiss like this will be their last. Sasuke drags his tongue along their bottom lip, seeking to deepen it. They’re almost there, catching the tiny movement of Eren’s mouth parting when several loud barks startle the both of them.

Sasuke pulls back, a ragged breath escaping him as he looks over his shoulder. All six dogs are lined up against the fence, watching them.

Oh. Right. He’s still on top of Eren.

…

Martial arts instincts kick in and he manages a swift move to get him back on his feet. He then helps Eren too and clears his throat. No words are coming to mind. His embarrassment is eating up any power for thought. Relying on instinct, he calls Amaya over and gets her leash back on her. Wow they did that with a whole fucking audience. Yeah it’s time go.

“I’ll text you.”

Yeah he's totally crushing on Eren Jaeger.

Fuck.

@j8ger / 100 INDULGENT TROPES

#j8ger #.answered [ sasuke ]#.ink stains [ modern ]#.erensasu [ all i got is this broken heart but you can have the rest of me / j8ger ]#im not great with ship tags but i hope this one is :3c #ANND I HOPE THIS OK FOR THEIR FIRST KISS!#AHHHH #i totally rambled...and sasuke is dramatic but i love him

SENDER drapes their coat over RECEIVER without comment // for sasuke, on an unexpectedly chilly summer’s night, where said jacket was probably the only thing covering eren’s top half anyway. lol

Sasuke knew the moment he woke up a summer storm was going to hit. A knack he’s had since childhood. His mother attributed it to his birth, he was born in the midst of a thunderstorm. She often mentioned as a baby, he’d turn to the window right before a storm and eventually fall asleep to them. Then as a kid he got struck by lightning, the marks along his left thigh never disappeared. He felt that pull become even stronger after that.

Of course when he looked out the window, he didn’t see a single cloud in the pretty Chicago summer sky. He knows he’s right though, the energy humming beneath his skin proof enough. It was going to be beautiful and he wanted to see it. Luckily there was one person he knew that had an amazing view for it. Picking up his phone, he sent Eren a text knowing it could be a while before he got a reply. It was pretty early after all. That meant he’d get Hana set up with Amaya, since he’s noticed when paired together Tsuki didn’t react to storms as strongly anymore.

[Eren 🦴🐶]: Let me come over later tonight. I want to see something from your balcony.

In the middle of an afternoon sketching session, he got his permission. The simple response earning more fondness that it should. He muttered something about ‘rockstars’ and their schedules. Shaking his head at himself, he responded with his ETA before going back to drawing. This upcoming client wanted a dragon and he was hyped for it, knowing who the inspiration was.

After getting enough progress, he began to get ready. Ignoring the way he lingered on what shirt to wear, he snatched a band shirt that he cut the sleeves off to. This would do. Grabbing a pair of ripped jeans, he slipped those on before grabbing his keys and wallet. He double checked on his dogs, making sure they were set in case he got home a little later. As for the cats, he knew Shadow was lurking having seen her streak across the living room earlier. Baka was napping on his bed. All set. Shoving on some high tops, he locked up and took off.

Looking up at the sky from Eren’s balcony, he sees the incoming clouds from his perched seat. Called it. Dieter is chilling next to him, Sasuke scratching along his ears. Though when he stops, he feels the husky shift beside him. Sasuke watches them sniff around, maybe they can sense the storm too? Before he can look at the sky again, his entire view goes dark. Everything smells like Eren, it’s far more comforting than he wants to admit. Warm sandalwood, traces of jasmine he can’t pinpoint from where yet, and lastly some faint smoke wraps around him. A scent he never liked much until this asshole.

Pulling back the jacket, it falls over his shoulders. A little large on him, but he’s always liked most of his clothed fitted. Sasuke tilts his head back to see them leaning against the doorway. Upper body suspiciously bare. His eyes trace the outline of defined muscle along their arms, chest, and abs. His cheeks flash with heat, his sudden staring catching up to him.

…was he caught? His lifts his gaze and sees Eren speaking lowly in German to Dieter. The husky’s loud whine of protest breaks the quiet mood of the storm and tickles a snort of laughter from Sasuke. The husky draws out a more firm command from his owner. The small German lesson’s Eren given him, Sasuke is able to pick up that he’s telling Dieter to head back inside. When Dieter finally listens, Sasuke’s the one with Eren's attention now. His stomach flutters.

Reaching back he lifts the hood of the jacket and sets it over his head, the jasmine scent is a little stronger. Is he hiding? Kicking that thought off a cliff, he works on fitting his arms through the jacket sleeves. The warmth of the coat settles over him, but it’s not what sends a spike of pleasure up his spine. No, he’s always ran hot. Getting him to wear jackets always turned into a battle as kid. It’s the fact it’s their warmth, Eren’s energy settling over his skin, like some kind embrace, like it belongs.

Taking a step toward him, the distance between them shrinks. The close proximity cranks up the building tension that's been between them. With only a small height differecet, Sasuke meets those pretty jade eyes. Finding a wind of confidence, Sasuke purposely let’s his eyes trail down to Eren’s bare upper half again. Lingering on their crossed arms, his pecs— fuck.

Fighting the urge to duck, he looks back up (a little arrogantly) while trying to prepare for what he’ll see in those intense eyes. His fingers curl into his fists to fight the sparks of his fingertips wanting to touch him.

“Did you run out of shirts again?” The change of topic loosens some of the building tension from his obvious staring, yet there’s still that unaddressed pull between them. Luckily the hood on his head feels protective, hiding the full extent of his interest. Well he’s hoping it does…

Thunder snarls along the sky, drawing Sasuke’s attention away for a moment. Distractedly he adds, “Are you done with your business call? It’s going to rain soon. I better get going before it really starts to fucking pour.”

@j8ger / RANDOM ACTS PROMPTS

#j8ger #.answered [ sasuke ]#.ink stains [ modern ]#so a few things: I HOPE I GOT ALL UR DETAILS RIGHT #ummm this got super long but i had a lot of fun writing sasuke just yearning over eren #sasuke done for idk even why he's fighting it #umm i borrowed one of the doggies...i hope that was okay if not let me know #i never been to chicago so pls excuse any mistakes that may appear now and in the future ( i will try to research but just in case)#ok i think that's it #oh pls excuse any grammar mistakes im gunna go eat now

ⅱ. 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 … … 𝙰𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 ⁽ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁾ 🇲🇪🇲🇪 🇨🇦🇱🇱. @j8ger 🖂 “ i can't decide whether you’re charming or frustrating. ” // to floch ♡ eren means this as a compliment. i think.

HIS LAUGHTER IS NOT WHOLEHEARTED , but sincere in its own way. Woefully inadequate, a choked softness that mixed amusement and ironic disbelief. A smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes , but his gaze remains permanently fixated, one brow raising in response. “ Is that how you've always seen me, or just now? ” Floch doesn't need an answer. It's filler to him, to momentarily drown out the thoughts. Speaking to Eren like this was never what he'd expected. If posed with this himself, he'd once claim Eren to be the latter ... and, himself included. Now such a thought wouldn't even cross his mind.

“ I don't care, you can view me as either. ” For Floch doesn't have a retort. Charming? He wasn't so sure. Once something he might have cared about. Insecurity might have crawled it's way into his skin, biting back at the claim ; why was he the frustrating one? It's bitter sweet, to have a moment to reminisce on the person who died on that battlefield with his comrades. But that version of him no longer existed. For now his heart beat with real purpose. And isn't that what they wanted?

The casual demeanour drops. Unconsciously tensing, dimmed focus now capturing Eren entirely. There's something maddening in the softness of his overwise piercing stare.

“ - no, that's not entirely true. ” Because out of everyone still alive, there was something different that captivated him. The childish stubbornness that he once saw when first gazing at Eren no longer applied. Who had changed, was it him, or Eren? Maybe both was true, maybe neither. DEFIANCE. Their eyes shared something in common now. Floch had hope carved into his heart whenever he was around him. A freedom that everyone else was now too ineffective to grasp onto.

A lump remains in his throat, but he doesn't swallow it down. “ Above any of that, I want you to see my resolve. ” Unwavering dedication and desperation, pitiful and steadfast ; it's irrational, unhinged, how brightly a spirit can shine in such a display. “ If that to you makes me seem frustrating or charming, then both are fine with me. ” Because that was a promise. He was not budging from the path he's chosen. All the way. Until the end, even if the world was against him, Floch would never leave.

#j8ger #✧˖*° floch.◞ ― 🇨🇭🇦🇷🇦 🇹🇦🇬 *ೃ༄#✧˖*° attack on titan.◞ ― 🇫🇦🇳🇩🇴🇲 🇹🇦🇬 *ೃ༄#( can't even be soft without looking just a little bit unhinged these days )#( its been a hot second since I got to write this boy AAHH )#( heart eyes @ you <3 )