#jeanmika

[samthechaotic]

There's this part in "Forget Her" by Jeff Buckley that goes: "Tell yourself over and over, you won't ever need her again. But don't fool yourself. She was heartache from the moment that you met her. Oh, my heart is frozen still as I try to find the will to forget her somehow. She's out there somewhere now" and if that is NOT jeankasa i don't know what else is.

[formikabymika]

isayama was so funny for making a breakfast club parody and having jeankasa look like the canon couple in the movie

gothkasa calling bad boy jean out for his facade of being a bully and jean realizing that gothkasa says she doesn’t need friends because she wants to isolate herself… that jeankasa emotional catharsis argument we were robbed of in canon💔

isayama cmon don’t be shy let’s finish school castes i see what you want to do. let’s have mikasa and jean fall in love but don’t give the goth a makeover this time.

[bwaunnyjen]

Jeankasa wip that i'll never finish 💔 anyways i love them sm.

[autumnweeen]

“Mikasa wears pink on her wedding day because it’s her favorite color, because she wants to, because it makes her happy, and Jean can’t take his eyes off her.

Instead of something blue, a little piece of her red scarf is sewn onto the bodice of the dress, close to the heart, since it’s in part because of him that they get to have this.”

At the Beach, In Every Life - Now Complete

Summary: Love arrives again, quietly, in shared smiles and shared grief,

in deep conversations and naps under a tree.

Love heals and teaches gently that it doesn't have to sink its teeth into you just to prove it's real.

Or

How Mikasa Ackerman falls in love again, and Jean Kirstein discovers he was never over her.

Rated M | 6 Chapters | 58k Words

Wedding art by @weis_sen on X

Cover art by @anka.sketches on IG

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81687041/chapters/214856956

[autumnweeen]

The epilogue of my Jean/Mikasa fic will be posted soon!

Rated M

5/6 chapters out, 53k words, friends to lovers slow burn

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81687041/chapters/214856956

Cover art by @anka.sketches on IG

[formikabymika]

jeankasa-ish face claims from the 2007 romcom the detective

thank you lucy liu and cillian murphy for being jeankasa-ish enough to feed my shipping delusions

[formikabymika]

Post-rumbling jeankasa going on a rollercoaster ride when a fair comes to paradis (the peace talks sponsoring a cultural exchange or something like that) and mikasa’s hair has gotten so long jean is afraid it’ll get stuck on the ride so he holds her hair for her but has to let go because they’re both screaming so much

Former teenage ODM prodigies losing their minds on a rollercoaster oh i love middle-aged jeankasa enjoying some little things in life

[autumnweeen]

At the Beach, In Every Life by AutumnWeen

Chapter 5 is live on AO3

Mikasa knows that to keep him, she has to tread lightly, has to wait for the right time to confess how she feels.

“You need time.”

“Yes.”

“And you know that won’t change who I am, right?”

She doesn’t understand the question, and he reads her so well that her confusion is a message written on her face. 

“I’m not him, Mikasa.”

“I know.”  

The disappointment in his features lasts but for a second, but it’s long enough for her to see. Her eyes widen, and quick, shallow breaths begin to bubble in her chest. 

“I don’t want you to be. Is that what you think I want?” 

“I don’t know, so what then? What are we? Who do you need me to be?”

‘𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘯. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘯,’ she thinks of saying, but she has made this mistake before. 

There’s a time Mikasa remembers well, a moment when she was too scared to admit how she felt, too shy to let Eren know what he meant to her. It’s something she’s had to live with, and it’s not a misstep she plans to take again. 

Her hands wrap around the scarf and take it off, leaving her neck bare.

His eyes, full of naked longing, follow the movement; the surprise evident on his face. 

“𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢.”

Her name sounds like a plea said with the sort of pain she has come to know well.  

“What do you want from me?”

“𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨,” she breathes.

Art by @anca.sketches on IG

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81687041/chapters/220304521