Reiner buys you soooo many things. He never comes over empty handed. Whether it be little trinkets, blind boxes, CDs, jewellery or his favorite: flowers. He can NOT stop thinking about you whenever he's out and he can pinpoint whether you would like something or not perfectly.
Levi:
Levi talks through the language of flowers. He expressed his deep love for you through the veil of flowers.
Pink camelias when you weren't dating yet; morning glory after your first date and a bouquet of heliotropes, red roses and red salvias for your anniversary.
jean:
Jean brags about you to ANYONE who will listen. The way he talks about you is tooth rotting sweet. From your beauty, to your work ethic, to your intellect, to your quirks: there is nothing that he does not praise.
Armin:
Armin draws portraits of you. The pages of his sketchbook at first only see your face occasionally, but the longer you two date, the more drawing and paintings he has of you. Every curve and wrinkle is depicted perfectly with precision that makes the angles sing.
Zeke:
He filled multiple journals with poems about you after knowing you for less than a year. And even when poems aren't explicitly about you,your influence and the love he feels for you shines through every line.
zeke refuses to open up, what is there to open about anyway? he thinks it's pointless, so he doesn't even try. it's best that no one outside of the marleyan higher ups know anything too personal about him anyway.
getting zeke to open up while in a relationship with him is a bit challenging, he's not sure where to start, or if he even should start.
you feel it's best not to rush him, so after a while you just stop asking.
sometimes, zeke's thoughts keep him up at night. a weird mix between his continuous night terrors and darkening thoughts. though, he sees a light at the end of the tunnel; one that wasn't there before.
he was so sure that nobody in this world would ever be able to understand him or his pain, much less try to. not after mister ksaver's death. but you're relentless,
zeke loves you, that's for sure. but relationship dynamics confuse him.
it's only then does he wake you up in the middle of the night, lighting a small candle and laying his head in your lap.
his shell finally begins to crack.
a/n﹕something small compared to the levi one, i didn't want to make this one as long.
「Moments that made AOT Characters fall in love a little more for their s/o」
⤷ Levi
he falls in love a little more when he realizes that just your presence comforts him. you don’t even have to try; just being around you gives him a sense of security, like nothing in the world can hurt him while you’re with him. it’s moments like when he wakes up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, and feeling you next to him calms him down, or when he comes home after a hard day and you are there with open arms to welcome him. sometimes you don’t even need to be physically close to him; just little moments like sniffing your scent on something make his chest tighten and heat up, like you’re really there. that’s enough to make him fall in love with you a little more, because it’s in those little moments that he realizes that you are his home.
⤷ Eren
it's when he knows he can be vulnerable around you; it's when he feels like you're his safe haven. he hesitantly tells you something he's never had the courage to tell anyone before. and instead of backing off or saying something silly, you just nod your head lightly while looking carefully at him, listening to everything he has to say. and he makes a sound that is almost like a laugh – half surprised and half delighted. and he realizes at once how special it is, how special you are, how light he feels after letting it out. and oh, he thinks. if he wasn't sure before if he's in love with you, he is now. so desperately, gratefully, and blissfully in love.
⤷ Mikasa
she falls in love a little more when she catches you looking at her with so much love and sparkle in your eyes. no matter what she's doing, you always look at her with that genuine love and an indescribable sparkle in your eyes that always makes her heart race in her chest and a small smile appear on her lips. it reminds her that she is loved for who she is and that he couldn't be happier to be yours.
⤷ Armin
it's when you start planning a future with him; the two of you are lying in your bed while staring at the ceiling, it's 2 am and you can't stop talking with a genuine dreamy smile on your face about how much you want to be happy with him and live all your dreams together. he smiles as he caresses your hand and you turn your face to him - a gentle, passionately soft expression and a genuine smile on his face as he stares at you with twinkling eyes, as if he doesn't want this moment to ever end.
⤷ Jean
it's when you say "i love you" during the kiss; your smile that always makes him melt appears on your lips before he kisses you again, and it makes a shiver run down his spine and his heart race. the way those words come so pure and sweet from your lips and always make him fall in love with you even more.
⤷ Connie
he falls in love a little more when you share a bed for the first time. there's something about falling asleep and waking up next to you; maybe it's how innocent and peaceful you look while you sleep, maybe it's the way you mumble something meaningless while you sleep, or the way your body fits so perfectly with his, (he just wants to hold you forever) it's that moment when he feels he is absolutely where he wants to be.
⤷ Porco
when he realizes that even after so much time together, your love for him hasn't changed; it's the little things like when you welcome him home with open arms every day, little kisses on his forehead and lips as a way of saying goodbye or hello, or the way you look at him with eyes shining with pure adoration and love. it's the little things that prevailed and that made your love stronger every day. and he couldn't be more in love and happy.
⤷ Zeke
he falls in love a little more when you do your own thing together; on calm and lazy days. he's reading some book and you're doing your own thing, just sharing a calm and peaceful atmosphere that makes the two of you relax. love need not be loud; often floats peacefully in the air, along with the sounds of pages turning and soft, barely audible hums. it's moments like these, when he feels more in love than ever and thinks to himself while looking at you with eyes shining 'so this is what it feels like to want to be with someone forever...'
➼cw: fluffy fluff (as fluffy as it can get with zeke), could be canonverse cuz its ambiguous
➼wc: 1,5k
➼a/n: hoho im on the roll, winter gives me strength; divider by @/benkeibear
Frost stubbornly clings to your clothes even as you enter the warm shelter of your house. The air surrounding you is still fresh and crisp, a pleasant feeling safe from its biting cold.
Shaking the snow off your boots, you do a rush job of unlacing your shoes with your very much stiff fingers to escape into the saving warmth of the room.
“The next time you get the bright idea to go for a walk in the snow, be so kind as to check the forecast beforehand,” your voice doesn't betray any annoyance with Zeke, not because it isn't there, but because it boiled out nearly an hour ago. The relief of finally being home is too overpowering for you to muster up irritation all over again. “Suggestion for a suggestion box, you know?”
As you decide to make your way to the kitchen, a line of outer clothing forms behind you. The snow, stuck to the fibers, already melts in the high temperature of the room and is bound to soak your clothes should you not hang them out in front of the heater, yet this barely makes it into the list of your current worries. All you want now is a cup of hot tea, coffee, cocoa - whatever the cupboard holds at its disposal, it just needs to be scorching hot to warm you from the inside out.
You can almost discern him huffing at your proposal - either that or it can be a shadow of laughter. For all you know, he’s found the visual of you waddling through the snow as the blizzard raged on quite amusing. Mayhaps it’s been his plan all along, to drag you out outside just to revel in the sight of you struggling against the elements.
“Yeah, tell me about it,” he answered in kind, stomping his feet a bit too thoroughly to get rid of the snow. “As we both know, I was sitting inside the whole time and mocking your misfortunes.”
Well, cold certainly hasn’t dulled his poignancy.
With a counter-quip dancing at the tip of your tongue, you turn around to face him - only to see nothing but the snow powdering his form. An unbidden smile graces your lips at the sight of this second layer of clothing, dusting it with white frost. Even his hair and beard aren’t safe from the fluffy flakes sticking to them, maybe even more so than other parts of his body. After all, he can always take off the outer layers covered in snow just like you’ve done a moment ago, hair and beard - not so much.
Too bad he can't see you approach, a spark of endearment pooling in your eyes. His glasses fogged up the moment he stepped into the house.
“Look at you,” you half-tease half-flatter, holding up a finger to the flushed tip of his nose. “At least the weather treated us equally shitty.”
Your comment falling on deaf ears, he promptly rejects your touch by brushing off your hand. Unlike you, Zeke actually has enough decency to undress in an orderly manner and put his clothes on a hanger instead of the floor. An impressive fit, considering the partial blindness he is currently experiencing.
As he bends down to unlace his shoes, you can't help but laugh at the way he's peering over his glasses, desperate to find the knots to untie. Knowing full well how unwelcoming he is to your touch, let alone affection, you nevertheless have the audacity to reach down to ruffle his hair still powdered in snow. Most of the snowflakes you shake off shower the floor around you two, with some landing on his lenses. Still, he says nothing to repel you - perhaps he's staring daggers at you, but you wouldn’t be able to see them behind those glasses.
Maybe it’s the recent cold leaving you wanting for more spice (as if barely getting out of the blizzard hasn’t been enough), but you feel brave enough to crouch down beside him. Eyes fixed at his brows he’s been furrowing ever since you approached him. Evidently, his inability to watch you is quite unnerving to him.
“Why don’t you take them off for a second?” you suggest with a smile, already reaching your hands towards the metal frame, “I can even be so gracious as to clean them for you.”
Before you can though, he smacks your hands away. Not hard, but assertive enough to make his discontent with your ill-conceived action known to you. Doesn’t mean that it stops you from smiling at him. It’s quite a challenge to get your point across if the most expressive feature on your face is now reduced to a pair of foggy circles.
Standing up, probably to get away from you, he crosses his arms over his chest as he scoffs at your sudden bout of cheerfulness. “Hands off my glasses. I know you too well not to expect you to leave a smudge on the lenses. And guess who would be the one to wipe it off?” The way he crinkles his nose at you fails to deter you and if anything does the opposite as you now want to tease him even more. “Just don’t touch them, they'll get cleared up in a moment.”
With that, he attempts to push past you, but you've already decided to torment him relentlessly, sensing his susceptibility to it today. Having caught a glimpse of his irritation, you now crave to witness it in full display. And here you thought that it would be the other way around today.
You stand in his way, a complacent grin plastered across your face and eyes burning bright with challenge - not that he can see it anyway. Contrary to his reassurance, the glass lenses don’t show even the slightest hint of clearing up, if anything, they’ve gotten cloudier ever since.
The annoyance in his posture is palpable as you press your palms against his chest in a feeble attempt to prevent him from going away. Lucky you - he puts up with your schtick just the right amount for you to get away with this.
“Come on, we both know that you don’t really need them,” you rebuke in a soft tone, reaching for his glasses again.
This time he lets you, although very reluctantly. Maybe the pros of giving in to your whim outweigh the cons of being hounded with your nagging should he refuse your touch.
“Come on,” you nudge further and he relents, bowing his head ever so slightly to grant you more access.
The metal frame feels cold as you grab it, and with an awkward, not-so-smooth motion, you slide the glasses onto his head. Meeting his gaze isn’t something you anticipate so the sight of his blue eyes staring back at you catches you by surprise.
Now, his eyes stand out even more against his features, rosy from the cold. It’s been quite some time now since you’ve been given an opportunity to look at them up close, let alone without the barrier of the lenses. Even the peevishness he is trying so hard to convey to you through the gaze alone is unable to obstruct the clarity of their color, as fresh as the winter sky.
Again, you send him a curt smile in hopes he responds in kind. Only he doesn’t budge at this display of sentiment. He must be very cross with you to warrant such a lack of positive reaction then, evident in the way he purses his lips and quirks his brow at you, looking forward to seeing your whim to subside sooner or later.
“Maybe I don’t mind a stroll in a blizzard every now and then.” As you muse to yourself, your fingers delicately trace the space where a subtle blush dusts his features. “If it means seeing you like this.”
Just as you're poised to playfully tap his nose, he unexpectedly leans forward, stealing a quick peck on your lips. As often happens, especially when he isn't careful (just like a moment ago), the coarse hairs of his beard prick your chin. You recoil instinctively, fingers reaching to your face. Before you can say something, your brows knitting together in understandable confusion, he shoots you a smirk. Now it’s his turn to flick you on the nose.
“This,” he declares, while scanning your features, “is my rightful compensation for having to endure your obnoxiousness earlier.”
Even as he utters those words, not a hint of irritation darkens his tone. Sliding the glasses back on his nose, he shoots you a grin before walking past you - the lenses have already cleared up enough for you to notice a glint of complacency shining in his eyes.
Well, if this is the price for you to be insufferable then who would you be as not to accept this generous offer, you muse to yourself as you follow him into the kitchen.
Hiii I sent in this ask earlier but my app crashed so Im not sure it actually got in so IM SO SORRY if this is my second time requesting this. >.<'' ANYWAY, Ive been in a really bad mindset lately and I was hoping you could do headcannons for Reiner, Porco, and Zeke with and S/O who is super self conscious about their body? Thank you for your time! <3
of course! hope you like it and i'm so sorry for all the waiting! i hope it's good and please let me know if something is stereotyped or offensive and i'll change it asap
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Reiner
makes sure to remind you all the time how beautiful you are. he does it almost unconsciously, praising how you look on your outfit, how soft your skin is and how every single inch of it is made for him to touch, kiss and adore. He insists that, if you're healthy, your body doesn't really matter. He will love you in any way for who you are. The light of his life and his treasure. He's always noticing some behaviors on you that ring his alarm, and he makes sure to pay attention to you and ask you if you're alright, talking about how your behavior changed and why you did that, trying to help as much as he can to avoid anything bad happening to you.
Porco
he knows the long battle with mirrors at home. that's why he leaves post-its for you to read on them every time he sees one at home. colorful papers praying things as "you're beautiful" or "you look nice". He firmly believes that accepting bodies nowadays is way more complicated because of the social media pressure to reach naturally impossible body shapes, and he wants you to stay as far from social media lies as you can. no instagram today, you two are playing a mario kart championship today and the winner gets to choose today's movie for movie night.
Zeke
He seems like the most goofy man of them all, but he deeply cares for you. he's always silently observing you, analyzing your words and behaviors, and entering on a calm dialogue with you so he can understand you better and try to make you feel loved and cared for. the reason behind his actions - behind the desire to help and the worrying, there's love. The biggest he has ever felt for another person, and he won't let the bad feelings win against you. with every kiss, with every hug, he reminds you that you're stronger than all those monsters, and that you're capable to overcome them and love yourself as much as he loves you, and he's gonna stay with you all the way.
no anon you’re so right actually and bc you said it here are hc i wrote last night + this morning
pairing: zekexreader
genre:hc, sfw/nsfw
cw. gn ig but “pussy” is used and reader has the ability to get pregnant (??) if that’s important to anyone (ability like it’s a quirk lol) fluff+ (little bit of smut if you squint. dirty talk ,cum (?) talk whatever you wanna call it) below the cut
an . eremika is canon here bc i said so and i love them so you will read it.
an.2 ngl first one is me projecting bc i do that all the time LMAO. so is the korn joke it’s a joke i made irl and i thought it was fucking hilarious.
zeke.. is a stupid man sometimes really. he knows he’s blind as all hell and yet every morning without fail doesn’t put his glasses on and will stay that way for hours.despite barely being able to walk around the house without squinting. he.. insists on looking out the window to people watch.“someone moving in next door?”“no honey that’s a food truck”
likes burnt bacon?? idk i wrote this in the middle of making breakfast. yk that like olive theory thing where it’s like. person a hates olives and person b loves them therefor forming the perfect alliance. yeah corny but that’s you two. you hate burnt bacon and yet still occasionally burn it. he like, definitely only ate it at first bc you felt bad but after a while he starts to genuinely like it.
zeke loves loves to read with you. yk those like weird old dudes with like, secret libraries and offices no is allowed in. weird set up for this ik. but that’s not zeke like at all. you are more than welcome to “book shop” the tightly filled shelves. he will stay in there for hours and you really don’t want to disturb him. but he gets excited every time you do. letting you sit on his lap ice melted in his glass of scotch once you get his attention cause you told him to read you to sleep which he absolutely will. sometimes he wishes he could do the same with the kids you don’t have yet.
speaking of kids. oh brother he’s so good with kids. now to be fair having kids isn’t a big conversation in your household. you’ve had it before yeah but you’re both just kinda like, “i mean.. i guess?”. though you both can agree being the cool aunt and uncle is more than enough. but oh does that biological switch click when you see him with his nieces. now your brother in law is not a bad dad no not even close, but he has his struggles as a “girl dad” sadly. sparking a extremely close bond with zeke and his twin nieces. during your weekends with them you find them with perfectly ironed matching dresses and if you wake up late their hair is done in some brand new style too?? it.. is weird bc when did he take the time to learn how to braid?? you don’t even know how to braid. it’s sweet tho and pulls you to solidify your feelings of staring a family. don’t tell him tho because he will make it happen right where you stand.
he love love loves picnics. idk tbh i feel like it’s natural that the jaegers like picnics. anyway, when it’s not spring showers all week he’ll wake up early to make a basket. he would love going in the morning but after awhile you can’t handle being a morning person, so you settle for “brunch time”. if you’re out of groceries will opt in for heading to the farmers market ,cooking together at home and moving your picnic to your backyard. yes it was your first date if it isn’t obvious already.
actually maybe it’s just me but i think that zeke fully believes he’s like a comedic genius. he can’t go a second without making some corny ass joke. convinced he actively tries to get you with deez nutz jokes. like this man is literally a man child.“you know i don’t care for corn…actually i really like that band” “jesus zeke…” the room would probably be silent if he wasn’t already laughing hysterically at himself.
oh my god his morning voice. his voice in general actually like that rasp he has (from all those damn cigarettes probably) is just knee buckling. you hate when he talks too close in your ear. gives you a full body reaction just from him saying good morning. it just..sometimes he just sounds really sexy and you can barely focus.“so like fast forward a day later i told- are you even listening?”“hmm? yeah i’m listening hun” you weren’t, not at all. there isn’t a single part of this conversation you can remember the only thing in your mind is the filth that was falling out of his mouth last night. voice deeper, primal even while he fucks you. “yeah,that’s right keep begging for me just like that”“that deep enough for you hmm? greedy thing”“more huh? don’t start complaining when it’s too much”“you crying? shame, you asked for it so take it”“perfect pussy and it’s all fucking mine” “all mine to cum in too yeah?” “fuck- you like that don’t you? being full of me, s’filthy i love it”
hneycxmb™ circa:4.22 no reposts/ translations without credit reblogs appreciated :’)
laying across his lap, one of his hands resting within yours while he reads his book with the other. you would brush your fingertips across the top of his hand, gently brushing across the veins that lay beneath the skin, his knuckles, dropping down to run over his fingernails, poking his fingertips with your own. ‘what’re you doin?’ he mumbles, smiling to himself when you turn your head from his lap to look up at him. your other hand comes up to stroke his cheek, playing gently with his beard. ‘relaxin.’ you reply, the softness of your voice giving him little butterflies. ‘yeah? like playin with my hands?’ you nod and turn back, paying attention to his fingers again. he gives you a soft boop on the nose before letting you continue your fun.
