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✧ aot headcanons — after they get injured on a mission ✧

they come back hurt and suddenly you’re one step away from losing it: Levi, Erwin, Connie, Jean and Armin

✧ Levi Ackerman ✧

he tries to walk it off

of course he does.

blood at his side, uniform torn just enough to matter, expression completely unreadable

you catch it instantly

“…stop.”

he keeps walking

so you step in front of him

“i said stop.”

he pauses, slowly looks at you

“…it’s not serious.”

you don’t even entertain that

your hands are already on him, pulling his jacket aside just enough to see the injury

“…this is not ‘not serious.’”

he exhales through his nose

“…i’ve had worse.”

“that’s not the point.”

your fingers are careful, precise—but there’s tension in them

he notices, of course he does. he doesn’t argue this time

doesn’t pull away

just lets you guide him down and lets you clean it

quiet

still

watching you the whole time

“…you’re being rough,” he mutters

“you’ll live.”

“…i will.”

You pause

then—

your hand lingers at his jaw

just for a second

before you lean in

pressing a quick, soft kiss near the corner of his mouth

barely there

he stills

completely

“…what was that.”

you don’t pull far

“…you scared me.”

his gaze shifts

something softer—brief, hidden

then—

“…i’m not going anywhere.”

you hum quietly

“…good.”

but his hand comes up after that

light

catching your wrist for just a second longer, like he doesn’t want you moving too far

⸻

✧ Erwin Smith ✧

he’s standing when you find him, talking like nothing’s wrong. Giving orders like he didn’t come back injured

But you notice anyway

you always do

“…Erwin.”

he turns slightly

“…it’s under control.”

you step closer

already reaching for him

“you’re hurt.”

“…it can wait.”

“no, it can’t.”

there’s a pause

then—

he lets you

just like that.

you guide him to sit

your hands steady as you clean the wound

focused, careful

but your jaw is tight

and he notices

“…you’re upset,” he says quietly

“i’m focused.”

“those aren’t the same.”

you don’t answer

but your touch softens slightly

when you finish

you hesitate, just for a second

then lean in

pressing a soft kiss to his cheek

gentle

brief

he stills

just slightly

then his hand comes up

resting at your waist

“…i’ll be more careful,” he murmurs

you look at him

“…you’d better be.”

he smiles faintly

and before you can pull away—

he tilts his head

pressing a slow, reassuring kiss to your temple

⸻

✧ Eren Yeager ✧

he doesn’t say anything when he comes back

too quiet, too still

“…eren.”

he glances at you

“…it’s nothing.”

you’re already in front of him

hands on him, checking anyway

“you’re hurt.”

“…i’ve had worse.”

“sit.”

a pause… then he does

no argument

just listens

you clean the wound in silence. your hands careful, but tense

he notices

“…you were worried,” he says

not a question

“…yeah.”

a pause

“…i’m here,” he murmurs

when you finish

you don’t move right away

you lean in

press a soft kiss to his cheek

he stills, then his hand comes up resting at your jaw and he kisses you back

slow

brief

deliberate

“…don’t worry so much,” he says

“…then stop getting hurt.”

a faint smile

“…i’ll try.

—

✧ Jean Kirstein ✧

he’s trying to play it cool

he really is

but the limp gives him away instantly

“…jean.”

he straightens

“it’s not bad—”

“you’re limping.”

“…barely.”

you step closer anyway, hand brushing his side. he flinches just enough

and you narrow your eyes

“…sit.”

“i can—”

“sit.”

“Yes ma’am.”

he listens

immediately

you kneel in front of him, checking the injury

focused

quiet

and he’s watching you the entire time

“…you’re worried,” he says softly

“obviously.”

“…kinda like it,” he mutters

you look up

“…jean.”

“what? it means you care.”

you shake your head, trying not to smile

but your hands are gentle

lingering

and when you finish—

you don’t pull away right away

neither does he

there’s a pause

then he leans down slightly, just enough—

and kisses you

soft

quick

then again

a little slower this time

“…i’m okay,” he murmurs against your lips, you exhale softly

“…i know.”

he smiles

and presses one more kiss to your forehead

⸻

✧ Connie Springer ✧

he’s trying to joke about it

even while he’s bleeding

“it looks worse than it is, i swear—”

“connie.”

he stops

immediately

“…yeah?”

you’re already pulling him down to sit checking him over

“…you’re hurt.”

“i mean—yeah—but i’m still alive, so—”

you give him a look

he shuts up

“…okay. okay.”

you clean the wound, focused

and he’s watching you the whole time

a little quieter now

“…you really freaked out for a second there,” he says, a small grin tugging at his lips

“of course i did.”

he softens a bit at that

“…guess that means i’m important, huh?”

you sigh, shaking your head

but your hands are gentle

careful.

when you finish

you lean in without thinking

pressing a quick kiss to his cheek

then another

he lights up instantly

“…wait—do that again—”

you laugh softly

“you’re unbelievable.”

“i’m injured,” he says, grinning. “i deserve it.”

you roll your eyes—but kiss him again anyway

and he leans right into it

smiling the whole time

⸻

✧ Armin Arlert ✧

he’s quiet, too quiet

that’s what worries you

“…armin?”

he looks up, small smile

“…i’m okay.”

you don’t believe it

not even a little

you kneel in front of him, hands already checking for injuries

“…you’re hurt.”

“it’s not bad—”

“still hurt.”

your voice is softer, but steady

he doesn’t argue

just watches you

the way your hands move carefully

“…i didn’t mean to worry you,” he says

you pause

“…you didn’t”

he knows that’s not true but doesn’t say anything about it

instead—

his hand lifts

resting gently over yours

“…i’m here,” he says

you look at him

and something in your chest eases

just a little

you finish patching him up

then you lean in pressing a soft kiss to his cheek

then another

gentle

reassuring

he freezes for half a second, then relaxes completely

“…that helps,” he murmurs

you smile softly

“…good.”

and he leans just slightly into you after that

✧ Whiskey & Moonlight ✧

(NSFW +18)

A interaction between you and Gojo at the bar that leads to him taking you home

the bar was loud.

too loud.

music, laughter, boots scraping against the floor—everything blending into one messy kind of chaos you were already a little tired of.

you were halfway through your drink when someone slid into the seat beside you.

“that taken?”

you didn’t even look at him. “the seat or the drink.”

“both.”

that made you glance over.

and-

oh.

white hair. messy but intentional. blue eyes that didn’t match anything else in the room. relaxed posture like he owned the place without trying.

and the hat.

of course there was a hat.

“…no,” you said. “but it is now.”

he grinned. “good. i’d hate to take something that wasn’t offered.”

“that didn’t stop you from sitting down.”

“you didn’t move.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you’re very confident.”

“i’ve been told that’s a good thing.”

“depends who you ask.”

he leaned his elbow on the counter, turning just enough toward you.

“so what would you say?”

you took another sip of your drink, pretending to think.

“…i’d say you’re one sentence away from being annoying.”

he laughed—low, easy, like he enjoyed that.

“only one?”

“don’t push it.”

“too late.”

you shook your head slightly, but there was a smile there.

—

Gojo’s apartment door crashes open, You and Gojo stumbling in, a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses.

Clothes are shed in a hurry going everywhere.

hands groping, bodies pressing together.

Gojo lifts You, pushing you against the wall, his cock already hard. He slides into you with one slow steady thrust, no words exchanged, only ragged breaths and hungry gazes.

His hips move, fast and hard, building friction. You dig your nails into his back, your moans filling the room.

Gojo grunts in your ear,

his thrusts becoming more insistent,

more demanding.

Fucking hard and fast, you could hear your bodies slapping together, the sound of your fucking filling the room as your orgasm builds, your body tensing, your moans growing louder.

Gojo leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Come for me, babydoll," he grunts, his voice a dark command.

You scream, body spazzing, orgasm ripping through your body, legs shaking. Gojo follows.

he pulls out, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking fast and hard. He comes with a groan, and finishes on your stomach.

He catches his breath, then heads to the bathroom, grabbing a wet rag. He returns to you, cleaning you up gently.

✧ “Using Their Full Government Name” — AOT Boys Reaction ✧

You saw a TikTok trend and decided to test your luck: Levi, Erwin, Connie, Jean and Armin

✧ Levi Ackerman ✧

You: “Levi Ackerman.”

He pauses mid-step.

Slowly turns his head

“…What.”

You fold your arms. “We need to talk.”

His eyes narrow immediately. He scans your face like he’s assessing a battlefield.

“About.”

You sigh dramatically and look away.

Silence stretches.

He steps closer. Not rushed. Controlled.

“If this is about something I did, say it.”

You stay quiet.

His jaw tightens slightly.

“…Don’t start acting strange. I don’t have patience for games.”

There’s tension there. Subtle.

When you finally laugh and tell him it’s a prank—

He stares at you for a full five seconds.

“You’re irritating.”

But later that night?

He’s closer than usual.

Just in case.

⸻

✧ Erwin Smith ✧

“Erwin Smith, sit down.”

He actually does.

Immediately.

Hands folded. Calm. “You have my attention.”

You almost lose it right there.

You start acting distant. Serious. Vague.

He studies you the entire time.

Not defensive. Not upset.

Analyzing.

After a minute he gently reaches for your hand.

“If something is troubling you, I’d prefer honesty over theatrics.”

When you admit it’s a prank—

He smiles.

That soft, rare one.

“I see. A social experiment.”

Pause.

“Well played.”

Then he absolutely uses it on you a week later.

⸻

✧ Connie Springer ✧

“Connie Springer.”

He gasps.

“What did I do.”

Immediate panic.

You refuse to answer.

He starts listing things.

“Was it the bread? I didn’t eat the last piece— okay I did but I was gonna replace it—”

You stay serious.

He looks genuinely stressed.

When you finally break and laugh?

He dramatically falls to his knees.

“I THOUGHT I WAS ABOUT TO BE SINGLE.”

Then he pouts for the rest of the day but won’t stop hugging you.

⸻

✧ Jean Kirstein ✧

“Jean Kirstein.”

He squints. “Why are you saying it like that.”

You cross your arms. “Just wanted to address you properly.”

“Oh hell no.”

He stands up immediately.

“What did I do. Tell me what I did.”

You shrug.

He runs a hand through his hair. “I swear if this is about me teasing Eren—”

You stay silent.

He leans closer.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

When you laugh?

He groans loudly.

“I knew it. I KNEW it was one of those stupid trends.”

But he’s blushing.

Hard.

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✧ Eren Yeager ✧

“Eren Yeager.”

He stiffens

“…Why are you saying it like that?”

You stay distant.

He gets defensive immediately.

“If you’re mad, just say it.”

You shrug.

He steps closer, frustration rising.

“I don’t like not knowing what you’re thinking.”

It actually hits deeper than you meant.

When you admit it’s a prank?

He exhales sharply.

“That’s not funny.”

But he pulls you into a tight hug anyway.

Like he needs to make sure you’re still there.

⸻

✧ Armin Arlert ✧

“Armin Arlert.”

He blinks.

“Oh.”

He overthinks instantly.

“Did I miscalculate something earlier? I can fix it.”

You keep acting serious.

He gets quieter.

More anxious.

“I… I didn’t mean to upset you.”

The guilt hits you immediately.

When you laugh and say it’s a prank?

He sighs in relief.

“You scared me.”

Then softly:

“I don’t like when you pull away like that.”

✧ 𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝘼𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✧

The night he chooses you — without saying it

The argument isn’t even yours.

It’s in the strategy room. Voices raised. Tension high after a failed expedition.

You’re standing near the back wall, arms crossed, listening while two squad leaders debate blame.

Levi is at the head of the table.

Silent.

Watching.

Someone mentions your name. Not accusing. Just stating you were “out of position.”

Your jaw tightens.

You don’t defend yourself.

You don’t need to.

But before you can speak—

Levi does.

“They followed my orders.”

The room stills.

One of the squad leaders blinks. “Captain, we weren’t saying—”

“I know what you were saying.”

His tone is calm.

Too calm.

“If there’s a fault, it’s mine.”

Your head turns toward him sharply.That’s not true. He knows it isn’t.

But he doesn’t correct himself.

The conversation shifts. The blame redirects. The meeting moves on.

But your heart is pounding for a completely different reason.

⸻

Later that night, you knock on his office door.

“…Enter.”

He doesn’t look surprised to see you.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say quietly once the door shuts.

“Do what.”

“Take responsibility.”

He continues signing paperwork.

“You’re in my squad.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

He pauses.

Slowly sets the pen down.

Now he looks at you.

“And what did you mean?

You step closer.

“They were questioning me. Not you.”

A beat.

“And I answered.”

“That’s not answering. That’s shielding.”

His eyes narrow slightly.

“You’re observant tonight.”

You exhale softly.

“Why?”

There it is.

The question that’s been sitting between you for months.

Why you?

Why the subtle protection? The longer glances? The way he positions himself near you during briefings?

He holds your gaze.

And for once—

He doesn’t deflect.

“…Because,” he says evenly, “if someone is going to question you, they’ll go through me first.”

Your breath catches.

“That’s not protocol.”

“No.”

Silence fills the room.

Heavy.

Intentional.

He stands.

Walks around the desk.

He steps closer. Not enough to crowd you. Just enough that you feel it.

“You think I do that for everyone?” he asks quietly.

You shake your head.

“Good.”

There’s no arrogance in it. Just certainty. You say his name softly.

Not “Captain.”

Just “Levi.”

His expression changes at that. Barely. But you catch it.

“I’m not carrying you,” he says evenly.

A pause.

“I’m choosing you.”

The words are calm. Measured. Like he decided them long before he ever said them.

Your pulse stutters. “You’re dangerous when you say things like that.”

“Tch.”

But he doesn’t move away.

Instead his hand lifts briefly — like he’s going to touch you — but stops halfway.

He redirects.

Fingers brushing lightly against your sleeve as if fixing a wrinkle that isn’t there.

A quiet excuse.

“You’re overthinking this,” he mutters.

You look at him. “Am I?”

His hand lingers just a second longer than necessary before dropping back to his side.

“I don’t speak unless I mean it.”

Soft.

Certain.

daryl dixon x reader headcanons

(the “he acts like he doesn’t care but would absolutely burn the world for you” edition)

first of all… daryl does not “flirt.”

he huffs.

he grunts.

he stares.

that’s it. that’s the flirting.

—

• you’re cold?

his jacket is suddenly in your lap.

“don’t start,” he mutters if you smile too long. already looking away. acting like he didn’t just give you the only warm thing he owns.

—

• physical touch starts accidental.

your knees bump.

he doesn’t move.

you lean into him. he stiffens — then relaxes.

his arm settles around you slowly. thumb rubbing small circles without him realizing.

if someone points it out?

he’s gone. pulling away like he’s been exposed.

—

• you get hurt?

“i’m fine.”

“didn’t ask.”

he’s already kneeling. hands rough, movements gentle. jaw tight if you flinch. like he wants to fight whatever dared to hurt you.

—

• he doesn’t say sweet things.

he shows them.

better portion of food.

standing slightly in front of you.

always knowing where you are.

if he can’t see you? he’s tense.

when he does? his shoulders drop.

—

• nighttime is softer.

you curled into his chest.

his arm tight around your waist. protective even asleep.

you wake from a nightmare?

“hey… ain’t nothin’ gonna touch ya. not while i’m here.”

✧･ﾟ: The Way He Looks at You :･ﾟ✧

Rick Grimes x Reader

Summary:

Rick Grimes has survived by locking his heart away—but in Alexandria, with Y/N beside him, the feelings he’s been avoiding grow impossible to ignore.

fluff | romance | alexandria

P.S- this is my first fanfic so IM SORRY IF ITS ASS

Rick notices it before he ever admits it.

The way his eyes search for Y/N the second he steps through Alexandria’s gates. The way his shoulders loosen just a little when he sees them safe. Rick tells himself it’s responsibility. Leadership. Habit.

But it isn’t.

It’s something deeper. Something he carries with him everywhere.

Tonight, the sun is just beginning to dip below the walls when Rick finds Y/N sitting on the steps outside one of the houses, knees pulled close, watching the sky turn soft shades of orange and pink.

“You always pick the quiet spots,” Rick says, voice low.

Y/N looks up and smiles—and that’s it. That’s the moment. Rick’s chest tightens like it always does, like his heart is reminding him it still knows how to feel.

“Figured you’d find me,” Y/N replies.

Rick nods, sitting beside them. “I always do.”

There’s a pause—comfortable, warm. Rick rests his forearms on his knees, hat tipped forward slightly. He wants to say something meaningful. Something honest. But honesty scares him more than walkers ever did.

“You know,” Y/N says gently, “you don’t have to keep watch every second.”

Rick lets out a breath. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “But when I do… I like knowing you’re close.”

Y/N turns toward him then, expression soft. “Rick…”

Rick lets out a quiet breath, eyes still fixed on the street ahead.

“Sometimes,” he says, carefully, like he’s testing the words, “I catch myself thinkin’ about you when I’m not tryin’ to.” His jaw tightens slightly. “On runs. When I’m plannin’ things out. Even when it’s quiet.”

He shakes his head once, almost to himself. “Ain’t distractin’,” he adds quickly. “Just… there. Like my mind checks in.”

Rick finally glances at Y/N, just for a second. “Guess it helps,” he murmurs. “Knowin’ you’re okay.”

Y/N shifts closer, their shoulder brushing his.

“I don’t mind,” they say softly.