ˢˡᶦᵍʰᵗ ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗᶦᵛᵉ, ᵐᵃʲᵒʳᶦᵗʸ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

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men who keeps a picture of you in his wallet; the picture visible when he pulls out his wallet to pay

men whose personality is about you. social media, camera roll, and even lock screen have pictures of you on it

men who are very tender about you; who never tell you no. whatever you want you can have. that overpriced 30 dollar candy? grab it. another pair of the same shoes you have at home? already being bought in your size.

men who are sensitive to your emotions. you're happy? he's happy. you're crying? he's doing everything in his power to fix it. pouting because you want something? he's getting it for you right now.

men who boast about you to anyone that'll listen, always finding a way to bring you up in a conversation that has absolutely nothing to do with you.

men whose facade falls once you tilt your head at them ever so slightly, a please leaving your lips.

men whose friends joke that you're the one that wears the pants in the relationship

suggestive undercut!

men whose neck is littered with hickeys and marks from you

men who grin when his friends point out the scratches on his back. that say he looks like he's been mauled. and he only smiles because it was you who did it--with the same set of nails he just paid for

men who always have to touch you--doesn't matter where. standing up? hands on your hips. on the couch? his arm is around you. in the bed small spooning? his hand is inside your shirt

men who crave with need for you

men who absolutely adore you

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Bokuto, Hinata, Kuroo, Oikawa, Yamaguchi, Connie, Armin, Jean, Gojo, Yuji, any character you like!

i just finished my rewatch and i hate everything so here r some relationship hc’s to cure me

eren bf headcanons part 1 & part 2

EREN.

first and foremost LOVES south park and has mastered the cartman voice and annoys u with it constantly

not a complete disaster in the kitchen despite what you might think, he has an apron that says ‘kiss the cook’ and if u don’t kiss him he follows you around whining like a toddler until you have no choice

big fan of laying down and putting his entire body weight on you. it doesn’t matter how hard you smack him, he will not get off of you!!! and if you bite or lick him he’ll take that as an invitation if u know what i mean

really sensitive heart :( he doesn’t like it, but he cries easily and is quite hard on himself. likes to be pampered from time to time and reminded that you love him. head scratches in particular make him melt

prefers nights in as opposed to going out and dressing up and all that. why would he put on pants and spend a bunch of money on a meal in a stuffy restaurant when you two can lounge in your underwear, eat pizza, and play video games together?

that being said, he DOES like going out for the sole reason of coming back, taking off the outfit that you worked so hard to put together, and messing up your hair wink wink

let you take him to get his first piercing and was kind of a weenie about it but REALLY likes how he looks with it

there are no boundaries between you. if you’re on the toilet, he’s sitting on the bathroom counter telling you about his epic victory royale against jean last night. if he’s sweaty from the gym you’ll tell him exactly how stinky he is and he’ll laugh as he picks you up and hauls you to the shower with him.

ARMIN.

runs long, intricate dnd campaigns with you and the scouts. he’s SO good at coming up with twists and turns and tying everything together. he says he’s fine if you want to romance another player’s character but also coincidentally always has an npc that you can’t help but fall for

doesn’t have a whole lot of belongings aside from books so whenever you two move in together you kinda have free reign of your home. all he asks is that he has a bookshelf all to himself. or two. and a space for his lucky coffee mug.

he grew up with just his grandpa, so it was really hard on him when he passed. he really enjoys spending time with you and your family, regardless of whether it’s dysfunctional or not. he’s at every holiday, charming your ornery grandparents and reading to your little cousins.

if you’re a homebody, he’s kind of a nag about getting you outside at least once a day. he gets a couple of chairs for your porch and you guys eat dinner out there a lot and watch the sun go down while you talk about your days

loves an afternoon nap. if you don’t have anything going on during the weekend, he undoes the bed (that he makes every morning) and cracks a window open and he’s dragging you to lie down with him while a video essay plays on his phone in the background

big pasta guy. prefers a light sauce, like a butter-based sauce or wine sauce. bad day? spaghetti. great day? penne. if there are no dinner plans, he’s probably already deglazing a pan with a bottle of pinot grigio and boiling fettuccine. ugh malewife

also surprisingly handy??? he thinks of fixing things or hanging pictures like a geometry problem so as long as a project doesn’t require like. a jackhammer. he can get it figured out

really into historical dramas!! he thinks documentaries can get a bit boring but he likes watching dramas or reenactments and then researching the differences between the show and reality.

JEAN.

big vinyl guy!!! somehow not in a pretentious annoying way (most of the time), he just has a cool turntable setup and a good collection of records spanning everything from miles davis to noah kahan to the saturday night fever soundtrack. he likes putting on some oldies and dancing around with you

no place is too far for him to drive to get you. if you're an hour away and drunk off your ass with your friends you tell him you'll just get an uber home and he says "over my dead body" and gets in the car immediately to get you. doesn't care if it's 3am

on that note he'll also drive your friends home too. yes he's the guy that does stuff for your friends too because if they're important to you they're important to him!!! he gets them birthday gifts and pays for their food if you go out together

had a phase where he was WAY too into hair gel/wax until you had to tell him he looked like someone out of west side story. to this day connie calls him 'grease lightning' much to jean's dismay and your delight

unfortunately he takes up the whole couch. he's just tall and all legs and he can't make himself compact so he makes up for it by letting you lay on top of him or sit on his lap. plus you can pick whatever movie you want

doesn't ever really get insecure about your relationship. why would he be concerned over the guy at the grocery store asking for your number when you come home to HIM and the weekly bouquet of flowers he gets you?? (however, said grocery guy is getting fucked up if you so much as whisper that you're uncomfortable)

if you guys decide to have kids, he is SUCH a good dad!!! he has those kids on his shoulders at the amusement parks and they have matching outfits and everything. when they're teenagers he's great about laying down the law without being a jerk about it. cries at every wedding

really loves when you get new clothes and come home and model them for him. especially if you happen to have a cute new set of lingerie for him to wolf whistle at. most of the time this results in him whisking you off to the bedroom hehe

CONNIE.

thinks you two are the funniest pair alive and is constantly saying "we HAVE to start a podcast babe" and then you tell him that the world doesn't need another couples podcast but he's convinced that you two could actually make it big

in my mind connie is at least half latino (i'm texan and i say he's from the rio grande valley bite me!!!) so he is constantly bringing home food that his abuela and tias make. tamale season is so peak you guys are stocked for months

he's really good at skateboarding but terrible at trying to teach you how. "just flip the thing and land" and you try and he's like "no the OTHER thing here let me show you" BUT! if you finally land a trick he's whooping and cheering and your biggest fan

he has a tattoo on his scalp and it looks so good UGH. if he wants to change things up he can simply grow out his hair for a couple of weeks and then it's hidden. however he loooooves when you trace over it with your fingertips it drives him nuts

he has a pretty lanky build despite not purposely working out. he's just an active guy - if there's a place within a reasonable walking distance why would he drive when he can just walk or board?? if you're not a fan of walking that much he gives u a piggyback ride no problem

winning every idgaf war. not afraid of being stared at so he will do anything and everything to make you laugh even if he looks like a total moron.

back to latino connie - when he gets pissed at jean and/or eren during a game he starts RAVING at them in spanish and you can hardly understand him even if you're fluent bc he talks SO FAST and rambles and talks in circles but it's really funny. you often hear 'CÀLLATE, PUTA!!!' from the other room

somehow able to do pda without it being weird. like you know how when you go to a concert there's always that couple that's hanging off each other and it's uncomfortable for everyone in a certain radius??? he's like that but it's so natural for him that no one rly cares if his arm's around you. ig it's his effortless charm or whatever.

LEVI.

he's brutally honest and doesn't mince his words so if you're sensitive then i'm sorry LOL. he's still kind about it but if there's something wrong he'll just tell you. doesn't see the point in dancing around an issue.

similarly, he is an excellent communicator. he's very good at expressing his thoughts without being a total jackass about it, but he doesn't sugarcoat things. he's super good at texting back and picking up the phone - you'll almost always get an answer from him within 10 minutes even if he's busy

annoyingly punctual! if you two have somewhere to be, he's mapping out the route and calculating the time to get there with allowance for traffic, and even then your ass better be in the car 10 minutes early. if you have to do your makeup or whatever in the car then so be it

unintentionally really funny???? it may just be me but something about a guy who's so serious and badass using phrases like "look at these big ass trees" makes me giggle. he's good at being crass at the perfect time and doesn't get why you're laughing but it makes him smile all the same.

he's not super into tv or movies or anything but will sit down and watch something with you if you ask. just expect him to comment on how stupid and predictable the main character is or ask why that couple won't just talk to each other instead of having a 3-episode-long miscommunication. he's very cynical lol

since he doesn't have much of a family, he cherishes you above everything else. he would move heaven and earth for you the second you ask. treats you like royalty and if you think for one second you don't deserve it he will set you straight!!!

didn't grow up with any pets or anything so he doesn't really care to have one. thinks they make unnecessary messes and stink up your house. but if you bring in a stray he can't help but ask if it's been fed on time and if you need him to schedule that vet appointment.

he's a big softie when it's just the two of you. not in a weird or toxic way where he's aloof in public, he just has a hard time letting his guard down unless he knows you both are safe and sound at home. like he'll have a hand on your back if you're in a crowd but when he's home with you he's resting his forehead on your shoulder while you're cooking dinner yknow. very quietly whispers that he loves you - you don't have to say anything back.

NOTE! jean x reader. sigh SIGH BIG SIGH. im down bad. also does anyone have naps like that? like ones where you feel like you just woke up from a new dimension.

masterlist!

your head's pounding. throat dry, heart racing, and when you shift you can feel the throw blanket behind you almost pill off your skin.

it's hot. there's a subtle buzz of voices shouting, birds chirping, and the sound of air circulating from the AC that just turned on. it's not helping you whatsoever, not with a six-foot-two man on top of you.

a warm breath on your collarbone sends a shiver down your spine. jean's face is buried into your neck, and your hand is buried into his hair. his arm is wrapped so tightly around your waist that you can feel his gold bracelet cut into your stomach. fingers toying on the edge of your belly button. it makes you a little dizzy, the way he so easily wraps you into his whole being.

it's almost sticky. where his hand is connected to your stomach or where your chest connects with his bare one. where your leg is wrapped around his. where his cheek lies on your shoulder, the strap of your tiny tank top rolled down. you recall him rubbing on you like a cat earlier, sleeping the material down further before pressing a fluttering kiss onto the skin.

"hmph," you mumble, shoving your hand against his chest. he doesn't move, no tightening of his grip, not a single noise from him.

you almost believe he's asleep. but you can feel his fingers running along your anklet as your foot dangles off the sofa, tracing the letter 'j'. feel the way his chest rises against yours, not heavy and loud the way it is when he's actually asleep.

you think you could spend a lifetime doing this. that the sweaty skin wouldn't gross you out, nor would the mark of his bracelet hurt as much. because it's him. and when it comes to him, you don't mind his heavy body weight or how he squeezes you a little too tight.

it makes you a little dizzy, the way you feel so deeply. the way the ache in your chest hardens as his grip on you does. a good dizzy.

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

capillum

trust

the only true language

reluctant heroes

k.

my love mine all mine

like the movies

meet me halfway

a moment

late night birthdays

don't delete the kisses

beetlebum

to my love

anyone can be a chef

a matter of convenience

unrequited

midnight ride

don't mind the thorns

or, you've had a bad day, and your boyfriend ends up taking the brunt of it.

pairings: levi x reader, jean x reader

warnings: none, fluff

levi ackerman

Levi's never been one to take shit from anyone, but he's much more lenient with you. That is to say, he tolerates 0% from everyone else and about 10% from you. The meter runs out quickly when you start acting short and standoffish with him.

So, like the self-sacrificing idiot he is, he ignores you until you decide to bridge the gap yourself. Usually, he's fine with people being annoyed or scared of him. Levi has always known that he's stronger than most, quicker than most, tougher than most, and he's perfectly okay with letting his comrades direct their ire his way. He can take it.

He can't take the thought of you upset with him. As much tough love as he shows everyone else, he never wants to be mad at you, much less hurt you by directing his own annoyance at you.

It weighs on him more than it should throughout the day, the way you snapped at him and turned away from him like he's worthless. It's infuriating. Levi hates the fact that you can wear on him so easily, but everything else that comes with loving you is easy as can be, even with the annoyances and the strife.

You heard the front door open with a quiet click, followed by a heavy sigh that echoed faintly down the hallway.

“Babe?” Jean’s voice was tired but familiar—like warmth in winter and the scent of home-cooked pasta.

“In the kitchen,” you called, standing over the stove in his hoodie and fuzzy socks, spoon in hand. “Also, take your shoes off before you walk in here! I just mopped.”

A dramatic groan came from the hall. “You mopped? Who even does that anymore?”

“I do,” you said proudly. “Because I don’t want you tracking mud from your gross training grounds into our apartment, you gremlin.”

He laughed, his voice getting closer as he obeyed and kicked his boots off by the door. “I’m an Survey Corps soldier, not a gremlin.”

“You were crawling up a tree when I called you earlier.”

“Okay, maybe part-time gremlin,” he conceded, appearing in the doorway with messy hair, a light sheen of sweat, and a slightly scuffed jaw. “Hey.”

“Hey.” You smiled at him, leaning on the counter.

Jean dropped his bag, walked over, and without saying a word, wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. You felt his breath against your neck, and your heart softened instantly.

“Missed you,” he mumbled.

“You smell like dust and dirt,” you replied, but your hands still found his. You laced your fingers together, anchoring him to you. “But... I missed you too.”

“You look cute in my hoodie.”

You turned your head to look at him. “That’s why I’m wearing it.”

He kissed your cheek lazily, like he didn’t have the energy to move but still needed you close. “What are you making? Smells good.”

“Pasta. Your favorite. Figured you’d be starving.”

Jean made a pleased little hum, like a man who just fell in love all over again. “I am starving. Starving for you, mostly.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed, shoving him lightly with your hip. “You are so lame.”

“But you like it,” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes and stirred the pot again. “You’re lucky I like anything about you.”

Jean leaned in and nuzzled into your hair. “No, I’m lucky you love everything about me.”

You tried not to smile, but failed. “Cocky.”

“Only with you.”

The kitchen was quiet except for the bubbling pasta and your quiet laughter as he tugged you away from the stove for a real kiss, one hand on your cheek and the other still looped lazily around your waist.

Eventually, he pulled back, his voice low and sleepy. “This right here? Coming home to you like this? It makes the rest of the day feel worth it.”

You kissed him again just to shut him up.

a/n: i imagine him being nervous if that isn't obvious, and he'd be such a green flag

wc: 512 ☕︎

jean is always the type of man who’s nervous for no reason, but this time he has a good reason. he’s about to get married with the person he loves the most.

he ran his hand through his light ash-brown hair. his hands and lower lip trembled. the mirror reflects his nervous face, but also some excitement filling his eyes, just a bit.

suddenly the door opened. he turns around and sees that it’s you standing with your bride's dress on. it’s the dress that you loved the most.

your hair is styled in a perfect way and so is the makeup.

he looked at you with widened eyes and slightly parted lips. once he sees your smile he feels all the stress fade away.

“how does the dress look on me, jean?”

he walked towards you and pulled you into a tight hug. his arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

“it looks perfect on you, dear.”

you placed your hands on his back, the side of your head in his chest.

“nervous?” you asked with a teasing voice. you know he’s nervous, it’s easy to see that with his shaky hands.

“nope, i’m never nervous.” his denial made you chuckle. when is he ever not nervous?

“totally.” you said while chuckling.

he looked up at the clock. about exactly five minutes you have to go to the crowd where everyone is waiting for you.

“go already, it’s almost time.” he nodded and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead before leaving.

the wind that’s coming from the window is hitting your face. it somehow makes you feel more relaxed than cold.

you grabbed the white lilies that are laying on the coffee table. you took a deep breath and headed towards the crowd.

you opened the door with one hand, the other hand holding the white lilie tightly.

the moment he saw you walking inside he felt his knees getting weaker. he didn’t take his eyes off you at all, not even to look at the crowd.

he wants to cherish you, to stare at every little feature on your face. he didn’t even hear the crowd laughing at his facial expression.

now you’re standing right in front of him, holding onto the white lilies. he finally snapped back to reality and grabbed the wrinkled paper where his speech was written out of his pocket. 

he swallowed hard. 

“dear y/n, i’m very grateful that you chose me to be your husband.” he began with a nervous voice. “i don’t even know why you would choose me over others but i’m just happy that you did that.” he played with the hem of his suit. “will you continue your future with me as your husband?” 

the paper he was holding was placed back into his pocket. he stared at your eyes, a small smile appearing on his face. 

“yes.”

he immediately leaned in to kiss you deeply. the kiss is patient and gentle.

you pulled your head back just a bit to look into his eyes.

“i’m still nervous.” he said.

content: boyfriends who would flash their headlights before leaving through the driveway, as their way of saying they love you.

note: i really love the concept & idea of a bf so i wrote this.

ps. i still can’t believe that men aren’t real :c

It’d become your ritual by now, this endless loop of ‘I love you more’—something you both say especially when you know you’ll miss each other, even if it’s just for a few hours.

Today was no different.

You leaned against the doorway, still wrapped in the warmth of his last hug, and watched him shoot you that adorable smile that always made your heart flutter as he walked backwards away from you.

“I’m gonna miss you,” he said, his voice softer than his playful growing grin suggested as he took another few steps back.

Laughing, you said his name fondly. “We’re literally seeing each other again soon in like… five hours.”

“Yeah, but that's like…” he gently shook his head like you didn’t understand. “…forever.” he added, a small feigned frown forming on his face after.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but with a soft smile, you reminded him, “What matters is that at the end of the day, you’ll be back in my arms.”

And just like that, his expression softened, eyes warm as he took in those words.

“Fine… I love you.” he said as he was taking another step back, and by now, it’s instinctive — so with a deepening smile and a slight scrunch of your nose, you fired it right back at him, no hesitation. “Mmm, I love you more.”

He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head once more as he started toward his car, already knowing where this was headed. “Okay, you know I’m not gonna let you win this one, right?”

“Oh, you just keep telling yourself that babe,” you teased lightly, a warm laugh slipping out.

"Only ‘cause it’s true,” his grin widened as he opened the car door. But before getting in, he lifted his hand to draw a quick heart over his chest, then pointed back at you as his way of saying—it’s all yours. And just to make sure you knew, he added, “That means I love you more."

He got you there, you couldn’t lie. Shaking your head, you decided to let him think he had the last word by nodding and even giving him a little wave as he climbed into the car. Once he settled in, you made a quick and small ‘buckle up’ gesture to remind him to, and he caught it right away. Through the windshield, you could see him mouth a ‘oh oops—yes, ma'am’ before that. And you noticed he never took his eyes off you as he clicked it in place, giving you a double thumbs-up with a boyish grin after.

Still smiling, you lifted your hand, making a little phone gesture by your ear—another silent reminder for him as you also mouthed a, ‘Call me when you get there, okay?’

He laughed, nodding exaggeratedly, as if he had no intention of forgetting as he started the engine. Already, you could feel that warm tug in your chest, the one that happens when you start missing him.

As he starts backing out onto the road, you couldn’t help it — you thought it softly, adding his name with those three words.

And then, as if he somehow heard you, his headlights flashed one—two—three—four times at you with a smile and a wave, just before he fully backed out from the driveway to the road. A quick, unmistakable, quiet message of:

‘I love you too.’

As you stood there waving back to him, your heart grew full when you processed it, a peaceful, quiet joy filling you as you watched him go.

The moment was so tender, because he was pretty much saying, ‘I’ll always find a way to say it back.’

And honestly, you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

After his car had disappeared down the road, you headed back inside the house, settling onto the couch—that same small panging feeling of missing him coming back again. When suddenly, an impulse struck, and with a smirk, you whipped out your phone to quickly type out:

⊹ don’t think i’m letting you off that easily tho babe 🤑 i still love you the most 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Seeing your text at the next stoplight, he smiled to himself like a fool.