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
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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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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.
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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.
if you made it this far just now im going for a run today WISH ME LUCK!!
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.
That's why he's quick to open his door when you come knocking. The state he finds you in is enough to have his hands twitching out toward you. Your eyes are red, your hair is disheveled, your eyelids are swollen, and shiny tears are streaking down your cheeks.
Still, he resists the urge to reach out to you just yet.
"You're crying," he states. His voice is quiet but not soft.
"I know," you mumble.
"You disrespected me in front of the cadets earlier."
Levi's words make fresh tears well in your eyes, and you swipe the back of your hand over your face to collect them. He catches your wrist before your hand can fall back to your side.
"I'm sorry." Your voice comes out in a strangled whisper before you're being pulled forward into Levi's room. He shuts the door behind you and guides you over to his cot. Once you're seated, he settles in next to you and lets you tuck yourself against his chest.
Neither of you need to speak to know what's weighing on you. Nothing about being a Scout is easy, but you always have each other to fall back on. A bit of moodiness is never going to be enough to scare Levi away.
"Just talk to me next time," he mumbles into your hair. His arms have slowly snaked their way around your waist, and he's holding you so tightly that all you can focus on is him and his grounding presence.
"I don't want to bother you. You have enough to worry about."
Levi tilts your chin up and looks at you with the same resolve you see in his eyes before a mission. "You're the only part of my life I've ever wanted to worry about, so do us both a favor and come worry me when you're upset."
jean kirstein
"Jeez, I'm beat." Jean, your boyfriend, slumps down on the couch next to you and curls up against your side. His head finds the crook of your neck just as your hand shoves him away, and he lets out a wounded noise. "What was that for?"
"Could you be any more obnoxious?"
Jean gives you a once over before leaning back on the couch. "Probably. Want me to try—ow! Why'd you hit me?"
"I flicked you."
"Same difference." Jean rubs his nose with a huff and sideyes you. "What's your problem, anyway? You've been in a mood all day."
"It's easy when you've been annoying all day," you shoot back.
"I haven't been acting any different than usual, so you either hate me all the time, or you're being sensitive."
And something about those words really rub you the wrong way. "So you think I'm crazy, is what you're saying."
"What?!" Jean sits up and looks at you in disbelief. "That's not even—that's not nearly what I said."
"You were thinking it, though." You shuffle away from him and angle your body toward the armrest, putting your back to your boyfriend.
You are acting crazy. Or, overreacting at least. You're aware of it, but backing down, let alone apologizing, feels way too embarrassing right now. Jean doesn't deserve your ire. Glancing back over your shoulder, you're met with nothing but a soft, honey-brown gaze.
Immediately, you crumble. It doesn't take long before your sniffles are muffled against Jean's chest. His hand smooths over your hair, and his lips press to your temple.
Jean's not unfamiliar with jagged edges and barbed words. He's shown you all of his, and you've never flinched away. You've been there for years of nightmares, even after the titans and the war for Paradis were ended for good. The least he can do is keep a level head when you're struggling.
"I'm sorry," you mumble.
"Don't apologize. I don't need an apology, not from you." Another kiss to your temple and slow, methodical rubs between your shoulder blades has your heart rate regulating. "I just need you to stay."
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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.”
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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.
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.
eren with a peaceful girlfriend is a sight nobody thought they would ever see. known for getting into fights because someone looked at him the wrong way, all of his friends are so surpised when he brings around the nice girl who is kind to/loves everyone. you meditate in the mornings and evenings, journal your feelings, take walks in nature to ground yourself and then there's you rabbies infected dog (eren) who trails behind you everywhere you go. you definately have scary dog privileges.
don't get me wrong, you can bark and bite as well, one of the reasons eren loves you so much. for all your softness, when you rarely get pissed off no one even tries to argue with you, instead accepting their fate of being verbally eviscerated until you've cooled off. eren was on the receiving end of that rage once ... never again. its the type of voice that ur mom uses when shes mad at u, she doesn't even need to raise her voice to send shivers down ur spine and have u acting right quickkkkkkk.
now don't be fooled this peace came after a long period of also being crazy as fuck, but after seeing that crazy never did anything good for you, you learned to chill out. hopefully eren can learn some lessons from you :)
elle's thoughts: hey yall, thinking of writing an eren fic but i cant decide what kind of eren, vote if you've read this far hehe! im basically taking all my current hyper fixations and throwing them into one fic. this is my distraction from my thesis project lmao. but some of my recent watches so you can get the vibe are 13 reasons why (i forgot how much i fucking adore justin), dexter, landman, all american, the summer i turned pretty, and modern love.
