ah, is it?? can i ask what it’s doing? :ccc

Wow, anon! I’m speechless, tbh. Mod Spookzz and I created this blog back in 2016. It was a time when a lot of snk blogs weren’t active with the exception of two or three. To know that you’ve stuck with us for this long really means a lot. Thank-you so much! I’ve...thought about this, a lot. Like, a lot. There may be some projecting in here based on my own OC, but this is genuinely what I think would happen. I hope you enjoy! Happy Valentine’s Day, btw! My gift to everyone is...angst. Again. I’m sorry, lmao. MANGA SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT. Also, fun fact, but this post is our 666th post, lmao.

CANON RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS: 

✩ I know the recent fandom interpretation of Eren is that he’s some charming, charismatic fuckboi, but that is...not him. At all. Not that there’s anything wrong with fanon interpretation, ofc, but Eren is...lmao.

☾ Eren doesn’t know anything about romance, period. He canonically ignores Reiner, Jean, and Armin when they are praising girls and shows zero romantic interest in just about everyone. 

✩ He’s preoccupied with other things, you know? His mind doesn’t really wander to romance often, so his s/o probably started out as his friend. 

☾ Like, it’s hard not to fall for Eren’s idealism. He’s a super passionate speaker and has some really inspiring thoughts and ideas. He’s not stupid--not by a long shot--and this magnetism draws his s/o to him like a moth to a flame. 

✩ His s/o probably realizes that their friendship and admiration for Eren has shifted into something romantic with all the ensuing drama that happens during their first trial expedition in the Survey Corps. The fear of losing Eren again really hits home and they are at a complete loss. 

☾ They wouldn’t want to ruin their friendship, so they would keep the feelings locked away for a long time. 

✩ Truthfully speaking, I can’t see Eren and any s/o getting together until the events between the four-year time skip. 

I haven’t written a scenario for Levi since 2018 and this is what I come back with. Um...I’m so sorry. Angst is my forte and it’s easy for me to write, so...yikes. I also listened to drivers’ license on repeat to set the ambiance for this piece and now I’m sad, lol. Sorry! Maybe I’ll write something happier for Levi to make up for this one, lmao. Enjoy! 

It was happening again.

The tightness in your chest constricted your lungs like a snake had coiled around the base of your throat and squeezed, cutting off the air to your lungs. Your head spun, black dotting across your vision, and the uncontrollable urge to cough itched in the back of your throat. You had to hold it down. ‘Please, not here,’ you mentally begged to any entity listening above the skyline to not expose your dirtiest, darkest secret to your colleagues. Your nails dug into the wooden table, leaving behind crescent-shaped marks in the cherry-colored lacquer and the color drained from your cheeks.

No one would notice your struggle if you kept it together, you reasoned. Hange was going over something about Marley and you had, admittedly, tuned out about thirty minutes ago. Whatever it was had to be important because they had everyone’s attention, to your knowledge. Out of the corner of your eye, you were vaguely aware of Levi’s sharp, piercing gaze lingering on your face, but you squeezed your eyes shut and internally begged him to just look away.

Inside of your chest, the flower that bloomed burned like a kindling ember, the stems brushing against your lungs and taking up space you needed to breathe. Experiencing this was painful, but it was nothing like the white-hot agony you felt whenever you realized that the person you loved would never return your feelings.

You had tried to let go—had tried to release your feelings and live with your fragmented heart—but nothing had worked. How could it when the person whose affections you desperately wanted worked alongside you every day, helping and caring about you in his own awkward, weird way? It wasn’t fucking fair that you had to live like this.

Except you didn’t. You knew about the removal process and, as a soldier, you knew that it was what you needed to do for yourself, for the future and for humanity. Every time you thought about getting the surgery performed, the aching of your fragile heart—the singular bloom of hope still lingering in the pit of your stomach—protested against the idea. You had never felt this way for anyone before in your life; how could you just ignore that and have the flower removed? How could you forget about happiness that the feelings gave you, or how it felt to just be by his side in silence of the night?

Living with this flower growing inside of you was painful, but the thought of having to give up Levi Ackerman was excruciating.

ANON, I COULD CRY RN.

Thank-you so, so much for the feedback! I’m so grateful that you’re still there and that it’s okay that your request was altered, slightly. I just got really inspired by it, so!! I already have chapter two outlined and I’m working on it, so fingers crossed! Thank-you for the encouragement and for submitting your request in the first place!

Thank-you so much!! It really means a lot to hear you say that. ;n; We both work really hard to stay true to the characters and adapt them as close to canon as possible, so! <3 Thank-you so much for reading and following us!

Thank-you so much, anon! I know we disappear sporadically, but we really appreciate the kindness you guys still send our way. :c It can be so discouraging to get no comments or feedback on your writing, but messages like this make it totally worth it! 

You’re so incredibly sweet, anon! Thanks for passing this along to us. We appreciate it! 

Sure! Go ahead and send it in! Match-ups are “closed, but I don’t mind answering a few here or there! I reserve the right to not respond if I don’t think I get enough information, though. c: 

It’s not dumb! It stands for significant other! This blog is gender-neutral, for the most part, so mod Spookzz and I agreed to use s/o vs girlfriend/boyfriend because we want to be inclusive! 

I hope this isn’t too late, anon. :c I’m sorry that you’re feeling stressed with school and I hope this helps you. Keep your chin up and remember that you are doing great! Things are difficult rn, but the fact that you’re still trying is a testament to your hardwork! This is a Modern! AU for the sake of ease. Enjoy! <3 

 Head clutched between your hands, you helplessly stare down at the multitude of papers scattered across your kitchen table, the faint, blue glow of your laptop illuminating your workspace. At the bottom right of your screen, you drank in the digital clock reading 1:30 A.M., a quiet groan emanating from the back of your throat. Even if you crammed for the next hour, there was no possible way for you to finish all of this work. It killed you to fall behind during finals week, but you had done your best, but it simply wasn’t good enough. Tears pricked the edges of your eyes as you felt yourself reach your breaking point. Before you could bury your face into your hands and let out the torrent of stress you had been holding back, the sound of rustling down your hall captured your attention.

Immediately, your head jerked up to catch your boyfriend staring at you, his face shrouded by the lack of light in the living room. Despite not being able to see his facial expression in the dark, however, you had to conclude that he was wondering why on earth you were still awake when you should have been asleep hours ago.

“Why are you awake?” he questioned, carefully navigating his way through the living room in the dark. “Don’t you have an exam early tomorrow? You said you were going to bed hours ago!”

“I tried!” you defended, your slumped shoulders and anguished voice a signal of how utterly defeated you felt. “I tried, but then I remembered some stuff that I didn’t feel sure about, so I came back to study and I—I still don’t understand it! I’m going to fail and then I’ll fail the class and I won’t graduate on time and—”

Eren’s fingers circled around your wrist, gently prying your hand away from your face to stop your meltdown before it got any worse. Even through the dark, you could see his eyes studying you—gauging your reaction and how to properly respond. “Listen,” he tried, shifting his weight between his feet, “I get wanting to be the best, but all you’re going to do is make yourself sick if you stress out about this. You’ve worked hard this semester and you’re one of the smartest people I know. You’ll do great and you know it.”

You could feel your bottom lip tremble, hot tears spilling down the sides of your cheeks. “But I don’t feel smart, Eren. I feel like I’m going to fail everything. I’m so overwhelmed and I don’t think I can handle this.”

Sighing, Eren rubbed the back of his head before moving in front of your laptop. Deft fingers quickly saved the document you were studying from before he shut the laptop, bathing the two of you in darkness. “You need to come to bed and get some sleep. If it makes you feel better, we can set an alarm for the morning and study before you leave for class.”

“But—”

“Hey!” The flashlight on Eren’s phone flicked on, allowing you to see his furrowed brow and pursed lips. “Seriously, you gotta stop. Just come to bed.”

Reluctantly, you pushed back the kitchen chair and followed him into your shared bedroom, the two of you crawling beneath the covers. Even though your heart was still beating inside your chest, you shifted closer into Eren’s chest, his arms coming to secure themselves around your waist. For a few minutes, you simply allowed yourself to inhale his scent, the familiar twinge of spice and sandalwood calming some of your frazzled nerves. His hand stroked the top of your head, lulling you into a state between sleep and consciousness until his voice broke through the silence.

“Better?”

“A bit,” you admitted sheepishly, your voice thick with your impending sleep. “Still nervous.”

“Everyone gets nervous. You’ll do great.”

“…Will you really wake up early and study with me?”

A chuckle reverberated through Eren’s chest before he answered truthfully, “Listen, I won’t be happy about it tomorrow morning, but I promised you. I’ll just be a demon for a few minutes.”

With that, your eyelids closed, allowing you to drift to sleep. Even if you didn’t preform the way you wanted, you would still try your best.

i’ve been ‘waitin for this one...turn it up! 

MANGA SPOILERS BENEATH THE CUT!