#eren week that’s been going on for like over a year lmao
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Raising from my grave to wish everybody who get to see this a Happy New Year's Eve!
This year was very especial to me, I got to meet all kinds of new people both here and irl so I'm very happy about it!
I really wanna thank you all for beaing with me! Not too long ago I got 250 likes on all the posts I have ever done so far, which is 250 way more than I thought I would get by doing what I was doing and writting about what I was writting! So yeah, I really wish all of you my best wishes and hope this year treated you well, and that the next one treats you even better!
I also did this little EreMikaSasha thingy for these holidays, but to be honest it barely has to do with the holidays at all lmao, just the setting I guess, I just wanted to write about them kissing each toher i'm sorry lol
No smut btw, sorry!
Kinda rushed this so not proof read!
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She was never good when it came to farewells
It's not like she was clingy or something like that, quite the opposite actually, if she has to compare herself with those two, she was probably the one level headed one in these kind of situations
It was not that hard to be fair, Sasha can be overwhelming whenever she gets sent outside the city, always sick worried about her every time she has to leave and a crying mess when she comes back, almost making her feel like a soldier coming home from a long war
And even if Eren puts his best facade of "everything is alright!" on the days before her departure, she can perfectly feel the way he holds her in his arms every time he hugs her goodbye, sometimes wrapping her in a tight hug that makes her believe he would straight up stop her from taking her flight
She doesn’t want to imagine how they would react when something really serious happens and she has to leave them
Still, it was not like she liked it either
There is nothing that hurts her more than the prospect of being separated from her loved ones, even worse on especial holidays like christmas, and especially when she gets to see her girlfriend quietly sobbing because of it
- Come on now, don't be sad… - She tried to comfort her, arm wrapped around her shoulders in a half hug, patting her head as she did so, her other arm carrying her baggage as they stood on in front of the airport gates - It's just gonna be a week -
.- I know! - She whined, face nuzzling on her neck making it wet with her tears, hands grabbing her by the trench coat she was wearing tightly - It's just… it's just that I don't want to spend christmas without you -
She could understand that, afterall, this would be their first christmas together, they all were supposed to spend ir at Sasha's place in her small town in the mountains along her family, but alas, she was called for work because of one of her coworkers calling sick, with Eren getting a call from his hospital too because of the sudden rise of the pandemic virus that have been around for a couple of years already, requiring the help of all their staff, all of it just a few days before they were able to leave
.- I know… - She left the bag on the floor and used both her hands to erase her tears away, watery eyes looking at her in a way that makes her look so stunning and cute at the same time - Look on the bright side, you will get to spend Christmas with your family! Don't you miss them? -
.- Of course I do! - She answered as if the question offended her, her lips pouting just a little as she held her more tightly - But it's not the same! You two were supposed to meet my parents! Mom was supposed to fan all over your asian beautyness and Dad would lecture Eren about how to treat his "little princess" as he threatens him with his shotgun! It was gonna be perfect! But now everything is ruined… -
It breaks her heart a little to see her girlfriend like this, it really looked like she was looking up for this trip for so long, it was going to be the first time they met her parents too, a year worth of planning ending in nothing
.- I understand - She didn't stop her hands from fondling her face gently, thumbs dragging themselves over the dry path her tears made in an attempt to alleviate her - We are as upset about it as you, trust me… This is all just unfair and we can only be sorry for it - it didn't help that Eren was still called for work today too, his upper heads not allowing him to go with them to at least bid her farewell
.- Just take it as an opportunity to spend holidays with your family, everyone needs quality time alone too, alright? - She holds her hands with her own as she speaks, trying to convey what she tries to say in the best way she could - Before you know it you will be here with us, and then we will spend New Years Eve together at Armin’s place -
Sasha just sniffed a little before she controlled herself, hands taking into Mikasa's warmth as her cheeks took a pretty red shade, the same one that seems to take over her whenever she realizes she was probably embarrassing herself, the people around them passing to make their way inside the airport suddenly making her feel shy
- Y-yeah, you are right - She separated from Mikasa just a little, hands still linked together - I’m just being silly here, sorry -
- Don’t be - Mikasa reassured - I love it when you get like this, it’s adorable -
She really does have something for emotional people huh
Sasha just giggled in response, a small cute laugh that served to take her out of her own bad mood, at least to make all this departure thing more bearable for her
Before she could even say something else, the sound of nearby speakers calling for everyone in Sasha’s flight to start boarding stopped her, the crowd of people making their way to the gates growing larger the more time passes
- I guess this is it - Sasha said, her hand reaching for her bag and getting ready to go- Bid Eren my farewells for me! -
And before she could even say something else, Mikasa robbed the words out of her, she lowered herself on the spur of the moment to seal her lips on her owns, the flavor of her cherry red lipstick spreading through her mouth as everything around them seemed to fade into nothingness, the harsh cold no match to the fire that ignited inside her, expanding itself larger the more she felt Sasha raise herself higher, pressing against her harder and robbing the air out of her lungs
It was nothing more than their lips pressing together, and yet the feeling behind it were so strong she was able to convey them, to feel the desperation of missing her even it was gonna be for a week, to feel the gratitude emanating from her with breath intake she had to take before she kept going, or to feel the reassurance that she shared with her to truly express how everything was going to be alright once she comes back
When she finally relents once and for all and gets to see her frustrated face shine brighter, that’s the moment she realizes that she is going to miss her more than she thought she would, her lips already missing hers and her hands missing the warmth they provided to hold her baggage
- I will! - She answers, and just realizing she was running late already, she spins on her heels to rush her way to her flight, losing her sight once has to take a turn in a corner…
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- What do you mean Sasha kisses better than me? -
It was already bad enough how his job was making him work like something lower than a slave, almost making him go attending patients seventy-two hours non-stop if it wasn't for the small breaks he had to take in order to survive all of that, let alone taking care of patients infected with a virus capable of taking his life at any moment
Still, he could stand it because it was his job, because he was needed and because it’s the best thing he could do
It was sort of a hassle to to come already spent from work and help her girlfriend to get things done for when their other girlfriend comes home from a week long trip to her parents home, getting things ready as they made the dinner she enjoys the most as a well deserved welcome gift
Still, he could stand it because he simply felt good doing something for her, because they did out of love
But there is so much he could stand, the last straw that broke the camel’s back coming in the form of his very same girlfriend admitting right in front of his face that his competitio- their lover kissed better than him
- I didn’t say that - She answered half heartedly, missing some ingredients in a bowl, not even turning in his direction at his allegation
How dare she!
- Yes you did! - He pointed at her with the same knife he was using to cut the vegetables, some cube of cucumber stuck in its edge flying to her direction at the motion of his movements - You said her kisses are sweeter! -
- So? It’s the truth - She may as well want to take a reaction out of him, considering the snarky smile she made, as if she was trying to taunt him - Still, I never said they were better than yours -
- But you like them better, isn’t it? - He couldn’t help it, he knew better than anyone he was being petty about such a nonsensical topic, but the fact that he was beaten at something he took pride off was a huge blow for him, something that he could never let happen
The silence that followed just made him wandering mind get worse
- … Why do you even say they are sweeter than mine? -
Hes doesn’t know his her small laugh was to mock him or if it was just because she found their whole discussion funny, probably the latter if he has to guess, it’s not like her to make fun of him in a malicious way
- I don’t know - She answers as she finally turns in his direction, not stopping from mixing the ingredients as she looks at him, flor coating some of the sides of her face that makes her look so adorably, the apron she was wearing not helping either - Maybe it’s because whenever she kisses me she tries to show her love for me instead of trying to devour my mouth perhaps? -
- Wha- But you always liked them like that! - He can perfectly tell the way she gasps out of surprise whenever he invades her mouth, he is the prime witness of the nail marks she leaves on his forearm whenever he kisses her by surprise, the lovesick expression she makes when he finally lets her off the hook will always be in his mind
There was no way he wasn’t his favorite!
Besides, it’s not like Sasha’s kisses were that big of a deal, right? He had kissed her too! They are nice, he wasn't gonna lie, he also loves to take her by surprise, and especially loves how she has to bring him down by the neck to make their lips meet
But he was the better kisser out of the two! There was no way he was losing to her!
- I know - She gets closer to him, raising on her feet just to place a small peck on his cheek as an offer of peace, quickly turning on her feet to get some things from the counter of the kitchen - And I wouldn’t change it at all, Eren. It’s just that… you are too overwhelming sometimes -
He doesn’t know if he should take that as a compliment or not, still so confused about the whole thing and the lack of response he got from her
He can be sweet too! Just because he chooses not to doesn’t mean he is incapable of it!
Before he decided to be grumpy about it for the rest of the day, the sight of the Spray Cream meant for some dessert sitting right next to her gave him and a idea, one that he has always wanted to try for some time now but that served as a perfect excuse to try now
He snatches the bottle from her, and before she could complain about anything, he sprays a small amount of it on his tongue, making it sit perfectly on it before he shoves himself against Mikasa’s mouth already open to lecture him, the soft drag of his tongue through her whole mouth making her stab her nails on his forearms as he perfectly knows how, the sweet flavor of the cream spreading through their mouths, not leaving a single spot untouched, a soft moan leaving her lips the moment their tongues wrapped together in the only way that gets him worked up
His pride seems to heal in the way she tries to prolong their lip-lock despite him wanting to get it done, her teeth clamping a little on his lower lips before she finally breaks out for air, making the cutest pants for air he as ever seen someone do (right on pair with Sasha’s one of course)
- What do you say now? - He taunts this time, red taking all over his cheeks and his ears as he gets to see her just as red, if not more
- Sweeter, right? -
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There was so many things she missed about them from the time she spent holidays with her parents
She missed the long nights she would spend with Mikasa talking about nothing and everything at the same time, just getting lost in the void her pretty onyx eyes created whenever she looked at them for too long
She missed the playful fights she would have with Eren for everything, always making her day at least a little bit more interesting now that her practices were off and she had nothing more to do than to fool around with him
She missed the shared activities they all would do, call it having dates whenever the world allowed them too or just spent the night snuggled all together, just enjoying each other's presence with a move playing on the background
And yet, there was so much she could miss about them, her family time making her realize about how much enjoyable it could be to be just herself, to be truly alone from their presence and still being able to look things in a bright way
To be fair, it wasn’t Mikasa’s fault Eren could be a pain in the ass sometimes
Okay, it may be because she spoiled him way too much, but still
There was simply not fix for this man at all
- I’m getting Mikasa’s midnight kiss - He said as a matter of a fact, his mouth dragging every word as the booze he has been drinking affects him more and more, his breath smelling like a entire bar already
- You wished - She answers back as she squishes his face with her hand, seated on his lap as the people around her seem to enjoy themselves, the two of them crashing on Armin’s couch in the living room - She prefers me after all… My kisses are sweeter, right? -
- Stop it! - He yells, and she can’t help but laugh at his expense, ever since Mikasa told her what happened between them at the same night she came back she hasn’t stopped bothering him - You weren’t supposed to know about it! -
- Yeah sure - She shrugs him off, her eyes searching for Mikasa who has been missing ever since Armin’s girlfriend took her, she was the one who usually deals with his tipsy ass, but know that she is the only one with him at the moment she can’t just leave him alone
- And just to let you know, she still loves mine - It was actually kind of funny to talk to him when he was like this, so out of his mind to the point he would start talking all about how his patients were all assholes and complain about his work and suddenly start to tell her how her bangs made her look cute
It was cute in a weird way, and weird in a cute way
- Yes, Eren, I’m also sure Armin liked the way you kissed him that time when we were playing spin the bottle -
- You were the one to dared me to! -
- Well you were the one who took the dare! -
- It sounds like you are jealous to me -
- … Yeah, you are right, I really wanted to kiss Armin too! -
She can’t tell if the disgusted like expression he does in genuine or not, but it makes her giggle, messing up with him when he is all tipsy is always fun for her as long as he doesn’t go overboard, the last thing she needs is a drunk asshole who looks for fights with anyone that dares to talk to her
- … I’m the only one you are supposed to want to kiss… Besides Mika of course - He holds her carefully in a hug, as if fearing to break her if he holds too hard or too tight, and for some reason it makes her want to kiss him too
- Well… - She raises herself from his embrace and takes into the sight of his poor boyfriend, hair already sticking in every direction despite her efforts for knitting it in the man bun he likes so much, hand setting themselves on his chest for leverage - I guess I can show you why Mikasa chose me -
She crashes her lips to his own as he opens them to respond, her hands never leaving his chest as he wraps his around her waist, deepening their kiss the more he brings her closer and the more she moves her lips on his
It takes her a little to dominate him, to stop him from trying to get the upper hand as she merely shuts his every attempt down, but when she does it’s only when she goes all out, her lips deepening their lip lock as she leaves featherly kisses on his lips and on his cheeks, slowly staining him in her red lipstick
It takes her not time to make him putty in her hands, the occasional drag of their tongues together and the way she caressed his chest as she did so serving to put him in a relaxed state that only makes him want to receive more, rather than take the initiative, the soft dance their tongues did robbing the strength out of him, and the occasional pecks on his neck making him gasp
Hell, if this is what it feels like to be dominant one she may as well try it more
- So? - She teases him once she is done, taking into the sight of his breath all labored, trying to not laugh at the awestruck expression he was making at her, eyes widened to their limits as she uses his shoulder as a pillow - Sweeter, right? -
Shame takes over his face at her innuendo, and this time she can’t help but laugh wholeheartedly when he looks in the other direction, only to follow him and find their missing peace right next to them, a mistletoe on her hand making it hang above them, probably done while she was trying to show Eren who was the best
- It was about time - She teases - You both look cuter when you are making out instead of arguing… -
Yeah, she really wishes she gets to spend the rest of the New Years Eve she has left to live with them
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#eremika#mikasasha#eresasha#aot fluff#attack on titan#aot#snk#shingeki no kyojin#eremikasasha drabble#eremikasasha
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i just had to stop by and let you know that you single-handedly changed my life with your eren series. i haven’t felt this way about a fic in YEARS. it sounds corny but it’s writing like yours that made me love eren in the first place 🥹🥹 i’m so tempted to binge read the rest of your works right now but i wanna have something to look forward to when i’m done with work later 😭 your writing is absolutely stunning. it felt like a daydream 🤍🤍 i would read a 1000000 page novel as long as you’re the one that wrote it
WAIIIIIIIT. wait wait wait.
this is just so unbelievably kind. like i don't even know what to say right now!!!!!
i completely understand the feeling of finally coming across that one fic that just hits completely different and i am SO honored that you feel that way about my writing!! beyond flattered and thankful for ur presence here angel. sweet messages like this inspire me so much to keep writing and keep throwing things out there, and i have so many wips i want to work on today, this gave me just the boost i needed to get to work!
i also am obsessed that ti penso eren was the first one u read (i see u n my notifs missy) bc that whole universe and that eren is so special to me like i just am so emotionally attached to that uni i'm so happy you love it :'))) <3333
i'm gonna go cry over this and write away hopefully i'll have another chapter of girl is a gun on ao3 tonight, finish chap 5 of much ado, and ALSO finish my erejean 3some that i've been teasing and not writing for weeks LMAO lots to do!!!
#rage.rambles#asks#softjaegerhours#this actually damn near made me cry#sweetest thing in the entire world#ilysm!!!!! thank u for gracing me with ur energy and kind words lovebug<3
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Gush pass! 🎟 take this and gush your heart out about anyone you please!
WH- How did I not see this in my inbox weeks ago? I'M SO SORRY AM DUMB. *sigh* Alright you caught me in the middle of my Eren crisis, I'm very sorry.
EREN GOD DAMN J.AEGER HAS TURNED ME INTO AN INCOHERENT MESS BEYOND ANYTHING I'VE EXPERIENCE IN MY 20 SOME ODD YEARS OF LIFE ON THIS EARTH.
Yeah no, it's that bad. I spend every day absolutely twitterpated over him. He's strong, he's passionate, he's loving, he's very soft and sentimental, though it's easy to forget because he tends to hide it. Also, he's like, kinda gorgeous but yknow I may be a bit biased on that.
He's very good to me, I can't even begin to express. He loves to indulge me in my rambles, just talk about nothing and everything at once for hours on end. We keep it mostly business around everyone else, but when we're alone he needs to keep me close as much as I need him to keep me close and I swear heaven on earth is being in his arms 💕 He can be broody, a bit emotional, but he can also be silly and lighthearted. I love the small joking jabs we take at each other, and I love his warm smiles. They feel like home. As do the sweet, affectionate looks he gives me sometimes when we're in a crowd, or in silence alone when I've done something (he thinks is) cute or endearing.
I think one of my favorite things he does is come up behind me for hugs and ends up resting his chin on my head. I'm short, and well- he very much isn't, lol but it makes for cute hugs. Nothing quite gets me though like the desperate, needy "I love you"s I get when things are are hard, and they hurt, and he needs more than anything for me to be okay, and all he can do is try his best to love the pain away. Sometimes things suck, and I struggle with my mental health, but knowing that he would slay all my demons if he could makes it all easier.
Feeling everything as intensely as we have been, it's been hard to not rush into things but- well I suppose I'm using this as an excuse to mention that we're getting married soon. He's already got our whole rest of our lives perfectly pictured in his head and it's going to be wonderful <3
I wonder how aware of the gross, disney-esque, mushy gushy, feelsy weelsy type of relationship he was starting when A.rmin convinced me to talk to Eren finally.
He probably knew exactly what he was doing, lmfao.
And for that I have to throw in a thanks to the bestie 💖
Okay ffs, I'm done now. Sorry 'bout that, LMAO.
#💖: Titan Boy#self ship community#self ship#self shipping#self shipping community#GOD THANK YOU MIYA'S BEEN TAKING THE BRUNT OF THE GUSHING AND I FEEL SO BAD#speaking of#miya you better not be reading this til after we get off call#i WILL box you
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just friends; eren jaegar x reader
summary: you and eren are best pals and have both recently be dumped. so, a plan to get over your exes is needed! what’s better than going out on the town trying to find quick fucks >:) also eren is a smug bastard but kinda has a heart of gold??
content: smut / nsfw 18+. minors dni. (choking, unprotected sex, creampie drinking, drunk sex, possessiveness ig? dirty talk, both of them want to be dominant tbh. slight size kink, oral both m and f receiving. female bodied reader)
i am new to this pls let me know if i should add anything!!
word count: 5.8k words of unedited content
a/n: uh so i never thought i’d be back on my tumblr bullshit at 23 but hey after years without the app i’m back. i needed to get out the h-word and this is what happened. enjoy and i’m sorry if it’s terrible lmao
“You look different”
Frowning at the man waiting ever so patiently for you on the sofa, you look a little defeated. “Is that meant to be a compliment, Eren?”. He sighed, raising his eyebrows at you. To be fair, maybe you did. Wearing a figure hugging black dress, that definitely just hid your ass cheeks, hair styled and sprayed in place, dark lipstick and makeup on your face. Usually Eren would have seen you in sweats, always running a little late for class, snack in hand.
“Different isn’t bad,” he offered, checking the watch that lay on his wrist, “are we ever going to get to the bar? Your plan will fall through if you’re not careful.”
Ah, the plan. Both you and Eren were newly single. In your final year at university, having managed to keep each relationship going until almost the end. Ironic. Weren’t most meant to fail in the first year? But alas, your partners had decided it was the end within a couple of weeks each other, and as you and Eren had been close since you met on orientation day, you each took to the other for comfort. You had done the crying first, going to him the minute your call with the ex had ended. Leaving wet splotches on his shirt, he had calmed you, only for you to do the same to him later. Now the crying was done, it was time to move on, and what better advice to follow than getting under someone to get over another?
“I just need to look hot enough for a guy to fuck me.”
“What a romantic you are.”
“Shut up Er-”
Eren shifted from the couch, interrupting your usual sass, “and what about me, y/n? Do I look beautiful?”. He threw in a wink with his comment, his aura of cockiness always radiating. You rolled your eyes, before studying his figure. His dark hair half pulled back into a bun, the rest draping his neck and onto a deep emerald green silk shirt, with the top few buttons loose, tucked into dark pants. A ring on each hand, fingers with chipping black nail polish, and to top it off, a thin chain on his neck. You hated to admit it and add to his smug demeanour but... the man did look good.
“Gorgeous as always Eren,” you said sarcastically, even if it was truthful, “I’m sure there will be a queue of women who are wanting to jump on you.”
“Not if they aren’t all taken already,” he taps at his watch. Whilst the two of you had already been drinking as he waited for you to get ready, it was definitely on the later side.
“Order the uber, and we can go.”
Walking over to him and adding shoes to your outfit, you present yourself before him, a cute little smile playing on your lips. He’s staring down at his phone, quickly going through the motions for the ride. Finally, he looks up to catch your eyes. His jade pupils flick down slightly, and he hopes you miss that they land at the cleavage you’re sporting in your current get up. He flicks your nose, earning a scowl from you and a smile from him.
“You look perfect”
The club is far fuller than you both expected, dance floor and tables taken up and crowded round. Luckily, you had managed to secure you and Eren a pair of seats at the bar, and you were currently on your third..? Fourth drink of the evening. Green eyes watch your lips carefully, as you finish the vodka and lemonade.
“So, anyone take your fancy?” he prompts, looking around at the mess of people.
Humming, you scan the area. There’s some people you recognise from class, but plenty more you don’t know. Fucking friends seems like a bad move, even in your tipsy state, so you look to the strangers faces. They don’t look like him. Ugh.
There’s a few options though, and as you point them out to Eren they come with brief descriptors: dark hair and stubble, wide set blonde. He tuts at the options, sarcastically letting out a “sure sure, I see the appeal”.
“And how about you, anyone you like the look of?” you ask with a sigh.
Christ, Eren thinks to himself. It’s been long enough that he hasn’t had to look for someone else. Sure there were attractive people in the world, but with her around, he hadn’t needed to give anyone else a second look. His palm moves to the back of his neck, stretching out behind him with a huff. “Let’s look on the dance floor?” he offers, clearly not as eager as you were tonight. Moving his hand back down, he holds it out for you, pulling towards the throng of people.
He looks effervescently cool like this. Shirt open, hair starting to fall from his bun. Eren is looking around at the people surrounding the two of you. The two of you had been working in circles, allowing each other an eyeful as the club goers move around the space. As a group of guys push their way from the dance floor to the bar, you get shoved towards Eren. Heels were never quite your forte, and you stumble against him, hands on either side of his chest. Grinning down at you with that smug little smile that annoyed you so much, Eren brought large hands to your waist, pushing you away a little. But his hands stay there as he continues to sway to the music, making no effort to break the contact. And so you bring your arms up to his neck, allowing his movements to carry you on time to the song. For the first time in the past couple of weeks, you feel light. Your chest isn’t constricted by some foreign weight. It’s just you and your best friend, buzzed and free.
Colours change above you, as you look up to Eren, him down to you. A playful grin takes his lips as he pulls you a little closer, you so easily accepting the narrowing distance. Your black silk meets his deep green, chest pushing into his. You carefully analyse his features, seeing if he attempts to check you out like earlier.
Was it the alcohol making your cheeks so warm? Lit up by a purple hue, you watch his eyes return to exploring the crowd, his hand still holding on to you. His smirk falters, his eyebrows creasing together. You’re not moving in circles anymore, Eren pausing in his movements as he thinks about what to do next. He shouldn’t lie to you, but seeing your ex at the bar would really harsh the night. Under his fingers, he can feel your body tense, suddenly unsure at how close the contact between you was.
But Eren doesn’t want you to know, he doesn’t want you to be distracted by your ex tonight. He doesn’t want to see your hurt little face anymore. The way your eyes would be red and puffy the next day. The way he would feel your shoulders heaving under his arms. You don’t deserve that. Hell, you didn’t deserve the huge amount of shit your ex had put you through over the years he’d known you. Eren would sit back and listen to you rant, support you where he could. But fuck that guy. And he wasn’t sure what sparked in his chest, but Eren’s jade orbs are trained straight back on you. His eyebrows calm, tension releasing from them. As you can turn to scope out whatever had changed his body language so suddenly, he catches your jaw.
Beginning to slowly move again, his eyes have narrowed, taking in the way the dress hugs you, the shine on your skin from the hot dance floor. Eren couldn’t quite figure out what was intoxicating him right now. Definitely a lot of alcohol, but also a sudden… possessiveness. He didn’t want you in pain anymore. Eren wanted you in pleasure. His breath is suddenly on your neck, making your hair raise.
“I’ve only seen one person I’m interested in tonight.”
“Oh?” you squeak, before clearing your throat a little. The new deep notes in his voice catch you off guard. It almost sounds like he’s… No. He’s your best friend. The little looks you’d been giving each other all night were just two people looking out for one another, two people seeing each other happy for the first time in a while. Your voice is calmer as you ask light-heartedly, “and who would that be?”
His lips are so close to your ear.
“You.”
“Eren-” your hands move from behind his neck, resting on his shoulders. You need to see your best friend's face, you need to know if he’s joking right now. If he’s mocking you. When you draw back, you see his face. Smug, as always. Fuck you’ve always wanted to knock that cockiness down a peg. Cheshire smile showing his teeth and his eyes looking down at you. Half lidded eyes, pupils blown. He’s not joking. Fuck.
“Can I kiss you?”
Your breath is caught in your throat. All too aware suddenly of each of his finger pads pressing into your skin, the contact feeling like fire with the added alcohol. But, you find yourself nodding, the yes just escaping your lips before he’s pressed into them.
Large hands travel to your hip, and up your back, pressing you into him. You can feel his body, tense in exhilaration against you, hands back around his neck. One travels up to the nape of his back, tangling into his hair and pulling him deeper into you. The music is all consuming, you can feel the bass in your body, you can feel Eren against you, you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins.
Eren’s hand on your back travels up, echoing your placement on him, to hold the back of your neck. He doesn’t want you to go, you feel too good. The heat between your bodies could suffocate him. His thumb puts pressure under your jaw, he isn’t even sure you can feel it. But he can, measuring your pulse racing underneath the pad. He’s smiling into this kiss, this all consuming kiss.
His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and you’re all too eager to allow him into your mouth. Tasting the whisky from your home, tasting the coke from the club. His teeth take your lip nipping slightly, before sucking the plump of it into his mouth. You both come up for air, eyes meeting in acknowledgment of the situation.
“Wanna get out of here?”
The drive home had only served to heap tension between you. As clearly that it was that you wanted each other, you would have to wait a while longer. Your thighs pressed together, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Going through your mind was whether this was a good idea, staring out at the city passing by you. Eren was your friend. You were dating another man two weeks ago. The same man that had previously asked you if he needed to be worried about Eren. You’d laughed it off, because it was Eren. You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt him grip your leg, a little too harshly at first, before settling, leaving a gentle pattern of circles and lines on your inner thigh. It was Eren.
Just one hallway. You had to make it one hallway to get into your apartment. One hallway left to come to your senses. And just like he read your mind, Eren is once again touching you, just his hand on yours pulling you backwards. You twist just in time, his hands instantly cupping your cheeks as he kisses you, deeply and intensely. Pushing you back into the wall, you pray a neighbour doesn’t walk out now. His knee is pressing gently between your legs, and you allow it. Your fingers sink into Eren’s arms, lightly covered by the fabric yet you can still feel the muscle underneath, relaxing and tensing as he pulls you closer.
His lips are making their way to your jaw, lifting your chin upwards, tentatively licking the bone before moving downwards still, sucking and nipping and licking your neck. A whimper breaks through. You really need to get inside. Gripping his hair, you sharply pull backwards.
“Not going to play nice, huh?”
When did he speak like this? The playful and shit-eating grin your friend Eren always wore was replaced by something darker, his words laced with intent.
“Don’t challenge me.”
You were off, finally at your door, making quick work with the lock, moving in first before he followed. The door shut as you pushed Eren against it, usual doe eyes being taken over with a deep lust. Your hands are instantly at his belt, as his hands find your face once again. This time he’s grabbing your hair, making you look up at him as he glares down at you. You’re constantly challenging one another in conversation, and it’s translating to the bedroom far too easily.
Lips are on one another again, as you leave the belt and start towards his shirt. You bite down on his bottom lip, earning a hiss from him, and you feel his hand being brought around your throat. He doesn’t add too much pressure, checking if this turn is indeed okay with you. When you push against the weight, he takes the gleam in your eye as a yes, and uses the force to push you against the next wall, finally moving off the front door.
It’s a constant battle to get to the bedroom, both of you taking control for short bursts. Eren pulling the thin straps of your dress down, you untucking his shirt. His muscular torso is on full display, and you had never viewed it in this light before.
Finally he pushes you onto the bed, situating himself between your legs. Your kisses are sloppy and infused with alcohol. Hands are desperate with one another, both of you needing to be closer. Are you scared if the contact ends your thoughts will return to sanity?
Eren’s hot and heavy over you, his hands seem everywhere at once. Smoothing up your thigh, digging in slightly to the flesh when you grind against one another. His hands rest at your hips for a moment, and he’s looking down at you, still fucking smiling. All at once, he’s flipped you over his prominent hard on pressing into your ass. He’s whispering in your ear, leaving wet kisses along your neck, to your shoulder blades. Fingers take the zip at the back of your dress, slowly and carefully pulling it down, leaving licks and pecks as he goes. It’s torturous.
You attempt to speed things up by rutting your ass against his crotch, and you think you hear a quiet moan, before his hand is brought down to the fabric, smacking your cheek. You gasp, turning your head to look at him. Eren is too occupied in taking in all of your body, his green eyes are darkened with authority and lust. His nimble fingers play with the short hem of your dress, thumb dipping beneath, before he pushes the silk up.
You both let out soft fuck’s, as his hands grab at the plump of your ass. It’s like he’s testing the softness, the way your flesh responds to his touch so easily. He slaps at you again, earning a sharp moan from you. Eren’s leaning down, his mouth once again trailing across the apex of your behind, leaving trails of saliva as he goes. Before you can even register the new sensations you can feel a soft pressure against your clothed cunt, just enough to let you know the presence of his hand, but not enough for you to get off on. You’re mewling, once again trying to get closer to him. This time he allows it, eagerly pressing his ring and middle finger to your clit, allowing you to grind upon them.
Seeing you underneath him like this… it’s new and strange and so fucking hot. He’s watching you desperately try and fill the need building in your core, and he can only feel his cock twitch in his pants as he sees you coming undone. If you wanted more, he could definitely give it to you. Bringing his large hands away, to the flimsy fabric that was covering you, he pulls it down, exposing you to him. His heart and dick fucking jump. His hands return to your ass, watching the jiggle as you move and whimper. Spreading you, he brings his face down, breath tingling on your most sensitive areas.
Your breath catches in your throat as his tongue, gentle at first, licks between your folds. He’s tasting you, he’s moaning into your pussy, as you write beneath him. Eren’s hands are squeezing your ass cheeks, holding you still as you try to grind against his face.
“Patience, y/n”, he says, with a slap on your behind again.
“Fuck you,” you hiss.
“You will be in a minute, baby girl, don’t worry.”
You go to make a retort but he’s instantly back, licking up your slit and a deep moan escapes you. Jesus you can feel the smile on his lips as he’s back on your pussy. Eren is so proud of the sounds he can draw from you. He wonders if your ex could make you come undone so easily.
You taste sweet and saccharine on him, and he doesn’t hold back the groan as he further works his way into you. Hardened tongue moving it’s way from your entrance down to your clit. He swipes at it, before moving away again. Kissing your thighs, kissing the skin between your holes. Every now and then he’ll move back to your clit, allowing you a moment of pleasure before he’s teasing again. “Fuck, please”. Your whines are being smothered by the sheets, and Eren wants nothing more than to hear them, loud and clear.
Eren’s ringed fingers make their way to your hair, his face lifting from between your legs. He pulls you back round, and holy shit you can see how wet you are on his face. There’s a sheen to his lips and chin, and instinctively you reach up to his neck, pulling him back on top of you. Your tongue meets his, tasting your tartness on his mouth. A hand makes it way back down in between your thighs, playing and parting your folds. Your hand in turn reaches up his neck, pulling sharply at his hair once again. “Eren. More- please” you get out in between staggered breaths.
“Aw, since you asked so nicely” his eyes watch your expression closely as his thumb rests on your clit, his finger swiftly moving inside you. Your eyebrows raise and knot, eyes wide and lips parted. But he keeps it still as your legs shaked around his arm. “Eren, move” you demand this time.
“Oh, that’s not so nice. I liked it when you were polite.” He starts to retract his finger, thumb gently swabbing your clit so you’ll know what you miss.
“Please, please, please, Eren, please” you speak before he even gets the first knuckle out. All the teasing was creating a tightness in your lower stomach.
“Much better.”
You whine as he continues to pull his finger from you, until he pushes it back in, curling his solitary finger up. Your fingernails are pressing deep into the muscle of his bicep, feeling how it moves as he finger fucks you. He’s hitting that perfect spot inside you again and again, and his thumb is swiping eagerly on your clit.
Eren can feel you fluttering around his finger, desperate for more, desperate to release on him. He adds another finger, your wetness allowing him entrance easily. He wants to fuck you so bad, his cock so hard it felt like it was about to burst.
He pushes your hands off him, leaving crescent moon indents deep in his skin, he works his way back down. He brings the black silk with him this time, fully being able to take in your body as you’re left naked before him. Holy shit you’re beautiful. He doesn’t want to stare too long and make you shy. But he still kisses his way down, before he’s back at your pussy.
This time he allows you more movement, letting your fingers work their way back into his hair, letting you roll your hips against his tongue and stubble.
With his spare hand he pulls out his cock, slowly pulling at it, before he realises he can’t do that for too long without cumming before the main event. Instead he reaches up, rolling your perked nipples in between his fingers. There are so many sensations on your body, and Eren can feel your cunt beginning to tighten around his fingers. You hold your breath before letting out little moans, building towards reaching your height.
“You want to cum on my fingers?
Your back is arching, whispering “yes, yes, yes, please” as your walls are tightening around him. He quickens the pace, making sure to hit that spot inside you over and over. Thighs around his face, he can feel your slick pooling in his mouth, and coating his chin once again.
Your gummy walls are so tight around his thick fingers, he needs you to finish, watch you fully unravel below him. Sucking and licking at your clit, he’s pushing you towards the edge.
“Eren-” his name is strangled coming out of you, and then your moaning, undulating your cunt against his mouth, riding out your orgasm.
His jade eyes look up at you, watching as you pull your head up to look at him, before another wave of pleasure hits you and you have to arch your neck and look back up. He waits for you to come down, letting you fuck his face and fingers. Grinding against his stubble and tongue as you let out pitiful and beautiful moans. You’re so fucking wet, the sounds coming from between the two of you should be forbidden, as you release onto him.
Finally he withdraws, using his forearm to wipe his face. He lies next to you, allowing you a moment as he draws little circles on your stomach. Eren has never quite looked at you in this light. Sure, you were pretty, and the two of you were obviously close. But now you’d walked a line that couldn’t be undone. You weren’t over your ex, and as okay as Eren was with what had happened between you, he didn’t want you to run. He’s overcome with thoughts, looking down to your chest and the heavy breaths you were taking. All he could pray was that you weren’t pretending he was someone else.
But as Eren is getting caught up in his own mind, you’re twisting, hand reaching to his crotch, cock having been recaptured by his boxers. Palming him, you feel how big he really is for the first time. Fingers trace the edge of his pants and underwear, and he lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them down. Shit. His dick slapped back to his stomach, precum leaking from the top of his pink head. He was bigger than you’d imagined, because of course you’d imagined it a couple of times.
Your hand looks so small around his cock, but you slowly tease him, his deep green orbs following your movements. Bringing your head down to him, you kitten lick the precum from the top of his dick. He hisses gently, and you look up at him with these big doe eyes, so fucking eager to please.
You push your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue as you begin working along his shaft. He moans just at the sight of you, your eyes peeking up through dark lashes. His hand goes through your hair, eagerly pushing you deeper around him.
He lets out a hoarse, “is this okay?” before you put your own hand on his pushing it for the both of you. You don’t even want to come up for air, you just want him close to you, inside you.
You were learning far more about each other than you had expected, as Eren takes back over. He pushes himself further into you, muttering a good girl that has you whining. The vibrations around his cock make his hips buck, and now you’re gagging as his length hits the back of your throat. He holds you there instead of letting you off, and your nails are sharp against his thighs.
His head lolls back as he starts to move his hips under you, moving you in turn with your hair. He picks up the pace quickly, allowing saliva to drool from you and straight to his cock.
Your eyes prick, big fat tears forming at the corners. But you’re enjoying this way too much, the moans and gasps he gives make you moan, pressing your thighs together for some kind of friction.
He takes your jaw in his grasp, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Your tongue sits out your mouth, him smacking the head of his dick on it. He notices your tears then, the mascara that’s running a little. He swipes at the corner of your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss into your forehead.
Bringing you up to him, your dripping folds sliding across his length. His lips are on your cheeks, across your jaw, licking up your neck before reclaiming your plush lips once again. You continue grinding against one another, tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. Eventually Eren brings his hands to your hips, lifting you up as you hold his shaft up.
Your foreheads are pressed together as he slowly pushes inside you. The stretch is burning and all-consuming, eyes pricking up again as you feel him hit your furthest wall. Eren breathes out heavily, “So fucking tight”
You roll your hips, allowing some friction from him on your clit. It helps your muscles relax a little, and balancing your hands on his shoulders you push yourself up and down, using his length for your own pleasure. Eren’s eyes don’t leave your form, watching your breasts bounce and how your eyes flutter close as he fills you entirely.
“You really did want to be fucked, huh? Look at you” he teases you, watching as you go to talk back before he thrusts his hips up. It leaves the words caught in your throat.
His pace maintains, holding you in place as he fucks up into you, feeling your cunt clench around him. There are long moments where you hold your breath, holding his cock tight within you. Then you’ll release and moan, before holding it in again. Well, Eren is all too happy to help you with that.
One hand grabbing the flesh of your hip, the other wrapping around your throat, he pushes into you at a punishing rate. Your eyes go wide at the sudden restriction of your throat, feeling the cold metal of his ring against your pulse.
“Who knew this about you? That you were such a slut?”
As much as he knows you want to deny it, you want to smack the smugness from his voice, he can feel your pussy tighten around him. He sees your eyes roll back a little.
“You’re getting tighter.”
The hand on your hip moves down, attempting to hold you in place whilst letting his thumb press over your clit. The sounds of him slapping against your wetness is obscene, and he’s only distracted from it as you whimper out pathetic yes’s and please’s.
“You wanna cum?” he’s grunting, trying to keep the pace going until you can reach your peak.
You nod against his wide hand, still tight around your neck. “Oh you can do better than that. I already know how bad you want it, slut.”
“Please Eren, please make me cum. I want to cum, please, please, please” you can barely make out the words, your head going light and body tightening.
“Cum for me.”
You release, and as he can feel the fluttering of your walls around him, he lets go of your throat. The sudden oxygen as you cum leaves you overwhelmed. Burying yourself in his shoulder, he fucks you through it. Cock slapping up into your cunt over and over, somehow being sucked deeper in as you coat his length with more of your own slick. He can feel your nails breaking the flesh of his back as you’re holding on for dear life, moaning his name and even a fucking thank you into his ear.
As you begin to slow, legs shake as you stay straddled over him. He flips you, Eren now firmly on top, slowly moving in and out of you. The stimulation is intense, your cunt sparking at any sensation.
Caged between his forearms, his hair is a mess thanks to you. You push tendrils back past his ears as he leans down to kiss you once again. This kiss is different. It feels… less desperate. It feels deep and meaningful, caring even.
Your eyes meet in acknowledgment, both of you too worried to speak about the shift in tone.
He reaches down instead, pulling your leg up and splitting you on his cock. A tongue swipes at your nipple, biting and playing with each as he gradually picks up pace again. You’re still so fucking wet it’s easy for him to thrust into you at a dizzying pace. You can feel all of him against your gummy walls. Each time he passes that special spot inside you, you moan and gasp, and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.
His thrusts were becoming more primal, holding your thighs close around his hips. Letting your sweaty bodies collide again and again, his balls slapping against you. The grunts and moans coming from his lips were so infuriatingly erotic. Eren just wanted one more from you, and then he’d let himself finish. If this was to be a drunken mistake, so be it, but he would at least make it memorable.
Those jade eyes were on you once again, the power and dominance radiating from the immeasurable. He can see you barely being able to hold on, completely fucked out beneath him. You’re moaning and whining, hands moving over the swell of your breasts and playing with your nipples as if it’s going to keep you grounded.
He sits up, eyes flicking down to where you were conjoined. It took so much restraint not to cum inside you right then and there. Your glistening sex was so tight around him, the wet slapping noises echo again and again. You’re pulling and sucking him in, cream pooling around his length.
“Give me one more, y/n. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”
You try to look up at him through heavy lids. Your friend Eren saying this is so taboo. The words he’s said tonight so far from normal for the both of you. You flutter around him, somehow your pussy still wants to be fucked, still wants to push you off the edge one more time. You can feel the coil inside your stomach tightening.
Eyes rolling back, you can barely keep it together anymore. He’s pounding into you at a startling rate, fingers flicking over your clit again and again and again.
“P - please, it’s s-so good.”
Your breaths between words were quick, “you’re so big-”
“Yeah you like that? You like being so full of my cock? Such a pretty face you make when you’re all fucked out.”
Holy shit.
Eren could tell how much words affected you, your back arching and legs pulling him somehow closer into you.
“Come on, baby. I wanna hear those moans.” he’s grunting, getting so fucking close to losing himself in your cunt. He knows what he wants to hear most though, “say my name. Tell me who’s treating you how you should be”
With that, you’re losing yourself around him again. Writing on the bed, gripping sheets in tightly balled fists. White light taking over your sight as you clench around Eren. This orgasm was the most intense, taking your body by surprise in its overstimulated state. You weren’t even making a noise, just holding on to the high for as long as possible.
And then you shattered, whining and moaning, whispering his name over and over again.
As you moved underneath him, Eren kept his punishing pace up until he watched you expel the last of your energy. Name forming on your lips over and over again he falters, releasing inside you. You can feel the stickiness inside you, the sensation of being filled up. Eren watches for a moment as he sees the white pearls forming around your stretched out pussy.
His chest is back on yours as he kisses your neck, shoulders, whatever skin he can. Thrusting back into you a couple of times, he finally pulls out. You feel his cum dripping out of you, but you’re too spent to do anything about it.
Eren lies next to you, both of your bodies attempting to regulate from that.
“You okay?”
He’s checking in, making sure he didn’t go too far with someone he genuinely cares for.
You nod, turning to meet his stare. Giving him a drowsy smile, you’re not sure what comes next. But for now, you’re happy. Curling into his side, he puts an arm round you and lets you rest for a while. As he notices your breathing become deeper, he nestles into you, muttering something about clean up.
Moving away from you, you can make out some noises of a tap, drawers opening and closing. In your sleepy state you feel him gently wiping at you, two glasses of water being put on the bedside table. Finally he makes his way back to you, and Eren notes how cute you look. Hot and completely fucked out, yes. But also gentle and at peace, allowing the heaviness of sleep taking over.
He rests behind you, wanting to be back in your warmth. He pulls you in closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. The fragrance of you takes over his nostrils, and he’s all too eager to move closer to your hair, pressing one last kiss at the nape of your neck. Whatever tomorrow brings, he hopes it’s not the last time he gets to be this close to you.
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mie….could we please get college au eren headcanons👉🏽👈🏽
Of course. I’m always thinking about his big head anyway <33 might as well put it good use.
One thing he learned in college is how to make his hyperfocus/fixation episodes work for him; that’s why he schedules all his classes as close together as possible. He’d rather have class back to back for 5 hours, than have it spread out with hours in between lectures, because that increases his changes of cutting.
You can always tell when he’s in class and/or what class he’s in by how much he responds to your messages. If he doesn’t text back at all, he’s in a class that hard or one he enjoys, or both. But if he’s sending you iMessage games, then you know he’s in his elective that he couldn’t care else about (and is probably cheating in someway somehow lmfao).
He usually puts his phone on dnd when he’s in a class that’s important, but you’re in his favorite contacts, so your messages always ring through. What if it’s an emergency and you need him for something? Advanced Roots of Human Biology can wait.
Some days there are one or two our breaks between his lectures, that’s just how the scheduling works out. When that happens, he usually sneaks into one of your lectures, or goes to your place to take a nap. Your roommates have become accustomed to him, honestly they’ve been considering giving him a key.
Once, he didn’t realize that your lecture was basically a seminar, with you, the prof and maybe six other students. He still stayed lmao, and the prof was so amazed by his dedication, that she didn’t even mind. Occasionally, you’ll catch the two of them talking after lecture. It’s pretty cute the way she’s adopted him into the class even tho he’s not on the roster.
You... have to show him where the library is lmfao. He genuinely has not stepped foot in one until you bring him to one. He likes it tho lmao once he gets used to it.
Speaking of which, do not give him standard directions to find your classes on campus because all you’ll get is, “Babe, I’m gonna keep it real with you, I’ve never heard of the ‘West Quad’ a day in my life. What building are you near.”
He usually comes to see you in the library after all his lectures are done for the day. Sometimes he does homework, sometimes he’s just fucking around on his computer, sometimes he’s just bothering you. When you have to leave to go to class, he stays behind to watch your stuff so you don’t have to pack everything up and come back.
Very protective when it comes to keeping your seat for you. No, you cannot take that chair to your table you good for nothing freshman; it’s reserved for you.
He’ll drag you out of the library if you’ve been cooped up all day, tho. Eren will use his height and his strength against you to get you up. Placates you with kisses when he sees your angry expression, and promises to buy you food.
He takes your backpack for you when you’re walking together,m. His backpack is frustratingly light all the time, even during midterms. You swear all he’s got in there is a pencil and some flashcards.
If you have night classes, he sticks around to walk you home after, especially in the winter when it gets dark faster. If he’s not already on campus, he’ll walk/drive back to meet you; he just doesn’t like you going home alone. Even if your friend/roommate is in the class with you, Eren will walk or drive the both of you home for his own sanity.
He plays sports, so he usually has practice most evenings, but he’ll find a way to make time. If practice was particularly brutal, he’ll probably crash at your place.
He loves it when you come to meet him after practice. His whole face lights up and he waves obnoxiously, before he gathers up his stuff and all but sprints towards you. You get a cold water bottle to the face, or a bit of water splashed on you usually, which he takes immense amusement in.
He knows it’s not possible for you to make it to all of his games, and usually it doesn’t bother him much; you’ve got your own life, and work to worry about. All he asks is that you wear his jersey, or any item of his sports apparel/merch on game day (he’s partial to hoodies).
By the time junior year rolls around, he’s not all that interested in attending parties that aren’t hosted by your friends; so, unless it’s at Connie, Jean, or Reiner and Bertholdt’s place, Eren will usually decline. Even team parties, he’s not crazy about unless it’s to celebrate a championship or something. He’d much rather celebrate with you.
He does get excited about hosting parties though, and he and Jean become pretty damn good co-hosts. They don’t throw ragers, and that’s probably why Eren likes it so much. It’s usually your friend group and a couple plus ones, some good music, games, weed, and take-out.
He’ll buy you coffee whenever you ask for it. The first time, he just orders something plain, not really knowing the difference between anything; but give it two or three tries, and he’ll get it perfect. He becomes so good that he can order you something new/different and you’ll love it.
That’s kind of the start of his own coffee addiction, and more often than not, when he buys you a cup, he’s on his second or third of the day himself. The flavor has really grown on him, okay.
He much prefers your apartment, but on occasion, he’ll ask you to come to his. You’ve been studying for so long, a change of environment should do you good, he claims. He’s a fucking liar tho because that’s all Eren Talk for “I do genuinely want you to come over, but my plans are to coerce you out of doing your assignments and doing me instead.”
Lmfao he adds you on Apple Watch Rings just so you can see him close his rings every day and laugh at you. Even if yours get closed by virtue of walking around campus or working out or whatever, his numbers are stupidly high because he fucking has practice at least 4 days of the week.
Of course when you’re running on a soccer field for 2 hours every day, you close your Move Ring five times, Eren. Leave the rest of us alone.
He buys you guys matching accessories for your keychains. It’s something pretty cute, and slightly random, but it reminded him of you. It also serves as a reminder to himself to take his fucking keys with him when he leaves his house.
He sleeps like a fucking rock, so do not let him fall asleep in the library. Waking him up is a mission, and he’s never happy to be woken up. He looks kinda cute tho.
He schedules dates for you and his friends. Usually by accident, but hear me out. Sometimes he’ll make plans with Armin, then forget that he has class or a test or something; so his solution is to text you, “hey, i forgot min and i were supposed to go some aquarium tomorrow but i have a midterm so here’s the pdf of my ticket, go with him for me, thanks babe love u” then, boop, you and Armin have an aquarium date Friday evening.
The same thing happens with Mikasa, though, she usually catches the scheduling conflict before Eren does, and invites you out herself. You and Mikasa hang out quite a bit anyway, so it comes to the point where she tells you when she’s gonna hang out with Eren, so you can make yourself free for when he inevitably remember he has a game that day.
Mikasa is most amazed that you’ve put up with Eren this long lmao. You’ve certainly lessened her Eren & Armin babysitting hours, and for that she’s eternally grateful. Also, she’s just happy to have another close friend. She loves Eren and Armin, but they’re not the most social beings, and she was literally their only friend besides the other for all their childhood PLEASE she’s so happy you’re around.
It’s Mikasa, however, who babysits you and Eren whenever you both get too drunk. Says you guys are two peas in a pod (affectionate<2)
If you tell Eren something important that happened, like an internship you got, or a good grade in a class, or something, he usually relays that information to his mom pls. He texts her every day, and if she doesn’t ask for an update on you first, he gives her one.
Carla calls you sometimes, too. At least once every few weeks, just to check on you herself. She really likes you for Eren, and is grateful someone is willing to put up with her hotheaded son.
Eren’s always using your fucking chapstick. Always. You know he has his own, so why he needs to use yours is beyond you. Finds time to make some dumbass comment about how it’s an “indirect kiss” every time he uses it too. Like bro, we’re dating, and have had many direct kisses why are you like this.
He posts on Instagram every few weeks or so, but you’re on his story every few days. Usually, it’s just a video of you minding your business and doing your work while Eren slowly zooms in before making some loud noise to surprise you, all so he can get your reaction on video and laugh at it. He’s annoying.
He’s a bit of a copycat when it comes to the products you use. He’ll buy the same brand of pens as you (for that matter, all of his school supplies mirror yours because what does he know about the difference between A4 and A5 notebooks?), put a little hand sanitizer on his backpack like yours (and a lotion, too, for good measure), he even copies your Starbucks order until he finds one he likes for himself. It’s one of his love languages <3
If you’re wondering where your eyelash curler went, Eren stole it to try it on himself, hurt himself, vowed to never use it again, went back because he wanted to “do it right and not give up,” liked the results when he didn’t pinch his eyelid, and now it’s his.
That being said, stop trying to put your Fenty lipgloss on him, it’s never going to happen. Eye makeup, maybe, only if you sit in his lap and he can have his hands on your ass while you do it.
What he does love is letting you do his skincare. He will set aside dedicated skincare nights, he adores it. Easily one of his favorite things ever.
You have his wallet. Not because he’s your sugar daddy or anything (although, if you want something, he’d definitely let you use his card to get it; and even if you bought something without asking, he wouldn’t think twice about it), but because he put it in your bag once and never took it out.
When you tried to give it back, he just shook his head and told you to keep it, “I have my ID in my phone case anyway, and you’re less likely to lose it. Plus I put all my cards on Apple Pay, so I’m good.”
When you do make it to a game of his, he’s all over you when it’s over. Not in a cocky athlete boyfriend kind of way; in a very sleepy boyfriend kind of way. He’s usually got ice on at least one part of his body, and he’s got half his body weight on you as you walk to the car.
By the time you guys get back to your place, he’s practically sleep walking. The only thing on his mind is taking a hot shower to soothe his muscles, and heading to bed. The aftermath of game days aren’t all that bad though, because even if you didn’t show, you’re always there to kiss him when he’s home and massage his shoulders, and cuddle him to sleep; and that’s his favorite part.
#anonymous#hes so fucking cute hes my fucking BOYFRIENDDDDDDDDD#eren x reader#aot x reader#eren jaeger x reader#aot imagines#eren fluff#eren smut
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so uh,,,,this ended up being alot softer then i was expecting LMAO.
Bully!eren x reader
Cw: not alot, some smut at the end. Tame for me but i was in my FEELINGS okay.
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The familiar sleek black of erens benz pulls up to the side of your house as you walk home from a late night trip to the grocery store, pints of ben & jerrys ice cream in the bags, as well as several other snack items one might munch on to cram for an exam, which is what you planned on doing.
You side step more onto the sidewalk when he pulls up beside you, still driving just slow enough to match your pace. He rolls down the window, jerking his head, “Just the girl i wanted to see,” he drawls hooking his arm out his window to lean out a little, he grins, “its fate”
You scrunch your nose up and scoff “Stalking is another word for it, jaeger”. You look him over suspiciously, “you wanted to see me?”
He rolls his eyes. He’s wearing aviator sunglasses, pushed up his forehead. Loitering in front of your house like this, you’re aware of how different the worlds you live in are. Everything about eren is expensive, from his car to his sunglasses to his clothes, even the way he smells, the cologne he wears, all tells how important he is. Meanwhile here you are in your oversized hoodie and leggings, hands full of stuff you’d bought from the convenience store, prepared to spend your night busting your ass to even stay in the college you had to claw your way to get into, wherein he had gotten in without even trying. You’re not self conscious, at least not usually. You’d never yearned to be apart of erens world too terribly, and it was eren who always sought you out, not the other way around, when there was plenty of rich girls right up his alley and status that would be glad to be with him and yet here he was at 11pm at night. You try to push down the way your heart flutters at that fact.
“Uh huh. Get in the car, bambi, m’taking you somewhere” his teeth are a flash of white against the night, promising trouble, as always. Your grip on your bags tightens, as does your heart in your chest. You glance away, “i have to study”
“Study?”
Your brows pinch together and you hold up your bags “Not that you’d care, jaeger, but some of us have to actually study to achieve our goals. I can't entertain you tonight, im busy”
Eren doesn’t look put out in the slightest, glancing down at your bags with casual disinterest“You dont need to study”. And then he looks up at you and meets your eyes, your breath catching, they look closer to the shade of seaglass today. “You’re smarter than anyone i know, ___, and i know alot of people. Whatever you want to pass? You’re already there. Just come with me, please”
Your eyes widen and your heart spasms in your chest, caught off guard by the raw honesty in his voice. He has moments like this, where he usually teases you and gets under your skin but sometimes he says something that makes everything in you jolt. Its not fair. Its confusing and it messes with your head, makes it fuzzy, weakens you and makes you do things you’d never do with a clear mind.
You wish you could fight it, wish you could roll your eyes and tell him no and do what you need to do. But you don’t. Huffing you say, “Ugh, fine. Just let me put this stuff up, my ice creams probably already a puddle by now” you turn and rush up to your house, ears burning when you hear him call out, “Thatta girl!”
You try not to put everything away to hastily, thinking he ought to squirm just a little, but even you can’t deny the eager buzzing under your skin. When you clamber into the passenger seat of his car eren turns to grin at you as he flicks his sunglasses back over his eyes. “Knew you’d see reason, bambi”. You roll your eyes at the nickname, crossing your arms over your chest as you side eye him warily, “where are you taking me jaeger, is this a kidnapping?”
“Not a kidnapping when you want it, sweetheart”, eren says, putting his arm around the back of your seat as he backs up his car to make a uturn. You dont know if the flustered leap in your chest is from the petname or the way his forearm looks flexing, the cords in his neck prominent as he looks behind him for any oncoming cars. “Just trust me, yeah? You’ll like it”
You sink in the seat, trying to get away from the warm heat of his arm so close to you, but hes taking it away soon enough, only to draw your attention again to the way his hands look steering the wheel. His hands….You turn to look out the window, opting for silence, because you feel like you’re about to lose your mind. This car is just so..him and its overwhelming your senses. It smells good, it smells like him, his cologne wafting all around you. The sleek interior of his car is crisp, clean, sharp, and just so richboy it feels surreal. You haven’t been in his car before.
Eren seems okay with the silence though, tapping his finger idly against the wheel as soft music plays from the radio. Its strangely peaceful, actually. Before you know it, the whirring of houses and neighborhoods and highway turns into palm trees and sand. You sit up straighter, coming out of your daze when you realize eren is pulling his car into the sandy bank by a large body of water. The beach. You haven’t had a chance to go here.
The water looks like black at this time of night, there are no waves, just sparkling dark abyss that stretches out for ages and ages, glittering under the moonlight. There are no other cars parked close to you so its just you, eren, and the sea.
You spend quite awhile gawking at the ocean before you come to your senses and turn to face eren. He has his elbow propped on the wheel, chewing idly on his thumb as he peers at you from over his sunglasses. A small smile is playing at his lips as he watches you.
You gape, “What…”
“You’re cute when you’re excited, you know” his voice is low, dropped in that way that makes your toes curl in your shoes. You ignore the way your heart skips at his words, probing him, “Why did you bring me here, ren?”
He turns to face forward, flipping the radio off so theres no background noise between the two of you. Taking his sunglasses off the folds them and puts them on the dash, sighing as he watches the ocean from out the windshield, gnawing on his lips. Tap, tap, tap, his fingers on the wheel go as you wait for him to speak. “Last week,” he starts, glancing at you, “When we had to do those presentations in class about places we feel at home..you talked about the library”
He laughs under his breath like its some kind of endearing joke, shaking his head a little. You dont speak. “The library is where i first saw you, you know? I mean, before all this, before i..talked to you, i noticed you before you ever noticed me.” A small secret smile plays on his lips, “You were reading ‘percy jackson and the lightning thief’, and you haid your hair in pigtails. Your glasses were way to big your face. My first thought was ‘wow she looks like an owl’, but then i saw you laugh at something on the page and my second thought was ‘i want to know her’. We were in middle school.”
Green eyes connect with yours, “You still go there, i know. But anyway..this is. My place, i guess”. He purses his lips “i figure since i'm always intruding on your little sanctuary , i’d let you see mine”
You take everything he just said in. He’d known about you, noticed you, since middle school? You hadn’t acknowledged him until sophomore year of highschool, hadn’t spoken to him since senior year, when this tug and pull had first begun between you two. You remembered that day, your mother wouldn't buy you the series so you’d relied on constantly re-reading the books at the library. It was around that time you began to see that place as something special, too. Tucked away from the world, you could lose yourself in another's story. It was like magic. And to realize eren had been there the whole time, had glimpsed that, realized that the library was your special place, that he’d even payed attention to your presentation in class at all in the first place...that he was here, showing you something of himself in return, even though you’d never asked. You’d wondered of course.
Eren was an enigma, he was on most days, the bane of your existence. He had made your life a living hell on many occasions, but with that, he also made you feel more alive than ever before. He’d dragged you out of your bubble and challenged you to see the world beyond school and books and fiction, he raised your emotions and forced you to experience everything head on. Anger, confusion, happiness, anxiety, thrill, lust and…
You look at him. The way the moonlight curls into the car like a kind of mist, making his eyes look absolutely beautiful. The soft wave to his brown hair, his eyelashes, everything about him made you ache with desire. All the time, even when you swore you hated him, you wanted him.
“Kiss me”. Its whispered out so low, for a moment you worry he might not hear it. Its the first time you’ve asked for him, reached for him first without his taunting to guide a confession from you. With this request, filling the air between you, you’re making it known that you want him, want this. It doesn’t change anything and yet it somehow changes everything. You can’t look in the mirror and tell yourself he doesn’t occupy your mind and your heart anymore. Not after this.
Eren seems to realize this too, his intake of breath letting you know he heard you loud and clear. “__..” he says, inching closer. His eyes, dark now, are so very hungry as he closes in. In a moment his lips, soft, so soft, are on yours. You sigh into his kiss, opening for him easily when his tongue glides into your mouth. His hand comes up to cup your jaw, tenderly, thumb stroking it. God, you want to eat him, you want him to eat you. The wet smack of your lips fills the car as you hungrily nip, and suck, and kiss at each others lips.
When eren pulls back, he’s panting, hair disheveled. You don’t remember when your hands first sunk into his hair, but they must have, messed up as it is now. He looks at you like he wants to devour you, he licks his lips. “I’m gonna put your seat back,” he tells you slowly, each word dripping with finality, “im going to kiss every inch of your body and then you’re opening those legs for me and letting me inside, baby”
You don’t have it in you to act scandalised, you know what you want. You’d basically asked for it. You just nod, never taking your eyes off his face when he reaches down and pulls the lever. And then you feel yourself being tilted backwards as the seat goes back, laying you flat. Your chest heaves with barely contained need as eren then settles above you, every clothed inch of him hovering just barely above you.
Holding your eyes, eren lowers himself. You spread your legs easily to accommodate him, gasping when you feel his clothed cock settle right against your clit through your leggings. He rocks once, gently, against you, his hair hanging over his forehead as he looks down at you with utter want in his eyes, “Want you to feel me”, he murmurs, and rocks again, “Wanna fill you up so good, you can’t ever pretend that im not apart of you. Because, this, baby?” Another rock, a shuddered moan leaving your lips, “This is it. No ones gonna fuck you like i do, no ones gonna get inside that little head and play the games we play so well together.”
One of his hands trails up your thigh, dipping his hand under the fabric of your leggings and pulling them slightly down, he pecks your lips, once, twice, three times. “Tell me”, he groans into your mouth, peeling your clothes off you slowly, “Tell me you understand, Tell me this is everything”
And you tell him. Tell him through your whimpers when he parts the folds of your slick cunt with his fingers buried inside you. Tell him through your moans into his mouth when he shoves his jeans down and splits you open on his cock. Tell him through sighs of his name, when he rocks into you, licking into your mouth as he spears you open. Tell him through the way you claw your fingers down his back when starts to fuck you hard, rocking the car with the force of his thrusts. Tell him through the way you spread your legs, even wider, toes curling as he wrings orgasm after orgasm out of your tight little pussy milking him.
“Its everything, you’re everything…” You cry out again and again, clutching onto him as he pumps you full of his cum, groaning brokenly into your neck.
“Fuck”. He pulls back to look down at you, brushing your damp hair back from your face, still inside you. “You’re gonna fucking kill me, you little nerd”
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Deflowered Part Three
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Rating: E (explicit)
Pairing: Zeke Jaeger x Reader
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Warnings: attempted coercion, drugs use (weed, mentioned shrooms and coke), trauma talk (death of parents), reader’s backstory, subtle manipulation, rough sex, vulnerability, zeke knowing better
A/N: you can tell i wrote this before i knew how much i hated floch, otherwise he would be the fuckboy, just so everyone is aware. i actually really like ian in the series lmao.
So, you have a crush on Zeke.
It comes as an annoying revelation, but it's the truth, and you know it's the truth because you can't stop thinking about him. He's in your head all the time, the events and short conversations from a week ago replaying like a slideshow.
You know you shouldn't fall, shouldn't let yourself get in too deep since this can only end badly. Because of that, you turn down any offer to hang out at the Jaeger Bros. household. The mere thought of going over there, of seeing Zeke even in passing, makes your stomach ache in an uncomfortable yet satisfying way.
Even without coming in contact with him, though, it's impossible to ignore Zeke, not with the way your phone has been lighting up with his contact every few hours. It's your own fault. He texted you asking how you liked the playlist a few days ago, and you responded, prompting him to ask a few questions, prompting a conversation. One that won't die (not that you truly want it to).
Z🙊, 4:17PM
The dude is kind of a dick, but he's a musical genius so whatever
Anyway, what are you up to?
You gnaw on your lower lip, thumbs poised over your keyboard as you contemplate how this might go. Your friends, brother included, are at Eren's, but you're not, and you're sure that if Zeke is there, he's noticed.
Honesty is the best policy, and while you don’t tell him you're purposely putting distance between the two of you, you at least tell him what you've chosen over him.
You, 4:19PM
homework unfortunately 😖 AP physics was not a good idea.
It really wasn't, and the fact that you're a year older than most of the seniors only adds insult to injury, makes you feel stupid that these concepts aren't clicking, but you'll be damned before you drop to the regular course. The only way to get a decent scholarship is to show off. It's your last option at this point.
Another reason to not get distracted.
Z🙊, 4:22PM
Send me a pic
Your eyebrows raise, gut stirring with anticipation.
You, 4:22PM
Uh… of what??
Z🙊, 4:23PM
Your homework obviously
Letting out a thin breath, you nod to yourself. Obviously. What else could he have been asking for?
You stare at the textbook on your lap, your paper covered in marks from an abused eraser, then move your phone over it to take a picture, editing it to highlight what’s important.
You, 4:25PM
Good luck
Attachment: 1 image
Z🙊, 4:27PM
I’m literally in grad school for the subject. I think I can handle it, babe.
One sec
Your belly feels like it’s suddenly full of bugs, and it’s hard to tell if it’s because Zeke just gave you a little taste of his personal life, or if it’s because said little taste solidifies the fact that he’s extremely intelligent. Even with the condescension, you can’t help but feel hot, skin prickling as you wait.
Z🙊, 4:30PM
Alright I can call and walk you through it
The thought that you didn’t actually ask for his help runs through your frazzled brain, but it’s quickly followed by the reminder that you’ve been staring at this specific problem for almost an hour.
Zeke figured it out in three minutes.
You text back ‘okay’, take a few deep breaths and flip to a new page in your notebook. When your phone lights up again, however, it’s with a FaceTime call, and your heart is suddenly in your throat. Hearing his voice is one thing, but seeing him on screen is an entirely different matter.
Swearing, you smooth down your hair as best you can, very aware of your bare face and cami-clad torso. You slide your thumb over the call to open it, and there he is.
“Hey,” he nods, gracing you with a half smile.
The week’s progress of not seeing him goes down the drain in a nanosecond.
Shaggy hair is a little messy, falling over his forehead, curling around his ears so that you can barely see the tips of his AirPods. He’s shaved since you last saw him, thick, blond stubble just a shadow of the beard you’re used to. And, he’s shirtless. You can see his bare shoulders and collarbone, know what he looks like further down, and fuck, you’re already blushing.
“Uh, hi.”
His eyes are somehow just as disconcerting through the screen, lit up by it and glowing pale blue. Zeke stares at you for a moment, mouth curving upward more and more until he finally chuckles and shakes his head.
“Okay, so what you’re gonna do—...”
A relieved sigh escapes you, happy to get straight down to business.
Because your problem isn't that you don't want to talk to him; it's that you do want to. To flirt with him. To get to know him. You want it badly. It makes your palms sweat and neck tingle. Makes you bite your lip and shift your hips. It makes you desperate.
But you push it all away, hold your phone with one hand while writing with the other. Your gaze flicks from your paper to the screen, listening closely as Zeke explains the steps, and you’re impressed with how he can break it down into smaller components when this is probably baby stuff to him. Most people hit a certain level of education in a subject and lose their ability to simplify it, too used to more complicated work so they forget the basics.
Zeke is patient, though, pausing and backtracking when you shake your head, asking, “Where did I lose you?” every time and picking up from that point.
He does this for the remaining seven problems you have, and you knock out homework that likely would have taken you all night in about half an hour. Still, you imagine Zeke had to have had more interesting things he could have busied himself with.
When you ask him, though, walking with your phone to the corner of your room where your backpack is, he just makes a non-committal noise and tells you, “Eren is here with his friends, and I’m trying to avoid going downstairs.”
His friends, your friends, they’re all the same, and you get that bubbling sensation in your gut when you think about the fact that all of them are over there, where you could be, but you’re at home, talking with Zeke on the phone.
Nobody knows. It’s something you constantly ruminate on. Whatever this is you have with him, no one else is aware of it. It’s just between the two of you, and that alone adds another thick layer of tension to the current conversation.
“I mean, I know you have a TV in your room—”
“Nothing worth watching.”
“And a giant bookshelf—”
“Not interested.”
You plop back onto your mattress, sticking your feet under the sheets and getting comfortable only to tense when Zeke speaks up again.
“The real question is why you aren’t over here.” Your grip tightens on your phone, and you look away from the screen, tugging your bottom lip into your mouth without an answer for him. “I’ve seen you bring homework over before, so what changed?”
“I just,” you swallow, try to wet your uncomfortably dry mouth before managing out, “I knew I was gonna have a shitty time with this assignment and didn’t really want your brother and Jean screaming at a screen making it even shittier.”
Zeke hums, and when you meet his stare again, you can tell that he has something else he wants to say, probably the same thought you’re having: you could have always just brought it up to his room.
But, you also know the argument to that: you wouldn’t have actually gotten anything done, too busy admiring or kissing or fucking Zeke to care about any amount of schoolwork.
And, he seems to realize this because he snickers and lowers his head, his face hidden for a moment as light hair hangs over his glasses.
When he looks back up, his expression is softer, and he agrees with a short, “That’s fair. They’ve been especially fucking rowdy tonight, so I can’t blame you.”
Good, good.
“Was just worried you were nervous or something.”
Shit.
You hide your cringe but feel your face heat horribly, don’t even know how to respond to that, but thankfully you don’t have to as the front door to the apartment slams, the familiar sounds of Ymir coming home and routinely shedding everything on her person sending a panicked buzz through your system.
“Definitely not nervous,” you breathe, forcing a smile, then tilt your head and tell him, “Hey, my cousin just got home with dinner, so I’m gonna eat, but thank you for helping me tonight.” You can at least sound genuine about this. “I really appreciate it, Zeke.”
He waves a hand as if he were actually right in front of you, casually shrugging, “Anytime. Have a good night.”
“You too.”
The breath you suck in once the call is ended is monumental, your chest expanding more than it has in the last forty-five minutes, and you toss your phone to the foot of the bed and lay against your pillows, blinking up at your ceiling.
You can already smell fried chicken wafting through the apartment, no doubt picked up on Ymir’s drive home, but all it does is nauseate you, your stomach in knots, any sign of appetite completely gone.
This is getting out of hand. It has been since the first night. Your entire being—body, mind, and soul—feels lit on fire, like you need to scream or cry or come (not helpful).
But, there’s also this deadly calm right at your core, a smooth numbness that’s sometimes able to convince you everything will be okay, just ride it out. It’s that energy that you fall into when you’re around Zeke, like it thrives off his charm and wraps you up inside of it.
Zeke isn’t here, though, and you are alone with your thoughts, groan when your phone vibrates because that pit in your stomach only grows.
You could just ignore it. You are “eating dinner” after all. Naturally your curiosity quickly wins out, making you sit up and reach for your phone.
The name you look down at isn’t the one you’re expecting, though. It doesn’t inspire the same fluttery feeling in your stomach (and pussy) which is strange because just a couple weeks ago, you had been in the throes of puppy-like infatuation.
Ian 💞, 5:18PM
hey you wanna come over tomorrow? feel like i havent seen you in a long time
Your response is instant: yeah, what time?
Because maybe… Maybe you can ground yourself with this much safer option, this nice, younger college boy who obviously likes you, who you liked a lot but simply forgot about.
It’s cruel, really. Ian deserves a fighting chance.
And, so do you.
Ian lives in the dorms at the college downtown. You get there at around seven in the evening, smile when you see the boy who is
supposed
to be your crush, suddenly reminded why. Tall and thin, Ian is cute with his high cheekbones and boyish smile. He’s still growing into himself, obviously has a few years on the boys you go to school with but lacks that easy confidence Z—
No.
He invites you in, stepping to the side and waiting to close the door. There are two beds in the cramped space, but before you can ask, he tells you, “Roommate’s back home for a few days. Family stuff.”
You nod, glance around to take in the messy desks, the posters on the walls, the pile of clothes sticking out of a half-open closet. It’s all very…
Underwhelming.
It’s an odd experience, knowing that you should be nervous but aren’t. You can almost feel the empty cavity of your abdomen where those butterflies should be, their flapping wings nowhere to be found. Ian probably has plans for today, the two of you alone in his room for however long, and you’ve prepared accordingly because it’s what you’ve wanted all along, right? You wanted to impress him. You wanted to be good for him. That’s why you did what you did in the first place.
Breathing in deeply, you smile, “So, what d’you wanna do?”
Ian scratches the back of his head, shrugs his shoulders. “I was thinking maybe just watch something—catch up on things, you know?”
“Okay.”
You toe off your shoes, follow him when he steps over to his bed after grabbing a console controller from the TV stand. There isn’t much space on the twin mattress, but Ian leans against the wall, making as much room for you as he can. Still, it’s impossible not to be pressed hip to hip, and you already know in what direction you’re headed, how the two of you will end up before the evening is over.
“So, I have Netflix… Hulu…” You watch as he toggles through the options, having no real opinion of your own. “I’ve just been making my way through the Fast and Furious movies—”
“That’s fine. You can choose one of those.”
He does, reaching over you to set his controller on the nightstand on your other side. As he pulls back, you look closely at him, young and fresh-faced, and something in your stomach drops.
“I’m glad you invited me over,” you tell him.
“I’m glad you came.”
He gets a little more comfortable, makes a dramatic show of putting his arm around your shoulders and tugging you closer, and you giggle for him, willing away the tension in your body.
This isn’t new. You and Ian have cuddled before, have shared kisses. You’ve been ‘talking’ for over a month now, though you’re surprised he didn’t just drop you entirely considering your recent radio silence.
You met through mutual friends—Eren knows Petra who knows Rico who knows Ian. A party here, a chance run-in there, and now, here you are.
The movie holds little interest to you, fast cars and too much testosterone for you to be able to appreciate, so you spend about half of it mapping out what your next move should be. Should you make the first one? Would he appreciate you taking the lead? Are you qualified for it?
“Like this?”
“Yeah, just like that… Fuck, so good. You’re being so good for me…”
Heat travels down your spine, spreading to your hips, your center, and yes—yes, you can do this. You have the experience now.
You scoot impossibly closer, rest your head against Ian’s shoulder and hum when he turns to place a chaste kiss at your hairline. Smiling, you try to take him in, his smell, his wiry arm pressed against you, his long hair tickling your cheek. You want to cement it, drive out any thoughts of blond hair and blue eyes, of confident smirks and praises.
Tilting your chin up, you kiss Ian softly, lips turning up as he sighs contentedly. He waits for several seconds before testing the waters with his tongue, but you gladly accept the intrusion, thinking of his mouth and his face, Ian Ian Ian, not Ze—
Both of you shift on the bed, moving further down to lay on your sides. Ian hooks your leg over his hip, not so subtly grinding against your heat as he starts sucking on your neck.
He's a little sloppy but very enthusiastic, teeth and tongue no doubt leaving marks, and that thought has your stomach rolling.
"You just look good bruised."
Taking his face in your hands, you guide Ian back to your mouth, engaging him in a much more heated kiss as you use your leg to draw him closer to you.
His proportions are off—hips too narrow, legs too long. Your fingers get tangled in his hair rather than simply carding through wavy strands, and when he pulls back to look at you, you're almost startled by his dark irises.
You can do this. You can do this. Just stop thinking about him.
"Can I, uh…" Ian bites his lip and glances away as his cheeks darken a shade. "Can I try something?"
Lifting an eyebrow, you play coy, "Try what?" but the way he's slowly inching down your body, pushing you to lay on your back, answers your question.
"You haven't really… done much, have you?" He breathes against your belly, lifting your shirt to mouth over prickling skin.
"I, uh—no."
It's not a complete lie. Your eyes have been opened, but you're still lacking sexual knowledge in terms of quantity, relatively new to this realm.
Ian situates himself between your thighs, pinches the material of your leggings and pulls them down over your hips. He doesn't ask, just bites his lower lip, and admires the parts of you he's never seen before.
Your gut stirs uncomfortably, a lump forming in your throat as anticipation bubbles up from your chest. Anticipation and… something else.
"Just trust me, okay?" He says, lowering to his chest and gripping the meat of your legs to spread them further. "It's gonna feel really good."
Using fingers to open you up for him, Ian makes the first pass over your entrance with his tongue, and you're able to put a name to that other feeling: dread.
Because it feels wrong. It feels forced. He's too gentle, almost experimenting with you rather than going down. You let out little noises here and there, more for his benefit than for yours, shift beneath him and buck when he finally finds your clit.
He's not bad. He isn't hurting you. He's just…
Not Zeke.
You toss an arm over your eyes, arching your back and groaning. Why why why can't you stop thinking about him? Just for one god damn second. You didn't come here to compare; you came here to forget.
"Feel good?" Ian murmurs against your thigh, and you nod.
He can't seem to keep a steady rhythm as he licks into you, too busy trying different things, trying to provoke a reaction, but the only time he elicits a genuine response from you is when he begins to slide a long finger into your hole.
At last, the image in your head swims and dissipates, replaced by blissful nothingness as Ian starts pumping his hand back and forth. He doesn't curl the digits or aim for any particular spot, but the fact that he's inside of you is enough to at least start scratching that itch.
You think about warning him of the mess you're likely to make, no—the mess you absolutely will make with the proper stimulation. Will Ian actually be able to get you there, though? And, if he does, will he mind the squirting?
"Most guys find it hot. I certainly do."
God dammit.
You wriggle your hips, desperate to feel more of Ian, to feel him deeper and thicker. You want to be full again. You want—
"I think—" you pant, dropping your arm but keeping your eyes squeezed shut. "I wanna—I want you to…"
He moves quickly, climbing back over you to kiss you as he wrenches open the drawer to his nightstand and fumbles around in it.
You don't feel nearly as wet as you have been, but it should be fine with lube. That's what you've been led to believe. You'll be fine.
Ian grabs a little bottle and sets it on the side table then stands up to quickly rid himself of his shirt and pants. Sitting up, you tug your own top over your head, vaguely hear the sound of a cap opening, and when your line of sight is clear again, you find Ian spreading lube over his cock.
It's nice—a little thin, but long with a dark red tip. It would more than do the job you want it to, but—
"Uh," you cough, glance up from his dick and prompt, "Condom?"
He stops mid stroke, looking a lot like a deer caught in headlights, then tells you, "I don't use 'em. Doesn't feel as good."
And, for a moment, you just blink at him, taken aback by his honesty but offended that he thinks this would be okay with you.
"Well, I'm not on birth control yet so…"
He places a knee on the bed and leans over you, trying to be smooth as he catches you in a kiss that you quickly pull away from.
"It's okay, babe. I'll pull out, I promise."
Your stomach lurches.
Last time, in the car, it was different. Both of you forgot, too lost in the heat of the moment.
But now, you're of completely sound mind, know that this isn't what you want and have the time and power to say it.
"Ian, I'd really rather you just put on a condom."
You push gently at his chest, making him straighten up, but he still pouts and grumbles, "The layer ruins the sensation. I just wanna—"
Your patience snaps in a flash, "Alright," and you reach over to grab your shirt, tugging it back on.
"Wait, wait—"
"No." Moving around him, you retrieve your leggings and stand, pulling them up hastily and muttering, "You obviously have expectations that I can't meet, so fuck it. I'm not about to get myself into trouble just 'cause you can't stand the thought of being a little less sensitive."
Your heart is thundering in your chest, hands shaking as you dig through your purse for your keys.
You're not being a bitch, right? It's a safety issue! You don't know where he's been just like he doesn't know where you have.
Ian calls your name, struggling with his pants and choking out apologies, but you just wave him off, slipping your feet into your shoes and walking out. You almost feel bad for him. Maybe if you would have just let your request sink in or explained yourself better, he would have understood.
In the end, though, you're pretty sure he just wanted to get his dick wet, probably figured you were too innocent to know better.
Fuck that.
You have to wait ten minutes for your Uber, but the ride back to the apartment is mostly silent save for the radio station your driver chooses when you fail to voice your own preference. Your brain is a battleground of emotions. Pride for making the decision best suited for you, sorrow for likely ruining this almost relationship with Ian, and guilt for thinking about someone else the entire time you were in his dorm. The two of you would have probably been doomed if you managed to go through with fucking him, anyway. Just saved yourself a lot of trouble.
You're relieved when you make it back home, tip your driver generously then ascend the concrete steps to your apartment. You know Marco is out with Jean and figure Ymir has probably invited her friends over since you told her you would also be away for the evening. You didn't give her any details, but… She knows.
You can already hear loud laughter before you even turn your keys in the door—Reiner, you think—and it brings a small smile to your face, only for it to fall when you walk in to find the same group from the restaurant a couple weeks ago.
The Exact. Same. Group.
"Hey!" Galli is standing before anyone else, avoiding all the feet and knees in his path to you, then slinging an arm around you and taking a sip of the beer in his other hand. "Ymir, I thought you said your cousin was out tonight."
On the couch, Ymir cocks her head and squints at you. "She was supposed to be. What gives?" There's a bong in her lap, a tray on the table covered in little piles of ground up weed. Ymir doesn't like smoking around you and Marco, afraid of setting a bad example or something, but you really don't mind.
It's hard to focus on her, however. You're barely even aware of Galli hanging off you, waiting for your answer. All you can focus on are the pale eyes staring at you from the chair in the corner.
You feel nauseous, phantom touches from Ian playing out on your body as you stare at Zeke, and all you can do is grit your teeth and shake your head.
"Just… didn't work out," you finally tell Ymir, shrugging away from Galli and making your way to the back hallway.
Ymir must pass her piece off to someone else because she's up and following you.
"It was a guy, right?" You grimace. "Was he a creep or something? Do I need to kick his ass?"
You snort, turning just as you reach your doorway and grinning at the older girl. "He was just being a college boy, 'Mir."
"So, I do need to kick his ass."
"No."
She doesn't seem convinced. You drawl, "I'm fine. Just gonna shower," then slip into your room, shutting the door behind you and resting your head against it.
Your hands are even less steady now than when you were angry, breaths fast and shallow. You had been confused initially—what the fuck is he doing here—but, in truth, you should have put the pieces together the night Zeke brought you home. He was out with the whole group minus Ymir, for one, then made the comment about his friend living in the same complex.
It was all spelled out for you; you just hadn't taken the time to read.
Zeke can hear the running water from where he's sitting in the den that's far too small for this many people. It's setting his teeth on edge, making his neck stiff and his skin hot.
You're here. Or, really, he's here. This is your home. He had unknowingly walked into your territory, and now he's paying the price—silently plagued by the thought of your life here. What are you really like? What kind of secrets could he glean from your personal space? And, what do you look like in the privacy of your room, your shower—
He knows the answer to that one already—stunning—remembers all too well the way water streamed over your curves, how droplets hung from your eyelashes and pouty lips. Zeke already knows what you look like when wet (in more ways than one), and sitting here in your apartment is bringing every image he committed to memory back to the forefront of his mind.
The way you moved for him, how he made you moan and cry, what you looked like spread open and dripping and what you sounded like panting his name…
Zeke kicks an ankle over his opposite thigh, resituates himself before anyone notices the state he's in which is bothered.
Ymir said you had been with a guy tonight. Zeke had heard it when your cousin followed you into the hallway. It didn't work out, you told her in a stiff voice, but was your tone so short because you were upset, or was it the shock of seeing Zeke in your living room?
He shakes his foot, flexes his hand, pops his neck. Reiner and Galliard are getting loud about something Zeke has been tuning out since before you even got back. Bertl and Annie are on the couch next to Ymir, the three of them passing the bong back and forth and leaning to hand it off to Marcel every so often.
Zeke only indulges every so often, typically prefers mushrooms for the mood boost or coke for the energy. It isn't often he wants to smoke, and he made that apparent coming over tonight, rolling his eyes at Reiner when he had tried to pass him a blunt and flipping him off when he had snickered and jabbed, "Suit yourself, gramps."
Zeke feels like he's constantly surrounded by immaturity. Between his friends group and Eren's, it's no wonder he's been known to get cranky.
That's why you were such a surprise, having always blended in as one of the dumbass kids, but oh, you are so much more. You still have that hopeful twinkle in your eye like most people your age do, but it's slightly dulled—just enough to notice. You've experienced life in a different way from your friends. You're not careless like the others. You have drive, a force pushing you to do better. At everything. You want knowledge and experience.
And, Zeke wants to give it to you.
Maybe he's trying to capture his youth before it slips away from him entirely. Or, maybe he's just a horny guy presented with a beautiful, willing young girl. Either way, Zeke knows that he is infatuated. Whether it's with you or just the idea of you is also still up for debate.
A door down the hallway opens, and Zeke has to make a conscious effort to not to turn and look for you at the sound. No, he stays absolutely still, forces his gaze to Bertholdt who's droning on about law school even though no one but Annie cares. She's more or less in his lap, petting his hair as she listens to him speak lazily. Reiner is on the ground at their feet, arguing with Galliard who's perched on the armrest of the chair his brother is sitting in.
Everything and nothing is going on at the same time, and Zeke doesn't care about any of it. As soon as he catches sight of you sliding into the kitchen, he's on his feet, uttering, "Water," when Ymir looks up at him curiously.
He passes into the conjoined room, stops at the threshold to admire the view of you balancing on your tiptoes as you reach for a bag of chips on top of the refrigerator. You teeter for a moment, the snack just a little too far back, then drop back to the flats of your feet and sigh.
Zeke makes sure he's wearing his best smirk before asking, "Need help?"
You spin, jaw dropping slightly as you stare at him with wide doe eyes. The shocked expression makes his cock twitch in his pants, and Zeke doesn't wait for a response, just walks over and easily grabs the bag you had failed to retrieve.
Thanks,” you breathe, moving to take the chips, but Zeke holds them out behind his back for a moment, grin widening when you pout. “Wha—”
“Actually, how about instead of eating shitty chips, you come get a shitty burger with me,” he suggests, and the way you blink up at him speechless lights him up. “Come on, it sounds like you had a rough night.”
Your eyes narrow into something more confused. “How do you know about my night?”
“Heard you and Ymir talking,” he answers easily, squinting when he catches sight of something right at the collar of your shirt. Chancing a glance over his shoulder to make sure the two of you are still alone, Zeke brushes hair away from your throat, hooks a finger under the material, and pulls to reveal what’s very obviously a hickey.
His chest is suddenly bursting with a possessive heat, and Zeke has to fight to keep from sucking his teeth or scoffing or looking displeased in any capacity because he really has no right to be.
"Couldn't have been that rough, I guess," he mumbles, trying to keep bitterness from lacing his words.
Seeing a mark like this, left in plain view for anyone to find—for Zeke to find—it makes his gums throb, makes him want to sink his teeth into you, cover that mark and leave behind more of his own.
You reach up and gently push his hand away, rubbing at the hickey as your face darkens a shade.
"It wasn't… ideal," you say with a frown.
"Usually isn't," Zeke chuckles. He knows damn well your expectations are skewed because of him, and that thought dulls his jealousy and replaces it with a certain smugness. "Now, seriously, pack a bag. We can grab real food, and then you can hang out with Eren and whoever else he's with."
He watches you nibble on your bottom lip in thought, wants to tug it into his own mouth but keeps his distance as he turns to put the chips back on the fridge.
"It'll be good for you to relax with friends," he continues. "Plus, your cousin will be able to stop worrying about being a bad role model or whatever."
Nodding now, you force a self-conscious smile. "Yeah, you're right."
"Usually am," he smacks, pointing a finger gun at you, and the giggle that spills past your lips makes him smirk again. Responsive little thing.
"Okay, lemme go change into… Not this." You both look down at your oversized t-shirt and little lounge shorts. You had probably resigned yourself to a night spent cooped up in your room when you had gotten out of the shower.
Zeke has better plans, though.
He shoos you along then walks back into the crowded den, grabbing his keys off the coffee table. Everyone is involved in conversation, and Zeke doesn't have the time or patience to wait for a break in all the stoned conspiracies, so he simply walks up behind Ymir on the couch and plants a hand on the crown of her head, tilting it so that she's staring up at him with bloodshot eyes.
"Do you mind, Jaeger?"
"Not even a little bit," he deadpans before informing her, "I'm gonna bring your cousin over to the house to chill with Eren and company. Cool?"
She shrugs. "Yeah, if that's what she wants to do, I don't give a fuck."
Zeke hums, pushes Ymir's head forward, then walks away to post up next to the front door.
You reappear a few minutes later clad in a familiar ensemble—leggings and Zeke's own hoodie. You also have a knit beanie pulled over your wet hair, looking seven shades of adorable when you tug it down to cover your ears as well.
"'Mir, Zeke's taking me to—"
"I know, I know. Don't do anything dumb."
You wave to everyone else in the room then shove your feet into a pair of beat up Vans and nod at Zeke who opens the door and ushers you out. Once it's closed again, he takes your little bag from your shoulder, holding it himself and suppressing a satisfied grin when you stare at him as if he just gave you the moon.
"Thanks."
"Of course."
He helps you into the Bronco, makes sure your legs are tucked in before shutting the door, then walks to the other side.
Even in the crisp air, Zeke can feel that he's warm, buzzing with too much energy that he can't put to good use yet. The last time—the only time—you were in his car was when he brought you home and had you ride him. Only a week has passed, but it feels like far too long since he's been inside you. Zeke has half a mind to suggest another round, but considering what you had to deal with earlier, he doubts you would be receptive to the idea, may have already had your fill for the day.
It leaves a bad taste in Zeke's mouth, one he hopes a burger will get rid of, so he picks a playlist on his phone, the one he made for you, actually, then pulls out of the complex, heading to the nearest fast food joint.
"So, do you wanna talk about it?" He ventures after a few moment's silence, not totally sure if he even wants to, but there is a morbid curiosity in the back of his head that needs to be sated.
You stare ahead, pushing your lips out in a pout as you contemplate. "There's not really a lot to say."
"Was this the guy? Like, the guy?"
The one you wanted to be good for. The one you came to Zeke for. The one who started this.
"Yeah," you exhale, rub a hand over your face, and at first, Zeke thinks the little hiccup you let out is a quiet sob, but when your shoulders start to shake harder, he glances over to find you laughing into your palms.
"That bad, huh?"
"I mean," you snort amusedly. "I don't have much to compare it to, and I think—before it went wrong—he was genuinely trying his best—"
"How'd it go wrong?"
You scoff, probably roll your eyes, and drop your arms to cross over your chest. "College boy thought he was too good for a condom." The annoyance in your voice is cute, as if you hadn't let Zeke fuck you raw a week ago.
"Anyway, I asked him to, he said he didn't wanna be desensitized, so I left."
Zeke clicks his tongue. "What a good girl."
He hears your surprised inhale, sees the way you shift in your seat, and he has to wonder—did you think of him while with this boy? Did his face ever cross your mind? Did you remember his hands on you while someone else touched you.
He thinks he knows the answer, but he also knows better than to ask right now. Maybe later. Just to watch you squirm.
Zeke pulls into a drive-up spot and tells you to get whatever you want, giving you an unimpressed look when you tell him you’ll just have a kid's burger.
"What? I'm not super hungry," you defend yourself.
He waves a hand, not about to tease you for it, and orders the food, tacking on a milkshake for good measure. When it all arrives, you eye the shake with silent interest, and Zeke laughs, unwrapping his burger and taking a bite before grumbling around it, "S'for you, babe." He swallows. "You had a shitty time with a dude. That usually calls for ice cream, right?"
You scrunch your nose, a cute, snarl-like expression that makes Zeke think things, but he keeps them to himself, just relaxes in his seat and chows down.
You slowly begin to take little bites, bobbing your head to the song that's playing until eventually you speak up.
"I don't know why I was so surprised to see you at the apartment. I should've figured it out after that night at the restaurant."
"Just like I probably should've put together the fact that Ymir's your cousin," he adds, and you flash a tiny smile. "Didn't click for some reason."
"How long have you known all of them?"
"Uh, I've been friends with Reiner and Bertl for a few years, met at a metal show and just didn't really part ways," he tells you, remembering that time long ago when he'd almost beat the shit out of the brawny blond for accidentally pulling him into the middle of a mosh pit. Luckily, his taller counterpart was good at smoothing things over (fucking lawyers) and talked Zeke down, bought him a drink, and the rest is history.
He tells you all this and a little more, enjoying having your undivided attention. "They knew Marcel and Pock who were tight with Annie and Ymir. You get the gist."
You make a thoughtful noise and nod, and Zeke figures it's time to ask a question that's been on his mind since he took you home from work: "How long have you and Marco lived with her?"
You're quiet for a few seconds, lowering your half-eaten burger to your lap before asking, "You wanna get into this?" It isn't laced with sass or attitude, a genuine question if Zeke is ready to take on your burden.
"Yeah, if you don't mind."
"Well, uh, the answer is about two years."
"And, the explanation as to why?"
He watches as you slide your tongue over your front teeth almost as if counting them, eyes cast toward the roof of the car.
"We grew up about twenty minutes away, little nuclear family and all. 'Mir wasn't super close with her parents, especially after coming out, so she was over a lot. Cool older cousin. Marco and I adored her. Still do. But anyway…" You take a deep breath before continuing. "Mom and Dad went out one night when I was seventeen. Ymir was over hanging out. And, then at around one in the morning there was a cop at our door telling us we needed to go to the hospital 'cause they'd been in an accident."
Zeke swears to himself. He had a feeling it was something like this, but he'd hoped against it.
"They both died that morning within, like, fifteen minutes of each other. We thought our aunt and uncle would get custody since they were next of kin or whatever, but Ymir was twenty-three at the time and straight up went to court for us. She told the judge about how her parents kicked her out as a teenager and everything, and since Marco and I were older, they ruled we would all be able to survive together without any real issue."
It's a lot to take in, and there's an odd sort of ache right behind Zeke's sternum that makes him wrap the last quarter of his burger up and stick it back in the paper bag it came in.
You don't seem anywhere close to crying, but your utterly resigned tone is enough to tell him that you probably ran out of tears a long time ago.
"Is that why you're a year late graduating?" He asks.
"Yeah. Marco threw himself into school and sports to cope, but I just kinda… Stopped… Existing? I was still hosting at Garrison's for money, but I started flunking junior year and eventually stopped showing up altogether. Ymir talked to the counselor and administration who pretty much allowed me to take a gap year for extenuating circumstances. Then, I went back last fall."
You're too young to be carrying this kind of baggage, to be this damaged. But, Zeke knows it's what makes you hold yourself the way you do. Yeah, some people are just naturally more mature even as children, and maybe you were one of those, but your parents dying aged you. You may be naïve when it comes to a few things, but hard life experiences will go a long way in educating a person.
Zeke is being genuine when he tells you, "I'm really sorry you had to go through that—" corrects himself, "—are going through that."
"Thanks. I'm just glad I still have my brother and Ymir."
Zeke has to admit he has a newfound respect for the woman he previously thought to be a little obnoxious—crass and callous for seemingly no reason. Turns out there's more to her than a potential drug problem and a "desire for mad pussy".
Your dinner sits forgotten in your lap, but you finally make a move for the milkshake, taking a sip and showing a tiny smile around the straw. Zeke goes out on a limb and slides his right hand over the back of your neck, is able to stroke over the pulse point on the side of your throat with an outstretched thumb, and you shut your eyes, shoulders going slack as you relax into his touch.
"Listen," he pauses before fessing up to some slightly misleading information he fed you at your apartment. "Eren isn't at the house tonight. He's with Mikasa at the weird little blond kid's—"
"Armin," you laugh.
Zeke doesn't really care about his name, though he should have learned it a long time ago. "Moving on. I have no problem dropping you off over there, but…"
"Honestly," you cut him off with a deep breath. "If you don't mind, I'd rather hang out with you. I don't know if I could handle your brother's… volume. Or Meeks' perpetual puppy-dog eyes for him."
The corner of Zeke's mouth twitches upward. "I was so hoping you'd say that."
He puts the Bronco in reverse and pulls out from his spot, a little too happy to be driving both of you to his house instead of just himself. Inside, he throws away the leftovers from your late dinner, tells you to make yourself at home, then goes upstairs to his room to change into a pair of mesh athletic shorts and an old college t-shirt. You seemed to have had the same idea, in similar, comfortable attire, though your bottoms are much shorter. Looking through the collection of movies next to the TV, you don't notice him, and Zeke settles on the couch, content to just watch you for a few minutes.
He's still ruminating on the sad tale you told him in the car, starting to feel a little bad for getting involved with you. In the end, he knows you should be with someone your own age, that he's taking advantage to some extent, but…
The way you look at him, how you regard him with respect he doesn't deserve. It's intoxicating. You probably don't even realize you do it, but it's written all over your pretty face, and Zeke can't get enough of it.
You pull out a title and crouch in front of the TV to turn on his PS4. It gives him a fantastic view of your ass, fabric stretching over it and making Zeke's mouth water. You turn on the console, grab a controller, then straighten back up and figure out the home screen, navigating to the disc drive and selecting it.
When you turn, you look mildly surprised to see him sitting there.
"Don't mind me. Just being a creep," he admits, watches you take on a nervous expression. Knowing what's probably going on in your brain, he adds, "Don't worry. I didn't bring you here to fool around again. Figure you've had enough of that for the day."
You let out a relieved sigh, and he just barely picks up on your thanks before you walk over and plop down next to him.
He easily recognizes the title screen of the movie you've picked—Fellowship of the Ring—feels himself get pulled even further into your orbit and utters, "Good choice."
The movie starts, but only half of Zeke's attention is on it, too aware of you, of your body heat, of your chest rising and falling with every breath you take. He eventually leans on the armrest, spreading out to take up more of the couch with high hopes that you'll follow his lead. Your gaze flicks to him every so often until Zeke scoots into the back cushions and nods to the extra space in front of him. You have a short, internal debate but give in, lying down with your back to his chest.
He waits for another few minutes before allowing himself to drape his arm over your waist, and you don't complain, moving closer to him in a way that makes Zeke hold back a groan.
The floral scent of your shampoo fogs his senses, and he lets his eyes drift to the jut of your collarbone, the swell of your breasts. You aren't wearing a bra, and Zeke cringes when he feels himself stirring in his shorts, right up against your ass.
The only hint you show of noticing is a tiny grin, like you're satisfied with his reaction to your body, and he has to chuckle through his nose.
So much for not fucking you tonight.
You're both still for some time, but you get restless and push back against Zeke in a not-so-subtle manner. He's half hard already, lowers his face to your neck and warns you, "Don't start something you can't finish, little girl."
It only encourages you, and you poke your tongue between your teeth playfully and grind against him harder.
Gripping your hip, Zeke grinds right back, cursing the material separating him from your bare skin before realizing he can remedy that problem.
"Fuck it. Get up," he commands, and you're rolling from your place in the blink of an eye, Zeke quickly following and gently pushing you so that you're not between the couch and the coffee table.
As soon as you're both clear of it, he takes you by the shoulder and turns you around, then bends to pick you up by the thighs and toss you over his shoulder.
You let out a surprised squeal followed by a giggle, kicking your feet a little as he makes his way toward the staircase. However, he pauses about halfway, eyes darting to the hallway that leads to the master bedroom—bigger and, more importantly, closer. He doesn't really care that it so happens to be Eren's room, switching his course and carrying you through the open door.
It's about as messy as Zeke predicted it would be, but he doubts either of you will be paying attention to anything other than the bed.
You bounce when he throws you onto it, watch with huge eyes as Zeke strips his shirt off then covers your body with his.
The first kiss already has him panting, a groan rumbling from his throat when you grab a tight fistful of his hair. You open your mouth for him, eager for his tongue, already arching your back and wrapping your legs around his waist, and Zeke has to know—he has to—so he finally asks, "Did you think of me earlier today? When you were with him, did I cross your mind?"
"Too often," you confess in a whisper, and his spine tingles when you go even further to tell him, "I couldn't get you out of my fucking head. He was literally eating me out, and all I could think about was you."
Zeke is very suddenly more jealous than he's possibly ever been, but he's also extremely turned on by the thought. Another man's tongue buried in your pussy, and you just couldn't help but think of him.
He smirks against your lips, teases, "Yeah? You want me again?"
"Yes, so bad."
He licks into your mouth, sucks on your tongue, then pulls back. "Wanna feel me in your tight little cunt again?"
You nod furiously, staring up at him with so much desperation, it makes Zeke leak pre into his shorts.
First thing's first, he thinks, tugging on your shirt until you pull it over your head. He immediately locates the hickey on your neck and all but attacks it, biting the bruised flesh until you whine and scratch down his back. He sucks it into his mouth, bringing more blood to the surface of your skin and working at it until he's positive the first mark is completely covered with his own.
"God," you huff. "You said you weren't territorial, and yet…"
"That was before I knew what it felt like to see you marked up by someone else."
You shiver, and Zeke works a hand between the two of you, sliding it into the waistband of your shorts and panties to dip a finger between your folds.
Fuck, you're already so wet. He doesn't think he's ever affected a girl the way he affects you. It makes him absolutely feral.
"Get these off before I tear them off," he growls, tugging your shorts down before you even have a chance to.
You lift your hips to help, and Zeke flings the material somewhere over his shoulder then stands to take his own off. He rids himself of his glasses too, placing them on Eren's cluttered nightstand, then rips open the drawer and searches blindly through the contents until he feels foil against his fingers. Typical teenage boy.
Licking his lips, Zeke tosses the little package so that it lands on your stomach. You pick it up, lifting an eyebrow.
"I want you to roll it on my cock yourself," he tells you. "Consider it practice. And, maybe closure for earlier."
Nodding, you tear into the wrapper with a canine then carefully pull the latex from it. He watches you study it for a couple seconds, then raise to your knees and move toward where Zeke's positioned himself at the side of the bed.
Before you press the condom to his him, you duck forward and wrap your lips around his cockhead, and Zeke fucking leaks into your mouth, coating your tongue with pre-cum and gasping your name.
"Jesus Christ, you're gonna kill me."
He gives a short thrust, making you drop your jaw and take him deeper. Fisting a hand in your hair, he slides in until he's against the back of your throat, and that praise is out of his mouth before he knows it.
"Good fucking girl."
Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and Zeke sees the way you shift your hips, remembers that you're dripping for him, then pulls out.
"Alright, put it on, baby, come on."
You obey, struggling for a bit, but he just watches, admiring the way your hands look so small around his length.
When you finish, Zeke pumps himself a couple times, pushing you to lay back and grabbing an extra pillow. He slides a hand under your back and lifts you without a problem, situating the padding underneath, then gets between your legs.
Eyes hazy, you question, "Lube?" and to prove you don't really need it, Zeke pushes a finger into your pussy, meeting no resistance whatsoever.
"O-oh my god," you stutter, another breath forced from your chest when he slides a second one in and hooks them to press against your g-spot.
"You really think we need lube, sweetheart?"
He massages your walls, able to feel tissue swell under his touch, fluid already pooling around your slit.
"No, no we don't, okay, I want you, please please—"
Zeke removes his hand, wastes absolutely no time as he lines himself up and works his cock into you. Your head falls back. Your eyes roll aimlessly. Your jaw hangs open.
Zeke is in heaven, lost in the way you squeeze him tighter than he's felt you, sweet little cunt so perfect for him. He buries himself inside you knowing he's too big, that you're holding your fucking breath because you're so full of cock, but he can't help himself, doesn't stop until he's up against your god damn cervix.
You're silent, but your body is twitching on the mattress, near convulsing as you try to accommodate him. He should pull back, should serve gentle, shallow thrusts as your walls flutter for him, but he wants to be in your guts, wants you to feel him in your stomach, wants to leave a fucking impression on your insides.
Zeke grins when he notices your face is just a little too dark, realizes you still haven't taken in any air and reaches up to pat your face.
"Come on, baby, breathe. You've gotta breathe."
He pulls back just enough, and you gasp like you've been drowning, eyes finally finding his again but so fuck-drunk, he wonders if you're even really seeing him.
It doesn't matter. He's about to make you so stupid on his cock, you probably won't be able to focus for days.
Looking down, Zeke relishes the sight of his hips almost flush against you, the fact that you're capable of taking all of him, and when he slides out further, he sees that you've already creamed all over him.
"Mm, you must like a little bit of pain, making a mess like this."
He gathers the thick discharge on the pad of his finger, uses it to coat your clit and rubs over it relentlessly.
His hips are moving again, forcing himself into you as he toys with the little bud. You spasm around him and reach a shaky hand down to try to push his away.
"T-too much, Zeke. Can't—Can't—"
"Yeah, you can." He leans down to kiss you, then murmurs—threatens—"I'm not gonna stop until you come."
You whimper, but the way your cunt opens up for him just informs Zeke that the sense of helplessness you're probably feeling is turning you on.
Straightening again, he continues to fuck into you, swiping over your clit quickly, fascinated by the way squirt is starting to dribble from the tiny hole.
He's far past overstimulating you, rough thrusts hitting your g-spot then that back wall. It's pushing you up and down on the bed, making your tits bounce. Zeke pinches one of your nipples then strokes over it with a lighter finger, apparently just what you needed because your eyes open again, revealing the way they're glistening with tears, and the first one falls just as your muscles lock up.
You let out an honest-to-god sob as your orgasm hits you, words thick and hard to understand, but Zeke listens closely and almost comes when he realizes you're pleading for more.
"Don't stop, god, oh my god, can feel you so—so—deep."
Zeke does abandon your clit, but it's to grip your hips and drive into you. He throws his head back, grunts toward the ceiling, and tries to give you all he has.
You pulse around him, swollen and tight, and he knows he won't last much longer, not with the way you're begging for him, not with the way you're quaking for him.
Falling forward on his forearms, he crushes his mouth to yours, gives several long thrusts, then breaks away as he comes so hard his vision whites out. You surge upward, shoving your tongue back between his lips like you're not finished with him.
His pace slows, eventually stopping entirely, but the kiss continues long after, the two of you panting into each other until Zeke comes to terms with the fact that it is not an efficient way to catch his breath.
He pulls out with a regretful groan, and you release a shaky sigh, still twitching.
"You're gonna feel that tomorrow."
"I am—" another breath, "—well aware."
Zeke rolls to the side but keeps a hand on your thigh, rubbing circles on your warm skin.
"I think you might be a little bit of a masochist," he muses.
"Maybe. Or, maybe it was just the headspace I was in."
It's a likely possibility. Between your encounter with College Boy and the depressing conversation in his car, Zeke wouldn't be at all surprised if you were in the mood to be hurt.
"It's something we can explore later," he says, and you agree with a hum.
It takes some time for either of you to start moving, but Zeke reminds you to go to the bathroom, waiting for the door to open again before he joins you inside.
He runs a hot shower like he did that first night, flushes his condom down the toilet despite knowing he really shouldn't, then steps into the large, tiled stall behind you.
Your head is tilted toward the spray, letting it hit you right in the face. As soon as Zeke wraps his arms around you, you fall back against him, legs barely beneath you. He isn't sure if it's because they gave out or because you simply need to be held, but he doesn't mind, keeps you close to his chest.
Afterward, Zeke gathers all his clothes as well as yours then leads you from Eren's room and up to his own. He isn't entirely sure when his brother will be getting home and would hate for him to stumble upon the two of you in his bed.
You're both relatively quiet as you wind down for the night. Zeke turns the lights off but flicks the TV into a music channel. Back in pajamas, you lay close to him in bed, wrapped in his sheets as well as his loose grip.
Just as he's starting to doze off, Zeke is roused by your quiet voice, timid as the night you first ventured into his room.
"We should probably stop hooking up."
His stomach drops a bit, but before immediately arguing, he asks, "Why?"
You grit your teeth hard enough for him to hear, body tense when you admit, "Because I'm… I'm getting too attached."
And, just like that, his spirits lift again.
Burying his nose in your hair, Zeke murmurs into it, "It's alright. 'Cause so am I."
It's not just your body that he can't get enough of, and it's not the constant validation that you shower him with. Those probably have something to do with his feelings, yeah, but there's something else to it.
Zeke really should look past it—push it all down and encourage you to move on. He knows you're not right for each other, knows that this can get messy for you, and knows that there's a good possibility that he'll end up hurting you one way or another.
But, he also knows he's fucking smitten, and well, Zeke's always been the selfish type.
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French Wine — Jean Kirschtein
summary: You can’t help but be greedy when it comes to the things you love, and Jean is no exception.
warning: cursing, alcohol consumption, suggestive themes, mentions of virginity loss, alcohol, mentions of death — it’s not really part of the plot, but just in case! mostly fluff, fem!reader (she/her)
genre: modern au, fluff
word count: 3.7k
a/n: this was kinda hard lmao, but I liked the way it came out for the most part, someone said august by taylor swift reminded them of this which i agree w, hope you enjoy <3
Your night started how it usually did. You got back from your part-time job at your university's library where you worked with your friend, Armin.
The two of chatted about the engagement party Historia and Ymir were throwing at the end of the month before all your friends headed their separate ways for the summer.
Armin shared the news with you that he would be traveling to Australia to continue his studies as a marine biologist, and you were honored to hear that you were the first to know.
When you thought about it, you couldn't help but think how crazy it seemed that your friend group was already stepping into a new chapter of their lives.
Eren would continue his life into higher education where he got accepted into medical school a few hours from your current university. He would follow the footsteps of his father, the renowned Dr. Grisha Jaeger.
Mikasa would also seek higher education to obtain a master's degree and finally become a fully fledged social worker. You knew it was something she'd always wanted to do, having been put through the foster care system for a while herself after the death of her parents.
Reiner would go off and move to California where he would spend the summer to finish up his undergraduate's degree to become an athletic trainer.
Although you admired all your friends for their triumphs, you had to say Connie took the cake. He had somehow navigated his life through the sudden deaths of his father and two brothers and his mother who had been put in a comatose.
After spending a few months on yours and Sasha's couch, Connie continued down the road. You were glad and proud of your friend for being able to overcome such a thing and grateful that your friends seemed to have grown closer in the midst of such catastrophe.
It was like ending such a good book. Despite the twinge of sadness that blended in the heart of your chest to think about how far your friends had come from the chummy group of squirts you met during your freshman year in college, you were also delighted to know they were finding themselves in the mayhem of adult life.
After you departed from Armin and the dusty books that made him sneeze every so often, you headed over to your local liquor store and bought a bottle of red wine.
It made you the tiniest bit emotional to know that your friends were moving on to greater things in life. You wanted nothing but the absolute best for them, and they were taking another step toward it.
You hadn't planned on getting that shit-faced, but your schedule was clear, seeing as you didn't have any classes for another couple days, and your roommate wouldn't be home for a week since she was backpacking through Europe with her boyfriend.
Sasha and Niccolo would definitely have their hands full for the next seven days, one for cooking and the other for eating. You didn't know how they met such a perfect match for themselves, but you were happy they did.
So, you sat on the brown sofa that Connie had lived in for half a year, the sofa that Armin lost his virginity on, the very same one you theorized Eren took a shit on once on your last birthday party, and drank an entire bottle of wine by yourself.
You had flipped through the selection of shows that Netflix offered you, choosing a cooking show where the contestants would get yelled at. You didn't usually watch programs about food, not for actual entertainment purposes, but you were bored.
It didn't take long for your stomach to growl. This usually happened to you when you watched shows with mouthwatering dishes, so you picked up your phone and mindlessly scrolled for your preferred pizza place's number that you had saved as a contact.
You trusted your instincts to know how far to scroll and where to press and call, so you kept your eyes on the screen of a baked potato. At the sight of the buttery food, your stomach growled at you once more before the line clicked.
"Hello?"
"Hi, can I have a pepperoni pizza?"
The voice laughed at you. Your face contorted into an offended frown, bringing your phone from your ear to get a glance at the contact. You widened your eyes at the name that appeared on you screen.
"Fuck… Jean?"
"Don't tell me you're already this drunk on a Thursday night." he told you with another chuckle that made your stomach flip. "The sun's not even down yet."
You let out a sigh, leaning against the stiff pillows of your couch that you had grown somewhat accustomed to. You wondered how Connie was able to sleep on there for so long, but that thought quickly flew through your mind when you registered his words.
"I'm not drunk, Jean." you breathed, closing you eyes at your own drowsiness. There was the ache behind your eyes, connecting through your temples you often got after drinking on an empty stomach.
"You sure sound it."
You blew raspberry, rolling your eyes.
He chuckled again. "What're you drinking?" he asked. You heard his sigh and the staticky noise of him readjusting his phone; you figured he was getting comfortable.
"Just a bottle of wine." you replied lazily, giving a glance to your television screen where the judges were taking a taste of one of the contestants' dishes.
"All by yourself?"
You bit the inside of your cheek, knowing where you wanted this conversation to head. "Yeah. It's pretty boring around here. Sasha won't be back for another week or so.”
"Hmm," he hummed softly. You fluttered your eyes shut, trying to focus hard enough so it sounded like he was right next to you. "Sounds like you're in need of some company."
A smile formed on your face. You sat up from your position on the couch. "Maybe I am, Jean." you said coolly, pouring yourself another half glass. "Question is, what're you gonna do about it?"
He sighed, but you could hear the grin through it.
"I'm not coming over unless you ask, baby." Jean told you with a chuckle to which you rolled your eyes at. "And, nicely too. It's only right that you make up for mistaking me for the pizza guy."
"Since when were you so nit-picky, Kirschtein?" you asked, repressing the urge to scoff. You were only teasing him, really, but you liked the banter he offered.
He was the only one who could do it right. Armin would never lose in an argument, Mikasa was far too laidback to bother with you, Eren would roundhouse kick you before you could win, and that was just a few of them.
"And since when did I have to ask for you to come over?" you demanded, taking a sip of the tangy drink from your glass. "I thought you danced to your tune these days."
He chuckled. "Since I said so."
You rolled eyes a second time. He was proud of himself for giving you a hard time, and you took amusement in it. Gosh, he was such a brat, but you let him play the runaround with you. You always did.
You let out a breath and indulged him.
"I'll make it up to you if you come over." you offered, biting your lip. Your eyes glanced around the apartment. You considered yourself rather lucky, for if it wasn't for Sasha's absence you were certain your apartment would be the equivalent of a lost-and-found.
He was silent, but you had an inkling he was grinning at your words with that classic Jean Kirschtein grin that was only ever reserved for you. You couldn't say you didn't have a face that was his and his alone because that would be a lie, but even so you didn't mind the fib.
You knew he was such a sucker for that kind of thing. Jean Kirschtein was such a sucker when you fell to your feet for him, such a sucker for you in general.
"Say please." he murmured into your ear.
But, he was also quite unpredictable at times, too.
"Jean, don't be like that." you hissed through the phone. "You're such a little tease. Here I thought you would be such a good friend and bring me pizza, too."
"Alright, alright, relax." Jean laughed at you, his syllables flowing together nicely. You pouted at him and his constant need to joke around. "I'm only teasing you."
"I know. That's why I get worked up, asshole." you replied with a huff, rubbing the haziness off your face. The episode playing on your television screen was almost over, and you were still hungry for pizza and a little something more only Jean could offer you.
"Are you gonna come or not?" you hummed, hoping the answer was a yes. "If you say no, I hope you know I don't think I'll make it to the end of the week. Niccolo's cooking was the only stability in my life."
"How could I ever say no to you when you ask so sweetly?"
"Can you bring pizza?" you questioned flatly. He scoffed at you to which you laughed at. "Just come over and bring food please. Sasha was kind enough to leave me some leftovers, but they're gone."
"And here I thought I was the one you wanted." he scoffed playfully. "Such a greedy girl. I'll be lucky if you even let me stay after feeding you. What a poor errand boy I am."
"Why is it an option? Why do I always gotta make a choice?" you whined, holding back a laugh. "Can't I have both you and the food?"
Jean scoffed with another bubble of laughter in his throat. You bit your lip again, repressing the urge to giggle along with him.
"Gosh, I wouldn't be surprised if you were Sasha's and Niccolo's creepy love child."
You let out a shocked laugh this time. "Creepy?! I'll look creepy when they come back to find me shriveled up and malnourished because you were too selfish to bring a poor university student such as myself a warm box of pizza."
"Alright, but—" Your gleeful cheers cut him off, and for a moment he let you thank him endlessly. Though, you still had a better, more effective way of giving thanks to him in mind.
You scoffed at him, a teasing smile finding its way to your face. "You spoil me too much, Kirschtein. You know that? What would I do without you?"
"Just—" But, you could already imagine the blush covering his cheeks. You were right, of course: you were a spoiled brat, but you were his spoiled brat and he never minded it.
"Just chill out."
"That's what I've been doing this whole time, Jean." you sang, loving every minute of giving him a hard time. You basked in the nervousness he gave you when you teased him.
"You're gonna fucking kill me, you know that?"
You smiled. "Not if you kill me first."
There was a momentary pause. You raised a brow. This time it was your turn to have the icky feeling of anxiousness pour into your gut.
"Yeah, alright. I'm on my way." Jean muttered before you could think about it any further.
You decided to freshen up quickly. He was known to be the speedster of the group, and you weren't going to take any chances that he wouldn't hit the gas pedal even harder if you were at the end of the finish line.
Your relationship with Jean was a tricky one. You weren't exactly seeing each other, but you were seeing each other. After your last relationship was another failure, you hadn't really got back into the dating game.
And, Jean hadn't had a longtime girlfriend in the last year. He had grown accustomed to dating a girl for a month and ending it before things got too serious. It wasn’t exactly like you had asked him to stop seeing other people, he did that all on his own.
The same went for you. You simply weren’t interested in anyone who wasn’t Jean. It wasn’t like you were dating, really. Yeah, he came over a few times and half of the time it ended up with him staying the night, but the other times you just hung out.
He was stepping into the prime of his youth, and you were quite certain dragging a ball and chain around wasn't a part of his plans. Still, you took your chances with him, like you did everything else.
You weren't afraid of many things, and getting rejected by Jean Kirschtein was the least of your worries when you made your move at the surprise birthday party Historia threw for Connie last spring.
Technically, it was him who kissed you first, but he liked to argue that you had been giving him signals the entire night.
It had been an ongoing thing between the two of you. Jean, in all his bravado and flirtatiousness, and you, so intrepid and lively — it truly was a interesting dynamic.
He enjoyed testing how scorched someone would get just by his words, and you loved the adrenaline you felt when toeing the line of getting burned. Jean would do anything to get you to blush, and you would try your absolute best to one-up him.
Soon, words and winking turned into something more. It wasn't long until you and him were sneaking kisses in the hallway at your apartment when your friends had game night, or suggesting that Sasha and Niccolo go on a date night so you could get some alone time with Jean.
It was fun at first. The way your heart hammered against your chest when you caught him staring at you from across the room as you rolled the dice while playing Monopoly, or how fascinated you found yourself when Jean was visibly losing his cool as Armin told you one of his classmates asked for your number.
Yes, you got teased for holding the dice for too long because Jean looked so fucking good in a turtleneck, and yeah, you had to deal with the toddler tantrum he threw about the guy who wanted to take you out on a date when Armin left the two of you alone, but it was worth it.
And, you would do it over an infinite number of times because you didn't think there was a single thing that could compare to what you felt when you realized how different the Jean you saw and the Jean you knew truly were.
The seemingly tidy law student had a talent for drawing during late hours of the night, especially the day before an important exam. He liked omelettes, not because they were so tasty, but because they reminded him of his mother.
Jean didn't actually hate Eren, much to popular belief. He actually saw him as a friend, and even admired the guy too. He loved his friends, no matter their flaws, and his character was unshakeable.
You didn't know when keeping your business close to you had turned into shoving Jean out of your window when Sasha and Niccolo ended up having an argument early in the night, only for her to come home in tears, or creating a fake boyfriend to disguise why you were so giggly when looking at your phone all the time.
Time wasn't on your side, not with Jean moving a few hours from you and attending a new school, so you wouldn't question what you and him had.
You knew your friendship blurred lines when you finally gave in to his charming words and kissed him in the kitchen of Historia's apartment when everyone was passed out from the alcohol (or food, in Reiner's and Sasha's case.)
It wasn't long before there was a knock against your apartment's door. Jean Kirschtein with a box of pizza in one hand and another bottle of wine in the other was what met your eyes when you opened your door.
His light brown hair that he'd grown out a bit during your junior year fit him so well, and you never missed the chance to tell him how handsome he looked with it.
“Another bottle?” you tsked, raising a surprised brow. “Are you trying to get me drunk, Jean?”
He rolled his eyes and offered you a smile that shot a bolt right through you. “No, this one isn’t that strong, dumbass. It’s just to make the meal look nicer.” he told you, holding up the bottle.
You threw him a glance of disbelief, but beckoned him inside anyway. He bit the inside of his cheek softly. “You look pretty.” Jean complimented, offering you a smile as he stepped in.
"Thank you." you murmured, turning to close the door to hide the heat rushing to your face. You made sure his back was turned when you snuck a peak at the sunflower mirror Sasha had hung near the front to get a glance at your hair one last time.
Jean let out a distasteful noise when he reached your living room. "Why haven’t you two gotten rid of this thing?" he questioned, staring at the beat-up, mahogany couch sitting in your living room.
You scoffed as he placed the pizza on the coffee table. "I can't just give it away, Jean." you scolded, throwing him another look as you walked to your kitchen. He took his jacket off, revealing the caramel sweater you loved so much.
He quirked a brow at your tone. "Well, why not? There's a million other couches better than this piece of work." he stated, giving one last look at your furniture before settling onto it.
You peaked your head out from your cabinet. “Do you know how long this piece of work has been with us?" you demanded, raising a brow at him. He blinked as you reached for plates and a second glass for his wine.
He shrugged at you.
"Years, Jean. Literal years.” you informed. “Armin lost his virginity on here, you know? I think Sasha and Niccolo had their first kiss on here, too. And, I have a theory that Eren probably took a—"
His face contorted into a cringe. "Yeah, I know the theory." Jean told you, lips pursed into a tight line of disgust. "So, why do you still have it? I mean, yeah, I get that it's sentimental to you and all, but that's pretty gross."
You rolled your eyes, strolling back to take a seat beside him. "You're pretty gross." you threw back, handing him a coral colored plate accompanied by a scrunched nose.
After you sat and took a couple bites of your slice of cheesy pizza, you finally gave the new wine he’d brought along a taste. “Shit, where’d you get this one?” you questioned, licking your lips to savor the sweet taste on your lips.
Jean laughed at you, a cheeky grin on his face. “I knew you’d like this one.” he mused, adjusting the ebony bottle that sat on your coffee table so you were able to get a glance at the silver label on it.
It was something in French, of course. You rolled your eyes at his proud expression when he read the name to you, his tongue rolling just as he pronounced the word perfectly.
The conversation between the two of you flowed smoothly. You hadn't gotten to see Jean lately, with finals and preparations for Historia and Ymir's engagement celebration coming so soon. You took notice that he let his beard grow out a bit, just how you liked it.
You spoke of your friends and your plans for the future. Jean had got accepted into law school where he would continue his education to become a lawyer. You always told him it was a great thing he was putting his argumentative skills to such good use.
It was just silly teasing between the two of you. You allowed yourself to have a nice time with him while you still could. Jean was moving onto greater, higher things in life, and you knew his potential to succeed in life was potent.
It was a given that he would move away from your city and find a new life in law school. You couldn't bear the thought of tying him down any more than you already were, so as much as you loved his aura, his way of speaking, his way of laughing and sitting and doing absolutely nothing, you wouldn't ever give him the chance to carry the weight of a relationship on his shoulders.
You wanted Jean to be free. You wanted him to do well in school and make friends along the way. You wanted to see him post on Instagram and feel the slight ache in your chest when he was with someone new. You wanted him to see you many years later at a reunion of some sort and reminisce of the past before going your separate ways once more.
You didn't know if that made you selfish. To be quite frank, you didn’t care if it did. You wanted everything from him — the laughs, the winks, the tears, and the pain. You didn't know if it was the greed in you that made you want to feel your heart break but only if it was him crushing it, to feel needy and beg to stay the night if it was him spending it, to cry his name so loud in deep hours of the night if it was him causing it.
It was quite fucking obvious to you. You were in love with Jean Kirschtein, and maybe that made you rapacious enough to want the good, the bad, and the goddamn ugly from him.
After about half an hour of lounging around and watching whatever sitcom you could find, the wine in your system started to kick in.
You were tucked into Jean's side, halfway on his lap. It was so wrong of him to bring you pizza and alcohol when he knew how sleepy you become when you drank. He had his arm over you, rubbing your hip in a constant rhythm, and you were so warm under the blanket Mikasa had knit for you last winter.
Your eyelids became heavy, and the task of keeping them open was only growing harder with each moment. Sometime after that, you were in the thick fog of sleep pulling you in, but you still tried to force yourself awake.
Jean called your name.
"Hmm?"
There was a pause. "Are you sleeping?"
You nodded faintly, sighing into the fabric of his sweater that smelled like your favorite pick of his cologne.
He snickered softly, bringing his hand from your side to brush your hair out of your face. "Alright, go to sleep, you drunk." Jean murmured against your hair, pressing his lips to the top of your head.
"You better be here when I wake up." you warned, voice raspy from lack of use.
Jean laughed at you, pulling you closer to him. "Relax, doll. Even if I tried, I doubt I’d make it far with you on top of me like this." he reassured you, earning himself a jab in the stomach.
You closed your eyes and let sleep overtake you. If Jean said he wouldn't go anywhere, you could take his word for it and believe it. You knew he would stay by your side, stay with you til the very end if that's what you wished from him.
But, Jean Kirschtein wasn’t yours to keep and hoard to stare at for the rest of your lives. Perhaps he never would be. You didn’t care, though. Because nothing else in the world had meaning other than that it was you tucked under his arm, you who felt the gentle kiss he placed on your forehead, you who he was with.
And, that’s all that mattered.
note: no one does it like him 😪
xtra note: here is the prequel Cake Day
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somewhere only we know
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chapter one: somewhere only we know
pairing: eventual jean x gn! reader, as of rn, mikasa ackerman x gn! platonic! reader
wc: 1192
tags: angst, MAJOR AOT CH 139 SPOILERS, major character death mention, mentions of death, mentions of violence. Reader is eldian, but no mention of physical attributes.
a/n: With the end of aot, I needed to write something to cope, this is not fluffy ahhh, but I wrote this while I was crying to this playlist by @alert-arlert (ty for the 10/10 playlist heh). This isn't exactly romance buttttt I don't think I'm done writing this tbh and want to explore that with any upcoming parts. This is also like my second piece of writing for anime and my first time writing something of this sorts lmao, any criticism or advice is appreciated.
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You brushed the hair out of her face.
The past three years had not been easy ones. Not for anyone. The years had been especially unkind towards Mikasa Ackerman.
She stirred in her sleep. You always felt terrible disturbing her; she always looked so peaceful when she was asleep, crimson scarf wrapped around her, chest rising and falling. The withered and whorled bark of the ancient tree hardly being a comfortable resting for the young woman, and yet, the tranquil expression on her face could convince any wandering traveller that the tree was a worthy place to lay one’s worries to rest.
“Mikasa, it’s getting late. We should head back.” For almost every week, for the past three years, you would accompany the young Ackerman to visit the grave of her most beloved. On some days, you would sit with her, reminiscing of days long gone; on other days, the both of you would sit in silence, looking upon the vast fields, the view which once was obstructed by the imposing walls; a grim reminder of the events that transpired years prior. Occasionally, you would watch Mikasa from a distance, allowing her to spend time with her memories of Eren.
“Hm? Oh. Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” Mikasa stretched, looking towards the sky. You lent her a hand as she slowly got up. Giving you a tender smile, the young woman thanked you. The both of you began making your way down the hill, one of her hands clutching yours, the other grasping the wilted flowers she gathered from Eren’s resting spot.
You gave her hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it. “They’re all coming tomorrow. It’s been a while. Wonder if they all look the same.” You glanced down at your feet, the feeling of uncertainty rising in your chest.
The young woman smiled at your actions, “It has, though I’m sure they haven’t changed any more than we have. Knowing them, they would always stick out like sore thumbs, no matter where.”
You let out a faint chuckle, taking a deep breath in as both you and Mikasa approached the small lodgings in the distance. What she had said was true. It was inevitable that all of you would have changed. Turning your head, you observed the Ackerman; she had grown out her hair; the once blunt ends now neatly sat gathered over her shoulder. Mikasa had endured, more than most would have. You understood that. Eren’s actions weighed heavily on you as well, mentally and physically. Oftentimes, you would catch yourself looking at your reflection of a store window, confused as to who you were seeing. A weathered soldier? A traitor to their nation? An Eldian? A devil?
Maybe, Armin had grown his hair out again, like when you all were in the training corps. Were he and Annie together? Connie still hadn’t visited his mother, had he? Did Jean ever shave that excuse of a beard? Your eyebrows scrunched together, questions forming and disappearing in your head. You shook your head, smiling at the thought of your comrades, no, your dear friends, the ambassadors of peace. Did they manage to find a way to curb the threat of war?
Mikasa reached for the handle on the worn door, turning it and stepping inside to the cottage; she closed the door after you came inside and made her way to the washroom.
“It was a long day. I’m going to take a bath. Do you mind making some tea in the meantime?” You gave her a nod and turned to shrug off your cardigan, setting it on the small table by the house’s entrance. You tossed your head back, eyes landing on the grainy mahogany ceiling, your eyelids fluttered shut, and you heard the washroom door close, the sound of water filling the tub following shortly. Opening your eyes slowly, you lowered your head. Walking over to the kitchen, you filled a kettle with water, setting it up on the stove. Leaning back on the kitchen counter, you allowed your eyes to close once more.
You had come back to Paradis with Mikasa on that day.
It was sort of a haze for everyone mostly, the feeling that they had woken up from a long dream. You had thought it was the end of the line for you and your comrades, death inevitable as you were all turned into pure titans in a flash.
You remember seeing her emerge from the smoke clutching Eren's head in her arms, holding him close to her heart. The sight of his decapitated head contrasting the memory of him from just moments prior. He had been sitting with you, explaining why he did what he did, apologizing, sharing his regrets and saying his final goodbye.
Was this death? No, it couldn’t have been. Mikasa was there; she wasn’t dead, was she?
“I should go. If I stayed, Eren...He wouldn’t get a proper burial; they wouldn’t give him one.” Mikasa had come and sat next to you, whispering a goodbye before getting up to leave.
You jerked your head back, scrambling to stand up, stance wobbling, “Mikasa, wait! Where are you going?” She faltered in her step, turning around to face you once more; seeing Eren like this was still a harrowing sight.
“Paradis. It’s useless for me to keep fighting. I’m taking him home.”
“You can’t go by yourself! The Yeagerists would string you up in the square for doing what you did!” Eren Yeager was dead. Mikasa Ackerman had killed him. The Yeagerists would never let her live if they knew that. “I’m coming with you! I won’t- I can’t, lose any more people to this.”
Mikasa’s shoulder’s dropped, giving you a steely-eyed expression. “No. You will stay here with Armin, and he’s taking the blame for Eren. You can work out a plan with him and the others to save humanity.” Armin and the others? Were they alive?
Pivoting around, you saw the hoard of Eldians embracing one another in the distance. A gasp left your lips; you turned to face Mikasa, glassy-eyed, your chest heaving, overcome with relief.
“I’ll be fine. I played my part in this story; I want to go home. Please.” As much as you wanted to run and find Armin, Connie and Jean among the rest, you would never forgive yourself if you left her behind to play diplomat, as she suffered in silence with no one there to comfort her.
You stepped up to her, “Mikasa, I’ve always been by your side, haven’t I? You’re my family as I’m yours, and what kind of person would I be if I abandoned you now? Armin will be fine. He is plenty capable, and besides, who would take care of you?” She opened her mouth to object. You gave her arm a gentle squeeze. She averted her gaze, and she shut her mouth, opting for a curt nod.
And with that, you and the Ackerman girl made your way back to where it all began, your home. Paradis. You turned your head around one last time to watch those closest to you disappear from your sight.
a/n: I hope this was okay, if you liked this story and would like more parts please let me know !! as well as if you wanna see some other relationships blossom with the reader...jean is coming soon tho so yeah
Leave a like/reblog if you enjoyed reading this. I would appreciate it a lot <33
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Drunk: Eren x reader ☁️
This definitely didn’t go in the direction I expected, but I’m not mad about it LMAO. Just a little Eren fluff for ya’ll. Lmk if you want a part 2 (which may or may not have smut hehehehe)
AGDASA this makes me drool
Art creds go to @suechimu on Twitter!
Your head was already pounding, and you had only been drunk for a few hours. Not a good omen for the morning; you were dreading the hangover that was soon to come.
The faint light of the camp by the sea swayed slightly as you stumbled down the path, heading for your own tent where you could finally pass out. You had been with Connie and Sasha for way longer than you intended, drinking far more than you probably should have after weeks of hard travel and planning. Connie had passed out on his bedroll after only three drinks, and Sasha had finally succumbed to the bread she had been storing, which left you alone on your walk.
The fresh ocean air felt nice on your face, and you breathed deeply as you stumbled along. The darkness made it difficult to tell where you were going, but most people had gone to sleep a while ago, which hopefully meant that you wouldn’t get caught this drunk wandering around.
Unfortunately, you spoke too soon.
“Y/n?” A low, familiar voice said from behind you, and you jolted, turning.
Eren stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets and his hair pulled out of his face. His eyebrows were raised slightly as he took in your glazed eyes and unbalanced posture, but he didn’t say anything else.
“Eren,” you muttered, cursing soundly in your head. Of all the people you wanted to run into, Eren was probably at the bottom of the list. Eren, who you had been in love with since the day you met him when you were fifteen, who had broken your heart over and over without even knowing. Eren, who would never, ever know your true feelings.
“What are you doing out this late?” He took a step towards you, and it took every last sober thought to not sprint away from him at top speed. Or kiss him.
“Lost track of time,” you said, your words slurring slightly, and his green eyes flashed.
“Have you been drinking?”
Obviously. “What do you care?”
“I don’t.”
No, no he didn’t. Which was why you would never tell him of the painful, unconditional feelings you had for him. That, and there was also the issue of Mikasa. Your friend who had loved Eren since they were children and had protected him for years… you couldn’t just insert yourself between them like that. The only person you had ever told was Armin, and you made him swear to never tell a soul.
“I gotta go,” you said, swaying, and you didn’t look at Eren as you turned away. Unfortunately, you had less balance than you expected, and you began to tilt as your body rejected walking normally.
You didn’t even notice Eren lunging for you until he had you wrapped in his arms, holding you upright.
“You really shouldn’t be out like this,” he murmured in your ear, and you felt your whole body flush.
“I-I-” Your words were cut off as he lifted you into his arms, hugging you tightly to his chest as he began to stride through the camp.
“Hey wait!” You gasped. “Put me down!”
“You can’t even walk straight. I think it’s better if I carry you.”
You gritted your teeth, but he was right. You were barely sober enough to walk anymore, let alone make it across camp to your own tent.
But being this close to Eren…you knew you’d be up all night, playing his words over and over, picturing his face in the dim light, imagining his arms around you all the time—
No. No. You wouldn’t go down this road yet again. “Will you take me to Jean?”
Eren stiffened slightly, even as his face remained blank. “What?”
“Will you take me to—“
“I heard you the first time. Why?”
You and Jean had a…fine relationship. You loved one another as friends, but neither of you were IN love. You could distract each other, working off your physical needs every once and a while by spending a night in each other's tent. It wasn’t permanent, and it didn’t mean anything, but you were happy he was around. Especially at times like this, when you needed to pull your thoughts as far from Eren as possible.
“I want to…see him.”
Eren didn’t even look at you. “You’re too drunk to continue any… nightly activities.”
“What?” You gaped. He didn’t answer, and you wriggled in his arms. “Eren, what the hell!”
“You’re clearly exhausted. You seeing Jean won’t help you in the morning when we have to start training again.”
You glared at him, but your drunken mind was foggy. “Fuck you,” you muttered, but...you relaxed against his chest again.
Until you realized you weren’t going in the direction of your tent. “Where are you taking me?”
“My tent.”
You could have sworn something in your brain exploded. “Uh...what?”
Eren gave you an annoyed look. “I don’t trust that you won’t go wandering out again. You can just sleep on my mat for the night.”
You swallowed. Twice. “I-I mean--”
Eren stopped in the middle of the path, his face shadowed. “I won’t take you against your will, but I would like to make sure you’re ok.”
“Ok, fine,” you muttered, leaning your exhausted head back on his shoulder.
You closed your eyes for only a second, but when you opened them, you were curled inside a small, warm tent, a bundle of blankets over you and a bucket to the right.
A few feet away sat Eren, who shuffled through a stack of papers on a low table in front of him. You blinked blearily, rubbing your eyes, and Eren immediately snapped his attention to you.
“You’re awake?”
You groaned instead of answering, rubbing your temples. “What time is it?”
“It’s still the middle of the night. Go back to sleep.”
“But...what about you?” You had taken his bedroll.
“I’m fine.”
His eyes were intent on your face, but you avoided his gaze like your life depended on it. Those eyes… so pretty. They were why your favorite color was green.
You heard him shift, sliding towards you across the floor, and you almost jumped out of your skin as he gently grabbed your face.
“Why do you never look at me?” His voice was low and annoyed.
Your eyes immediately snapped to his, your breath coming out in a whoosh. “I do.”
He shook his head, leaning closer until his minty breath washed across your cheeks. “Don’t lie.”
A small sound came out of your mouth, and you were sure your feelings were written all over your face. Eren studied you carefully, his eyes sweeping up your reddening cheeks and down to your lips.
You weren’t sure you were breathing as he leaned forward, barely an inch away, and your eyes fluttered closed. Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears, and you just wanted to close the rest of the distance and kiss him…
But then the heat of his body was receding as he sat back, and you could only blink up at him in bleary, hurt confusion. “What was that?” You stuttered, your voice a little high pitched.
“I’m not going to do this when you’re drunk.”
“I don’t…” Did he mean he would kiss you when you were sober? You suddenly regretted ever even glancing in the direction of alcohol.
Eren could apparently see your confusion, because he looked smug. “When you’re mine, you’re going to be perfectly sober and coherent when I make you moan so the whole camp can hear.”
Your mouth fell open. Eren only grinned in a self satisfied way as he turned back to his papers. “Go back to sleep.”
Your still drunk mind swirled, and you couldn't be sure this wasn’t just a lucid dream.
Part 2 here!!
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AOT Toronto AU
Okay, in this world, they are always bumping into each other and they all end up meeting each other one way or another. This all started because I sent Toronto mans Porco asks to Goldie and then it just expanded to more people and now I’m trying to make a whole world in my little head. Also, each character is some variation of someone you will meet irl if you do come to Toronto but I am a fraud cause I actually like in the GTA. However, I did live in residence my first year and go to school downtown so I think I have enough knowledge lmao. I will admit tho, I haven't been the best at sending out my anons this week BUT i normally get them out every two days or so lol.
Characters:
Disclaimer: Only the people who receive these anons get to know their characters in-depth atm cause they get more developed as I write them
Your man, Pock @armins-futon
Age and pronouns: 23, he/him
Where’s he’s from: He’s actually from Scarborough
Occupation: retail employee (foot locker)
Fun fact: Loves shawarma and iced capps
Churono Jean @1252291
Age and pronouns: 25 turning 26, he/him
Where’s he’s from: He’s actually from Sauga
Occupation: day job in the HR sector of some insurance company, works weeknights and weekends as a waiter
Fun fact: He drinks smoothies for breakfast
Berty from Brampton @1252291
Age and pronouns: 27 turning 28, he/they
Where’s he’s from: Brampton
Occupation: editor for a feminist ngo
Fun fact: He loves yellow and orange butterflies :D
Reiner, number 7 on the Varsity Blue Hockey Team @glittrkink
Age and pronouns: 22, he/him
Where’s he’s from: Vaughn
Occupation: He’s a varsity athlete for the Univerity of Toronto
Fun fact: Mashed potatoes with extra butter is his favourite way to eat potatoes
DaBaby Ackerman from Soundcloud @lemvis
Age and pronouns: 27, he/him
Where’s he’s from: Markham
Occupation: He’s an accountant but he hates it so he makes music under an alias
Fun fact: he edits his own music videos
Connie from the 6ix
Age and pronouns: 25, he/him
Where’s he’s from: the annex
Occupation: the longboard store at Kensington market
Fun fact: His favourite pair of vans are the white ones he had in high school where he had his friends sign all over them.
Historia from Yorkville @kingdomofaeries
Age and pronouns: 21, she/her
Where’s she from: Yorkville, grew up by the beaches
Occupation: At school for social work and wants to work with children
Fun fact: She has a converse collection
Freckle Boy Marco
Age and pronouns: 26, he/ they
Where’s he’s from: He’s actually from Ottawa
Occupation: Bartender
Fun fact: He’s a marvel geek
Ymir the OCAD pothead
Age and pronouns: 22, they/ she
Where are they from: Christie Park area
Occupation: Student studying Illustation
Fun fact: one of her best pieces was drawn while high
Lilshawtyhange @bokebelle
Age and pronouns: 26, she/they
Where’s she from: Aurora
Occupation: They’re a nurse
Fun fact: They’re super athletic and likes going to runs in the mornings
Frat boy Eren
Age and pronouns: 22, he/him
Where’s he’s from: Woodbridge
Occupation: Entrepreneur and student studying business marketing
Fun fact: he leans back and claps his hands like a seal when he laughs really hard
How do they know each other?
Porco → Reiner
Know’s Reiner because his older brother used to play on the Varsity team and he would go to their games
Porco → Berty
They’re friendly with each other because they always go to the same shawarma spot and they both like the garlic sauce
Jean → Marco
They work at the same restaurant and they’ve become besties
Jean → Connie
They met when they were 17 and they’re part of the same group of friends because they are bffl’s. They were both struggling with themselves and became each others support.
Connie → Marco
They met through Jean and now theyre close friends who like to stream Spiderman into the spiderverse on discord every few months as it’s their shared comfort movie
Jean, Connie and Marco → Levi and hange
Levi was shooting a video at Dundas Square and their group was in the background and Levi asked if they wanted to hop in the vid. Jean politely declined because of the office job but Marco and Connie jumped in and now they’re in the back of his music video
Levi→ Hange
They met on Bumble but nothing ever happened, they just became friends who make sexual jokes
Reiner→ Eren
They go to school together and Reiner’s team goes to frat parties a lot. Eren is part of Alpha Phi Alpha so they party together a lot and he is one of his brand ambassadors
Eren → Connie
He goes to hand out in Kensington a lot and he always goes to buy Churros for a snack and thats Churro stand is where they met. They are friends but they don’t actively seek each other out to hang out.
Ymir→ Historia
They’re dating. They are so fucking cute. Historia goes to Ryerson and so she walks to meet Ymir between classes and they like to go try out different local restaurants. Sometimes they just hang out on a park bench and people watch while sharing a joint. And for their six months, Ymir got Historia a custom pair of converse which they then drew on.
Ymir → Jean
They see each other cause they both go to Tokyo Smoke (on Bloor and Yonge) for their edibles.
🚨 eren, marco, Ymir and Connie don't have a home. If you’d like them to visit you, lmk 🚨
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© tetsunormous 2021
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Hai! How you doing lately? Fellow Hange-stan here. I want to know what you think of the writing on Hange’s character arc post time-skip. [P.S. hopefully it’s alright with you if we can continue to discuss about it after you answer if you decide to, that is]. :))
Hello lovely anonie ❤️ I'm so sorry for the late reply, but life has been quite a rollercoaster lately haha
Well tbh, I know this sounds pathetic af after almost two weeks have already passed, but I'm still trying to cope with the last chapter and the ending overall. I'm in the process of gathering my thoughts, deciding if I like it or not. And lemme tell you, it's quite exhausting haha
Every Hange-stan is very much appreciated and welcome here ❤️ looking forward to be exchanging my thoughts with you, ngl it's weird but it also makes me happy that someone's interested in my opinion haha ❤️
Okay so let's start talking but Hanjo ❤️ but beware, a long ass wannabe meta is ahead of y'all haha
Honestly, another thing I've had troubles with accepting and making my mind around was the fact that I didn't like how Yams treated Hanjo in the story overall and mostly past TS. I gotta tag lovely Sav @tundrainafrica cause she described it perfectly in one of her amazing metas and I'm constantly thinking about that so I'm gonna try quoting her now haha :"If the characters are Yams' children, we gotta accept the fact that Hange has always been his least favorite child. But the more Yams ignored her, the more we loved her. In fact, Hange was never a character who even needed a lot of panels or pushing and forcing for us to like her. Hange didn't even need Yams! She was always navigating the narrative by herself and that's why we love her." (Sorry Sav for not quoting you properly 😅❤️)
So what I'm trying to say is: did Yams purposly ignore Hanjo throughout the story? Unfortunately YES. Has this affected her character? Not at all. But it did affect the readers'/viewers' opinion about her, for sure.
It honestly makes me really sad when people hate on Hange and reduce her character to a "bad commander". Like guys... Are we reading the same manga? You don't need to be a Hange stan to realize how much Yams rushed and skipped everything past Marley arc. We know shit about what happened in those 4 years of TS. Just because Yams didn't show us anything, doesn't mean nothing happened in those 4 years. I'm not gonna start talking about how her job as a commander was very, VERY different than Erwin's, but there was something that caught my attention after watching the anime:
I never believed Yams when he tried to show us how Hange was a "bad commander" for not having a plan B to all the mess that was going on. No matter how much Yams tried to prove it (mainly because he wanted us to notice her insecurities and her being overwhelmed by this position and Erwin's legacy), I never bought it. Because we know Hanjo ffs! We know how smart and quick-witted she is and how she is the perfect candidate to take over Erwin's legacy of being the SC's Danchou.
The anime reassured my thoughts, cause if I remember it properly, in that scene we heard Hange's thoughts and at the end of her monologue she said "but what if..." before Eren threw a tantrum again lol
The next scene only added fuel to my fire, cause we've all been speculating about this and the last two chapters actually proved it:
We've been speculating about why Eren was getting his titans marks in this particular scene (dude, Yams made us look like clowns with our theories lmao which btw have less plot holes than the entire last arc of the manga, just saying). Moreover we've seen Eren getting his titan marks again while manipulating his friends' memories in ch138&139. So my conclusion is, Hange DID indeed have a plan B, but Eren decided to wipe that option out of her head in order to achieve his goals. Otherwise this particular scene makes no sense at all, but it was important enough to keep it in the anime.
In conclusion: I did absolutely NOT like how Yams handled Hange's character post TS. She didn't get enough "screen time" and whenever she got some panels, she was mainly shown as an insecure and overwhelmed commander (obviously not in all of her panels, thank God), which she absolutely was NOT. I also felt like most of the times she seemed to be (for Yams at least) just a placeholder between Erwin and Armin. And here comes my biased and petty ass: Hanjo was Yams' best written character. Period. She had so much depth and and potential, but Yams dropped her like a hot potato because he was overwhelmed by her and not able to deal with her character. That's it. That's the harsh truth y'all.
Anywayzzz, that's it for today's Ted talk lol thanks for the ask dear anonie. Have a lovely day ❤️
#Sorry anonie this toootally got out of hand and holy moly... It's waaay too long lmao#asks#anonymous#Hange#Hanji#Hange Zoe#Hanji Zoe#Hans Zoe#Hansi Zoe#snk#shingeki no kyojin#Hajime Isayama#Y'all I'm really sorry but imma tag my OTP cause I know my fellow Hange stans are lurking around the Levihan tag lmaooo love y'all ❤️#Levihan#Wannabe meta lol#Meta#Snk meta
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all set | eren x reader
a/n: this is a story in the making, currently available at AO3 and Wattpad. If you like it, please don't hesitate to give me some kudos, leave a comment or maybe follow me on my social media! <3 Any feedback is highly appreciated since I'm just getting started!
pairing: eren yeager x female reader
tags: mature content, alternate universe (modern setting), college/university, recreational drug use, implied sexual content, M/F, F/F, the author is not religious lmao
word count: 4.3k
current chapters: 2/?
playlist: this one was made with a particular playlist in mind. they are really great songs that help to convey this chapter, so I hope you have a time to check them out! :)
a. slomosa - kevin
b. upsahl - drugs
c. rosenfeld - like u
d. kaiba - overdose
e. lil kapow - tinman
f. bodega - how did this happen!?
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all set
I lost count of how many parties I went to this week. There was one at Shina, another at... Sasha's. Wait, was it? Or Ymir's? Honestly, both their houses look fairly similar and we always see the same faces over and over again, regardless of where we are getting wasted. Definitely two at my house. The timeline is blurry at this point. If my liver could talk, it would spit out "Screw you, Eren." and I wouldn't be able to disagree.
Classes will start next week so everyone is acting like we're going to stop doing all this for the rest of the semester. That never happens.
I barely enter Reiner's house and the music is already piercing my head. My ears will soon tell me to go screw myself too. The bass was loud. But it was good.
— Hey, finally — Reiner says, giving a hard slap in my back. I can't even get mad at him because he probably didn't mean for it to hurt. Fucking strong bastard.
— Sorry. Lost track of time.
— You know where the things are — he leaves me behind and disappears through the noisy music.
It's hot inside. August has been particularly cruel this year. I'm using a black t-shirt, which is luckily pretty thin, and my black Adidas pants that are somewhat breathable. My hair is in a bun. I will probably be sweating soon, though. Reiner's AC won't do miracles with this amount of people since it is specially packed today. I guess I might see some new faces tonight, huh.
This fact already makes things more interesting.
I walk through the room and then arrive in the kitchen. Connie and Sasha are there.
— Eren!! — I barely open my mouth to talk and Sasha is already giving me whatever weird drink they made. Their drinks sometimes are... unusual, for the lack of a better word. Most of the time they are simply pure shit. They call it scout's fuel, always the same name regardless of what's inside. Maybe that's why my liver hates me so much.
— Thanks — I'm already used to the goddamn gasoline taste — I guess you both want to get us wasted tonight.
— It's our personal mission, so enjoy the fuel — Connie says laughing, raising his plastic cup. I love this duo – who doesn't? – and I can't help but laugh with them, even though it tastes so bad — Everyone is already here, come on — I follow them and find all the familiar faces I've seen all week: Bertholdt, Historia, Ymir, Mikasa, Annie, Armin, Jean, everyone.
The girls look hot, even though I'm used to them. Either way, I avoid hooking up with my friends since the last time didn't work so well. It's better to avoid Mikasa today.
We all sit together while drinking. I light a joint I had already prepared at home and say — Am I crazy or is Reiner's party bigger than usual? —, releasing the smoke a few seconds after. This one is the best grass we could get around our area, I've saved it primarily for today and now I see that might have been a great decision on my part. I'm glancing through the room and looking for some girls, might share this shit with one - or a few - of them later.
— Thank god, I was tired of seeing your ugly faces every fucking time — Jean says. The girls look at him and he rushes to add — I mean, the boys, of course. It's always nice looking at all of you, ladies.
It's not enough to avoid Annie's kick anyway — We can say the same of you, horse face.
Reiner arrives at the perfect time and explains — Since the new semester starts Monday, news about today traveled fast and we got a lot more company than usual.
— Do you know all of them, Reiner? — Historia asks — I've talked to a bunch of them tonight and there are people from all over the campus and from all years as well — Historia always looks pretty, her blonde hair shining even in the low light of the party. Guys make a line to talk to her at all parties so there's no surprise that she's already familiarized with the whole scenario. I wonder what Ymir thinks of it. Probably followed her during this little field trip.
— Hell, no — he grabs the joint of my hand and sucks deeply — I know some of them and some are Bertholdt's friends but there are some random people.
— I bet Reiner knows a lot of the girls — I take my joint back from his fingers — I assume they aren't Bertholdt's friends, though — and grin.
— Hey, I don't see you with any new company either, dude — Bertholdt tries to grab my weed as well, but I avoid his advances. He instead grabs my cup and drinks all of it, leaving me empty. He makes a funny face at the taste. Suit yourself, man, I think to myself, laughing on the inside.
— Yeah, but I'll work on it in a sec — I tease him knowing that he can't handle much of Sasha and Connie's fuel. He always knocks out before everyone. I hope he realizes he needs to stay awake to try anything with Annie. Someday. He simply never gets there.
Hange arrives almost falling over Ymir and spilling her drink on the floor in the process — I think we should all make a toast and make this last party a wild ride!!! — her yelling stabbing us louder than the music.
— Bitch, you are this fucking drunk already? — Ymir says to her, holding Hange's weight on her back — What the hell did the gasoline duo do to you?
— Okay okay, enough with the questions, let me fill your cups because this is the night! — Sasha says, just pouring all that mystery liquid that soon will go straight to our heads — Also, Reiner, where's the food?
We raise our plastic cups and Connie yells — To the new semester! — and we drink, feeling the immediate burn on our throats. It's hard being a scout.
— I need to get laid today — Jean says as he lays his back on the couch — Gonna arrive for the classes pretty motivated next week — he then rests his left arm at the back pillow, behind Mikasa's head.
— You should start roaming, then — her cold delivery puts Jean's subtle attempt at flirting six feet under the ground, as usual. It was pretty damn quick, but I could notice Mikasa glancing at me and then looking the other way. Yeah, I think I need to start roaming soon, too.
— That sounds great, then let's do that!!! — Hange grabs Jean by the arm and they disappear amongst the crowd.
— When all this fun ends, I'll be the one who will probably have to take him home after he gets slapped by some girls — Armin and Jean live with me so we normally go back together. Armin is the responsible one between us, which is not exactly hard considering how Jean and I are — Gonna at least drink some beer before that happens.
— I'll go with you, this drink sucks — Annie says, finishing the drink anyway and following him. We always drink the last drop of it, we never learn.
The girls went dancing, the music was exceptionally good today. A lot of bands I already liked plus some I have never heard before. I need to remember to ask Reiner for this playlist later. Connie was already surrounded by a different group, everyone likes to talk to him. He is popular. The rest dispersed as well and I could hear Hange's screams far away. This is going to be a night for her, indeed.
I start walking around, meeting a lot of people from my classes and others from the campus in general. I talk to all of them and drink a lot in the process, which feeds my need for nicotine every time. I grab my pack of cigarettes and while smoking, I see Levi.
— I must be dreaming — I say, letting the smoke leave my lips with a smile. It reaches him and looks at me with a deadly expression. He is smoking as well, but he only admits one specific brand of cigarettes and hates all the others. Levi usually doesn't show up at these "brat" parties, as he likes to say, since he's a few years older than us. I normally see him at Shina's, which is a popular club slash bar near our university. He's the owner so we all met him there, after going so many times. Shina has the best parties and the best drinks of all the clubs near us. And it couldn't be any other way, since Levi is a perfectionist. There's also a small stage there, where indie bands perform from time to time. My band does some gigs there sometimes.
— Hey — he replies, as cold as ever. He's Mikasa's cousin, so they have the same expressions and hard-to-approach vibe — Already high, I see.
— Always. In fact, today I hope to be higher than usual. What miracle brings you here?
— Some people from the staff decided to come here today so there are fewer brats to piss me off — he drinks what's probably a high priced whiskey and continues — and there's a new girl at the club so we have been showing her the area for a few weeks now.
— There's a lot of new girls here today — although I know Levi doesn't give a crap.
— So? — yeah, he doesn't.
Levi is a pretty successful business owner and even I have to admit that he's hot – is not only common knowledge but a mutual agreement between everyone –, so girls are always trying to get him, but he doesn't screw most of them. He doesn't fuck brats, period. He says he doesn't have the patience. That makes the girls even more desperate. He has the highest standards of every guy I know. When he was still in university – the same we all go –, he screwed not only the hottest girls but also the professors - which went after him and not the other way around. At least that's what I've heard. I think Levi never had to actively look for any girl, to be honest.
I can only laugh at his reply. That's just so him.
— If you want more stuff than what's already in your system, Floch is over there.
— I want, actually. I was going to look for him — I see Floch's red hair among some folks. Floch is usually as busy as Connie but with less than half of the charisma.
He finishes his cigarette, blowing its last white smoke into the air, and we both hear a loud HELL YEAH!! coming from all the other way across the room — Tsk, is that Hange?
— Pfft, it was before, I think it's Sasha now — he doesn't laugh at my reply. He never does. I think hell would freeze while heaven catches on fire.
I think about the music again. It's so good today, what the hell — Hey Levi, don't you think this playlist is too high quality for a Reiner party? I don't get it, his music taste is always pure trash.
— That's from our new girl — he drinks the last drops of his whiskey and starts to leave — You might find her around here — he then suddenly stops and looks at me — Don't get your hopes up, though.
I am not able to ask what he meant by that because he leaves too quickly. Time to look for Floch.
— Hey, Flo-
— Here.
— You didn't even let me finish.
— I know what you want. You are not in the mood for cocaine so you want MD instead, blah-blah-blah-blah. Is that kind of night — he pauses for mere seconds — Am I wrong, Eren?
— Nope, right as usual — Floch is the main person you go to when you need drugs. I mean, good drugs. He looks like your standard rich boy – which he is, by the way – that can do no wrong, but you can get the best stuff from him. I've always found this funny. The weed I have today was his work. He knows my taste well.
Reiner's frat house is huge, so there's plenty of room to walk. I'm approached by a bunch of girls on the way but for some reason, none of them piques my interest. I am pretty set on going after something new today and I have no problem getting laid. It happened every single day this week and it truly happens anytime I want. Which, okay, boosts my ego a little bit. Maybe a lot. I might even have hurt some girls in the process. I was never slapped though, unlike Jean. So that's a win in my book.
I see a few of my friends again, mainly Historia and Reiner, and they are talking to a girl I've never seen before.
She has long black hair and short messy bangs, the kind that goes a little above the eyebrows. I didn't know black hair was my thing until now. Her face has the perfect features, at least for me. She's wearing a sleeveless white top that is so tight that hugs her figure perfectly and makes her breasts look amazing. That type of top that shows the girl's side boob, and I'm a total sucker for those. It is also short so you can see a bit of her waist. And I don't even have to see her ass because I already know it is probably too damn good. Her light blue ripped jeans are cool as well and she has black sneakers. I like her style. She has a bunch of tattoos - a lot on her right arm, one on her left hand, and probably some that I couldn't see because they were behind her clothes. I intended to, though.
Fuck, she's hot.
Historia looks mesmerized talking to her, which is a very privileged view from where I stand because, as I've already said before, she is also beautiful. But she isn't exactly hot. This girl is. Way too much. Oh, and Reiner is there too. Whatever.
I can see a lot of guys want to approach her but none of them do. I went for it. Wasn't this night supposed to be wild?
— Hey, Eren! Guess what, Y/N is the new DJ at Shina! I was telling her how we go there all the time.
— Hi, Eren, nice to meet you — she says, with that kind of smile that people who know they are hot make. I do that too.
— Hey, Y/N — I say. And as I told you seconds before, I'm good with that type of smile as well so that's what she gets — Levi told me he came with the staff and a new girl, so I suppose that's you.
— Yeah, I'll start there next week.
— I talked to him about the party's playlist because I knew it couldn't be Reiner's.
— Yeah, it's Y/N's. She prepared it for the party when I invited the guys from Shina yesterday. We were in the same high school. — Reiner says that looking at me with a face that shows "See that, dickhead? I've known her for some years now".
— It's pretty good! I can't wait for the next party at Shina's to see your set! — Historia was always an angel.
REINER, WHERE'S THE REST OF THE ICE, MAN??, someone screamed far away.
— Shit. Catch up with you later, Y/N.
Too bad, huh, Reiner? He gives me a look that I can't quite figure out what it is, but I know for sure it wasn't a look of support. In the fucking slightest.
— I think Ymir is calling me as well, sorry!! — It was painfully obvious that Ymir wanted to make out with Historia for some time now. They never did. I think only Historia hasn't realized yet that Ymir is thirsty for her for god knows how long.
After Historia left, there was only me and her — So, by any chance, do you go to the same university as us? You look our age but Levi said you are new here — I tried asking this without looking at her body, but looking at her face was even worse. Her eyes were piercing me in the best way possible.
— I'm not exactly new, I'm from the same uni as you guys, but I took a gap year — she takes a sip of her drink — You probably never met me but I'm in the same year as you all are now.
Since Reiner knew her from high school, he also knew she was at the same university all along and never told any of the guys. Smart fucker.
— So that makes you a year older than me — I smirk at her.
— I guess it does — she smirks back as she lights up a cigarette and blows the smoke at me.
Ok, looking good so far.
I'm pretty high at this point, the MD and the music are making me horny, so I don't even bother to pretend that I'm not looking at her body. I'm looking at everything.
— You took something, didn't you?
— Do you want some? I can show you later where to get the best stuff. Anything you are in the mood for.
— I'm all set — she shows me her tongue and I see the acid. The view makes my own tongue feel lonely, maybe I should use it to steal that from her mouth. I hope she's horny as well.
We talk a lot about music since it's something that we both enjoy. She's passionate about it, I can tell. She asks about my band with true interest. Doesn't sound like small talk. She touches her hair and it makes me want to stuff my face in it. She has the smile that makes you want more. Her voice has the same effect.
The loud music allows us to talk near each other's ears. I hope she moans as loud as her playlist. The girls usually love my hair for some reason, either if it's in a messy bun as it is right now or if it's loose. They all love my green eyes too. She can see all that with somewhat detail since we are so close, even though it is a little dark here. If I take you to a room you can see me better, I almost blurb it out. I can see her too and that kills me.
She looks receptive to me but normally at this point I would be already hooking up with the girl. This time it isn't happening. I never have to work so much. I think I understand why the other guys didn't approach her before. She's a little intimidating to talk to, and that comes naturally to her – it doesn't seem to be on purpose. I flirt with her the way I normally do but she is hard to get, she hits every ball I throw. I remember what Levi said before. Oh, right.
But I'm vibing way too much at this point, I think if I touch any part of her I'll get hard immediately.
— This gap year you've mentioned... Did you go anywhere specific?
— I know it will sound cliché, but I went to Europe.
— Where in Europe?
— Everywhere — she says — I went down — the corner of her lips forming a smile — And up. Everywhere. — and I can swear she sounds flirtatious as hell. I want to bite her lip.
— That sounds... Awesome. — I think she wants to bite me too, or at least I hope she does — Was there any particular reason to leave? If that's not too much to ask.
— Hm, I was kinda... — she stops to think for a few seconds as she holds her hair up and makes a ponytail, looking at the ground, the cigarette glued to her now closed lips. Her neck became exposed, it looks soft as hell and I can't wait to bruise it. She releases the smoke, that flows into the room, and looks deep into my eyes, as deep as I want to be inside her right now — ...stressed.
I reach my limit at this point.
— I can help you with the stress if you want.
— Really? — she's looking at me with the same teasing look and I'm doing the same, so we both know that's not a question I have to answer. Her tongue quickly passes through her top lip, her mouth forming a little wet smile — I don't think I need any help though.
I threw the ball and she hit a home run. My team was out.
I was not expecting that.
We hear some of the guys from Shina calling for her — Oh, they are calling me — Y/N looks at me again and says — See you around, Eren — giving me the same fucking grin I wanted to bite before.
She walks away and I see that her ass is, as I suspected from the very beginning, too damn good.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
After this, some time has passed. I look at the clock. Yeah, maybe a lot. I couldn't tell before because I'm drunk and drugged. I see most of my friends, all fucking wasted. Armin is holding up pretty well, Bertholdt's is knocked down for God knows how long, Mikasa probably smoked way too much weed (who am I to judge?) and looks dead on the couch. I don't see Ymir, Historia nor Reiner - there are too many people in this house to keep count. Sasha's eating something in the kitchen, I can't see what it is, but certainly, she got hungrier than normal after smoking some pot Connie gave her. Connie always holds his drinks well, he's still talking to a lot of people. I pass in front of one of the bathrooms and Hange is there, getting everything out of her system. Oh, and Ymir. There she is, holding Hange's hair, looking as pissed as ever. Levi probably went home hours ago. Jean is making out with some chick, he's going to score tonight. To be fair, he always does, but never with Mikasa.
I saw a lot of pretty girls today and I went for none of them. They tried and I shut them down, even the ones I normally fuck. There's someone I want to taste tonight and she's nowhere to be found. The guys from Shina are missing too, so I know I won't see her today anymore. Damn.
I'm not pissed at her but I'm pissed at the situation.
— Armin, I think I'm going to take off, are you coming?
— Yeah, I'm already pretty tired — he gets up — Jean's probably going to stay here.
— Yep. Probably. — Am I pissed that Jean's getting laid? Even though I could have as well? With someone else, at least? My mood feels off.
— I'm going with you too, I've lost count of how many assholes I had to shut down today. I think I even punched a few — I don't have to look to know that's Annie speaking — You were right, Eren, is it especially crowded today. In the shittiest way possible.
— Then let's go.
— Wait, I need to get my bag first, I left it in Reiner's room.
— I can get that for you, wait up.
— It's a black one. Small.
I sign a thumbs up for her and climb the stairs. I am hundred percent sure I'm going to see someone fucking there but that's the usual. I'm pretty sure I've already seen some people screwing in the corner of the living room minutes before. No one cares.
I open the door and see Y/N in her underwear, putting her white top back on. She does indeed have other tattoos.
— Hey there! — she says smiling, as she also puts her jeans back up, making little jumps so they pass through her ass. Her hair is not in a ponytail anymore.
I say hi in a confusing way.
— I came here to get my friend's bag — I look around for milliseconds like I don't know where the hell I am until I see Reiner lying - clearly naked - under his sheets. Can't be anyone else, with that bleached hair and huge biceps.
What? Ahn?
Hey... Wait a second.
Historia? Clearly naked as well? What. The. Hell. I guess she's not exactly the angel I thought she was?
They are sort of awake, sort of sleeping, kinda like on a different planet. You know, the type of thing that happens after a really strong fuck? That sort. They look exhausted. They look destroyed. And not in a bad way. AT ALL.
— Oh, I saw a bag before. Here you go — she gives me Annie's bag. She's all dressed now. She notices my confusion, I'm too high to act any other way — I've told you I don't need any help — her eyes piercing mine for the hundredth time tonight. Her smile hurts now. Ouch.
She grabs her sneakers and walks towards me and the door:
— I'm all set.
She leaves the room as I hold Annie's bag.
Yeah. I was not expecting that.
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Thanks for reading (if there's even anyone here lmao). Chapter 2 will be uploaded later but it can be read now at AO3 or Wattpad.
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I'd like to start this message off by saying: Happy Birthday! I realize I am a day late, sorry about that, but I was busy because yesterday was also my mom's birthday! Funny, huh? You're one of my favorite writers, not just on this platform but in general, and I really hope you had a wonderful birthday, Tsuki. I'm also glad you're feeling better and that you tested negative! And yes, "housewife-ing" it is probably the best choice for now.
Please, don't apologize for the angst! I really enjoy it despite the pain, and all of it really just makes me love Annie's character more. Like, all the things she's gone through to get to TRNT, and all of the things she'll have to overcome to get her happy ending, it just makes it that much more sweet, y'know?
Yes, it does comfort me a bit to know that the first bit is the saddest, but I know the others are probably going to make me cry, too. I feel like it's kind of expected for there to be lying and betrayal in the next parts, but I'm still excited! I just recently re-watched some of the first season and I completely agree. Pure titans still terrify me, just the way they run around and catch people... just gross. One of my younger cousins went through my copy of the first manga and literally started crying at the sight of the smiling titan! Terrible.
omg happy birthday to your mom! we're birthday twins, that's so cute. does that make me also your mom? eeeeeeee thank you so much 💕💕 i really did have a good birthday and i've been having a good trip visiting my family too! i've been rewatching attack on titan with my aunt actually. i'm very happy about being covid free! thanks for the validation too lmao i'll work when i'm ready.
well Annie is a very painful character to love anyway, so i'm glad that the angst is worth it. i've always loved angst / hurt in fanfic and Annie has so much untapped potential. i never wrote any fanfic for aot/snk as a teenager because i used to say that i wouldn't ever be satisfied with just one fic. and here we are a year and a half after i started, casually making an entire universe 😂
exactly 😩 literally all Annie fic that's set before the reader knows about her identity is soul crushing angst by default. oh yeah... the third part is going to be rough. the middle one will be the only one that doesn't cover seriously f'ed up topics. but even still it leaves me a little sad and nostalgic. kslklksdlkslskd oh no.... they really are so scary.. your poor little cousin haha i bet they slept with the lights on for weeks! (and same tbh)
I still can't get over the Trost arc just in general, the whole event is just so heartbreaking to me. The deaths of characters like Mina, Franz, Thomas, and even other nameless victims really hit me hard. They were all kids that thought it'd be easy, and found out differently in the worst way possible. Along with that, Annie's participation in the whole event really depresses me. Like you said I hate to think that she went through it all alone in canon, "I would have been there for u babygirl." A very true statement. I guess that's probably why "Please be... a coward" made me cry.
the worst part about it is that a lot of people fighting in Trost were literal kids with NO combat experience at all. those characters are all super minor but they were classmates with the ones we know and love and it's so traumatic for them. i probably wouldn't remember any of them if i hadn't literally JUST rewatched the whole series. i guess the same way that we have to watch eren's mom die to understand his hate for the titans, we have to watch Trost traumatize everyone enough to justify the 104th kids wanting to fight these terrifying monsters.
girl 😣 i know right. she really didn't want to go through with their mission but she would do whatever it took to get home. and she REALLY didn't want to be responsible for any of the deaths of her friends. i had to transcribe Marco's death scene for Please Be and it hurt soooooo much. every time i watch the anime i conveniently look at my phone during that scene because it hurts so fuckin bad. it obviously ate her up inside and it hurts me so bad. my poor poor baby. if you have a love for her so deep that you think it might be irrational, then you've sure as hell found the right author to follow.
Thank you so much for your message in the tags, honestly it was really nice to hear. I've actually been struggling with tying too closely my worth as a person and how much I write or work. These past few weeks, I've actually been working on my own Annie fic (among about a billion other things), and there have been days where I can't bring myself to write. I always end up feeling like crap when I can't, starting a rather vicious cycle all over again. Again, thank you for your comforting words, they really helped.I noticed, even if it was a while ago, that you said you'd like some Annie fics for your birthday? I actually managed to finish the one that I mentioned before and, though it is far from my best, I figured I'd share it with you! It's pretty short, but I tried to make it sweet. https://archiveofourown.org/works/37177549. I have a few other fics posted, with four of them featuring AOT characters. I really hope you like it, I might edit it and add on if I can!
aw my baby... i'm so sorry to hear that. it doesn't sound like you're being fair to yourself! people say all the time that your worth as a person/writer isn't determined by how much you can crank out, and i know how that just feels like words sometimes. but there's a lot going on in the world right now and in everyone's lives. go easy on yourself. if you can create something then great! be proud of yourself for what you are able to achieve -- whenever you don't have the time/focus/inspiration/whatever the reason may be, then you can be an audience for other people and read. that's an important part of writing anyway and it gives you the chance to explore topics or scenarios you aren't familiar with. it's been great to have you as a reader for as long as you've been around and i certainly appreciate you! give yourself patience and give your situation time to change [heart]
oh my goddd yes, thank you so much! i didn't actually expect anybody to do this but eeee thank youuu! i wanted to wait to respond to this message when i actually had time to read the fic so it didn't seem like i was ignoring you on purpose. i'll post a more in-depth review on ao3 too but OH MY GOODDDDD im so emotional now because i really wish that's what actually happened... my first instinct is to be liike AAAAAHHHHH because Please Be part 3 that same scenario but sooooo much worse like my jaw actually dropped a couple of times because we had such similar ideas - it'll still be a minute before i post PB3 but i got so excited reading yours because i feel like we exist on the same wavelength! some details are really similar for ideas i was going to put in Please Be, so i think you'll really enjoy the way that shakes out (even if it follows the canon plot and will be far angstier than this sweet fic)
I hope you had a happy birthday,
Pink Anon
thank you so much for taking the time to send a message! i'm sorry that it took me a little bit to get back to you. wishing you the best as always and i'll talk to you soon, have a great week!
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People were always shocked when they found out that Eren Jaeger was your best friend. You were polar opposites, like fire and water. You were level headed and responsible, while he was rash and had a tendency to mouth off.
You’d met when he transferred into your third grade class. His almost permanent scowl and extreme competitive spirit had kept most of the class away from him, but your stubborn empathy wouldn’t let you leave the boy friendless and alone, and you found yourself sitting down next to him at lunch a few weeks after his arrival.
After offering him a juice box as a peace offering, you managed to get him to talk to you. And the rest was history. The two of you just worked. You balanced each other out.
“Eren, how many times do I have to tell you that you cannot use a comma right there?” you huffed, dragging your hands down your face as you attempted to tutor the teal eyed boy you called your best friend.
Eren groaned, scrunching his face and leaning back against the wall behind your bed, “Not all of us can be English majors with genius writing skills.”
“I am the best.” you teased, sticking out your tongue at him. He rolled his eyes.
Suddenly, his phone pinged. Judging by the childlike smile he grew, you could tell it was his mom.
“Tell Mama Jaeger I said hi!” you said, flitting your eyes across what he’d completed on his paper so far and inserting edits he needed to make.
He rolled his eyes but continued typing, “Y’know, sometimes I think you like my mom more than you like me.”
You brought your hand to your chin faux pensively, “Well, she does give me snacks whenever I come over…”
He shoved you playfully before pushing his phone back into his pocket, “You’re evil.”
He turned his eyes back onto his laptop screen, taking in the slew of markups you’d added to it. His face soured, his expression of happiness immediately turning into one of confusion.
You laughed before shutting his laptop, “Why don’t we call it quits for today’s session, yeah? Don’t you have a party to get to? It’s a Saturday night.”
He gave you a pointed look, “You’re being judgy right now, y/n, I can feel it. Don’t be judgy.”
“I am not being judgy! You already know I don’t care about how many girls you hook up with.” you replied with a gentle shove of his arm.
He frowned but didn’t say anything further, opting to stand up from your bed and straighten out his clothes.
As he stood there before you, you couldn’t help but take in his appearance. You’d known Eren since elementary school, and it would be a lie to say he hadn’t changed. His brown locks had grown long enough to tie into a small bun, his jawline had become more defined, his previously scrawny arms had become defined with lean muscles and his ears were riddled with piercings.
Your best friend was attractive, and everyone knew it. Despite the tiny remnant of feelings for him that lingered from your childhood, you’d never truly judge him for living his life the way he wanted to. It wasn’t your place. That didn’t stop you from poking fun at him, though.
The silence of the room was comfortable as he packed his things, and after collecting all his belongings and securing them in his bag he turned to face you.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with?” he asked with a small smile.
You snorted, “And watch you and your little frat friends get shitfaced? I’ll pass.”
You pulled him into a brief hug, the gesture natural to the both of you, “You have fun, though. And stay safe! I mean it.”
He chuckled and gave you a two finger salute, “I promise to be on my best behavior, Captain.”
You rolled your eyes before ushering him out the door. “And don’t forget to finish your paper!” you shouted to him as he retreated down the hall. You knew him too well, and could already tell that come tomorrow morning he’d be calling you to bring him a detox and food because of his hangover. 
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It was around 1 am when your cell phone rang, ripping your attention away from the random Netflix original that played on your TV. You quickly grabbed it to see Eren’s contact photo occupying the screen. Without hesitation, you slid the call button to answer.
“Hello?”
“Uh, y/n?” a voice that definitely wasn’t Eren’s replied.
“Jean?” you asked, realizing that the mysterious caller was a fellow member of Eren’s fraternity.
“You remembered! Anyway, your idiot’s way more drunk than usual. Like about to pass out drunk. Can you come get him before he pukes on someone?”
You heard a retching sound in the background, followed by a shriek.
“Too late,” you could practically hear his cringe through the speaker, “So will you come get him?”
You sighed, “I’m on my way.”
Disconnecting the call, you made quick work of replacing the pajama shorts you were wearing with leggings and shrugging on an oversized hoodie you’d stolen from Eren in high school. You slipped out of the door quietly, careful not to wake your roommate.
Despite your anger at having to leave your dorm so late at night, you couldn’t help but feel a pit of worry settle at the bottom of your stomach. He was by no means a lightweight, so him getting drunk enough to hurl meant that he went way overboard. Something he only did when he had something big bothering him. It honestly stung a bit that he hadn’t shared anything with you, despite him having been in your dorm for hours before he left for the party.
You shook the negative thoughts from your head as you approached the frat house. Before you could even knock on the door it swung open, revealing an absolutely trashed Eren being held up by a very pissed off Jean.
Jean tapped Eren’s cheek with an annoying grunt, “Oi Jaeger, your friend is here.”
You winced as he transferred his weight onto your shoulders, “Sorry about him.”
“Don’t be. He was in here whining all night about how some lady friend doesn’t like him back, feel sorry for her.”
You frowned, having been unaware that he was interested in someone. Even though you swore your feelings for him had fizzled out in the tenth grade, you couldn’t shake the heavy feeling in your chest.
You plastered on a small smile regardless, “Later, Jean. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
He returned the smile and nodded before returning to the party.
After several unsuccessful attempts at walking, you nudged Eren with a scowl, “Eren, I need you to use your legs too.”
He mumbled incoherently and let out what sounded like a whine before ultimately complying with your request.
Halfway through your trek back to the dorms, he began to speak.
“Why doesn’t she like me back?” he mumbled drunkenly into your shoulder.
Your heart rate quickened and you sped up your stride, desperate to reach his dorm.
“What?”
“I like her so much. But she just thinks of me as a friend. She doesn’t even care when I hang out with other girls.”
“Eren what are you talking about?” you asked, heart practically in your throat at this point.
He looked at you, eyes piercing, “I’m in love with her.”
You were outside his dorm by now and you weren’t sure if you wanted to dump him on his bed and run or grill him for questions while he was still in his drunken stupor.
You chose the former.
You made quick work of removing his shoes, laying him down and covering him with a blanket. As you turned to exit he caught your wrist, holding you back.
“Stay?” he asked, eyes closed and speech still a bit slurred.
You shook your head, “Absolutely not. You’re drunk.”
He frowned and shook his head, pulling your hand up to his face, “Not like that. I just want you to stay.”
You sighed, it was always hard to say no to him, “Fine, but only until you fall asleep.”
He hummed contently in response as you sat on the little empty space left on his dorm bed. As you ran your fingers through his silky brown hair you couldn’t help but think about what he’d told you. Who was he in love with? Did you know her? When did he meet her? Why did it hurt so bad?
Despite your best efforts, you found yourself dozing off, mind still swimming with unanswered questions.
Four hours later you awoke, still in Eren’s bed. You quickly shot up to leave, only to be stopped by the weight of his muscular arm pinning you in place. He had always been grabby in his sleep, and when coupled with the fact that he worked out five times a week, it was almost impossible to get out of his grip.
Luckily for you, years of being his friend had made you relatively good at escaping him, and with a little effort you carefully removed his arm from you and slid a pillow into your place.
You quickly slid your shoes back on and dashed out the door, not even breathing until you were in the hall. Your heart was pounding as you exited his building and made your way to your own. Luckily it was early, so the only people around were a spattering of students trekking back from parties.
You reached your dorm with little fanfare and quietly slid in, kicking your shoes off and sliding down the door. You massaged your temples and screwed your eyes shut, why did it bother you so much that he liked someone else. You’d long passed the point of being a lovesick puppy over him.
“Y/n, is that you?” your roommate grumbled sleepily, not moving from her spot on her bed, “It’s like, 5 am, go back to bed.”
Her ears had always been sharp, but you were still surprised the little noise you’d made had woken her up. “Sorry, Sasha.”
She simply mumbled in response before going right back to snoring.
You climbed into your bed after stripping from the hoodie and leggings you’d put on and settling back into your pajamas from earlier. Despite your efforts, you couldn’t sleep a wink, your thoughts consumed by Eren’s words.
Who was he in love with?
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a/n: hey besties! just wanted to get the cross posting out of the way first lmao. hope y’all enjoyed !
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Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)
OH MY GOD LFJALFJA
Ok I basically love to explain these tiny details in my stories but I never do coz that would be lame, I think
Ok so, Legends is filled with symbolisms and a ton shit of foreshadowing, and I can’t really talk about them coozzz I don’t wanna spoil anything. But basically, every single line of every conversation has a future consequence, AND OH GOD I JUST FEEL LIKE THE SMARTEST BITCH IN THIS TOWN LMAO OK OK I’LL STOP
Alright sooo most of the metaphors I use are from real life experiences\emotions. I have notebooks where I write these emotions that happens for short moments, (coz I can’t risk forgetting about them)
One of them, is a sentence from Legends, chapter 13
Armin licked his lips, and he tasted salt, as if he kissed the ocean.
I wrote this line in 2019, before I even started writing Legends. I was on vacation, and just chilling by the beach, I licked my lips, and I felt like I kissed the ocean, so, with a sketch book in hand, I wrote that line, a year later or so, I used that line in Legends
Here’s the line btw, I know I have bad handwriting plz don’t judge
And also I tried to sketch Armin lmao
Anyway yeah, every emotion, is coming from a place within me, and I think that’s the reason why Legends means so much to me
here’s something else that I wrote in the same day in that sketch book:
The feeling on tiny waves bumping softly up against my feet. The air ruffling my clothes. The sea is trying to put me to sleep.
I’m so dramatic I know
What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would
An Aruani musician AU, I have a scene of Annie, singing on stage, for the first time, singing a love song, as Armin watches in the crowd.
It’s a long ass musician AU that I wrote a rough outline for it, but to be honest I don’t think I’ll ever get around to write it, even though I REALLY want to write this scene gkhajghd
What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?
Both Armin and Annie, and that is the reason I’ve been only writing them for over a year now.
I identify with Annie way too much, much more than I do with Armin.
I guess yall can kinda guess what kinda person I am LMAO
Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.
YES!
In Legends, Mr. Leonhart personality is supposed to be the complete opposite.
In the story, he doesn’t accept Annie’s feelings for Armin, and he’s so adamant that her happiness is in spending the rest of her life with him. (but, hey, don’t hate him, he finally reunited with his daughter after 9 years, and he feels so guilty, he wants to kind of force redeem himself, he’s too scared of losing her again.)
But, in my original draft, he was very accepting of Armin, and I even had a scene in my mind (that is still yet to come in the story) where he walks on them making out in the kitchen, and he either tells his worst dad joke or just walks right out with no comment, and then teasing them the next morning.
In my current version of the story… things don’t go like that.
But here’s the reason behind all this drastic change in character.
A very important plot was added last minute to the story.
The whole Annie losing her memory because of Eren and her father’s plan was NOT supposed to be in the story.
I was already 30k words in when I first published the first chapter, and my plan was to post the chapters as is, without any editing, buttt then, after posting a few chapters, I came up with the idea of Eren altering Annie’s memories… and, well, based on that, Mr. Leonhart character had to be completely changed.
And if you’ve been keeping up with Legends, you would notice that I used to post almost every week for the first month and a half or so, then every three weeks, and now, every few months, and it’s because of this plot change, I basically had to rewrite the story all over again, which is probably the best decision I’ve made in my life, but that’s a whole other topic and this answer is already getting too long.
What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?
Oh… hmmm… well, probably Legends, other than that, there’s this new au that I’m working, I’m hoping I could share it soon uwu
Oh God it was so fun to ramble gfjakjda thank you so much for the ask and your efforts in making my tumblr less dead hahahha
I really, really appreciate
Thank you !!
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