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pretty girl ! eren jaeger

summary: [high school au] the school's biggest troublemaker has got his eye on the miss perfect of trost high school

➭ troublemaker! eren jaeger x fem! reader

➭ fluff, modern/high school au, kinda enemies to lovers? but bc i'm not much of a fan of that trope so it's more lovers than enemies if it's even enemies at all, also there's a little bit of angst and hurt/comfort

➭ warnings: foul language

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There was this utterly riddiculous thing that teachers did. To seat the trouble making kids next to the calm ones. Up to this, your last year at trost high school, you had naively believed that this habit had ended in, like, middle school, and you had been really relieved back then to sit next to your friends in class for once. But your math teacher Mr. Ackerman had had other plans for you: in the beginning of the year, he had made you sit next to notorious class clown Eren Jaeger in math class, and now you had to deal with that- or, more correctly, with Eren.

And Eren- was a nightmare. He was always late and always loud. It amazed you how he was still able to pull through with fairly good grades, since he appereantly thought that building towers out of his pens, exchanging notes with his friends, playing table tennis against his books and covering the table with pencil drawings was more suited for him than following the teacher or the class. But what entertained Eren Jaeger the most, was to annoy you. And he couldn't get enough of it.

For example, he always tried to distract you from working. During class, he always leaned close to your ear and whispered an endless waterfall of words. You desperately tried to tune it out, something that was clearly amusing to Eren, but it was impossible. Also, he was always asking you questions. Not about the subject of the class, of course, but about you. It was extremely irritating when your more than six foot tall table neighbor was asking about your favorite icecream, season, baseball team, movies and shows, color, band and just about anything that came to his mind, out of pure devilish delight to see your face scrunch up, trying to solve a math problem with his annoying voice rambling next to you.

And when Mr. Ackerman called him out on it, he began asking you questions about the class, which was somehow even worse. You didn't have a reason not to answer them, and after all, maybe he really wanted to know, but he was asking them without a pause, amd they were always about stuff you'd done months ago.

When he was particularly bored, Eren began to play with your hair that you kept in a messy bun most of the time, though you liked to have some loose strands that he snatched, twirled around his fingers and sometimes tugged at when he wanted your attention. Sometimes he even took several at a time and braided them into mini braids some of your friends had already unknowingly complimented after class.

All of his incredibly annoying and absolutely not endearing antics had earned Eren a special place on your heart- on your black list. Someone simply bringing up his name made you internally roll your eyes. And maybe you were childish, but he was more childish! Unfortunately, not everyone shared your opinion on Eren. In fact, he was quite popular, celebrated by many of your class mates for being so 'cool' and 'hot'. They encouraged his demeanor and you were sure that they contributed a lot to his massive ego.

You could see why people, especially girls, liked him, you weren't blind. Eren was incredibly handsome, as not to say really hot with his shoulder length dark hair that seemed right out of a shampoo commercial. He kept it in a loose man bun most of the time and, with all your critique you had for him, you had to admit that the guy knew what was good for himself- at least look-wise. His height and muscular built only added to the image of a greek god, and Eren sure had style with his rings and earrings that complimented his skin tone, and undoubtedly the most green eyes in the whole wide world.

Aside from that, Eren also had his fair share of charisma, and the much hated goofy grins and flirtatious smirks did something to anyone he encountered.

Yes, Eren was hot, but no pretty face or well placed smile could make up for the annoying little monster lurking beneath the surface. It seemed to be his sole purpose in math class to- well, you didn't really know. Was it to annoy you because he despised you? Or was it only to distract himself because you were just another person he could use for his entertainment? No clue. But you hated to think too much about him.

➭

07:53 am. You mentally cursed yourself and lifted your head from your watch, otherwise you would've collided with the wall. Damn it! You were more than twenty minutes late! Out of breath, you sprinted down the corridor as you mentally panicked. You were never late. In fact, you hadn't been late since middle school when you had a rather formative experience with Mr. Shadis because of it, and now your blood ran cold at the memory. This was bad. A worst case scenario. Shit! The class had started twenty-five minutes ago and you almost stumbled over your own feet, trying to increase your pace.

With a little too much momentum, you ran around the corner and straight into an obstacle. You bounced off of it painfully and landed butt first on the ground. Even worse, you lost hold of your bagpack, and now books and pens were sprawled out on the floor. When you saw the shoes in front of you, you suddenly realized that you had run into a person. Jeez, how much bad luck could one have on just one morning?

"I'm so sorry," you apologised profusely and crawled around on the floor to collect your stuff, but your fingers trembled with stress. Oh god, now you would be even later to class! This couldn't be! And Mr. Ackerman surely wouldn't take it lightly, he was known to be strict, and what if this meant a repetition? What if he'd do what Mr. Shadis had done years ago? Shit, shit shit!

"Y/n?"

Your head shot up as you were met with the sight of those gorgerous annoying green eyes and raised eyebrows. It was Eren. Eren fucking Jaeger was the one you had run into, him of all people. You probably shouldn't be surprised, Eren was notorious at being late- other than you. Normally, you would've given him the cold shoulder or snapped at him for some dumb reason, but you were far too stressed to feel anything put panic and worry right now. Not sparing him another glance, you hurriedly proceeded to pack your things.

Eren was confused. On the one hand, you were late. You were never late, always already there when he arrived, so he didn't quite believe his eyes. But there was no doubt to it, there you were, crawling around on the floor and looking for books and pens as if your life depended on it, as if the devil was after you. And the most curious thing of all was: you weren't angry, you hadn't scolded him for standing in the way. You hadn't even acknowlegde his presence properly, or so it seemed. He didn't like it. And what were you so distressed about anyway? Your fucking fingers were trembling! Not only your fingers, but your bottom lip, too. Were you about to cry? Why, for fucks sake? Were you hurt?

This was one of the rare time you didn't act annoyed or resentful towards him, even though that was probably his fault. But why were you in such a state? Worried, he watched you grip tightly onto your backpack, your pretty little face filled with fear. "What's wrong, pretty girl?" he asked, sounding as casual and teasing as possible, even though the question was genuine.

Instantly, he knew something was very wrong, you didn't even react to the much hated nick name, and you didn't huff in annoyance or tell him to mind his own business, but actually answered his question. "I'm late!" you shrieked out of breath and you sounded as if you were announcing the end of the world. You were completely broken. So devastated, in fact, that you seemed to just forget the grudge you held against him.

"Ah," Eren said confused and continued to watch you as you were on the verge of tears. "So, you're just late"

"I've never been late!" you answered, causing Eren's eyes to widen and a chuckle to leave his lips. God, you were cute. What now, tease you or comfort you? Both choices were tempting. You were just so helpless right now. His year long crush on you told him to calm you down and help you, but the meaner part of him wanted to see you squirm a bit, just a little.

"Never? Like, never ever?" he asked, still teasing but you almost heard some genuine interest. You nodded and he laughed. "I knew you were a good girl but I didn't know you took it this far, jeez"

"Yeah, whatever," you sniffed, in fact at the verge of tears. But then, Eren did something you hadn't expected of him at all. Actually, you thought that he would just stand there, watch and enjoy your misery, all while making fun of you, but Eren actually crouched down in front of you, took your books out of your trembling hands and stuffed them into your backpack. Then, he helped you collect your pens. His hands were steady and calm and actually reliable, and even though he had teased you before, he seemed to genuinely intend to help you.

"What are you doing?" you asked, which was a really dumb question, but you weren't thinking very clearly right now.

"Being your knight in shining armor, pretty girl," Eren smirked, closed the zipper of your bagpack, threw it over his shoulder and pecked your cheek as he pulled you up. With his sleeve, he gently wiped away any signs of the tears you'd almost spilled, took your hand and then pulled you with him. When he suddenly began to run, you, still a bit dumbfounded from the kiss, stumbled a bit before adapting to his pace and let him pull you with him as he sprinted through the corridors. With an almost boyish smile, Eren turned his head at full speed to look at you. "It's time to make some memories!"

God, he really was fast! No wonder he was the star of the football team. With your shorter legs, it was quite difficult to keep up with him, but Eren happily dragged you along, still carrying your bag which didn't seem to bother him at all. Loose strands of his bun flew around his head and his eyes held a weird sort of determination. Still too shaken to complain, you watched him, because when you watched him, you didn't have to think about what might happen as soon as you set foot into the classroom.

All the snarky remarks and you couldn't help to be so thankful. If it hadn't been for him, you'd probably be crying in some corridor now. As you knew yourself, you would've probably just decided not to face the emberassement and quit on school altogether today, which would've been very bad since the next math exam was only a week away. If you looked at it that way, Eren really had been your knight in shining armor- not the one you would've hoped for, but he had seemed surprisingly genuine in his attempts to help you. Actually, he had been very kind. But why all of the sudden?

In no time, you reached the door to the class room and the anxiety kicked in again. Involuntarily, you clutched Eren's hand harder as you stared at the door in fear. What would Mr. Ackerman say? Would he reprimand you, expose you in front of your whole class? Eren looked down at you. Panic was written all over your features as you tightened your grip on his hand. But Eren left you no time to think about all the possible bad outcomes of this situation, he winked at you as if you were old friends and then knocked. The door opened.

When the two of you stepped in, you were met with Mr Ackermans sinister gaze. Clearly, he wasn't happy that you disturbed the class and you felt yourself shrink next to Eren under the glare he sent your way. "Morning," Eren said unbothered, not even explaining himself at this point.

Mr Ackerman glared at him angrily. "Is there a single cell in your body that gives a shit about anything at all, Jaeger? Or are you just a petty, attention hungry little child?"

Next to Eren, you panicked even further as you watched and listened Mr Ackerman scold him. Though Eren didn't seem particularly bothered. Contrary, he seemed to be pretty relaxed about the whole situation, in a strangely good mood actually. He was more of a grumpy guy mostly, but right now, he looked as if he was having fun. Not you though. The more you heard of Mr Ackerman's lecture, the more you wanted to turn around run out of the class room. Or jump out of the window. What would he say to you? How would he punish you? At this point, you'd be relieved if he'd just give you detention, as Eren was getting right now for not being on time for the whole month, and not say anything else. You'd take everything but public humiliation.

You felt sweat on your temple as the class looked at you- specifically your hand in Eren's, who let go of it quickly but waited for you, not yet taking his seat, even though the teacher had told him to. Maybe he could sense that you'd crack under pressure If he left you alone here.

"I'm sorry, sir," you heard yourself say and saw your middle schooler self before your eyes, saying the same thing. "My alarm didn't ring"

"Tch," said your teacher and you panicked internally, trying to appear composed. "It's fine, go to your seat"

A big, big, weight was lifted up from your chest at those words and you almost felt like laughing. Had he just let you off the hook? Really? Relief, sweet, sweet relief flooded through you and you felt like flying. All this worry... He hadn't said a single mean thing to you! You couldn't believe it! You were so happy, in fact, that you showed no reaction at all when Eren patted your back and you followed him to your seat where you quickly sat down to escape the stares of the bored students. Only then you remembered that Eren still had your bagpack, and you were already prepared for him making it a game for you to try and get it, but when you turned around, he simply handed it to you with the proud smile of someone who'd just won a competition.

That was, in fact, how Eren felt right now as you took your bagpack and even gave him a little smile. And there was his prize. A smile. You'd never smiled at him! But he loved it. It was like standing in the spotlight on a stage, and it made butterflies dance around in his stomach. Eren smiled back instantly, still enjoying the high he got from your smile, placed his head on the table to look up a you as loose strands of hair fell into his face and remarked jokingly: "What, you aren't angry at me? Guess you really were serious back there, huh?"

Something was different. The way he looked at you. First, you couldn't quite understand what it was, but then it struck you. Eren was smiling. Not smirking, not sarcastic, not scowling, he was smiling. A real, genuine smile that made his green eyes shine, that made your stomach twist and turn and heart skip a beat.

You noticed you were staring at him when he winked at you and you spun your head around so fast that your hair flew around your head and into your eyes. Emberrassed, you looked away from him as your cheeks grew hot. What had just happened? God, you bet you'd never hear the end of this!

Eren watched you curiously, your reddened cheeks that he could only make out when he leaned over the table. As he remembered the look in your eyes when he'd winked at you, he had to chuckle quietly.

"Watch out, I might still snap," you warned him without properly looking at him yet, trying to overplay your emberassement. It was the first time you'd joked around him and he wanted to cradle you up in his arms and tell you how great you were as he watched you from the table with a lovesick smile. In truth, Eren had had a crush on you for months, hence the reason he enjoyed bothering you so much, because he was, in fact, attention starved. He wanted your attention and your praise for carrying your books - he'd tried before, but you'd snapped at him - but he didn't know how to tell you, how to let you know he was serious, how to push his teasing troublemaker persona aside, so he just kinda did crap, just to get a little huff, a little scrunch of the eyebrow, a little side glance out of you. He wanted to prove to you that you couldn't just ignore him.

In his eyes, you were magnificent. Your intelligence, the fact that you were able to read people, that you weren't shallow at all and not afraid to show it, your kindness to others and the fact that you always hold your head high. He loved every single one of your mannerisms and it also helped that, to him, you were the prettiest girl at trost high school.

You sighed, knowing nothing of his train of thought that was all about you. "Thank you for carrying my books, and your help, I-" you stopped yourself, cleared your throat and got out your stuff for the lesson. Curious, Eren eyed you from the side, but he didn't ask further questions.

Something was different today. Eren was. You would've thought that he'd return to his old ways as soon as Mr Ackerman began to speak again, to annoy you, keep you from listening or doing the tasks the teacher gave you. But, surprisingly enough, he didn't. He was quiet. The whole time. Maybe he was dead. You glanced to the side, but there he was, alive and breathing. Still not paying attention to the class, but also not annoying you. What was going on? Was he sick? Was he okay? What was wrong with him? Why didn't he act like usual? Like he always did, every time you two had math together. But no.

When he realized you were looking at him, he glanced at you shortly and sent you a quick little smile before he focused back on fiddling with his jeans. Confused, you shook your head and turned your attention back to the teacher.

Halfway through the lesson, Eren took your left arm, and soon after, you felt the brush of a pen. He was drawing or writing on it. But he didn't say a thing, just quietly drawing on your left forearm. Out of fear he'd begin to talk again if you asked him about it, you stayed silent. It wasn't so bad. The pen tickled you lightly. Eren's warm hands sent tingles through your whole body and goosebumps appeared all over that arm. He had to have noticed it, but he didn't say anything. In your reflection in the glass of the window, you could see that he was bend over your arm, tongue sticking out of his lips in concentration. You tried not to get too caught up in the sight.

➭

"Now ... tell me," Ymir grinned and shoved an elbow into your side rather roughly. "What were you doing with Eren Jaeger, holding hands and missing out on class?" The two of you were walking down the hallway to get to the cafeteria after English class. The last time you'd seen Eren today was back in math class.

At the implication, your cheeks burned and you hit her back. "Oh shut up! It's not- it's wasn't like that"

"What's not like what?"

Both you and Ymir spun around to be met with the sight of Eren right behind you. You would've almost stumbled due to the shock and your clumsy turn, for the second time that day, if Ymir hadn't catched you. The tall girl glared at Eren who seemed a little nervous under her hostile stare. It was only then that you noticed the change in his expression. His dorky smirk had been replaced by a nervous grin- not much of a difference, one would say, but as someone who knew these smirks better than most, it catched your eye. Eren seemed more genuine as his eyes found your's helplessly.

"What do you want, Jaeger?" Ymir growled, making no effort to hide her hostility. You almost pitied Eren. Almost. The amusement overpowered it. Undoubtedly, you liked seeing Eren squirm a little.

"Uhm," Eren said, "Historia wants to see you. At the basketball field"

Ymir and you shared skeptical glances. True, Historia and Eren were loose friends, but why would she sent him and not just a message? "Are you sure Historia knows that she wants to see her?" you asked with a raised brow and a little grin on your lips.

You could see in Eren's face that you'd caught him, nontheless he feigned innocence and showed Ymir away from you gently and draping a hand around your waist. Ahh. Then, he even had the audacity to pat Ymir's shoulder. "Doesn't matter, she told me, you need to go now, love is great, get your girl"

Both Ymir and you were staring at him aghast. You were so perplexed about his weird behaviour that you didn't even think about getting out of his rather tight grasp, but you couldn't ignore the feeling of his waist rubbing yours and the warmth radiating from his body. Actually, his hoodie was pretty soft and cozy. No wonder he wore it so often, you just hoped he cleaned it regularly. Though he probably did since he smelled pretty good- well, normal. Very normal. God, what were you thinking about again?

"Also," Eren added when Ymir didn't walk away, "Reiner and his team are on the way to the field. If I were you, I'd go and mark my terretory, you know how he is."

Ymir scoffed at him, but she did turn around with one last look at you and left with a frown plastered all over her features. When she was out of earshot, you snorted amused. "'Mark my terretory?' You dog."

Jokingly, Eren bowed a little and lead you down the hallway. It was only then that you realized he still had his arm around your waist, so you tried to wiggle out of his grasp but to no avail, he was just too strong.

"Eren," you said annoyed.

"Hm?"

"Let me go, please"

Sighing, as if it caused him a lot of pain, he let go of you but didn't create any distance. Since you couldn't really think of a reason to push him away, you continued to walk by his side. At first, the silence was quite nice and you wondered if he'd gotten so little sleep last night that he just didn't have the energy to talk, but, after a few minutes, you felt the urge to start a conversation. Shyly, you glanced his way, unsure how to start one. Eren was looking straight ahead and you quickly did the same before you would begin to stare again. It was quite easy to get caught up in the sight.

"Historia didn't ask for Ymir," you said, more as a statement than a question, but, nontheless, he answered.

"No"

Biting down on your bottom lip, you studied his features. He seemed relaxed, cool, as always, but his left hand was fidgeting with his hoodie. This was one of the little things he did when he was nervous, and suddenly you wondered why you even knew that. Sure, you'd seen it somewhere, but why had you remembered it? Why had your mind decided that this was important information? And why on earth was Eren nervous? Since you didn't have an answer to these questions, you asked another one.

"Why did you lie to Ymir? Why do you want me alone?"

"Because I didn't take you as someone who'd like a threesome," Eren joked. You hit him with your bag and he raised his hands in surrender and defense. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry y/n! I was only joking. It was a - ow! - very, very dumb joke, I'm sorry!" Maybe his apology would've sounded a little more genuine if he hadn't been laughing, and even though you wanted to push him into the school pond, a little smile tugged at your lips, too.

Mercifully, you lowered your bag and glared at him, but when he smiled at you, it was hard not to smile back. Huffing, you surpressed it, but you couldn't do anything against the fact that your expression softened a little. What was wrong with you? What was wrong with him? Why were you both like this?

Eren's shoulder bumped into your's as you continued walking, causing you to look at him. He had his hand stretched out to you and, for a confused moment, you wondered if he wanted you to take it before he asked: "As an apology... do you want me to carry your bagpack for you?"

"Nah," you said and rolled your eyes at his disappointed expression.

"Come on, please," he begged and tugged at the strap over your shoulder and at the heartwrenching look in his eyes, you almost gave in.

"Why?" you asked as you narrowed your eyes at him. "Do you want to drown it in the school pond? Do you want to hide it somewhere? Do you want to set it on fire?"

"What're you thinking of me?" Eren exclaimed- he seemed surprisingly genuine. "I just wanna carry it for you"

Well, you may just test him now. For safety reasons, you took your phone, keys, wallet and earphones out of your bagpack and handed it to Eren skeptically. Delighted, Eren threw it over his shoulder and grinned at you. Other than you, he was very aware of the eyes following you two, the students sharing glances when the unlikely pair walked by, and this display - you letting him carry your bagpack, none of the other boys, only him - satisfied him greatly. This was his way of marking his terretory.

When he looked back at you, you looked more serious, in thought. Then, you stopped walking in the middle of the hallway but didn't look at him. He noticed you were chewing on your bottom lip- you didn't know the words to say what you wanted to say. Finally, it broke out of you. "You must think I'm so riddiculous now"

Eren, who was sure that you didn't want the whole hallway to heat this kind of conversation and you surely had everyone's attention, urged you to continue walking gently. "Only a bit riddiculous," he said with a soft little smile and led you outside where you had more privacy. Since you were standing right next to him, he noticed the deep breath you were taking and suddenly remembered the look in your eyes when he'd found you before math class. At the memory, he felt the frustration wash over him for not knowing why you had gotten so panicked and how to make it go away.

When he was just about to ask you about it, you broke the silence, still not looking at him but a little smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "You were awfully quiet this morning"

"You didn't like it?" he replied, only half joking, as he eyed you from the side.

Immediately, you burst out in panic: "No, no, I did! I was just ... surprised, I guess" The shy look in your eyes when you shared a glance plastered a wide grin upon his face and made his heart flutter. Weirdly enough, his grin made you blush and you cursed yourself for getting flustered this easily.

"Well," he said and you looked back at him, or better, up at him. "I figured you'd already missed out on the first half of class so you shouldn't miss the second half, too. After all, we have a class test next week."

Your eyes widened, surprised how considerate he had been- and by the fact that he knew you were writing a class test next week. When you voiced that last thought, he laughed whole-heartedly and you even joined in a little. "You're not going to actually learn for it, I'm sure."

"No," he said. "I know most of the stuff, but if you need help learning..." He had lowered his face so it was only a few inches from yours and wiggled his eyebrows. You pushed him away with a smile, but Eren suddenly stopped and leaned down to your height. You hoped that he just assumed this was your natural skin color by now. "Now, I get to ask a question," he said. "Why the rush?"

A deep sigh left your lips and you hugged your body with your arms without looking at Eren. You felt the urge to tell him, insufferable Eren Jaeger who wasn't as insufferable as you'd thought, about it, but now you felt riddiculous. Finally, you explained: "When I was in middle school - i was new to the class - I was late once to Mr Shadis class. He- I don't know, it's just so dumb, but he kind of scolded me and slandered me in front of the whole class." As you spoke, your voice got higher and rushed. "And, you know, I was kind of sensitive, still am, and I had a bad day and that was just all coming back so I panicked you know? And-"

You fell silent and stared at the ground. You sounded like a total dumbass. What did he think of you now? You felt the tears in your eyes. This was so emberrassing! Humiliated, you avoided his eyes.

"Mr Shadis?" Eren asked, sounding unbothered. "Man, I remember him! That guy really was a pest"

"Yeah?" you asked and looked up at him with wide, glossy eyes.

He smiled back reassuringly. "I still now how he always bullied me in gym class"

"Poor you," you smiled and swallowed the tears as Eren rubbed your back gently.

"You know," he said, "I met him in town recently and he was actually pretty nice- he was propably just not good with kids"

You nodded and sighed a little. Never ever would you have guessed that Eren was this good at comforting, and the arm wrapped around your shoulder made you want to cuddle into this hoodie of his "You're probably right- let's talk about something else before I begin to cry on your hoodie"

"Never thought I'd hear you say that to me," Eren grinned. "It's nice though. By the way, have you looked at your arm yet?"

There it was again; the slight nervousness in his eyes, the fiddling with his hoodie. You shook your head truthfully. "No"

"Well, then do that," Eren said, and before you knew it, he had pressed a kiss on your cheek and had slipped back into the school building. Dumbfounded and blushing again, you looked at the door students walked out of now. They walked past you as you just stood there, not knowing what to do with this. You felt so- good. So weirdly happy that you wanted to hug every single one of them and then Eren. Whatever this weird new thing was- you liked it.

Surpressing a smile, you looked at your arm and your eyes widened. It was full of little drawings, quite simple but really good. You saw a dog, a pen, a braid, a coffe cup and a piece of cake and much more. Amazed by how good he was at this, you ran your fingers over your arm that Eren had turned into a work of art and then noticed the only letters on your arm, in a comic-like font and surrounded by little symbols.

Wanna go out with me?

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reinersprozacbottle · 1 month

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The Aot girlies as tweets

1- Annie

2- Mikasa (only w/ ykw 🙄)

3- Hitch

4- Hange (truuust me when I say this😭😭)

5- Ymir (she’s shading Reiner)

6- Sasha

7- Historia

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kekeplsloveme · 2 years

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You're mine

Pairing: Eren x reader

Summary: In which the reader is Armin's little sister who gets corrupted by his best friend, Eren.

Warning: Modern!AU, NSFW, MINORS DNI, posessive Eren, one death threat but not towards the reader or anything , fuckboy!Eren, unprotected sex, dom!Eren (are you surprised?), sub!reader, dirty talk, the rest you can experience yourselves ;)

Word Count: 4k lets go

A/N: wrote this at 4 am, if you see any mistakes give me a break pls

Things have been different ever since you moved in with your brother. You do miss your parents and how they wouldn't leave you alone sometimes and you did miss having those family conversations in the living room right after you had your dinner and a crappy show on TV was playing as background noise. It's the little things that count towards the best moments in life, even if it just includes talking about nothing and watching a show that you never cared about.

The few couple of weeks have been difficult; Armin welcomed you with open arms when you mentioned that you got accepted into the same University as he did and when he offered you a room in his apartment, you were over the moon. You have a good relationship with your brother. He's always been there for you when you needed a shoulder to cry on, always there to defend you to other kids even if he wasn't the strongest one there and would often get into fights he could never win. You loved him more than anything and he loved you just as much. Moving across the country to go to University was the thing that broke your heart the most. The day he left felt like you lost your family and your bestfriend. Sure, your parents were nice, but they didn't compare to how much you and Armin cared about each other.

A part of why you applied to the same University as him was because of your brother. You wanted to see him again and not just a few times a year. Spending two years away from him was horrible.

One thing that took you by surprise when you moved in with him was just how many friends he managed to make over just two years. He was part of a huge group of friends that would often hang out in his apartment since some of them either still lived with their parents or had shitty roomates that would ruin the fun. Armin was fortunate enough to have a decent internship the summer before he went to school and stuck with it, so rent was never a problem for him.

You tried to hang out with them as well, but it was just not the same thing. You felt like they saw you as Armin's little sister instead of as your own person, so you stopped trying to become their friend. Who would want to feel tolerated and not wanted there? You never wanted to make the others feel like they must be nice to you because they like your brother, so you stopped hanging out with them whatsoever. You avoided them when they were over and that way you wouldn't just feel tolarated. You hated that word so much.

Just like tonight. Some of his friends were over and you stayed inside your room the entire evening. As you were typing on your laptop, you felt your stomach growl, reminding you that you need food to function. You looked at the clock that pointed to be a bit after midnight. You make your way to the door and put your ear against it, giving yourself a few seconds to listen and see if there's someone in the living room, but when there was nothing but silence, you left your room. Not like you could have been able to tell, your room is on the other side of the apartment.

As you turned the corner to go into the living room that you needed to pass in order to get to the kitchen, you heard someone's voice. You could tell it was one of your brother's friends, but couldn't tell exactly. He is talking to someone on the phone, that much you can tell, but you waited too long to eat, so you went into the kitchen anyway. You're sure it's not that important anyway.

"I know, I can't wait-" you heard Eren's voice as you walked inside. The moment you stepped foot into the room, he stopped talking to whoever was on the phone and excused himself under the pretext that he'd call later. It felt awkward; how he looked you up and down, how his eyes were still on you, how he followed you with his gaze as you made your way to the fridge.

Eren was the one friend that you just couldn't stand. There was something about him that made you feel insecure and like he was trying to dominate the air in every room he was in. He was much taller than you were and you couldn't help but notice the fact that he liked to work out by how his arms looked and how much he liked to show it to everyone. And, God, did he like to tease you. You didn't need to hear it from anyone, but you knew just what a fuckboy Eren was. You could just take one look at him and know, he just gave off the vibe that he fucks everything that moves and you being his friend's little sister, were the perfect target for his teasing. Him being over all the fucking time didn't help your situation either.

"You're up late," he said to you, but all you did was open the fridge and pour yourself a glass of orange juice. Suddenly, you lost your appetite. "Don't ignore me, little siren," you heard his voice behind you, not close enough to touch you, but close enough to give off that same intimidating feeling.

"Where's Armin?" you changed the subject. You turned around to face him, holding the glass of orange juice in your hand, but he took it from you before you could even have a sip.

"What, you're scared you're alone with me?" he drank from the glass and poured the rest in the sink. What a dick. When you didn't answer him, he continued. "Afraid he's driving his little girlfriend Annie home," he leaned on the counter as he spoke to you. You couldn't help yourself from looking at his arms. He worked out today, it was obvious by how good- by how his lower arms looked. The veins on his arms were the obvious sign.

"Why did you not go with them, then?" you crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to give off a confident feel, but you couldn't compare to him.

"Relax, princess, he's on his way back," Eren got a few steps closer to you. Your back was against the wall next to the fridge, which you pressed even harder into it as he got closer and close to you. It was obvious he knew exactly what he was doing to you and he enjoyed every moment of it. "This necklace," he pointed out, gently grabbing the silver jewelry around your neck. "So pretty," he let go of it and brushed the side of your neck with his fingers and thumb on the other side.

You couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach as he was teasing you like this, pushing the boundaries and pushing you at the same time. He finally pressed his hand into your neck, a gentle squeeze. Not hard enough to stop you from breathing, but hard enough to feel good. "Do you like my hand around your throat?" he whispered in your ear, pressing his chest on yours, pinning you against the wall with his hand and body. "You're so quiet, don't have anything to say to save yourself?"

You gasped quietly, secretly, but not so subtly loving whatever Eren was doing with you right now. You avoided eye contact with him, you didn't want to see that stupid look on his face right now. He brushed yoru jaw with his thumb and moved his hand further up your face. "Look at me," he ordered you as he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him, forcing you to go through the painful process of making eye contact with him as he was melting your brain. He's never went so far before, but you knew that with your reaction to all of this, he won't be stopping any time soon. "You're so pathetic," he whispered to you, a smirk forming on his face. "You just like to be talked down on, don't you?" He shook your head, puckering your lips by the way he was holding your face now. "Not a thought inside that head, other than getting fu-" Eren was interrupted by the sound of the front door being unlocked. That same smirk he had got even bigger. He let go of your face, but leaned down to whisper in your ear. "I thought you were like that, but fuck," he chuckled, "I had no idea Armin's little sister was such a submissive little slut." He put distance between you and himself, just as Armin turned the corner to come inside the kitchen.

He took one look at you, one look at Eren and then another at you. "Is everything okay?" he asks us, but neither me or Eren answer, both for different reasons. "Because each time you two are in the same room, you rip each other's heads off so it's hard to believe you're getting along."

"Nope, we're good," Eren steps in to answer. "Right, princess? Tell your brother we're fine." Even in front of your brother he can't help himself, but you can't lie and say that Eren talking to you like this doesn't turn you on at all.

"Yeah, we're fine," you answer Armin, but you were looking at Eren. Eren smiled at you and turned to leave the Kitchen, grabbing your brother as well. At least he got you out of this embarrassing situation.

The moment you get back to your room, you close your door and press your back on it, allowing yourself to fall to the ground. "What the fuck..." you whisper to yourself, disbelief washing over you, a wave of shame and embarrassment overcoming you as you play what happened between you and Eren on a loop in your head. It was hot, like really hot, and the way he talked to you... You were starting to understand why so many girls want to fuck him, he definitely knows what he's doing. But one thing he told you stands out in particular. How you're submissive. You've had boyfriends before, but none of them any dominant tendancies, so the idea of you being submissive never occurred to you. What was Eren going to do about this now? Is he still going to tease you or did things get worse?

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A couple of weeks went by since you saw Eren. Saying that you were doing your best to avoid him was an understatment, but you know that it didn't matter how much you wanted to avoid him at all costs, he is still your brother's friend and he'd still come hang out with him here. Just like today.

Every few weeks they gather here at your brother's and throw a small party, just enough for them and not anyone else outside the group. It's more like a group hangout with music, alcohol and weed, rather than a party. Normally, you'd say hi to everyone when they got here just to be nice, grab a drink and go back to your room, but you didn't step foot outside your door at all. They've been here for a couple of hours already, and boredome did start to get the best of you. You still can't decide if you were bored because you were all alone in your room or because you wanted to see Eren again, but you tried not to think about that too much.

As you opened your bedroom door to finally step out, you bumped right into Eren's chest who was about to open your door. You looked up at him, the smell of alcohol and weed fresh on him, it was intoxicating, but you wanted more. "Eren," you said almost as a whisper, feeling your breath get stuck in your chest. Now you know, you definitely were bored because of him.

"Hey there, little siren," he answered you, placing his hands on your shoulders and moving you backwards, away from the door so he can step in. "You've been avoiding me." Eren pointed out and closed the door with his leg, briefly taking his hand off of you so he can lock the door. Seeing him do that made you feel nervous, but also sent butterflies in your stomach. "Tell me why."

That same intimidating feeling got to you again. He was so demanding, but also it was so hot to be bossed around by him like this. When you hesitated to answer, he turned you around so your back was against the door. "When I talk to you, " he said as he wrapped his fingers around your throat again, but this time he wasn't as careful as last time. "You answer me," he continued, tightening his grip on your neck. The first time he did it felt like he was just testing the waters, seeing how far I let him play with me, but this time he's taking what he wants. It was hard to breathe, but you loved it. Loved the control he had over you and loved how he made you submit just by existing, how he didn't need to do anything to you to prove just how easily he can mess with your mind. "So answer me. Why were you avoiding me?"

The look on his face was pure lust. You knew exactly why he came to your room and it was definitely not to just have a chat. "You noticed I was," you answered him, even if it wasn't the answer he was looking for.

Eren chuckled and let go of your neck, moving his fingers inside your hair. He gripped a fistful of your hair at the base of you scalp, getting a good grip on it without making it hurt too much for you. "Yeah, I fucking noticed," he answered you as he tilted your head to the side, leaving your neck fully exposed to him. He pressed his lip on it - one small kiss here, another one there, until he was sucking on one spot right below your ear. You felt your knees go weak, the pleasure from just kissing your neck was overwhelming you, but your neck has always been your most sensitive spot.

"Eren, stop," you make a pathetic attempt at pushing him off, but all he did was grab your wrist and slam it above your head, now his lips on a different spot on your neck. "Eren, please, don't leave any marks, Armin will know." You sucked a breath in, almost losing control over how he laughed against your skin.

"You sound so good when you beg, princess," he said to you, brushing his thumb over the two hickeys he left on your neck. "I'll mark you if I want, got it?" He informed you, a smile making its way on his face. "You tried so hard to avoid me just to let me do whatever I want to you now, huh?" He let go of your hair and grabbed your other wrist, putting it against the first one. "You've been thinking about me."

"Think about you?" you let out a little laugh, but Eren saw right through it. "Please, don't be so full of yourself," you continued, this false act of confidence not even coming across as half believable.

"I've been thinking about you," he said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. His right hand started roaming on your body. "How obedient and what a good girl you were for me that night," he moved his hand to your lower back, pulling you in closer to his body. "It's so hard to find such a submissive slut, you know that?" he let go of your wrists and dragged you to your desk, pushing the books and notebooks from it on the ground. "On the desk, now."

You followed his orders in a heartbeat, taking a seat on your desk in front of him. "Have you really been thinking about me?" you ask him in a shy and quiet tone. Your cheeks were blushing a bright pink colour and you could feel just how wet you were. Eren was driving you insane and you couldn't help but fall deeper in the hole he dug for you.

Eren grabbed your thighs and pulled you in closer to him, your ass right on the edge of the desk as he took a seat on your chair, right in front of you. "Fuck, you were the only thing o my mind, little siren," he pulled of your shorts, but leaving your panties on for you. "The way you were looking at me when my hand was around your throat," he rubbed your inner thigh, spreading your legs in the process. "How good it will feel when I finally get my hands on you and ruin you," he looked up at you and smirked. "How sweet you must taste," Eren grabbed your panties and threw them on the ground. The next thing you know, his tongue was pressed flat against your clit and he was holding you in place by having a strong grip on your thighs.

He was talented with his mouth in ways you couldn't even describe. His tongue was working magic on your clit and two of his fingers were rubbing all the right spots inside your pussy. "Ah- fuck, Eren," you moaned out and ran your fingers through his hair to hold onto for support. You started grinding your hips into his mouth, feeling yourself reach your orgasm. It's been so long since you've done this with someone and with how much Eren's been teasing you and the weeks of torment are a recipe for not lasting long at all.

"Eren, please, " you whines, your mind starting to become fuzzy with pleasure. "I'm so close, please let me cum," your fingers were holding onto his hair like it was the only thing that can keep you alive. "Ah, Eren," you couldn't help yourself from moaning his name, it was just rolling off your tongue and the only thing on your mind. "Ah, please, please, I'm gonna-"

Your high was cut short before it even happened. The moment those words left your mouth, Eren detached himself from your pussy and got up from the chair. You felt dizzy, you were right there, right there and he just took it all from you. Your eyes got full of tears, not because you were sad, but because of the sheer amount of pleasure that was ripped away from you, your body doesn't seem to comprehend what you just went through. "Eren..." you spoke out in a shaky voice.

"As hot as it was hearing you moan my name, " Eren said to you as he wiped his mouth and chin on his t-shirt. "You're not cumming anywhere other than my cock, got it?" You nodded your head and accepted it. All you wanted right now was to please him and nothing else.

Eren picked you up like you weighted nothing and threw you on your bed. He was so strong, you didn't need to move a muscle in order for him to get whatever he wanted.

"If I ever see you with anyone else," he started speaking to you as he took his shirt off and threw it on the ground, "I'll kill him." Those words sent butterflies to your stomach. You've never had someone say that to you, but you also didn't know what Eren was capable of. The unknown factor of this whole thing made things so much hotter for you.

"I'm not yours, Eren," you answered him, pushing that posessivness of his even further. "I'm not your girlfriend and you didn't even kiss me," You ran your hands on his arms, feeling his muscles under your touch.

"Is that how it works?" Before you could answer, Eren slammed his lips on yours, sealing the deal with a kiss just like you said. He was passionate and agressive, taking control of the kiss without hesitation and you letting him have control without fighting back. "There," he said, grabbing your cheeks again and holding your face still. "You're fucking mine, little siren," he smirked, enjoying the sheer amount of lust in your eyes, all that lust only for him. "The moment you cum around my cock then I'll own you," you heard his belt buckling and his trousers hitting the floor.

He grabbed his dick and rubbed it on your pussy, coating it in your juices and his silava. You could feel just how big he was with him rubbing himself on you. "Eren..." You said as you grabbed his arm.

"I know baby," he reassured you, "I know I'm big, but you'll take it as a good girl, right?" He positioned his tip to your entrace, not pushing it in yet. "I'll make it fit, I'll make you scream for God," he pushed in the tip, getting the head in only. You were so wet and warm around him, you wrapped around his cock so good, it took a lot of effort not to cum inside of you in that moment.

He started moving inside of you slowly, giving you a few minutes to get used to his size, but the moment that you started moaning instead of hissing and grunting in pain, there was no going back. He set up a fast and hard pace, knocking all your thoughts out of your head. You just felt so good, so warm, so wet, so tight. You wrapped around him like a glove, the pleasure was overwhelming both of you. The only things that could be heard in the room was the sound of the skin slapping against each other and both of you moaning, especially Eren. You never took him as the vocal one, but how would you be able to know any better? His moans sounded so sweet and filled with pleasure. He was so loud, letting himself fall into all the pleasure he was feeling, allowing you to know just how good your body makes him feel, how he claimed you as his own and held to his words.

"Eren," you moaned his name again, getting his attention to you.

"Yeah, baby?" he answered you, picking up the pace he set earlier. His movements were erratic and desperate, he was chasing his high just as hard as you were chasing yours. When he noticed you couldn't form any sentence without mumbling and moaning, he knew exactly what you wanted to say. "You're gonna cum around my dick, baby?" he moved his left hand to your clit, rubbing it in order to help you go over the edge. "Let it go baby, i got you," he reassured you, whispering in your ear in between his moans and grunts of pleasure. "I got you," he repeated, feeling himself get to the edge.

The next thing you know, your body felt like it was going to explode from the overwhelming amount of pleasure Eren gave you. The room was spinning and you felt as tears rolled down your cheeks. It all was so much, more than you've ever felt with any other partner you've ever had before. The moment you were done chasing your high, Eren did a few more thrusts before getting himself in as deep as he could as he also let go and chased his high. Your hands were on his cheeks, holding him as his knees buckled, the pleasure overwhelming him as well.

"So are we together now?"

Eren looked at you and started laughing, pulling out from inside of you with a sharp breath. "Yes, princess. We are."

#aot x reader #aot x female reader #aot modern au #aot smut #aot x you #eren x reader #eren jager smut #eren smut #eren jeager x reader

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chrollohearttags · 1 month

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I am salivating at the idea of jock!reiner, who everybody is intimidated by. Not so much because he’s a bully or has a mean streak but his stature. His physique alone is enough to ward off anyone..broad shoulders, six foot four, three hundred and thirty pounds of pure muscle and incredible strength.. but for those who know him, he’s nothing more than a gentle giant. As docile as they come and the sweetest guy you’d ever meet. Some would even describe him as a bit naive or gullible at times. His kindhearted nature, some believed, would be his downfall. Even so, that doesn’t stop the guys he plays football with from watching themselves when they see you come into the room…arm latched onto his as you two navigate through the party his team was hosting that night. A get together for newly recruited first draft picks for the NFL. He was proud to be attending and with the most beautiful woman nonetheless. It was far more laid back, and a pool party nonetheless..so naturally, when you came strutting through the courtyard; white bikini and fishnets covering your decadent skin and curvy frame, a belly button ring glistening from your tummy with your stretch marks on display, curls coiled atop your head, heels strapped around your smooth legs and white toes to match, everyone’s eyes was adverted onto you. As is his. He’s always gushing over his lady and it’s easy to see why. You’re always wearing revealing outfits and dressing provocatively. Titties out, ass always showing and never covering up regardless of the conditions. He never really pays it any mind but it’s not until one day that his friends pose the question: “you don’t have a problem with your girl dressing like that?” And with the widest smirk on his face, your man simply shrugs, and replies just as calmly:

“..not at all.”

mainly because he knows that no matter how many wandering eyes watch you or how many whispers he gets about your appearance…he’s the only one with the honor of getting to strip you out of said ensembles. The only one who gets to grope you from behind with those large hands and circulate his fingers on your clit as he marks your neck with kisses. He’s the one person who can make you come twice in a matter of mere minutes. And he’s certainly the only one with the privilege of getting to glide in between your thighs, bending you over with a hand laced around your throat as your colliding bodies stand before a mirror and his cock thrashing around inside of you..your juices dripping all down his pelvis and shaft as he forces you into an orgasm because the tip of his dick is perfectly stabbing at your sensitive core. “I’m the only one that can make this pussy squirt like this, isn’t that right, baby? The only person who can make you feel this good..” fish hooking those large digits into your mouth as he tugs you back with those plump ass cheeks clapping against him. “Yes daddy, this is your pussy..”

no need to be insecure over what’s rightfully yours <3

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darkbutterflyart · 4 months

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New RBA modern!AU sketches✨

I already drew this fanart last year in summer and finally colored it today!

I love drawing RBA in a modern!AU setting and designing outfits for them💜💅🏻✨

I hope you like it!💜

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #rba #annie leonhardt #bertholdt hoover #reiner braun #aot #aot modern au #my art

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stardustpetalss · 9 months

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🍦🍦

#eremika #eren x mikasa #eren jaeger #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #aot #aot modern au #school castes au #attack on titan #my art

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hanimiel4 · 3 months

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Light study

Eren and Zeke in a world where they are living together as brothers, so here is Eren who fell asleep after playing baseball with his older brother. Idk I think that Zeke would teach Eren how to play :>

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gojo-inabox · 1 year

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what they text you at 4am - modern au, various aot characters

Warnings: Unhinged cracked up behavior, modern AU, explicit NSFW suggestions with Zeke, maybe be ooc for some, implied afab reader, crude language and humor.

Characters: Reiner Braun, Armin Arlert, Bertolt Hoover, Annie Leonhart, Zeke Jaeger

Reiner Braun

Armin Arlert

Bertolt Hoover

Annie Leonhart

Zeke Jaeger (NSFW EXPLICITLY IMPLIED)

#attack on titan #aot #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #aot texts #aot modern au #zeke jaeger #zeke jaeger x reader #armin arlert #armin arlert x reader #reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #annie leonhart #annie leonhart x reader #bertolt hoover #bertolt hoover x reader

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heejayy · 2 years

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Eren Y. || Why we should have a baby…

Warning • mentions sex? Unexpected pregnancy,

Genres • crack, lil angst, fluff

Pairing • Eren Yeager x black fem! reader

Wc: 732

“Ok boom here’s why we should have a baby” you exclaimed turning on your tv to show the PowerPoint you made. You extended your pointer pointing to the title screen with a wide grin on your lips.

“What is this y/n?” Eren asked looking unimpressed. For the past two weeks, you’ve had a severe case of baby fever. Everywhere you go know you can’t help but see a baby and then you proceed to bug Eren to put one in you.

“Since begging you won’t work I’ll show you the pros and cons of having a baby. And we’ll see which one outways the other” you smiled clicking the next button on the computer so he could see it on the TV.

“We’ll start with the pros” you smiled “as you know I’ve always said I wanted a kid and maybe even more than one. I love kids- well sometimes but they can be really great. Also, they’re adorable! With their chubby cheeks and cute little feet and noses and eeekk,” you squealed at the thought of having one of your own.

“Ahem” Eren coughed trying to bring your attention back to him. “This isn’t very convincing sweetie” you sighed clicking the next slide which had ‘Money’ typed in bold green letters.

“Ok now I’m listening” he smirked sitting up from his man-spreading position, you just rolled your eyes. “Money is a big issue when having children but! We both come from pretty well-rounded family’s who would die to have a new baby to spoil, I mean the last baby my family had was me and I’m pushing 30!”

“Babe you’re 24” Eren deadpanned as he corrected you, “same thing” you shrugged waving him off.

“Anyways back to the point, they would spoil them rotten! And give us” you said pointing between you and him “everything we need to take care of them plus more, even your mom said she’s ready for us to have children.”

“Y/n my mom wanted you to have my baby the day she met you” you snorted. “She loved you before you spoke two words to her” he chuckled reminiscing on the time he brought you to meet his parents.

“Ok ok, next slide” you said pressing the next button which was tilted ‘A loving family ’ with a heart next to it. “As you know my mom and dad got divorced when I was young, I stayed with my mom but she was never around much due to work and when she was she was just pestering me about how much of a failure I am compared to her or my siblings” Eren’a face fell, he was well aware you didn’t have a good relationship with your mom which made him quite sad.

“My dad, on the other hand, he is great and I love him but he left and made a new family- what I’m trying to say is…maybe the only reason I want a baby is to build something I never had which was a loving close family. I want to make our baby feel the love I wish I received. I want to love them gently not neglect them and say it’s tough love.” Eren got up from the couch and walked over to you.

“Awe baby come here” he brought you in for a tight hug and kissed your head. He rocked you back and forth letting you cry silently in his arms.

“Are you trying to guilt trip me into giving you a baby?” He asked jokingly. You chuckled pulling away wiping your tears.

“No I would never do that!” you sniffled “I know I’ve been annoying the last few days I just didn’t know how to tell you I was ready to take the next step in our relationship.” He nodded wiping your cheeks.

“Alright let’s compromise” he took your hand guiding you to the couch “let’s say in the next 6 months if you still wanna have a baby we will, it’ll be an anniversary gift” he joked making you to laugh again.

“Alright deal” You said shaking his hand. You sat in his lap as he held you kissing your cheek and forehead repeatedly.

“Oh and by the way…I’m pregnant” you blurted out as you got up running to the bedroom.

“What- HUH?!”

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#aot modern au #aot scenarios #eren yeager x black reader #x black reader #heejayy #eren yaeger x reader #aot x you #aot x black reader #aot fluff #eren yeager fluff #eren yeager imagines #connie springer fluff #jean kirschstein x black reader #reiner x black reader #hange x you #levi x fem!reader #eren angst #aot masterlist

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savkirschtein · 29 days

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ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

modern college au

Jean Kirstein x f!reader

warnings: literally just Jean being infatuated with you…that’s it. College party. Mentions of alcohol, making out, drunkenness, slight stalking.

You were someone who kept to yourself often, not in the sense that you were particularly shy, but it was more so you liked to keep your circle of friends small. It kept your friendships easy to manage, and easy to keep up with. But for your childhood best friend Sasha, that was not the case, what so ever.

Queenie had friends, acquaintances, and plugs, EVERYWHERE.

You and Sasha only got to see each other every once in a while when she was able to come home, due to the fact that she moved away and was enrolled at SSU (Shiganshina University). Meanwhile you, because of some money issues, along with a sprinkle of poorly made decisions in Highschool went straight into Community College after graduating.

The distance was never a problem though, you guys would call each other all the time. And she would keep you up to date on all the crazy things she would be doing, along with all the friends she had made.

Always talking about the same three dudes Connie, Marco, and Jean. Whom she quickly befriended in one of her communications classes.

When you had told her you were going to be able to transfer early, and be enrolled into SSU, she absolutely flipped. So thrilled that her best friend would be able to join and experience all the craziness with her. Talking up and down about how you're going to fit in great with her newfound friends.

You enjoyed hearing all the insane things that she did with them. And more than anything, loved how clearly happy they seemed to make her. As well as how well they treated Sasha (having been skeptical of three guys and their intentions with your best friend). Those feelings quickly being put to rest after Sasha's dozens of stories of them and their many escapades in which they've had to take care of Sasha after one too many drinks.

Learning all of their names and all of their quirks came easy with how much she was around them, and how much she talked of them with you.

Watching from a distance you were able to see some of those moments she would gush about, play out due to Sasha posting on her social medias. Whether it be pictures on Instagram, or videos she would share on her private story on Snapchat.

From those small snip bits that she would share though, someone always seemed to catch your eye. The tall, lean, hot headed one, with the ash brown mullet, always yelling at Sasha and Connie in her snaps.

Jean. Your best friend said his name was.

Sasha talked about the three guys all of the time, and from what she would tell you about Jean, he seemed like a cool guy.

An art major, on the Uni Lacrosse team, who was hot-headed, hilarious, and spontaneous. Stoic exterior but has a heart of gold on the inside…well at least from what you heard from Sasha. Though you didn't know him personally, you had a slight interest to him already.

But what you didn’t know was that slight interest went both ways.

Sasha talked about you ALL. THE. TIME. Not that the boys minded, it was cool to them that she had a loyal best friend, who has stuck around through all of her phases, through all of the years, like you. And as her best friends it clearly meant a lot to Sasha for them to know about you.

And when she did talk of you, she spoke of you, holding you in such high regards. Talking about how hilarious you were, or about how you were one of the most down to earth and genuine people she knew. Hearing how great of a person you were through Sasha, along with the memories she shared, made Jean’s interest in you pique.

Jean felt like he knew you personally with how much he had heard about you. When he and Sasha became friends, he had only ever seen a few old picture of you two, which was from when you guys graduated highschool and some from Sasha’s 18th birthday on her instagram. But other than that not much else, and even if he did want to just check your profile, for science of course, you were private.

And he felt it would be odd and cause a stir of him to ask Sasha to look at her profile, especially since Connie and Marco didn't have such an interest in you to go out of their ways to do the same. Jean felt it would arise questions, which he would much rather dodge rather than succumbing to his own curiosity.

Until Sasha had come back after break from home, and showed him, Connie, and Marco a video of you cussing out, and roasting the shit out of a man. Who was unsolicitedly hitting on another one of your good friends, and making her uncomfortable. Taken when you guys were out, celebrating your birthday at a bar in your guys' hometown.

And for some reason that video had him hooked. From your witty and cunning remarks to the pervert hitting on your friend. To how beautiful you looked in the short, black, satin dress that adorned your body perfectly. Along with how attractive it was that you were so protective of your friends.

And from the pictures Sasha posted from that night of you guys afterwards??? Good lord, Jean went on a little bit of an adventure looking through your instagram account and your pictures after seeing you changed your account to a public one afterwards.

To have a more clear face to put to the person he had heard of so often made him all the more curious to meet you in person. Especially after Sash had finally told him and the other guys that you would be transferring soon.

When you had managed to move into your own small studio apartment just a walk away from the university, Sasha was there already to help you unpack and decorate.

"Give me one reason right now, as to why I SHOULDN’T gauge your eyes out." Sasha holds up an old picture in a plain white frame, from you both on your eighth grade promotion, holding up your diplomas, arms around each other's shoulders. Sasha unfortunately in the picture caught mid sneeze, with you smiling big and bright under her arm.

"It's the only picture I have from that day." You laugh, rolling your eyes at her. Wiping excess dust on the back of your jeans, from the boxes you carried, watching her fake gagging at the precious momento.

"So its your first night as an SSU student..." Sasha tiptoes timidly in her voice, eager to talk about anything else. Then hanging the framed picture on the naked wall. But from the tone in her voice you could tell she was going to try and convince you to do something you probably didn't want to.

"Sash-"

"NOW BEFORE YOU SHUT ME DOWN, THIS COMES WITH A SASHA MADE BREAKFAST AND DINNER INCLUDED." She is quick to cut you off before you can shut her down. You only nod at her with your arms crossed, waiting for her to continue. Slightly influenced at the offer already.

"Well...plead your case then."

"There is a party tonight that I was invited to, and..."

"And you want me to go?" You raise your eyebrow.

"IT WILL BE A DOPE PARTY I-"

"Let’s go then." You say nonchalantly, making Sasha go wide eyed and start screaming in excitement as she shook your shoulders.

From there Sasha had gone to her own apartment to get ready after helping you pick out an outfit, leaving you on your own to go through your own getting ready routine. Picking out jewelry and putting on makeup.

As you were finishing up you get a last minute text from her.

Sash👩‍❤️‍👩: IM SO SORRY BB, I HAVE TO HEAD TO THE PARTY NOW I HAVE TO CHECK ON CONNIE, MARCO SAID HE PREGAMED A LIL TOO HARD

Sash👩‍❤️‍👩: will you be okay showing up on your own? i have absolutely no problem coming back to pick you up!

After reassuring her multiple times over text, and even more over Facetime that you would be fine, you then leave your apartment on your own.

Following the gps’ directions, you eventually pull up to the packed house with blaring music coming from the inside, people scattered on the outside lawn and packed on the inside.

As you enter you smile at what was laid out before you. The craziness of college life in university was everything Sasha described it to be.

Drunken students letting loose and dancing everywhere. Cheering to more drinks as they hold up their red solo cups. People making out left and right, living every second up before the sun rises that would return them back to their stressful lives as broke college students who had unknown futures.

This aspect of college is what you weren't able to experience fresh out of highschool due to going to a CC. Seeing Sasha get to experience it all and have fun doing it made you so happy for her. But you couldn’t help but feel as if you were missing out on a crucial part of what life is supposed to be as a young adult. And to just stand in the middle of it made it all so real and raw, this was definitely an experience that has been missing all along.

You were so caught up in everything happening around you, that you couldn't feel someone’s eyes burning into your presence from afar.

As soon as you entered the front door, you caught Jean's eye immediately.

The chaos of the party and the people around him subsided. The alcohol clouding his judgement having him buzzed had disappeared, and the sight of you sobered him up immediately. You were really here in the flesh. And looked as beautiful as ever, starry eyed wonder and excitement filling your aura and the space you took up as you were people watching. It only made him hope to be able to catch your attention.

When you had began to weave your way through people, Jean's feet that had him stuck just watching you, immediately uprooted from his place to follow you.

As you were making your way through the house, which was seemingly so much bigger than it looked on the outside, trying to the best of your ability to look for Sasha, you see that you had only reached another dead end.

When you turn around to retrace your steps, your face is immediately met with a warm and hard surface. Your senses begin to be flooded with scents of vanilla, spicy sandalwood, and a note of beer. With hot hands meeting you at your elbows, to steady you from tripping.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry." You say quickly, without taking into account the stranger who you had just ran into. Just as your about to continue your search for Sasha, you feel that the stranger doesn't let you go right away.

Craning your head upwards, you’re met with the eyes of you had just ran into. Taking in light brown orbs with gold inflects of a tall stranger that you immediately recognize to unmistakably be, Jean.

"No that was my bad, are you okay?" He begins searching your eyes genuinely. When his hands drop from your elbows, you relish in whatever warmth was left.

"Oh no I'm alright, are you good?" You ask in return, looking right into his bright eyes, taking note of his beautifully long dark brown lashes. Not at all noticing the tint of pink painting his nose, or how red his ears were turning.

For a moment he doesn't even answer, he just shamelessly looks at you. The buzz giving him more confidence than he would like to admit. Taking in your features, noting in his head how the videos Sasha had shown of you doesn't do nearly as much justice to how breathtaking you are in person. Every picture he had seen of you didn’t capture the amount of beauty you held right in front of him, in this moment.

His eyes travel down your body, looking at how your outfit and your style complimented your figure perfectly. Or how your hair falls and frames your face perfectly, tempting him for a second to reach out and tuck the stray piece behind your ear.

And for a split second you do the same as well, taking note of his perfectly messy mullet, to the silver chain that adorned his neck, and the variety of silver rings, and earrings on his hands and ears. Bringing his outfit of a tight white shirt, and clean cut, black collared Carthartt jacket together. Although the jacket is slightly bigger, you can tell right away how well built he was. From his broad shoulders, or his chest puffing out from his white shirt.

Damn those videos and pictures of him really don't do him justice to him in person.

As you both stand in the middle of the uncrowded hallway, you completely forget where you are and what you were here for. With the lights going into a blur, the loud music fading out, and the only thing you can focus on was him. Almost as if your attention to him was keeping a grip on you to the floor beneath you instead of gravity. And for a split second looking into his fiery eyes, you swear he felt the same?

"I-I'm-" You stutter, trying to rid yourself of the warmth, and the butterflies flooding your stomach. But before you could even collect your words—

"You're Y/N." He finishes your shy introduction for you, revealing his perfectly aligned teeth in a smirk. Noticing your cheeks begin to blush hues of red. In return making him nervous, he then reaches his hand clumsily out to you to shake.

“I’m—” Taking his much larger hand into yours, with his slender fingers wrapping around your hand. Feeling a variety of rings graze the inside of your palm.

“Jean…” You finish his introduction, as he did you. Which now it was his turn to be shy..so you knew about him too? Just as he was about to speak again, you’re both knocked out of your daze. Literally.

“AGHHH YOU’RE HEREEE!!” Sasha tugs you into a tight embrace, as if she didn’t just see you over two hours ago. The force of her hug making you and Jean let go of each other’s hands. With two tall figures at her side watching her excitement with fond smiles on their faces. One of them then stepping forward after Sash had finally let you go.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, I’m Marco.” The tall freckled cutie in the cream t-shirt and brown flannel speaks up. Then stepping forward bashfully, reaching out to shake your hand gently.

As you finish shaking his hand, you avert your attention to the slightly shorter male. Orange fisherman beaning on his head, with a slightly outgrown fade peaking from underneath, wearing an army green crew neck, and silver chain and studs. Whom you immediately recognize to be Sasha’s accomplice.

“You didn’t tell me she was THIS fine in person Sash.” Connie shamelessly checks you out, which earns him a flick to his forehead from Sasha. And a smack upside the back of his head from Jean. Making Marco laugh behind you. While you giggle as well watching the group dynamic.

“WELL seems like you and Jean met already.” Your best friend grins, glad to see that both and Jean seemed to have gotten off on the right foot already. Making you and the semi-stranger look back at each other. Zoning in on him again, as he does you. Exchanging small smiles and nods.

“Well I hope he didn’t annoy you, or leave a bad impression.” Sasha cuts the tension once more unknowingly. Making Jean feel slightly more embarrassed with her choice of words.

“Yeah he can be a bit of an ass sometimes Y/N, so you just gotta be prepared for that.” Connie adds on, just to get a rise out of Jean. Then receiving a glare from him, and a snort out of Marco.

“I swear you two—” Jean despite his flustered state, was still ready to chew out his two knuckle head friends by instinct, before getting cut off.

“I mean he did kind of save me from tripping and eating shit at my first college party so, I’d say he’s alright.” You speak out with a small nod, making Jean’s eyes soften and his voice go quiet, as his full attention reverts to you. His once furrowed brows now relaxed with an airy chuckle coming out. He scratches the back of his neck before hitting you back with a response.

“Well you are pretty “alright” yourself.” Jean retorts, quoting you with his finger quotation marks. Careless and relaxed expression on his face as he only focuses on you. Not breaking eye contact even for a second or letting his smile fall from his face.

His three best friends are quick to take note at how Jean’s demeanor changed at your voice and within your little exchange.

Sasha though being a woman for one, and both of your best friends for two, was able to read you both immediately. Your small shy nods, the way your voice hitched up a small pitch signaling that you were nervous. Jean, trying his best to not look like he had a stick up his ass, the way he scratched his neck.

Of course it could just be coincidence, but Sasha and her bestie intuition never fails.

“Let’s go back I heard they’re about to do beer pong.” Sasha exclaims as she loops her arm with your own, walking before the boys down the hall. Trying to snatch you away in hopes of a bit of debriefing.

Jean is about to catch up, before Marco and Connie pull him back, both giving him knowing looks. He only answers with furrowed brows, waiting for his friends to answer as to why they’re holding him up.

“…you think she’s cute huh.” Connie teases, poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek, with his arms crossed to his chest. Marco knowing his best friend well enough, doesn’t even need to say anything to know that Connie wasn’t far off the mark.

“W-What? The hell are you two talking about? We barely just met her.” Jean very quickly responds. Defensive in his tone, a little TOO defensive if you ask. Marco only lets out a small chuckle through his nose because his best friend’s response only proved the theory correct.

“She’s just a friend of a friend. You both are on one. seriously.” Jean pushes past his best friends, quick to brush them off and leave this interrogation behind. All to prevent getting pressed any further with any other RIDICULOUS accusations.

Marco and Connie stand in the hall watching their friend stock off and rush downstairs. Looking back at each other, they both laugh as they haven’t seen Jean act this way in a while.

But really Jean was also trying to do anything to avoid his red ears being seen. As well as get his loudly thumping heart out of earshot from anyone. Swearing that the pounding in his ears from his heart would be able to be heard outwardly by anyone with ears.

You were just a friend of a friend. He had barely just met you in person for the first time. And yet here he was running off at the first signs of being caught in the act of crushing like a school kid.

#aot modern au #attack on titan headcanons #savkirschtein #aot college au #jean x reader #jean imagines #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #connie springer #sasha braus #marco bodt #aot fluff #aot imagines #aot x reader

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