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kleoyeager78 · 3 months

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10 things I hate about you | 18

“Y/n I thought we were meeting after school, you miss me already?” Eren said trying to be funny but with the way you were breaking down you couldn’t even care,

“What’s wrong with her?” He asked Connie and Sasha but they both said they didn’t know.

He took a single look at you and sighed, “as much as I want to make fun of you I also want to smoke and don’t really want you in my presence” he grabbed your hand and pulled you up, “Let’s go”

He wasn’t being rough but when you tried to pull your hand away his grip tightened, “don’t we have P.E right now?” He asked looking at you and you nodded,

You figured he would take you to the field and stop there but no he began to look for something….someone.

And when he heard a loud commotion and saw a crowd he knew just where to find them,

Just as he thought, when he went to go look at what the rest of the crowd was looking at he saw just the girl he was looking for, Annie. She was cursing the girls who had tried to pick on you out and she was definitely going to get physical but Reiner and bertholdt were in the middle trying to diffuse the situation for whatever reason,

“I guess that’s why I beat them to the smoke session” Eren whispered to himself,

He still was holding your hand and you were too focused on the fight to pull away, you wanted to run and help Annie but you were embarrassed,

“What if she said something about my home life to all these people for trying to get in it?” You thought to yourself, you unconsciously let out a whining noise grabbing Erens attention,

“What started all this?” He asked you

“I-I-me” you looked at the ground embarrassed. You were the problem. You were getting Annie in trouble constantly and everyone knew it especially Annie but she wouldn’t let you be alone.

“What the hell did you do to make Annie wanna do more than say a few harsh words to someone? She looks like she’s ready to go all out,”

Soon you seen Sasha and Connie come running to the field. You guessed it was because their entire friend group didn’t show up because they were all outside watching Annie.

Your stomach rumbled due to anxiety and you tried to run away but Eren noticed and grabbed you, “fix this. If P.E ends and I don’t get to have a weed session your life is going to be hell” Eren said pushing me into the crowd,

“The way it already is” you said to yourself making your way to Annie,

when you got close to Annie you tried to form a sentence, “I um well, it’s okay” you got shy and everyone basically shut up, “yeah okay, it’s okay” was all you could say, and everyone looked at you wondering were you out of your mind

Abigail took it upon herself to make a snarky remark again, “don’t get involved y/n I don’t want you to get in trouble at home” she said loud enough for most people to hear her, and laughed. At this point Annie saw red and started yelling once again, you could tell bertholdt was nervous because he was sweating and he knew he couldn’t hold Annie for much longer,

You wanted to backup in a corner but you knew Eren would make life worse than it already was if you did so you opted to try and talk things out although all of what you said was mumbled because you had too much anxiety to talk clearly,

“Annie please don’t fight it’s not worth it” you mumbled, “she’s a bad person. They all are. We can just go home now and spend the weekend together. Listen to music on the way maybe? Maybe we can just run away and go to a different school that would be nice, I hope she didn’t say anything to you. If she did I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I was embarrassed. I hate home. I don’t want to go there. Let's go to your house and talk this out, or we can talk about something else if that’s what you prefer, I know that’s what I prefer. Please stop” you were mumbling to the point you sounded like a mouse and no one could understand you, you were mixing unconscious and conscious thoughts together and weren’t making any sense and tears rolled down your cheeks, “I wish someone else was doing this, this is so embarrassing” you chuckled to yourself you knew you had already embarrassed yourself, All eyes were on you and you mumbled your ass off, what was the harm in laughing?

Just then it started to rain and everyone ran inside except for you and Annie but you couldn’t even look at Annie. You began to walk near a bench and sat down with your knees to your chest and cried, “I’m sorry” you cried you couldn’t help but shake, maybe you were cold? Maybe you were just tired, tired from barely getting sleep? Tired of living? Probably both,

“Don’t b-“ she started to talk but you interrupted her,

“I’m so fucking tired Annie, I don’t want this anymore I can’t I-“

Annie, who was standing right infront of you, kneeled down and put her forehead against yours, “don’t you dare say you can’t do this when we both know you can. It's September, wait until July to give up on me at least. Let’s make it through high school okay?”

You only cried harder. You weren’t capable of making such a statement nor a promise like that you begin to get up and walk away,

You couldn’t take such a pain,

You got humiliated every day but the fact the whole school would probably know about your home situation destroyed you.

You didn’t know where you were going but you didn’t care, you walked out of your schools gates and kept walking,

You believed school was better than home but after today you weren’t sure. You just knew Abigail would spread rumors around and that made you nauseous, you found a trash can and threw up

You began crying and you just wanted everything to stop. You wanted everyone to stop hurting you.

As you were walking, you lost track of time and the rain had long stopped but you didn’t even realize until you saw a text from someone,

Unknown: I left school early. Can you come to my house for the project now? I have something to do later,

It clicked to me fast who this was so I replied and then went to save his contact since this was the first time he texted me after I gave him my number 2 weeks ago.

Y/n: sure send me the address.

He sent it to me and I begin to make my way home to change into dry clothes since my dad wouldn’t be home,

After I took a shower and changed I got another text from Eren,

Eren: you’re taking forever, do you want me to come get you?

I sighed at him rushing me but I knew I would be long and didn’t tell him so I couldn’t be upset, and also my moms car had also broken down on me so I knew I would have to walk which would take even longer, so I decided to take him up on his offer and just sent him my address

A few minutes later he showed up and I got in the car,

It was still raining a bit but not too much, “we aren’t going to my house” he randomly blurted. “I changed my mind. I think it would be beneficial for the assignment if we stopped the planned meet ups since all we ever do is stare at each other. Instead we should just do things we each like doing and maybe we’ll learn a bit more about one another?” He said actually making sense,

“That’s a really good idea” I said shifting in my seat, starting to feel a bit uncomfortable being in such a closed space alone with him right now, “so where are we going?”

“Just the park to smoke with my friends and some randoms” . His plans didn’t really sit well with me after what happened today. I didn't want to be around people and it was obvious that I was uncomfortable, my face said it all.

He looked over to me and scoffed, “Listen I don’t want to hang out with you either but my friends wanted to hangout now and because I actually care about my grades I was able to put together a pretty good solution on how to compromise.”

“C-can you please just take me home? I can’t do this right now we can just reschedule” my voice started cracking and that seemed to only annoy him,

“We are already here” he parked the car and unbuckled his seatbelt

When we met up with his group I was at least relieved to see Armin, He gave me a smile as we waited for everyone else,

I also saw Historia and she sent me a look of disgust but it didn’t bother me since that’s all she ever did,

Connie pulled up in his car with Sasha, Jean and Marco.

I quickly went next to Armin hoping I could just stay beside him the whole time since I wouldn’t have to worry about being uncomfortable,

I noticed Connie and Sasha looking at me as they got out the car and I got a bit nervous because of the way they seen me earlier but they didn’t bring it up and neither did I,

“Did Eren make you come?” Armin suddenly asked me and I nodded, “I told him not to. After today I didn’t think you had enough social battery to be around people” he said concerned,

“You’re really good at reading people, Armin” I sent him a tiny smile.

“Y’all are so cute. I’m kinda shipping this” Eren came over to us with a blunt in his hand. He lit it in front of us and took a hit. “You want some?” He looked at me and I shook my head telling him I didn’t,

Armin and I were used to him saying stuff like this and lately I’ve been training myself not to be such a crybaby over small remarks like that.

Historia walked over to us to be with Eren and I could tell she was going to say something rude, “what are yall talking about?” She asked Eren glaring at me,

“I was just saying how I ship y/n and Armin aren’t they cute” he took another hit,

“Well I think Armin could’ve done better” she said looking me up and down making me self conscious,

“I said the same but it’ll grown on you” Eren chuckled,

Armin noticed I was letting Historia get to me and held my hand rubbing it gently. Not even caring that he was only adding to the dating allegations, “do you want to go sit on the swings?” Armin asked me and I nodded. We walked over to them and sat down.

“I’m sorry for touching your hand. It’s just I noticed that you were getting overwhelmed and that’s what Annie does for you,” he said smiling at me,

I smiled back, “how do you know that?”

“I see her do it all the time when someone says something negative to you, although I think it’s more for her to calm herself down I noticed it helped you as well”

“Wow, Armin. I never met someone who was so aware” you chuckled.

“Thanks y/n. You can let me know when you want to leave. I can walk you home!”

“Thank you! But I’ll just go home with Eren, I’m here to observe his behavior after all!”

Suddenly a ball hit Armin in the face knocking him off the swing, “ARMINN”

Reiner walked over and helped me help him up, “sorry man”

“It’s okay” Armin rubbed his nose and eye,

I didn’t know Eren was behind me until I heard laughter, “Reiner, how did your dumbass manage to get the ball near Armin if you were supposed to be throwing the opposite direction? I bet you were trying to impress y/n”

Reiner looked embarrassed and I was a bit mad, “don’t hurt your friend trying to impress me. Come on Armin let’s walk to the store and get you a cold water bottle” I said taking Armins hand that wasn’t on his face and walking off,

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Reiner whispered in defeat as he set on the swing, “why doesn’t she like me Eren?” Eren sat next to him in the other swing, “well let’s see, you’re friends with me, you’re way too horny and way too cocky. A girl like y/n doesn’t want to hear that her ass looks good 24/7 because she’ll end up thinking that’s all you care about, maybe if you gave her a genuine compliment that had something to do with the neck and up or just her personality she’d like you more,

“Wow” Reiner looked up from the ground and looked at Eren, “That advice was actually good, where did you get that from?”

“It’s some shit zeke told me that I’ll never use, he likes those types of girls, so it should work for you,”

“Thanks, I’ll use it,”

Heyy I know I’m not good at updating but I missed y’all, yesterday was my 2 year anniversary of finding Attack on titan, I like that it’s a direct month after my bday, the exact day as Getos birthday and an exact week from falco and Mikasa’s ❤️ anyways I love y’all byee

For my tumblr babes should I make an official tag list for this story?

#aot fanfiction #aot x reader #aot x y/n #attack on titan #attack on titan fic #annie leonhart #armin arlert #eren x reader #eren x y/n #bully!eren

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toji-girl · 2 months

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bully | e. yeager

original ask: modern au!mean boy! eren who bullies you while blowing your back out? sold. his muscular arms cage you against the wall, “cmon, bunny, you can’t be that much of a cry baby.” he’s constantly trying to lift your skirts up, saying mean words and just being an overall bully, just to see tears on your waterline. nevermind when he makes you cry from pleasure, “oh, are those tears, bunny? for me? am i fucking your stupid little brains out that well?”

cw: 18+ only content - mdni + wrote this with me in mind but can still be read as a fem reader + bullying kink for you + mean! Eren + oh this is how I want him so bad + shameless smut + unprotected sex + creampie + begging + dacryphilia + ass slapping + finger sucking + repost + wanna write more bully! eren :(

Thinking of this so hard, bully! Eren loves to slap your ass when you walk past him in the campus cafeteria, the way you swat at his hands when he reaches back to tug on your hem with a skirt gets him going.

He can’t help but get hard when you look at him with big wet eyes begging him to back up just a little bit, and deep down he knows you love it too, the way you curl your fingers in his shirt whimpering.

When he corners you before you can get to your dorm is his absolute favorite time. “Going to scurry off in your room again, bunny?”

Your favorite nickname he calls you and all because from the time he snatched your phone and went through your gallery seeing the many selfies you took with the bunny plushie you have on your bed.

“No, I’m just doing homework.” You responded keeping your head down at the spot on your shoe that became suddenly interesting, Eren heaved a big sigh and leaned against the wall looking at you.

He hummed and smirked plucking your notebook from your hand and holding it well above what you could reach. “If you give me a kiss then you can have it back unless you’re too good for that.”

You stared at him with an open mouth only to snap it shut, this was your moment to kiss him and hope to whoever is listening that he would leave you be. Just as you were about to do it he pulled back.

“You thought I was serious? Oh, you’re so dumb.” He teased handing you your book back with a head pat and a smirk as he left you alone.

Over the past few weeks, it’s become a constant thing, Eren always teasing you about the clothes you wore, or how he would bully his way inside your dorm to tease you about the soft colors in your room.

Tears streamed down your face on one particular night when he showed up being a bit meaner than usual, you weren’t sure why but the sickest part of you enjoyed it so much it made your panties wet.

“You are such a fucking crybaby, you know that? Just wait until I mold your cunt around my dick.” His words were harsh and so were the fingers that were curling so good in your pussy.

His thumb pressed against your clit circling it tightening the ball that sat in your stomach as he had you pressed against the wall first then he moved you to your bed watching you cling to the bunny plushie.

“So cute, you have a little mini version of yourself.” He sneered as he hit your sweet spot that made your back arch grinding your ass on him like a dog in heat, but you didn’t care not when he was fingering you so well.

The wet shlicking sounds bounced off the walls as did your muffled cries when he removed his dick from his sweats before pushing your skirt higher up on your back and over your ass which he slapped again.

Once Eren is nestled deep inside you, his balls flush against you while pressing his chest on your back pushing you further into the mattress as he slid two fingers in your mouth with a grin going deeper.

“You are so cute when you cry,” He cooed kissing away the tears that wet your cheeks as he found a pace of slow thrusts that left you wanting more and he knew it by the way you whimpered and slobbered around his fingers.

You babbled something but it was hard to decipher. “I can’t hear you bunny, but you don’t need to talk, just take this dick.” He grunted picking up the pace and keeping his hands on your hips.

Eren took delight in the way you rocked back against him wanting more of him sucking on his fingers like it was another cock, and when you came he swore he saw stars feeling you milk him.

The room smelt like sex as he pumped his cum deep inside you, another little gift he thought to himself as he slowly pulled out and patted your ass. “Such a good bunny for me.”

#tw: bullying #Eren smut #Eren x reader smut #Eren Yeager smut #Eren Jeager smut #aot smut #aot x reader smut #attack on titan Eren smut #attack on titan smut #snk x reader smut #snk smut #eren x you smut #Eren x y/n smut #Eren x you smut #eren yeager smut #eren jeager smut

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idontknowwhatnametochoosee · 8 months

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Does anyone know this fic where mikasa is in love with eren and she bullies the reader because of it but eren gets the reader pregnant and mikasa goes to ask Carla for advice but Carla secretely hated mikasa😭

#eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #eren x reader #eren yeager x black reader #eren yeager #eren x y/n #eren x you #eren x black reader #eren fanfiction #anime x black!reader #aot x y/n #mikasa aot #bully mikasa

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knowyourplace-fool · 2 years

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Just thinking about mafia au w/ platonic yandere! Carla and Grisha. Carla thinks you’re a good fit for her son bcuz you’re smart, pretty, well mannered, cute (shy) ect. Plus, you’ve known eren all your life (jaeger’s are your neighbors).

She knows that Eren has a crush on you but you guys became distant (mainly Eren’s fault cuz he got along w/ popular kids). But Eren has feelings for you and starts to feel jealous when he see’s you hanging out with another guy.

Eren torments you during your last year of high school then continues on during summer break then college. He’s so afraid of losing you, so he asked his mother for advice and she said “get her pregnant so she can’t leave you.”

Eren wanted to get married first so while he was taking advantage of you, he threatened your mom’s life and told you if you don’t marry him, he’ll have her killed. You agreed and got married but you asked eren to wait a little before starting a family.

A year goes by and you’re still taking birth control. It became your main priority to not get pregnant. Eren was starting to become frustrated because the Mafia needed another heir bc after Grisha would be Eren and after Eren would be reader and Eren’s kid.

So Carla advised him to forcefully get you pregnant. She switched your pills while you guys weren’t home and told Eren to wait a couple days. You were still taking your pills, so when Eren hinted that he wanted sex, you gave in.

After he came in you 3-4 times, he told you that the birth control was switched out and you’re gonna be pregnant with his babies. You started to freak out and cry but he didn’t care and continued.

I just love the idea of platonic yandere!Carla. She will give anything just to make her son happy.

I know it’s kinda long but I love you and you’re work so much! Keep it up!!!

I love this idea sooooooo much!! Yandere Eren and Yandere!MIL!Carla are just *chef’s kiss*

-> sorry for any mistakes

-> thank you, bb! You’re so sweet and I loooove your brain❣️

-> ummm I know I disappeared but next week I’m completely free so I can write more yandere eren 😛

⚠️: NON CON, KIDNAPPING, BABY TRAPPING, nice!fem!reader x bully!jock!mafia!eren, virgin!reader, Yandere behaviour, molestation, slapping, verbal and physical abuse, dacryphilia, size kink, breeding and bondage

You were born and raised in a small town.

Everyone knew each other and for the most part, it was very safe.

You and your mother lived in a nice, quiet neighborhood.

Your mom works in the city, so most days it’s just you.

Your mother couldn’t afford to put you through school and pay the bills/rent in the city since she’s a single mother.

Your father is god knows where. You’re not even sure if he knows that he has a daughter. Your mother had never spoken about him and you figured it must be a touchy subject for her.

Since your mom was hardly around during your teenage years, the Jaeger’s (your next door neighbors) sorta took you in.

You were very close with the family since you’d grown up with their youngest, Eren.

Eren was your first friend and crush. When you guys were young children, he was friendly, brave and protective. That’s why you developed feelings for him. But as he got older, he changed. He became a total asshole and you’re very glad that you kept your feelings to yourself because now, you don’t like him at all.

His family on the other hand was great. Zeke, his older half-brother, was smart in every subject and often helped you with your homework. Carla, his mother, would always invite you over for dinner and even sewed you a summer dress because she thought you’d look gorgeous in it. His father, Grisha, was also very welcoming. He was the town’s doctor, so if you caught a cold, he’d come take care of you like you were his own.

Once you got into highschool, Eren pretended to not know you. It hurt a little, but you soon got over it after you’d made a couple of new friends. Anytime you saw Eren in the hallway, you would give him a friendly smile but he’d give you a dirty glare in return. Eren began spreading rumours about you and how you were a little obsessed with him when you were younger, and after hearing that you stop interacting with Eren completely. You even managed to slip out of doing group projects with him (which he’ll never admit out loud, but damn it hurt his heart sm).

Fast forward a bit to your sr. year of high school (at this point, both of you are 18), Eren’s behaviour took a turn for the worst. He’d notice that you’ve become friends with a sweet nerd who was in your computer class. You guys began hanging out at lunch and sometimes even outside of school. You were even comfortable enough to invite him to your home where you made dinner and watched movies together.

You began developing romantic feelings for the guy but before you could confess, Jaeger stood in the way. The both of you were cuddled up on your couch until the doorbell rang. You got up, thinking that it was your mom but when you opened the door, it was a sweaty Eren with a stern look on his face. It looked like he’d come back from football practice, but what the hell was he doing at your house?

“Eren, is there something wro-”

“Whose fucking car is parked on your driveway?”

When you don’t respond right away, Eren invites himself in while you quickly follow behind. “Eren! Eren, what’re you doing?” You wished you would’ve listened to your guts that were screaming at you to stop him but you didn’t, and you watched Eren beat the crap out of your crush. Your crush ran out and jumped into his car, not looking back. Now it was just you and him alone.

“So this is what you do when your mother’s not home? When your mother’s in the city, working her fucking ass off, you bring boys home to whore around? Fucking disgusting, Y/N. If I was your mother, I would be ashamed and embarrassed. You low life, fucking whore.”

You broke out into tears and bowed your head in shame. You didn’t even do anything with the boy, yet Eren’s words got to your core and made you feel sick to your stomach. He walked out of the house and things haven’t been the same between you guys. Eren became ruthless towards you. Before, it was verbal bullying but now it was turning physical. Eren decided it would be fun to push you into the lockers or trip you down the stairs, or pour water on you during lunch. Things started to spiral out of control fast and you couldn’t wrap your head around it.

Suddenly, Eren sits next to you in every class you have with him. Whether you’re in the front or back of the class, he moves close to you, wraps his arm around you so that he could fondle with your breast, while his other hand worked it’s way under your skirt.

It continued on like this until you graduated. Summer break rolled around, you’re afraid to leave your house because of Eren. There’s a gentle knock on the door — so gentle that you’re convinced it’s your mother. However, when you open the door you’re shoved to the ground and you hear the door lock. “Eren? Hey, what are you-” he proceeded to drag you to your room, where he ripped your panties off, does the bare minimum foreplay and shoved his thick cock into your virgin cunt. He hand slap onto your mouth like tape, muffling your cries and screams that were turning him on. “Tch, so you really were a virgin.”

You sobbed against his palm and tried to wiggle out, but Eren’s grip was tight. Both of your wrist were pinned down on the mattress by one of his hands while the other pressed down on your mouth, making it hard to breathe. The rest of your body was no match against Eren’s much bigger and stronger body. The sound of his heavy balls clapping against your ass and the bed creaking filled the room, as well of his low grunts and your squealing. As much as he would’ve liked to stay and cuddle, he had plans with Armin to play video games so he left a $50 bill for the after pill and took off. You remained on the ledge of the bed, shaking and crying while he cum flowed out of you.

Unfortunately, this becomes a routine for Eren. Except now, he was providing you money for birth control. No matter how much you beg or plea, he always gets his way. You feel disgusted afterwards and swear that you’ll do something about this, but the straight truth is, you can’t. Eren’s father is the only doctor in town. Eren could easily slip out of the accusations with the help of his father. You and your mother are already struggling financially, so there’s no way you could afford a lawyer. You just have to keep your mouth shut and take it until he gets bored of you.

Which never happens. Soon after first semester starts, Eren forcefully slides a ring on your finger. You’re then taken to a office where marriage papers are presented. You’re shaking while holding the pen so Eren guides your hand to do your signature. All you could think about was the night before and how Eren took advantage of your sore state and threatened to kill your mother if you didn’t marry him. He described the gruesome way he’d kill her and you poor, little ears couldn’t take it anymore so you agreed. Now, you’re officially a Jaeger.

You somehow convinced Eren to not have kids yet. You thought it was because he was pitying you or JUST MAYBE was being understanding that pregnancy is hard on a women’s body, but no. He didn’t want to have kids just yet because he wanted to fuck you over and over before filling you up with his children. However, after your one year anniversary, he wanted to try.

His mother advised him to get you pregnant as soon as possible so you couldn’t leave him. This opened up a whole new light for Eren and he’s grateful to have a mother who understands him and his desires. Having children with you would bond you to him for life. No matter how much you run, or if you file for divorce, it won’t change the fact that he’s came inside of you and at one point you were swelled up with his baby in your stomach. This image of you carrying his baby, all knocked up just for him drove him crazy.

Carla helped Eren out a bit. She bought pills that looked similar to birth control, but were actually vitamins. She told Eren to switch your pills out and wait a couple days so that you have a higher chance of getting pregnant.

Eren did just that, and surprise surprise, it worked perfectly. You took your pills without looking twice at it. About a week later, Eren insinuated that he wanted to have sex and you simply complied.

It was rough (like usual) except when he was finally close to cumming, he began mumbling in your ear about how pretty your gonna look, all round and swollen with his baby growing in your womb. He continued rambling about how you were going to be the greatest mom and he’s gonna be the greatest dad, and that both of you are meant for each other.

He then attacked your neck, placing hickeys all around while you freaked out in his embrace, begging him to stop and questioning him about what he means by “knock you up.” You were on birth control, he’s out of his mind, you thought.

Oh boy, we’re you wrong. Third round rolls around, you’re overstimulated and crying at this point while Eren continues to pleasure himself only. His cum is leaking out of you, dripping onto the floor, however Eren didn’t think it was enough.

Rounds after rounds of having sex (and you passing out here and there) he cums in you one last time, whispering right in your ear about how he changed your birth control to dupes and now you’re surely gonna be pregnant with his baby

You broke down crying, unsure on what to do or rather, what can you do?

Eren baby trapped you and now is training your little one to be the next leader, just like his father did to him

And don’t think that Eren will only get one kid out of you

Carla and Grisha will be on babysitting duty while you and Eren are on baby making duty (even though you don’t want it)

But you really don’t have a choice because no one goes against Eren Yeager

#tw: dark fic #tw: noncon #eren jaeger smut #eren smut #eren yeager smut #yandere aot #yandere eren #aot smut #attack on titan smut #eren yandere #bully eren #possessive eren #eren x reader smut #eren x fem!reader #omg I forgot about this in my draft😭😭#but heyyy I’ll try to b more active

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lilyundertaker · 2 years

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April bullies day 19 - The Blame

Pairing: Yandere! Eren x reader, bully!Eren x reader; Genre: Highscool AU, smut, one-shot, Angst, Darkfic; Warnings: 18+, Non con/Dub con, death, extreme bullying, physical violence, beatings, violent Eren, attemped suicide, vaginal penetration, anal, overstimulation, orgasm denial, oral (both receiving), suicide attempt, humiliation, blowjobs, cunilingus, breeding kink, mentions of murder, orgasm denial; Synopsis: On a rainy day you call Eren's parents to pick you up from school, but unfortunately they get into a car crash, resulting in both of them dieing as well as Mikasa and Armin, who were in the car too. Eren blames you for the tragedy and decides to make your life so miserable that you'll be craving death; Note: this is an extremely dark fic, so pls be warned. I don't support the actions done in this fic and the actions taken in this work are merely that - a fiction. For some time I've been thinking on adding Eren to this event, but I was super surprised, when I finished it and I could never imagine this turn of events. But anyways, hope yall enjoy it!

You and Eren had been childhood sweethearts ever since the two of you were five years old. Back at those times you coaxed him into an imaginary wedding, making a promise of eternal love. Eren was somewhat shy about it, but he acted along (he wouldn’t kiss you though, so you had to have enough by kissing his cheek).

There was barely a time when you weren’t hanging out with Eren, his adoptive sister Mikasa and their friend Armin, who also became your friend. You all would grow up together and attended the very same school even till now. But unlike your friends, you had been an orphan most of your life, and once you learned that you were born out of a single hook up between your father and some prostitute, you didn’t even want to look for them. Luckily you supposed father had learned about your whereabouts and would send you a nice sum of money every month.

The perfect fantasy world for you was broken again when on a rainy day you called Grisha to pick you up from school, since it was pouring a lot outside. That was a huge mistake. Not that you could’ve known that things would turn out this way. You were waiting for a long time, an hour, perhaps even more and tried to call Grisha again, but the line was dead. Only once you got to Eren’s doorstep did you learn that both his father and mother had died in a car crash. And what’s worse – Armin and Mikasa were in that car as well since Carla invited them over so that all of you could have a fun time together.

Eren was beyond devastated and so were Jean and Annie, who were together with Mikasa and Armin respectively. The whole situation was made even worse, when you learned that you had the final exam exactly on the funeral day, and despite the teacher allowing you to retake it in summer, you declined, not wanting to mess up your academic record even more (the tragedy had a harsh impact on both yours and Erens grades). You tried to contact Eren after that, but he wouldn’t answer your calls, nor when you knocked on his door, finding it locked and all the curtains shut.

Around a month later Eren reappeared in school again, only this time he seemed a lot bigger in a way. You took notice of his strong muscular arms, his beautiful jawline, his long hair tied up in a manbun and his wide shoulders. He seemed to have grown immensely during a span of this one month.

On the very first day he ignored you completely and the same went for the most part of the second day. You found it somehow reasonable, thinking that he was mad because you didn’t attend the funeral, so instead of bothering him with your approach, you left him be. You were taken aback when he decided to approach you instead at an empty hallway, but the feeling of excitement disappeared as soon as his fist connected with your cheek and you fell back to the floor, scraping your side in the process.

“Eren, what are-” he kicked you straight in your stomach and landed another kick to your ribs. He slapped you across the face just as you were trying to speak again and split your lip in the process. By the time he was done you had gone unconscious, and he left you on the floor right where you were. That was only the beginning.

Thinking that he was still frustrated about what happened you let this slide and told the nurse that you couldn’t recall who was it that did these things to you. But after that it only got worse.

Seeing how inconvenient it would be to deal with you in school, Eren decided to beat you on your way home, dragging you in empty alleyways and fucking you up real bad, all the while spitting insults at you. “You damn bitch! It should’ve been you who died instead of them”. He openly threatened to kill you off due to his connections with the famed Ackerman family, who bred seasoned assassins. Though you were more afraid when he threatened to kill your friends as well unless you’d cooperate into taking these beatings.

In merely three days you were beaten up so bad that part of your face was swollen, whilst the other one was beaten black. Your body was covered in cuts and awfully painful bruises. It was as if you had been hit by a truck and the first thing you did was call in for being sick, so that you wouldn’t show up to school like this. Partially you hoped that Eren wouldn’t come to your hopes, but you were damn wrong. He practically kicked open the door and found you shivering on the couch. “Fuck. You look so ugly that an old man wouldn’t even fuck your disgusting ass!” he spat grabbing you by the hair. “You better look pretty by the end of the weak or I’ll kick your skull inwards.”

You were relieved that something came up and Eren wouldn’t bother you even during the weekend, or so Jean told you via text message. It was clear to you that Jean wasn’t very fond of you as well since he had deeply loved Mikasa, but in a sense you felt that he saw Eren’s actions as going way too far.

The swell went away, but your other eye still held the disgusting dark purplish color, which you managed to cover up with makeup.

On Monday Eren forced you into a janitor’s closet. “Since another beating would break your bones, how about you give me your mouth instead?” he said, already unzipping his pants and taking out his cock to smack you in the face with it. It was unnecessary to tell you more as you obediently took his cock in your mouth and began sucking him off. “Yeah, that’s right you fucking whore. Take it deep in that bitch throat of yours or I’ll gouge your fucking eyes out with it.”

You felt sick to your stomach and were gagging like crazy, having no previous experience of such things. When he pulled you against his pelvis you were afraid of passing out. You couldn’t breathe as he pinched you nose closed and came straight in your mouth. He was pulling his pants back on whilst you nearly threw up with all the amount of his sperm that was coming out of your mouth and nose.

For the rest of the weak he’d use your mouth in the darkness of the janitor’s closet as according to him you were too ugly to look on. Not that you could complain much as it wasn’t as painful as getting beaten by him. In fact, just as that week passed and he beated you up all over again and you were begging to suck him off, clawing at his trouser and calling yourself a cock-hungry slut, just for the sake of keeping what’s left of your body intact. If trading your dignity for your body was the price the so be it. Your dignity was pretty much nonexistent now anyways.

To make things worse, Eren threw a party at your house, inviting every single person he knew and proclaiming that you were celebrating a breakup with your toxic ex, who had beaten you, but now you were finally free of him. How ironic that the very same night you were giving him head at your study while some of his drunk friends were cheering you up. You hadn’t drunk a single drop of alcohol, so all of this was harder to stomach.

After that he dragged you to your own bedroom and threw you onto the bed before locking the door. “Now, let’s get this shit really started Y/n!” he said drunkenly and stumbled to you. Your clothes were ripped off in a pile of ribbons. You were crying as he took off his own clothes before he pounced on you. There was no preparation, your virgin walls were dry. The only relief might be his leaking pre, but that didn’t make the situation much better, considering that you weren’t using any pills.

Eren thrusted inside of you in one hard go, nearly crushing you under his weight. Your discomfort was shown by the loud screams that came out of your mouth, clawing at him to pry him off, but he didn’t budge, as if he didn’t feel how you tore his skin with your nails. His grunts and your shrieks were unheard by the people downstairs due to the booming music that vibrated against every corner of your house.

“Eren please stop. I’m begging you.” Your pleas landed on deaf ears as the male on top of you increased his speed, fully focusing on his own pleasure. His cock was spearing its way through the tight rings of your hole, making him use more energy to thrust himself in as deep as possible. One of his hands fondled your breast while the other was placed near your head for balance.

“Why Y/n? Why would you do this?” Eren whispered in your ear with a pang of sorrow in his voice. You could not guess your wrongdoing, but you got the feeling that he wasn’t mad because you didn’t come to the funeral or called his dad to pick you up. No. This was something deeper, something you had missed and had no way of guessing.

You were shocked when Eren leaned down to plant a wet kiss on your lips, his tongue invading your mouth and playing with your own tongue. It was hard for you to admit that any part of this felt good, but his kiss made your body shiver with adrenalin. Your cheeks were heated up and you felt wetness slipping out of yourself. Shortly his thrusts made wet sounds that you found more embarrassing than enjoying the tongue play.

Eren released your mouth and held himself tight to your body. He was close and you felt it with all of your being. “Eren!” you said a bit loudly “Eren!” it seemed that no matter how many times you’d call, he wouldn’t snap out of it anyways. “Eren pull out!” you shouted as loud as you could, but this only made him tighten around you more. “Eren I don’t want to get pregnant, please pull out!” you were crying hysterically at this point, not that it would help.

With one final thrust he released his seed inside of your womb, emptying his balls in you and holding his cock in for the following five minutes. Not that he meant to, but he rather seemed to have disconnected from reality as all he could do was pant heavily and kiss your forehead once he was done. As he dressed up and looked back at your crying form, he felt disgusted, not with himself but with you. “I was right, you truly are a whore.” He spat at you and left.

That night you wouldn’t sleep and by early morning everyone had left. You hadn’t moved a muscle, laying down the whole night in a puddle of your and Eren’s mixed juices. It was as if nothing bothered you anymore because you couldn’t fall any lower than this.

Around lunchtime you finally got up and went to look for your phone. You didn’t bother reading any messages or voicemails, but you were fixated on sending a message to the very same person who raped you the previous night – I hope ur satisfied for life now, cause you won’t be seeing me ever again; you sent the message and got straight to the bathroom to pour yourself a hot bath. As the water filled the space you found a razor blade behind your mirror, climbing into the bath as the water continued to pour in it. Even if you would have chosen life, you had been humiliated in front of Eren’s friends, who most likely thought of you as a cock-hungry slut.

For a moment you closed your eyes, gripping the razor blade between two fingers, rethinking how your life had turned out this way. “Fuck it!” you cursed and slashed over your wrists, screaming from the pain, anger, sadness, and sorrows. The water was turning red quickly, so quickly in fact that you couldn’t take notice on how big portion of the bath had colored itself thanks to your blurry vision. The sleepless night forced you to close your eyes and allow yourself to drift away from this nightmare your life had turned into.

Once you opened your eyes again you saw white all over as far as your sight could go. But instead of the white of paradise you were faced with the white of a hospital room. And what’s worse – Eren was sitting besides you on a chair, his head rested against his fist.

This can’t be real, this can’t…you began sobbing, thinking that your hell would continue. Eren seemed to have noticed your quiet sniffles as he woke up and looked at you, his eyes having heavy bags under them. “You’re awake. Good.” He said flatly.

You were ready to rise up from the bed and slap him across the face, but you were too weak to even sit up. And as if mocking you, Eren put a larger pillow behind your back, so you’d be able to sit up properly.

“Why? Why did you intervene? Haven’t you done enough damage already?” That is when Eren finally spilled the beans. About how it was your father who had caused the car crash and him thinking you to be involved in it. He wanted you to feel miserable for what you have done, wanting to humiliate you before other people. But once he received your text whilst walking to your house, he couldn’t help but save you as he realized you were the only family he had left – a fact he wanted to tell you after arriving to your house, but instead he ran there to save you from death. Whilst you were unconscious, he hired Kenny Ackerman to kill off your biological father to get his revenge, as well as kill few of his friends, who called you a whore and a slut for sucking Eren off in front of them.

The flow of information made you speechless. You had no idea of what to say nor how even to respond to all of this. Instead, fresh tears flowed down your face and Eren brushed them away from you. “As your father’s only child, you’ll inherit all of his money, property and assets, which we’ll use…” “We?” you said confused. Eren’s eyes went a bit wide as if remembering something suddenly. “Oh right, I forgot the main part.” Sweet Jesus, if he says more my brain’s gonna go numb.

“As I said – we are the only family left for each other, so…I’ve arranged an engagement for us, since you’re pregnant and I thought you’d want to welcome our child in a family.” You felt a knot forming in your throat and it was unsure whether it would ever be untied.

You ended up leaving school to evade any rumors of suicide or unplanned pregnancy from your toxic ex, or rather Eren made sure to pull you away from school. For the first few months he’d get you a therapist so that you could recuperate your mental health, obviously the therapist was under his control, but it still felt nice to talk with somebody else that wasn’t Eren. He on the other hand found it hard to go on for too long without fucking somebody, so he’d come whining for you to jack him off. At the first time you made sure to make it painful for him, nearly ripping his cock off, but seeing how needy he was you used it to you advantage to tease him every time, going as far as overstimulation before you’d allow a release for him.

It was fascinating to see him beg for your hands to wrap around his shaft, his body heating up and tears welling in his eyes. On few occasions he even begged you for mercy, but you wouldn’t slip the opportunity of putting him through torture. Sometimes you’d even brush your tongue on his tip, but wouldn’t take the whole thing in your mouth, so he’d be forced to take the bits n pieces you were giving him.

Another thing you enjoyed was when Eren buried his face between your thighs and teased your clit with his tongue. He’d ask you to sit on his face, at which you were reluctant, but soon enough it was hard to get yourself off of him.

The sweetest way of release was probably when you sat on his lap, back against his abs and having a hot make-out session. His hands would slowly massage your breasts and slowly go lower until his fingers were entering your soaked pussy.

It was still hard for you to forgive him, but eventually you gave up on the past just so you could have a future, but the scars would never fade, just like the ones on your wrists.

The biggest lifechanger was when you had your first baby – a boy the two of you named Armin Jaeger, for your lost friend, whilst the next one, who was a daughter you named Mikasa.

The nannies would take of your children as Eren would breed you again and again in your shared bedroom. Your legs pressed upwards in a mating press whilst he was ramming his cock inside of you. “That’s it my sweet Y/n. My baby momma. Give me another child.” You both released loud moans when finally cumming together, your right hand tangled in his hair and a gold ring with diamonds shining on your finger.

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pairing: modern au!eren x fem!reader word count: 9.4k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, implied stalking, mentions of violence, implied noncon, soulmates au (red string of fate), bully & bad boy eren (pretty sure this is ooc lol), eremika mention, implied jean x reader, implied armin x reader, childhood friends to enemies, bullying, victim-blaming, cheating (soulmate cheating & actual cheating), underaged drinking (18-19 year olds partying & drinking), forced kissing, slight groping, blood mention, all characters are 18+ synopsis: when you were a child, you were told that you'd soon be connected to your soulmate, the partner you'd spend the rest of your life with. however, your hope began to run dry once you've gotten older and gotten over the idea of soulmates, especially when the man that you had to spend your life with forever is eren jaeger. a/n: wanted to try this idea out so i could do a refresher of my mind for the third part of the cacoethes series. hope it's a decent read for y'all, this was kind of a practice exercise so it's kind of a mess lol note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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You were nine years old when it happened.

It was a few months before your ninth birthday when the Jaegers moved into the vacant house right in front of yours, the moving vans occupying the street for quite some time. From the window, you'd watch groups of people haul in boxes and furniture into the home until they finally left. The family had four members, the parents and two sons, one older and one younger.

Your parents told you to try and make friends with that younger son. He was fresh meat after all, he had to be scared of being the new kid on the block. You promised them that you would, that you'd do your best to make him feel comfortable here.

At the time, you were pretty scared to approach the family. The dad —who you learned was a doctor — had a frightening demeanor to him compared to his wife, her eyes kind as she waved at you from across the street whenever you were outside. You've noticed that the older son didn't really look like them, his blond hair a stark comparison to their dark brown hair; you eventually found out that he was the child of the dad's first marriage, rumors from other neighbors said that it was an unhappy one because they didn't "belong" to each other. He had to be at least four or five years older compared to you, so he wasn't interested in chit-chatting with you. When you knocked on the door to invite the younger son to play, he hid behind his mom, his hand gripping at her long skirt. What was fascinating about him that you've noticed first was his teal-green eyes that peeked out from behind when she coaxed him out to meet you.

"Hi! My name is Y/N, it's nice to meet you!" You greeted with a toothy smile, putting your hand out for him to shake.

"Eren." He took your hand and you tugged him out of the doorway to play. From there on out, it was like the two of you were inseparable.

Eren began to open up the more you played with him, seeing a more confident shine to him as the days went by. He'd innocently mess with you a lot, in a teasing and playful manner of course. One time, he found a wriggling earthworm in the rain-soaked dirt from the storm the day before and showed it off, soon chasing after you when he realized that it was scaring you. His mom gave him an earful when she found out about it and you felt really bad, sneaking a pack of gummy worms to him the day after.

He'd get himself in trouble a lot and when there was trouble, he'd always get hurt. If you looked back at it, there wasn't a day where you didn't see him with heaps of bandages attached to his skin or without a bloody nose. He said that he got them from protecting you but there wasn't really any known threats to a little eight year old you. You never questioned it once before, instead thanking him for protecting you like a knight would do for a princess.

You never realized it then that Eren wasn't the knight in your story, the almighty protector of your heart.

The two of you were the best of friends, the partners in crime of Maria Meadows Street. However, you started to hear the neighbors talk about how disappointing it would be if Eren wouldn't end up to be your soulmate. Confused on what that meant, you went to your parents about what that word was.

They sat you down the day before your birthday and explained what soulmates were. They told you that when you turned nine, maybe even ten, you would start to see a red string wrapped around your ring finger. It would be faint — fading in and out from sight — and sometimes there would be a slight tugging whenever you were too far from the one you were destined to. Destiny.

You held onto their words, excited to see that very string fastened around your finger. The thought of soulmates kept you up that night, silly little questions and concepts popping up. Who would they be? What would they be like? Would they like the same things as you? They better like sprinkles and strawberry milk but they better not like onions and brussels sprouts.

When you awoken, you checked your hand immediately, a giddy scream waking up the entire house. A bright red string was tied at the base of your ring finger, the other end of it free-floating in the air. It went through the wall towards the Jaeger household and when you checked outside your window to see how much further it went, it ended up going through their house. Before you could even question where it was going, the string faded from sight, and you went to your parent's bedroom to express your newfound joy about seeing the soulmate string.

The Jaegers were invited to your birthday party of course, but you weren't able to see them come in due to your relatives pulling you around to see how tall you've gotten and whether or not you got the string. It was a wonderful and fun time getting to see them again but your mind never left the thought of playing with Eren before getting to the cake. But you were never able to reach him, too busy catching up with your cousins.

When it was time to blow out the candles, your string popped up again, your eyes following its floating path and landing on the finger of no other than Eren Jaeger. You screamed out that it was him, that he was your soulmate — because what kid wouldn't express their initial surprise out loud — and his face suddenly burned a bright red.

Eren ran out before the happy birthday song started and you chased after him, following him to the secret spot that the two of you found. There was a clearing in the woods that sat behind the neighborhood block, dipping down into a slow-streaming creek; you started sharing it with him when he got in trouble with his mom again a few weeks ago. No one was able to stop either of you as your figures disappeared into the bushes.

You caught up to him, grabbing at the back of his t-shirt and questioning why he suddenly ran away when he started to angrily yell at you. He asked why did you have to tell everyone about it, saying that you made him feel ashamed. You apologized to him, you were just surprised that it was him!

It was meant to be right from the start, right when you held his hand and pulled him out of his house, but he thought otherwise. You tried to convince him to come back with you, but before you realized it, he pushed you into the creek. You landed on a group of stones and he caused your adorably coordinated birthday outfit to get completely soaked and dirtied. Tears started to streak down your face as Eren finally yelled out:

"I don't wanna end up with you! I don't even like you!"

Those words completely shattered your world. You got from the creek and ran home, facing your worried parents completely dirtied and sobbing heavily. Eren didn't come back to his home for a while, you knew that it was because he was going to be in deep trouble, but his parents apologized to yours for his behavior and apologized to you for messing up your party. It wasn't the only thing that Eren messed up.

After that day, you stopped going to the Jaeger house to see him, your string tugging frustratingly. Eren didn't even make the same effort to see you either. His mom went over to your house and asked if you would like to attend his birthday a month after your b-day party, but you politely declined, crying into your pillow afterwards. As quickly as your friendship came, it ended just as fast. His attitude towards you didn't get better either, it had only gotten worse. When school started, the hope that you originally had of him coming back to you started to slowly die out year after year.

He wasn't in the same classes as you luckily for the remainder of elementary school, but he had made two more friends. Mikasa, a shy girl who clung to his side like you had once done, and Armin, a smart boy who seemed too nice to be hanging around someone like him. It was an odd trio but they weren't as nice as they seemed, turning a blind eye whenever Eren started to push you around during recess.

You'd come home with scraped hands and knees, sniffling and trying to hide it from your parents. When the school staff was watching, he'd whisper nasty things to you, things like how much he hated having to be your soulmate and if he could, he would cut the string between the two of you. One time, he told you while pushing you into the blacktop that he wished that the two of you never became friends in the first place. To you back then, that broke your heart completely.

The teachers knew that you and him were soulmates — the town you lived in was small enough to get word around — so they just believed his teasing was just what boys usually do when they have a crush. Why did they ignore the fact that he was hurting you severely?

Middle school wasn't easy either, he treated you even worse than before. He resorted to pulling your hair when you were walking to class, snickering when the force of it nearly made you fall over. He'd trip you, spit at you, make you buy him snacks for him and his friends with the money that was supposed to be for your lunch. He'd threaten you that if you went to counselors or the administration, he'll make your life even more of a living hell. The tiny part of you that still loved him gnawed at your insides but what he was doing to you wasn't right. Because of him, you were never able to make friends. The whole grade knew that Eren was your bully and left you alone, not wanting to be involved with the trouble he was causing.

The bullshit reasoning that he'd tell you was because soulmates were supposed to be willingly take everything the other dishes out. It was stupid, the only thing you've done to him was call out in front of his and your family that he was your soulmate. It wasn't fair. He can't just use that excuse whenever he wants when he always stated that he never wanted to be with you in the first place.

One day in the eighth grade, you had it with his torment. It was in the winter, snow had already built up everywhere. You were walking home all bundled up, he and his lackeys close behind. Trying to ignore Eren's laughing, you quickened your pace until he grabbed your backpack from behind. You told him to let go but he smirked, ripping it off of your back. He rummaged through it while you were held back by Mikasa — she was crazy strong for a thirteen year old — your eyes widening as he suddenly tossed your homework and notebooks into the dirty melted snow.

You don't remember how you got out of Mikasa's hold, your blood running hot as you ran and jumped onto Eren, the two of you falling hard to the ground. When you lifted your fist, you felt your string draw taut as if it was a string of a bow and once it was released, you started to punch his face. The commotion stirred the neighborhood and you had to be torn off of him, screaming about how much you hated his guts and how he treated you like trash. Your knuckles were all bruised up and sore, he ended up with a black eye, a bunch of bruises and open wounds around his face. Those injuries were minute than the pain he caused you for years.

After that, Eren left you alone. The two of you never apologized about what had happened, you knew he wasn't sorry and neither were you. He never went back up to you to make fun of something you were wearing or ask for money for his favorite chips, it was like he was a total stranger. You gladly wanted to keep it that way.

Since Eren stopped bothering you, high school was better. There was finally a peace of mind. You passed though freshman, sophomore, and junior year in flying colors. You were able to make new friends, better ones than him.

One friend was someone that you never thought you'd be friends with. Armin went up to you in junior year, apologizing for how he ignored how Eren treated you. Better late than never, you supposed.

He asked if the two of you could somehow be friends. It bothered you since he was still known to be a part of his clique, so you told him that it would be best if the two of you started as acquaintances. To your surprise, he agreed and respected your wishes. He didn't push much besides sharing class notes and studying tips since he was usually in the same classes as you. He really shouldn't be friends with him, you still didn't understand why he still considered him one when he knew that he was a good-for-nothing asshole.

Otherwise than that, you tried avoiding Eren the minute you stepped foot in the school, taking advanced classes so you wouldn't see those teal-green eyes glaring holes in the back of your head. Going on different paths to class and eating in hidden areas during lunch were more cheap tactics you did to ensure that you'd never see him ever again, and for a long time, it worked. You were happily thriving, unlike him.

It was known that he was the so-called "bad-boy" of Shiganshina High. You've also heard that he was currently dating Mikasa and was an insane partygoer. He got into fights, eventually causing and winning enough of them to be called the "Shiganshina Devil". You knew that his parents had to have constant headaches with the amount of trouble he was getting himself into.

It was truly frightening to see where he had ended himself up at, how your paths diverged immensely. You also heard that he wasn't doing too bad in his classes so they haven't expelled him yet, you could only assume that it was because of his father.

A few more months before the end of the senior year, he was coming out of juvenile detention for the supposed fifth time since being in high school. After years of never seeing him, there he was standing in your ceramics elective class introducing himself. The staff thought a peaceful class would subdue his "violent" tendencies until they make him graduate, but not when you were going to be in it, fate had it out for you.

He looked different, your string tugging as you gawked at him in shock. Eren was taller — back then, you used to be a few centimeters taller and he complained about it when the two of you were still friends — and he was now considerably more muscular under the leather jacket he wore. His brown hair grew out to the point where he tied it back messily in a bun, strands still sticking out in the front of his face. His ears were covered in silver piercings and when he spoke, the glint of a tongue piercing stuck out. Rings wrapped around his long fingers, though his left ring finger was strangely left bare.

He had a tired and bored expression, his eyes wandering the classroom until they met yours. They widened slightly but relaxed after the teacher told him to take the empty seat in the back. The empty seat that just had to be right by you.

Eren sat right next to you, immediate tension growing in the air. You refused to acknowledge him, he would not ruin this for you. He seemed to ignore you as well, twirling around the necklace that hung low against his chest. The teacher was rambling about the best methods in which you should attach the pieces of clay workings together and when you were writing down the notes, in the edges of your vision, you saw teal-green observing you. You bit your tongue, turning your attention back to the teacher.

"You look different." He spoke quietly under his breath, his voice deeper. His tone was bluntly precarious, testing the waters as if you were the threat. You shuffled uncomfortably, the grip on your pencil tightening.

"Right back at you." You muttered, writing once more. If you looked at him right now, you were afraid of what your heart might think when your brain was definitely thinking the opposite. A light chuckle was heard and stupidly, your heart skipped a beat. The reappearance of the red string made your finger twitch, his eyes taking notice.

You almost yelped aloud as he suddenly grabbed your hand, his fingers carefully caressing the area where it was tied. You abruptly recoiled your hand away from him, holding it close to your chest in numb shock. You finally looked at him dumbfounded, seeing a smile grow on his face. That very smile that meant trouble was brewing in his head, how could you ever forget that cruel grin.

"There's my favorite face." What the hell?

The bell rang and you hurriedly gathered your items, getting out of the room before he could catch up with you. You couldn't let him see the flush that grew on your face and you couldn't let him back into your life. On the upside, this class was the only one you were forced to see him in. Just grin and bear with it until graduation.

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"Are you serious!?" Both of your shoulders were suddenly gripped together as you stared at your best friend with a tight-lipped smile.

"Dead serious."

"Dude you're never making it out alive, your soulmate is literally the monster of this school." You pinched the bridge of your nose, annoyance rising the more you thought about Eren.

"It's the only class I see him in Jean, I'll live."

"You might think that but then he'll suddenly shank you from the behind with a piece of hardened clay," He pretended to stab at your side, tickling you instead. "What will I do if my dear friend dies under the hands of the Shinganshina Devil?"

You jokingly rolled your eyes from his dramatics, pulling away from his hands. "Don't say that corny ass title, just call him Eren. And besides, you have Connie and Sasha and Marco to entertain. I'll genuinely be fine. As long as I ignore him, he should leave me alone."

He frowned and you could tell that he was still worried, patting his hands gently. "I promise that if he does give me trouble, I'll go to the office. He doesn't have any power here because of his reputation, they're more likely to believe me than him."

Jean finally let out an exasperated huff and stuck out his pinky in front of you.

"Cross your heart?"

You wrapped yours around his, solidifying the promise.

"Hope to die."

You met Jean in your English class during sophomore year, back then you've only knew him as one of the quarterbacks on the football team. You didn't know much about football in general but he was the one that approached you first at your locker, asking for help on one of the essays that was due in a week.

He told you that you were known as the "smarty-pants" in class so he swallowed his pride because this was the only class he was having trouble in. You laughed at his face — apologizing to him shortly after wiping your tears away — explaining that you thought English was the most basic and easiest subject to get through. His face turned red and he started backing out of the conversation, arguing with you that it was far from easy. You refuted back about how could he mess up the first language he learned, leaving him stunned for a minute, then asking grumpily if you were going to help him or not. Grabbing the paper from his hands, you agreed to assist with the assignment.

From there, you learned that he wasn't just a sport-focused jock, he was authentic and enjoyed art more than football, doing the sport only because his dad made him. He was sweet and funny, dependable when you needed it. He was the shoulder that you needed to cry on those many years ago and soon enough, you confided in him about your soulmate.

Jean let you rant about it, deeply listening about how much suffering you had to go through just because you made an innocent little announcement about how Eren was going to be with you forever. He told you that it wasn't your fault, that you were just a kid, Eren was just a brat that didn't appreciate what he had and consequently took it out on you with his own insecurity. He told you everything that you needed to hear. Your parents and past teachers have always told you that in time, he'd realize that he loved you but there was never any progress. Why give all those hopeless dreams to that little girl?

If there was ever a chance to choose your soulmate, Jean Kirschtein would be the first pick. Whoever he was fated to was surely lucky.

The two of you let go of the pinky promise, his hand dropping down to his side until his eyes suddenly narrowed behind you. He grabbed you and held you to the side of the lockers, as if he was trying to hide you.

"Speak of the devil."

You partially snorted at the joke, turning your head and seeing Eren walking with Mikasa at his side. She had taken a darker gothic look to her when she reached high school, you didn't know whether it was because of her boyfriend's style or just the style she chose to wore. Either way, she still looked scarily good.

"I really can't see how they're still together when he's so shitty." Jean leaned in and whispered in your ear as they passed by.

"She's been like that since elementary school, she's just that in love with him." You whispered back and he made a face.

"Even if she knows that you're his soulmate?" The tug of your string reminded you of the fate you weren't able to change, teeth clenching.

"Soulmate or not, I don't belong to him. And it's not like I'm being cheated on, I'm not going to wait for someone that never liked me in the first place." As you bitterly responded, you watched the two disappear down the hallway, Mikasa kissing his cheek before the doors closed in on them.

If Eren wanted her, it was fine by you. He's established that he'd never love you and that wasn't going to ever change.

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"Horse-boy huh," Eren flicked a piece of balled paper in your direction, landing it right in front of your notebook while you were writing. "Expected better from you."

You promptly ignored him, brushing off the paper ball and trying to focus on your education rather than the nuisance next to you. Jean did not look anything resembling a horse, unless he was poking fun at his athletics. He didn't take your silence kindly however, hearing his tongue click quietly. You could feel his presence lean in close to you, his voice dropping down to a whisper.

"You guys fucking?" If your pencil was wooden, it would've broken from the amount of pressure you were putting on it. What a weirdly personal question to ask someone. And a disgusting one at that, especially towards the person he'd used to knock around for shits and giggles.

You wondered if you said yes, he'd leave you alone but you didn't want Jean get roped into this. Shooting a glare at him, you shrugged him away, going back into writing your notes. You heard a huff from him but he moved away, his clothes shuffling.

The both of you sat quietly for a while until the teacher announced that the final piece will be in partners due to budget cuts, but the partners would be the person you sat next to. Your heart sank deeply into the pit of your stomach and without even looking, you could imagine the smug smirk that his face had.

"Lucky me, at least I’m seated with someone I know."

"You don’t know me," You bluntly stated, irritatingly shoving your notebook into your backpack before the bell rang. "And let's keep it that way. All we will do is talk in this class and do our work, that's it."

Eren watched you get up, a stupid smirk still on his face. He got up and towered over you, his nefarious teal-green stare matching up to your irked glower. Your stomach twisted as you saw your reflection in the color, a cold sweat running down your back. How funny it was that after all these years, part of you was still terrified of him.

"Deny it as much as you like Y/N, there's no one who knows you better than your soulmate."

The bell ringing was like music to your ears and like yesterday, you got out of there as fast as possible. He's so scummy for thinking that he still can use it against you. Opening your phone on the way to your next class, you checked your email to see if any colleges had answered your admissions. They were mostly all out-of-state because you couldn't stand the thought of seeing Eren in any of the in-state ones.

"Y/N! Thank God you came out alive." A body collided into yours, a small oof coming out of you.

"I towld ou I'd be fwine." You replied, words muffled from being crushed into his chest. Jean finally pulled away, jokingly hitting you over the head.

"That doesn't make me worry any less."

A smile grew on your face as he rested a hand on your shoulder, the thoughts of Eren washing away. When the storm dissipated, the sun was always there to dry all the worries away. He was about to walk you to your next class when both your name and Jean's was called out, the dread coming back.

"I thought I wasn't able to catch up with you Y/N, you should try out for track and field." He panted dramatically, hands resting on his knees. Standing back up, he smugly grinned down at you. "Actually you can't anymore huh, since it's our last year in high school."

"What do you want Jaeger?" Jean spoke up for you, pulling your body closer to his protectively by the waist. You hoped that he didn't feel how hard your heart was beating right now. His eyes darted from one to the other, an eyebrow raising as if he put two and two together.

"I wanted to know why you keep hanging around my soulmate." The more he said that, the more of a migraine was forming.

He scoffed in response, rolling his eyes. "As if you can say anything, you're literally going out with Mikasa. Or did you suddenly forget that?"

You felt like you could see the tension between them, sparks of electricity flying off of each other's stares. The more he gets involved, the higher probability he'd end up as his next "meal". That's what you've heard others say about the fights he gets into, as if he was the top carnivore in the food chain.

"Jean, let's just go." Passively tugging at the side of his jersey, his eyes finally tore away from Eren's and the two of you started walking to your next class. Before the doors closed, you took one last glance back at him. He still had the smile and lifted up his left hand, waving at you.

In that moment, a flash of the red string revealed itself. There it was, wrapped around his empty ring finger. The doors closed, red fading away.

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Two months or so passed by after that incident, graduation nearing with every day. Frustratingly, Eren hasn't been attending the ceramics class, which meant that you were alone working on the final project. Not that you mind, this was the best outcome possible but you hated the fact that he just left you to do all the grunt work. There was word that he gotten himself into another fight and that's why he was consistently absent, but you swore that you've been seeing him in the edges of your vision. Even when you weren't at school, there was a familiar feeling that he was right there. Yet, every time you assumed it was him and turned to look, he disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

You had to be losing it, there was no other explanation.

Finally being fed up with it, you approached Armin and asked where Eren was. He told you that he's been attending class the entire time. Every class except yours. Did the blockhead finally realize boundaries or something because he can practice that while attending ceramics. You weren't going to go beg for him to come back; if he wasn't going to come, whatever. That's his grade that he's fucking up.

In better news, Jean told you that a big graduation party was going on in his house after the ceremony — hinting at the fact that none of his parents would be in town — and you gladly took his invitation. You weren't the biggest party-goer in the first place but it would be nice to celebrate the end of your K-12 education. Plus, you haven't celebrated much in over ten years due to what happened with Eren, so it would also be something akin to a commemoration of a new beginning for you.

For the project, you decided to make a teapot with a set of two cups. Someone sat next to you while you were busy forming one of the teacups, your attention to the craft unwavering.

"No hello?" You nearly dropped the clay formation to the floor, your shoulders tensing. You took a slow breath before looking up at the person.

"Eren."

His hand reached over and started playing around with a loosened strand of your hair that you didn't tie up. He wasn't wearing the leather jacket anymore — the late April weather most likely prevented him from using it — and had on a fitted white t-shirt instead. Your eyes wandered to his well-knitted upper arms, seeing layered designs inked into his tan skin. Wow.

You quickly cleared your throat, turning back to your creation before he caught you staring.

"You've been ditching class."

He let out a soft chuckle, shrugging nonchalantly. "I've been busy. I told the staff that they should give me a free period around this time but they denied my request, telling me that my dad had a hand in the decision."

Would that be considered nepotism in Eren's case? His hand left your hair and trailed down your arm, feeling the cool rings slide down your skin. He smoothly grabbed the floral designed teacup from your hand while you were distracted with his touch, pulling it up to his face to observe it.

"I'm working on that, careful!" You scolded in exasperated tone, trying to grab it back from him. He scooted the chair away from you, still looking at the cup.

"You're only making this for our final?"

"My final, you haven't worked on anything since you ditched. And I already finished the teapot." He raised an eyebrow at you, handing it back to you.

"Then I'll do the other cup, that's your plan isn't it?" Eren removed each one of his rings and put them in his bag pocket. He then reached over and grabbed a handful of clay from the block, starting to knead it under his hands.

Wait. How did he know that? Your notes weren't currently out and he definitely hasn't been around you to see what you were making for the class. It could be an accurate guess of course, it wouldn't make sense for a tea set to have only one teacup.

"Fine, but it better look good. I'd rather not settle with a C in a simple art class, thank you very much."

The two of you sat in silence, focused on the project in each other's own hands. The atmosphere was... peaceful? Comfortable? There was still some sort of unease in the air, but there was something tranquil about it, in an odd way.

If you and Eren had never known each other in the past, perhaps there was a chance that the whole soulmate route could've worked out. Would he have ended up differently if you never had that outburst? You couldn't really imagine him alternatively from what he was now, it was difficult to think of him as anything but a bully.

Glancing over at what he was working on, you suddenly felt your heart flutter and string tighten. Eren formed the clay into a heart shape, the cup was still kind of rough in some areas but it was still cute regardless. He picked up a carving tool and started making designs on the side, straying from your intended design but nevermind that. It was nice he was putting in some effort for the final.

You watched him put the tool inside of the cup and carve something inside, settling it down afterwards.

"Done."

"Can I see what you did?" As you reached over, he seized your wrist with one clay-dirtied hand.

"Nope. Are you done with yours?" You sighed and nodded, pulling your hand out of his grip. In a flash, he grabbed yours and started carving inside of it. Internally you were screaming, thinking that he was going to ruin it but he handed it back to you afterwards in one piece. You took a look on the inside and on the bottom of the cup, there were his initials carved in.

E.J.

Irritation bubbled within you. Did he do that as some sort of ploy for credit? You carefully snatched his created cup, peering at the bottom. He didn't stop you, only observing. The original anger soon quickly dissipated, the feeling replaced with a stewing bittersweetness.

Eren wrote in your initials but your last name was a J instead. What was he trying to imply?

"Why did you...?" Speechlessly, you scanned his gaze with a puzzled complexion. What were you searching for, what did you even want to see? There was nothing but that empty teal-green abyss that you've woefully admired for years.

"You're fucking with me again, aren't you?"

You tried to not look as if all of your hope was given up all over again. Instead of physically harassing you, he's resorted to emotional and psychological tricks. Why did that hurt more than getting actually hit? You needed to stop forgetting that Eren was no longer that kid, that same kid you've chased around the hidden creek during the months where you still considered each other as companions.

You got up from your seat to clean off the dried clay from your hands, feeling it crumble and fall away just like the remaining pieces of your heart. You could feel tears well up when you knew it wasn't supposed to, letting out a quiet sigh out. This time around, all you were going to focus on was yourself, graduation, and Jean's party. No more Eren, no more soulmates, no more red string.

Just you.

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"Are you all ready to go absolutely crazy tonight?!"

You winced as the megaphone in Jean's hands blared in your ears, covering up the side of the ear where he was. The crowd cheered just as loudly as he did, Connie playing airhorns on the sound system to hype them up even more. You didn't expect the turnout to be this large but you shouldn't expect anything less from one of the most popular athletic students.

"Then let's make this a night to remember, Shiganshina graduates!" You watched him throw the megaphone in someone else's hands, then jump down from the stage that held the music booth, the crowd enveloping him with excited shouts and screams. You immediately lost him in the wave of people, sighing in amusement. You knew he was going to be fine but you would definitely find him later on clutching for life over a toilet.

Now, where to start your own version of a little celebration? Shoving yourself through, you entered the jam packed house, trying to apologize with every person you passed by. Suddenly, a hand grabbed you and pulled you through the clumped up bodies into a decently spaced out area.

"Armin?" The blond sheepishly smiled, raising a red solo cup as a greeting towards you.

"Thought you weren't the party-girl type."

"I thought you weren't even the type to party. Aren't you someone that only spends time locked up in their room with stacks of books?" He laughed, shaking his head.

"It seems that we both aren't like what we were supposed to be." He grinned and gave you his cup, tapping the kitchen counter to get Marco's attention. He handed him another solo cup, presumably with the same liquid as what he gave to you. You couldn't really tell what it was due to the party lights but when you pulled it up to your mouth, you could smell the scent of a very strong liquor.

Fuck it, why not. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, might as well get a little fucked up. It'll help you temporarily forget thinking about him all the time.

You took a quick little inhale and started downing the cup. You cringed as the sharp burn of alcohol went down your throat, feeling a little warm afterwards. Crushing the cup in one hand, you looked up at Armin with a crooked, flushed out smile.

"Another please."

Each drink came by in a blur, your mind melting and meshing together. You knew you were currently on the dance floor, probably in the backyard again, strangers' bodies rhythmically clashing into yours. Some loud music Connie put on was incoherently playing and you felt someone place their hands around your waist from behind, a tipsy giggle coming out of you. As you took a glance back, you were not surprised in the slightest on who your sudden dance partner was.

Armin was dancing behind you, a dark red blush already formed on the apples of his cheeks. His blue eyes hazily looked down at you and you turned around, playfully pulling him in towards you by his white button up. His hands never left the curves of your hips, almost barely lifting up your tank top and touching your bare skin. The warmth that was shared between your two drunk bodies was sweltering, the immense tension between each other growing with each sway and laugh.

There were rumors back in school on who his soulmate is. Some say he's Annie's but due to Bertolt being consistently around her, a handful were unconvinced. Very few said that it was Mikasa, another little group spread the joke around that Jean was his soulmate. At this moment, who cared?

Eren had been dating Mikasa for nearly four years, of course they had PDA before. You? You didn't even have your first kiss yet.

One part of you had always wanted to give your first kiss to Jean, but he was too dear for you to lose as a best friend. The other part of you, the little devil on your shoulder, wanted to be petty. To give something that was originally intended for a soulmate to his very best friend, it would be more than enough revenge for you.

Sliding your hand up his body to the curvature of his neck, you pulled him down to your level. You leaned in close to his face, the two of you panting from dancing. You never knew how lovely his blue eyes were as they shined under the colored lights, you were always too afraid too look at him back then.

Armin was the one that made the first move, pressing his lips against yours, his eyes closing as soon as contact was made. You returned his affections, your own eyes closing as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. Through his kiss, you could taste the bitterness of alcohol on his lips. His hands squeezed your hips, a shiver going through your entire body. He was gentle — not pushing for anything more — his soft lips finally leaving yours.

Your heart was beating hard as you gazed upon those eyes of his, swearing up and down that you had instantaneously felt butterflies nervously swirl around in your stomach. If Eren could date others, you can too. What was stopping you besides a flimsy ass string?

"Y/N, I—" Armin paused, his eyes connected with something behind you. They suddenly widened with a particular kind of fear, the red blush of his face immediately draining white. It seemed that he had sobered up, removing his body from yours and backing away in a frightened manner.

"I-I'm so sorry!" What?

He ran off, leaving you confused and with mixed emotions. You couldn't have been that bad at kissing right? Give yourself a break, it was your first kiss after all. Hands made their place on your shoulders, alarms beginning to blare in your head. Before you could turn to see who it was, one hand shot up and wrapped around your mouth while the other quickly went around your waist, forcefully pulling you back.

You struggled hard, trying to fight against the stranger that was kidnapping you but the alcohol in your system made it difficult to do much. The other partygoers seemed to not notice you, either too drunk off their asses or maybe even high off of something.

Without much thought, you began to bite down on the person's fingers as hard as you possibly could. They yelled out in pain and let you go, your body falling to the concrete. You winced as you felt your knees and hands scrape against the coarse rocks. Before you were able to get up, they grabbed your arm and lifted you back up to your feet, slamming you against the wall. A hand pressed one of your shoulders firmly against the textured brick, keeping you trapped.

"Ten years later and you're still a fucking bitch." A chill ran down your entire body, sobering reality hitting like a truck. Those piercing eyes glimmering in the party lights glared down at you coldly, a grimace on his face.

"It takes one to know one," You spat back in reply. "Last time I checked, Jean didn't invite you."

Eren suddenly started laughing, shaking his head. You were stunned in disbelief, he thinks this is some kind of joking matter?

"You think a little paper invite is gonna stop me from coming? God, I don't even know how they let you into the honor roll with that mind of yours."

Your face grew hot and you shoved his hand off of your shoulder. This party was supposed to be your way of forgetting about him. He can't keep showing out the blue right when you were moving on and focusing on better things in your life.

"What do you even want Eren?"

He stopped laughing, his gaze growing more intense as he looked down at you. You suddenly felt like you were shrinking the more he stared down at you in distaste.

"It's a funny story actually, I wanted to get drunk as any other person here but then I saw my whore of a soulmate sucking face with my best friend right in the middle of the crowd," It was your turn to feel the color drain from your own face. "It's really funny, isn't it? She's so desperate for my attention, she'd give her own body to anyone who's asking, even if it's someone like Armin."

You shoved him back, his body colliding into the wooden fence behind him. You were trembling, fists shakily balling up.

"For your information, Armin kissed me first. And you know damn well that you out of all people, have no right to call me a whore. I don't even know where to begin with how much you've treated me like shit either." You started to let loose everything you wanted to say to him, tears welling up and dripping down your cheeks. He stood up, his head down and face unreadable as you continued to chew him out.

"And how fucking dare you! Why still consider me as 'soulmate property' when all you've been doing for years is torture me?!"

Maybe it was the alcohol still circulating in your body that was making you too emotional, but in the first time in forever, you sobbed in front of him. Eren stood quietly as you sniffled, swiping your wrists over your wettened cheeks.

"There's nothing you can fix Eren, this string hasn't done anything but torment us. What ties us together isn't love, it never has been and it never will be." You wanted to go home, he ruined everything as always. The only redemption he'd ever get is that he would never speak to you ever again.

You opened the metal side door of Jean's home and began to walk out when you felt his hands grab your shoulders once more and turn you around. Like clockwork, you balled up your fist and was ready to punch him in the face until he grabbed that very hand's wrist and held it back against the door. You struggled against his grip, eyes wide in shock.

"What are you- Eren! Let me g—"

He interrupted you, his lips slamming onto yours roughly. A dull throbbing pain emerged as his teeth clashed into yours. The back of your head hit the metal door, a resonant clang bouncing off as it was forcibly shut closed. His free hand curled around the dip of your back and pulled your body closer to his.

Eren's tongue forced its way through your mouth, the metal ball rolling around against your tongue. He kissed you as if he was starving, as if it was vital that he had to have you like this. It was completely overwhelming. The shock put you in a hazy daze, your body burning up to a scalding and uncomfortable heat.

Unlike Armin's, he was needily intense. He messily intermingled his saliva with yours, pushing even more deeply into you. It was suffocating, he was suffocating. Through the thickened haze, you felt his hand trail down to the curve of your ass and something solid was slowly rubbing against your thigh, immediate fear coursing through your body.

Without a second to waste, you bit down as hard as you could. Eren cried out in pain in your mouth and pulled away from you, his hand shooting to his face. He removed his hand and you saw a dark liquid dripping down his chin, the taste of iron and a spherical object in your mouth soon coming into realization.

Spitting out whatever was in your mouth into your hand, immediate nausea started to come in waves as you gazed upon it. You felt dizzy and out of breath, your heart wildly beating to the point where it started to ache.

You ignored the squeeze of the string, feeling it tighten till you were sure that circulation had cut off. The two of you shared a look, yours reflected a terrified stare and his... his pupils were blown out with a mortifying desire. A desire that you did not want any part in.

You dropped the piercing and ran, completely horrified to look back.

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You didn't tell anyone what had happened afterwards. You texted Jean that you left after a few drinks and thanked him for the invite, but you neglected to tell him the other bits and pieces. He didn't need to know or else he'd get all worked up about it. You didn't have Armin's phone number but you assumed that his friendship was still intact, occasionally seeing the blond visit the Jaeger household every few days or so. All he will be would be the one that took your first kiss from you.

It was difficult trying not to think about what had occurred in Jean's party. How can you even forget that kind of moment? You didn't even know what Eren wanted from you anymore, did he still hate you or did he finally realize he had feelings for you far too late in life? What a jackass. Technically, he cheated on Mikasa and that made him even more scummier than before. Regardless, you weren't ever going to reciprocate.

There was a particular temptation to smash the cup that Eren made into itty bitty pieces. When the two of you got an A on the final, you told him he could keep his cup. It was only fair after all.

He refused, instead taking the one that you made. You watched him carefully tuck it into his backpack, partially in awe that he actually cared to keep it from breaking. All you were left with was the teapot and his heart-shaped teacup. Instead of throwing it away, you put it on a shelf next to other various trinkets of yours. Now that you were looking at it now, a mix of a melancholy frustration occupied your thoughts.

The weeks after the party, you tried avoiding getting out of the house unless your parents strictly forced you to. Fate had always been against you so if there was even a minute where you were alone, you knew that Eren would mysteriously come along. Your parents just assumed that it was college jitters and you were afraid of leaving home, but unfortunately it was really more than that. It was not their burden to bear — they were already too old to be worrying about soulmate issues — this was your mess and you had to deal with it like an adult.

In better news, the college that you've wanted to go to since junior year graciously accepted your application. Sooner or later, you were flying a few states over for orientation and to check into the apartment that you and your parents found after the acceptance. You got the email mid-June while you were still moping over the party incident, screaming the house awake once more as if it was your ninth birthday.

You told Jean over the phone, the speakers nearly blowing out on his side of the call. The two of you promised to try syncing up breakfast and dinners since you were moving in a city with a separate time zone, and he'd update you on what's happening back in the town. He decided to take a gap year, the sole reason he explained to you was to gain work experience from what his dad was doing. You joked saying that you would be graduating before he would; in response, he told you to piss off and have a safe flight.

You tried having the move be as downlow as possible, making the decision to only bring essentials and anything else that was too big and noticeable would stay at home. It sucked that it had to be this way — you worried that you might leave something important behind — but you didn't want to catch the attention of anyone that wasn't family or friends.

You adjusted the bag on your back, flicking the edge of the orientation pamphlet that was handed over to you before entering the university. The map layout was on the front, other pieces of information were inside, ranging from various major and club booths to scheduled times of educational presentations the university was providing for today. For fun, you were thinking of joining the photography club or one of the book clubs, slinking through the crowd to get to the booths. After checking out the booths, you were going to one of the presentations for your chosen major.

This had to be your most peaceful moment in your life. The air was fresh and everyone was so kind, it was a relief that none of them knew about the person that haunted your very being. He no longer shadowed you, consumed you to the point where your identity was constantly associated with his.

You entered the room that the designated presentation was being held in and settled in the back, getting the full view of the space. No one was inside yet, maybe because you had got here just a little bit too early. It was fine however, it let you quietly observe without looking too weird.

This university was on the slightly older side, the seats were still the big wooden seats that served as a table at the same time with a deflated cushion and one side of the walls had stained glass windows, softly reflecting the colors onto you. It was a charming place, you'd love to attend a class in here.

There was a sound of someone settling down besides you, the seat creaking with age. You wanted to make any friends that were in your major as quickly as possible, miss any opportunity to befriend someone and you'd be lonely and struggling the entire time you'd be here. Turning towards the stranger, you began to extend your hand and greet them, until you fell short on your words when your eyes connected.

"E-eren?"

It couldn't be. It shouldn't be.

How did he know where you were attending? You never told anyone besides Jean and your parents. Jean would never tell anyone, especially him out of all people, and you've begged your parents not to publicly post anything about where you were attending until you graduated. Your jarred confusion must've amused him because a pleased grin started to form on his face, his head resting on his hand as he stared back at you. The glow of the string illuminated the side of his face, malice reflecting off of him.

Those cursed teal-green eyes, a color of a persistent poison with no antidote.

Everything crashed down on you, the world turning upside down. You abruptly stood up, stumbling backwards as you tried to get away. He didn't make a move, only watching you idiotically bumble around. Like a predator stalking its prey, you could tell when he was getting ready to strike. Maybe he had already got you wrapped up in his web, you just never realized it until now.

As you tried to get out of the room, the door handle didn't budge. Terror shot through you and you still tried to open it, tugging and pushing against the wooden door. You cried out in panic, beginning to hit the door with your fists, hopeful that anyone outside would hear you. A few minutes went by and no one came, your luck at an all time low.

Nothing. Nothing you did worked at all.

You finally faced him unwillingly, watching him stick out his tongue. A hand went over your mouth in shock. Nearly from the middle to the tip, there was a healed slit. He moved it and you gasped, his tongue parting in two. Oh God, what the hell happened? Wait... where did the metal ball go?

In that very moment, that very night came back to you in a flash. The taste of blood. The spherical piercing in your mouth. Your stomach churned in horrid disgust.

You did that.

"So..." Eren put away his tongue and got up from his seat, slowly nearing you. You were shaking, the feeling of consciousness slipping away as your heart hammered too fast for everything else in your body to keep up.

"Won't we finish what you've started?"

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oniifans · 1 year

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Lunch Money // Chapter Three: Bully! Eren Jeager x Female Reader

Possible finale?~ ¬‿¬ Maybe?

You and Bully Eren are in detention together. Uh oh, someone's in trouble~ I mean - no one could EVER do something obscene in a classroom right? …Right??

Kinks Include: Dubcon, Asshole Eren, Sex in the Classroom, Sex Over a Desk, Oral (Reader giving), Cunnilingus, Creampie, Dirty Talk.

More x female reader works incoming! I appreciate the patience and support as always. ♥

“Detention has now started. Please work on any assignments that you have for class or read. No phones allowed, not even to play music with. I’ll be stepping outside the classroom for just a moment to speak with Mr. Smith.” The teacher looked at you and Eren before shaking her head, walking out of the classroom to join Mr. Smith out in the hallway.

You let out a sigh as you buried your face in your arms. You knew better than to trust Eren with that damn test answer sheet. He went ahead and took pictures to send to his friends before another teacher caught him and he decided to tattle.

Fucker.

You pulled out your book from your science class and started to read the assigned chapters. Eren looked amused, visibly happy to see you stuck in detention with him.

“The teacher’s pet got caught, so sad,” He mocked with a frown, “what is she going to do now?”

You ignored him, moving to another page as you continued to read.

Eren let out a chuckle as he moved from his desk and walked over to you, sitting now across from you as he turned around to stare dead into your eyes. “What? Not going to talk to me now?”

“You got me in trouble, you prick. Why would I want to talk to you?” You hissed, moving your eyes from the book to him, “I did everything as you asked me to, you gave me a bit of protection, but you couldn’t just hide the test answers and keep them to yourself? I know you’re a selfish jerk, and rather keep shit on the down low, but damn you! Now my reputation is ruined completely because of you.”

Eren just stared at you, one hand holding his head. “The smart girl getting all of the straight A’s in class gets to be in trouble just once, and she loses her shit on me. How typical,” He snickered, “you know it’s hot for you to get mad like that.”

“Eat shit.”

“You’re always such a good girl, never getting into trouble, and just out of the blue, here you are.”

You didn’t reply.

“Oh? Nothing to say? From the girl who sits in the back of the class, never says anything to anyone, and passes all of her classes?”

Still nothing.

“You know,” Eren leaned close, one hand grabbing your book and slamming it down on the desk, “I bet under all of those baggy clothes, your oversized hoodies, anything to cover yourself, you have a banging hot body. A shy, introverted girl like you hiding in the back of the class has some secret kinks. Maybe we could work out a deal.”

Your hands gripped the edges of the book, but he held down the book firmly. “No more deals, and actually, you’ve seen me under the clothes-”

“Not completely.”

“What’s it to you anyway?”

“Just hear me out,” He smirked, “if you start sitting next to me in class, maybe move your arm so I could copy some of those test answers, work with me on my grades, I could take you to one of those large parties. You know, the ones that get wild and such, where everyone talks about it the next day? Maybe you’ll finally get a big group of friends, stop sitting in the back of the class.”

“There’s a trick to this, isn’t there?”

Even though you could deny it, you were curious to go to one of those big parties. You’ve heard crazy rumors about how things went down. Jean and Eren getting into a fist fight, Reiner and Porco, the two well-known football jocks, having a beer chugging race, and even Armin playing seven minutes in heaven with Annie.

There were too many stories about what happened, but no one could really tell you all of the details. You could even witness these yourself.

“No trick, but you just let me use you,” Eren breathed, “your holes, your body, completely in secret.”

“Really, Eren? That’s really it?”

“You want that invite? The address?”

You moved away from him, sitting back into your seat and crossed your arms. “I don’t believe that’s it.”

Eren shifted and sat up in his seat, “Nope. That’s really it. Getting head from the very innocent girl that swears up and down that she doesn’t do anything bad and she gets an invite to the party. Maybe even fuck that cute pussy of yours every now and then. No strings attached.”

“Why me?”

He raised an eyebrow, “Why you?”

“Yeah. You’re obsessed with me, aren’t you? Like to pick on me, tease me, and behind closed doors, you have me on my knees sucking you off and riding you. What, catching feelings?”

“Not in the slightest,” Eren tensed, his jaw ticking, “I just think it’s fair, since this is a way of us making deals. You get what you want, I get what I want.”

You stared hard at him. “And if I refuse?”

“I’d make your life hell. Start spreading rumors of how you were begging to have me use you. And that’ll even be worse for you, for your reputation and all of that,” He let out an exaggerated gasp, “oh no, that would be terrible. All that attention all on you about how much of a slut you are. You’d hate that.”

You scoffed, “That isn’t fair.”

“Then, why don’t you make it easier for the both of us and come on over here to put my dick down your fucking throat.”

You grimaced.

“Don’t give me that look. Just come over here and I’ll take care of you. You got that?”

You didn’t move.

“I love that look in your eyes. That look that you fucking hate me, but you’d still let me have you.”

It was like he knew you. Not even the last two times in the bathroom and he just figured you completely, from the inside and out.

You quietly rose from your desk and moved to the floor, sitting on your knees in between his legs as your hands started to undo the belt. Eren stared at you, his nostrils flaring as he watched you closely.

“Hurry up before they get back.” He whispered.

You managed to undo the belt completely, moving your hands to the zipper before Eren stopped you. “Not with your hands. With your teeth.”

You hesitated for a moment before moving your hand away and leaning into his crotch. Your tongue latched onto the zipper, catching it with your teeth and slowly pulling it down.

Eren moved his hand over to the back of your head and pushed you against his crotch. “Lick it through my boxers.”

Your tongue lapped up at the fabric, tasting the hint of his hot flesh through the threads. Your eyes stared up at him as you continued.

He grunted, feeling your tongue just barely rubbing against cock. “Don’t stall, do what you’re good at, YN.”

You hummed as your hands moved to pull down the elastic band of his underwear, freeing his erection. It was hot, pulsing as he moved to slap it against your cheek. “You look so good like this. My cock right against your face. Heh, take a good look at it. It’s going all the way down your fucking throat and into your rib cage once I’m done with you.”

Your hands reached up to take his cock, your lips wrapped around the tip as you gave it painfully slow licks. Your tongue dragged from the base to the tip, both hands wrapped around it, watching as Eren had one hand on your head, his breathing picking up.

He would never tell you that you looked perfect right in between his legs. That you were absolute heaven to touch, to watch. Why? Maybe he truly was afraid of catching feelings for you. He would never admit that.

You took him deep in your mouth, a choked gasp escaping Eren as his hips bucked up. Your tongue lapped against his throbbing flesh, choked moans barely making past your lips as you bobbed your head up and down on him.

His fingers brushed over the lock of your hair, hissing and panting. He could start feeling the growth of his climax, but he wanted more than just your mouth. He pushed your head away, little strings of spit caking your lips as he tried to catch his breath.

“Over the desk. Now.”

You stood to your feet, moving your upper body against the desk as Eren stood from his seat. He moved behind you, his wet cock in one hand as the other hand moved to pull your pants down. He let out a chuckle, staring over your panties as he traveled his free hand over your ass.

“Such a nice ass…” He said as his fingers dipped over to your clothed hot core, “oh? Someone got a little turned on when sucking me off. Is this a wet spot?” He rubbed it teasingly, his eyes watching your body quiver as you shook your head no.

“No? Then,” He pulled your panties to the side, exhaling a breath, “tell me why your cunt is so wet.”

His index finger traveled over your lips, sending shivers up your spine. He rubbed down to your clit, watching amused as you crumbled on the desk. Little whimpers could be heard from you as he slid a finger inside of you.

“Fucking hell, YN. You’re tight and warm. You thought about this, didn’t you? You’re dripping wet just from sucking my fucking cock. You want me to be inside of you?” He asked as he started to finger you. You let out a gasp, one hand over your mouth as you tried to fight back what your body felt.

You didn’t want to give in, but yet with each stroke inside of you, you wanted him to devour you, taste you, and make you his.

Eren leaned over your body, sliding his finger out of you as he pressed his cheek against your own, “You want this, don’t you?” He asked as he yanked down your panties down to your ankles. He rubbed his cock against your wet folds, while his tongue licked a stripe over your cheek, “Beg for it. Beg for me to be inside of you.”

Your cheeks burned as your head lowered. You mumbled a few words, but Eren grabbed a hold of your chin, turning your head to him. “What was that?”

“Please...please fuck me,” You said softly, “I want you deep inside of me, please.”

Eren’s hips suddenly thrusted forward, his cock sliding all the way in. You tensed up, standing on your toes before his hands grabbed your hips and held you down. You whimpered, legs shaking as you felt how he was stretching your insides.

He started to move, hips crashing against your ass with each deep thrust. He moved away from your head, watching how he was fucking you. Your cute pink clutch tugging and pulling with ease, while his hands grabbed handfuls of your ass and dragged you up and down on his cock.

You were a mess on the desk. Your face was hot, your eyes rolling back as Eren used your pussy. You could feel your wetness start to trail down your thighs, while your hands gripped the edges of the wooden surface. Your moans were stifled by your hand as you bit down on your knuckles to stop from crying out his name.

Was it embarrassing to be used by your bully? Maybe, but it still felt exciting to know that behind all of those harsh words and cold stares, that he wanted to use your body behind closed doors.

“It’s good to know how hot and wet you are for me, YN,” Eren said as he moved once more down to your upper body, his breath ghosting over your neck, “do you ever imagine us like this in your bedroom? Probably touching yourself to the thought of me buried in between your legs?”

You let out a soft cry, feeling ashamed as you nod to your sin, while Eren snickered and pressed a wet kiss against your neck. He started to get rougher, breathing heavily as one hand snaked at your neck and started to slowly squeeze.

“You’re gonna cum on my cock, YN. You’re going to cum and thank me for fucking you.” He gasped, feeling that he was getting close to reaching his climax.

His heavy balls slapped against your clit as he moved to heavy thrusts, feeling how he was pressed deep into your womb.

“Thank you!” You suddenly cry out, “thank you for fucking me, Eren!” Your legs gave out as you came, Eren following as he laid on top of you. Thick ropes of his cum shot deep inside of your womb, filling your eager cunt.

You were out of breath, your hair sticking to your sweaty face as Eren slowly pulled himself up from you, letting out a grunt as he slid himself out. Cum oozed from your hole, a perfect sight for Eren as he rubbed a hand over his disheveled hair.

“I hope that no one heard that,” Eren snickered as he pulled his pants up, giving your ass a firm spank, “since, you know, you care so much about your reputation and all. But…I’ll text you the details later about that party.”

You were numb, lower body buzzing from the recent release as your eyes shifted to look up at him.

“And don’t forget,” his hand cupped your cheek, “about our little deal we have, hm?”

#attack on titan #eren aot #eren jeager smut #eren jeager x reader #eren smut #aot au #eren yeager #bully eren #snk eren #shingeki no kyojin #aot x you #aot x reader #eren x y/n #eren x fem!reader #eren x you #eren attack on titan

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eldiandiablo · 6 months

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EREN BBS RISE!! I NEED HELP FINDING AN AO3 FIC

It was about an Eren!Bully x Reader college au. he was super mean at the start. (OKAY WARNING) like he made a bet with floch to see if he can make the reader fall in love and then leave her all heartbroken.

OH AND ALSO HE GOT LIKE HELLA PISSED AT THE READER BC she knew that his mom Carla was sick and dying and she didn't tell anything to eren.

DOES ANYONE KNOW THIS FIC???

#🐝 b’s chat #attack on titan x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #I NEED HELP OML #AND LIKE THEY RE-MEET AGAIN IN COLLEGE BUT THE READER IS SCARED OF HIM BC HE IS A MEAN ASS BULLY

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crisalidaseason · 4 months

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It's funny how people will bully Eremika fans but ship Eremin which is not canon

Grow up

What the actual fuck

That came out of nowhere

#where did I bully eremika stans?#crazy ppl on tumblr #nothing new #eremin #eren jaeger #armin arlert #i will not tag the forbidden ship because they find me even when i DONT tag

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whoreish-behaviour · 1 year

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Bully!eren is the type to sneak up behind you while you're talking to someone and grope you for suree.

>~< Warnings ; technically no consent is communicated.

750 words

Part 2

Not proof read lol

You just couldn't ever help yourself could you?

Could never stand your ground - even against little old Armin. Although Eren loved when you were obedient, your pliable naive mind was his for the taking, you needed to learn when to say no.

Eren watched as Armin slowly but surely began to invade your personal space, books piled in both his arms and yours.

and you - you seemed to suck up to him, eyes shining as he continued to rain praise on you for helping him back to his dorm.

'Your a life saver ____!'

'What would I do without you huh?'

'Your always such a good little helper'

By the time you both arrived, you were shoulder to shoulder, giggles and laughs rolling down the hall and straight at Eren.

Like he said - You just couldn't help yourself.

His steps where silent as he made his ways towards you, hands in his pockets and his eyes trained on you both.

Like the good girl you were, you waited patiently as Armin began to unlock his dorm - books balanced on one hand as the other fished for his keys.

With you both distracted, neither of you noticed Eren until he pressed up against you, chin dipping into the crevice of your neck as you jumped - books wobbling in your hands from your sudden start.

Armin turned to you when he saw your movement and immediately locked eyes on Eren.

'Oh Eren - hey?' Armin's confused voice hung in the air and he looked between you and the mass of possessiveness behind you.

You turned you head away as Eren began to run his nose up along your jaw - cheeks turning hot as you felt his fingertips beginning to run up the back of your thigh.

'Hey'

His breath made you shiver and you looked anywhere but at Armin - who finally had his keys in his hand and was in the midst pf being put in the lock.

'_____ was just helping me to my dorm - incase you didn't hear me and Annie broke up...' His voice trailed off as he ventured into the dorm, the sound of the books being place on the bed evident.

You remained still - unsure if Eren wanted you to move or not as his hand closed around the back of your thigh.

'You helping him baby?' You could hear the smirk in his voice as you nodded gently.

'Yeah - felt bad about what happened with him and Annie.' Your voice was quiet as you waited for Armin to hurry back and take the books from your arms.

'Aren't you sweet?' His chest rumbled against you back as he made fun of you - his wrist now meeting the tip of your already short skirt.

Within a second, Armin appeared again - his hand on the back of his neck, rubbing gently.

'I didn't realise you guys where - you know..?' HIs voice was unsure as he watched Eren continue to nose around your neck - your sweet smell clouding his mind.

"We're not!"

Your abrupt answer made both you and Eren freeze, hand beginning to tighten on the fat flesh of you thigh. You knew you fucked up - face heating up even more as you stumbled over your words, trying to redeem yourself.

Armin could immediately tell the shift in atmosphere, eyes bouncing between you, Eren and his hand.

Eren noticed this and narrowed his eyes at him - moving his hand from the back of your thick thigh to the side, staking his claim.

'Erm, I'll take them from you.' You nodded gratefully and handed the books over.

What you didn't expect was the sudden sharp pinch! to your tender skin - making you yet almost lose your grip. Armin luckily had wicked reflexes and caught them.

"We'll be taking our leave now, see you Armin.' From Eren's tight grip alone he began to pull you back to him.

'Y-yeah see you? Thanks for the help again ____" Your body began to seize up from embarrassment as Armin's cheeks tinted red.

Eren momentarily stopped dragging you, making eye contact with dark eyes and jutted his chin towards Armin.

"What'd you say?"

'Your welcome Armin.." You didn't dare look up as humiliation flushed your skin, half grateful as Eren fully pulled you to him again and began walking you both down the hall.

"Oh Princess..you are so fucked."

Please do not steal, copy or translate my work

#Bully!Eren #bully!eren #attack on titan #eren smut #eren x reader #eren x you #eren yaeger smut #attack on titan smut #thisturnedoutwaylongerthanithoughtlmao

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kleoyeager78 · 4 months

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MASTERLIST

10 things I hate about you | Eren x reader

Ch.1

Ch.2

Ch.3

Ch.4

Ch.5

Ch.6

Ch.7

Ch.8

Ch.9

Ch.10

Ch.11

Ch.12

Ch.13

Ch.14

Ch.15

Ch.16

Ch.17

Ch.18

Fashion designer

Ch.1

Ch.2

Ch.3

One shots

Older sister Haitani

Toxic | Armin x reader

You’re mine | Jean x reader

Not him | Eren x reader

High standards | Nanami x reader

My book status

#aot fanfiction #aot x reader #aot x y/n #attack on titan #attack on titan fic #bully!eren #armin smut #armin x reader #annie leonhart #armin arlert #masterlist

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aengelren · 7 months

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Eren traumatizing Reiner will never not be funny

#got bullied into submission bro litterally got on his knees and begged #Eren is such a bully😭😂#i condone this Eren but only directed at Reiner #eren jaeger #attack on titan #eren #shingeki no kyojin #aot #eren yeager #anime #Reiner Braun

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annahoj-nugie · 1 year

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#i might have a type #and it's tan brunettes with shoulder length hair who would bully me #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #meme?#meme #anime meme #yumihisu #eremika #aot spoilers #aot manga spoilers #aot meme #Eren jaeger #Mikasa ackerman #historia reiss #christa lenz #ymir

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underthetree845 · 9 months

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How to Say "I love you"

Chapter Five: Without Words

Chapter Index

Armin/Reader

Cws: AFAB reader, Reader is Eren’s twin sister, modern high school au, planning a confession

About 5.9k words

Summary: Reader comes up with an idea on how to communicate their feelings to Armin.

“You almost WHAT?!” Historia all but screamed, a wide smile growing on her face.

Sasha started to choke on her noodles, to which Mikasa began patting her on the back while she coughed.

“Weren’t you listening, Historia?” Ymir sighed, crossing her arms, “She said she wasn’t sure.”

“Y-yeah! Well I mean I know something happened, but I don’t know if it was just me or…” you rambled, slowly hugging your knees closer to your chest.

“Well you may not be sure, but I am! One-hundred percent!” Historia beamed, leaning in closer towards you as her eyes sparkled with excitement.

You groaned and hid your face in your knees as your cheeks burned, not entirely sure why you even agreed to this in the first place.

The entire day after your evening out with Armin, your mind would not stop replaying those few moments when you were able to feel his breath on your lips. You had been so close, closer than you ever were hugging or holding hands or even falling asleep on each other, despite the fact that you hadn’t even been touching.

Mikasa didn’t usually speak up unless absolutely necessary, and this time, she seemed to have found it necessary to confront you about your “strange” behavior after getting lost in the park with the boy.

To your mother, father, and Armin’s grandfather, for Hannah and Franz’s sake, you and Armin decided to just say that the two of you happened to run into each other by the park, decided to go out for ice cream to the place Sasha recommended, taken a walk through the park afterward, and ended up getting lost till late.

With Mikasa, there was almost no point in lying. You didn’t even need to tell her about your feelings for Armin in the first place, she just seemed to know. So, when she asked you for the truth about what happened that night, you made double sure that Eren didn’t follow, locked your bedroom door, climbed up to the roof, and whispered it into her ear.

At first, Mikasa genuinely didn’t believe that you and Armin had almost kissed. You were distressed because you thought she meant that she didn’t think Armin felt the same way, but Mikasa quickly clarified that she just didn’t think either of you would make a move anytime soon.

“Neither of us really ‘made a move,’ Mikasa,” you fiddled with the hemline of your shirt, failing to suppress your heart racing at the memory, “we were just talking about how much we both value our friendship, and we both started leaning in…”

You brought your hands up and buried your face in them as Mikasa sighed.

“And then I called,” Mikasa stated, her words sounding more like an apology than anything else.

“Don’t worry Mikasa, you couldn’t have known,” you replied with a compassionate smile, removing your hands from your face. “I don’t even know what Armin thinks of what happened, if he even thought or felt anything at all.”

“Y/n, if it really went as you described, it, I know he was feeling just the same as you were,” Mikasa’s tone was sure, she looked you in the eyes as she spoke.

“There’s no way,” you half-laughed, “I just support him and he appreciates it. I’m thankful enough that we get to be friends, I don’t want him to think I don’t value that or have an ulterior motive or anything.”

“Even though you do?” Mikasa noted sharply.

“Well,” you shrunk away, a slight huff in your voice, “it’s more of an ulterior… hope?”

“You should confide in the rest of the girls,” Mikasa suggested, getting up to move back inside, “I know they’ll come to the same conclusion I did.”

And that’s how you ended up here after school. It was pure coincidence that Historia suggested organizing a hangout at one of your houses on Monday, but it was Mikasa who didn’t hesitate to offer up your house so that you wouldn’t be able to weasel your way out.

Now you were sitting on the carpeted floor of yours and Mikasa’s bedroom with three of your friends huddled in a circle, laughing and chatting over card games and snacks. At least that’s how it had been going, until someone (*cough cough* Ymir) felt the need to spice things up with a game of truth or dare, which eventually just devolved into going around the circle and sharing secrets.

When your turn came, you considered what Mikasa said earlier. What’s the worst that could happen? you thought. “Famous last words,” as your father always said.

“Y/n there’s no way you can have a meaningful conversation like that with someone and get so close without feeling anything! I know Armin must be thinking the same thing,” Historia seemed to light up, clasping her hands together enthusiastically.

“Don’t say it like that!” you retorted in a tone harsher than you meant, shrinking back to lean against the side of your bed.

“Why don’t you just talk to him about it?” Sasha suggested with her cheeks full of food.

“Because!” you said dramatically, shoving a pretzel into your mouth and clapping your palms together, “Number one, I don’t even know if he likes me that way, and I don’t want to lose him like that. Number two, you really expect me to look into his eyes and say something like that to someone as wonderful as him without dying?!”

You didn’t have to worry about keeping your voices down. Your mother and father were still off at work, and as soon as Eren realized you and Mikasa were having your friends over, he grabbed his video game controller and left to spend his afternoon at Armin’s house.

“Number one,” Mikasa mimicked you, trying to sooth your emotions, “Armin cares about you too much to let something like that get in the way of your friendship.” Everyone nodded in agreement. “And number two, I hate to say it Y/n, but that’s the only way he’s ever going to know how you feel. He’s normally smart about things, but he’s stupid about this. You’re going to have to tell him.”

You sighed and gave a reluctant nod. Although you knew it deep down, you were too scared to face it until Mikasa said it to your face. She never spoke up unless absolutely necessary, and hadn’t managed to give you bad advice yet.

“Finding the right time and place can be tricky…” Historia hummed, “for example, that hilltop where the two of you were stargazing would have been perfect.”

“Well yeah, but then Mikasa’s calls started coming through and poof,” Sasha released her hands from fists, “no more atmosphere.” Mikasa looked down guiltily, and you came to her defense.

“Sasha! It was bound to happen eventually, Armin and I had been lost for almost an hour,” you stated. True, it was unfortunate that you hadn’t been given a few more minutes, but you were thankful enough to have gotten home safely.

“And you didn’t even kiss once,” Sasha moped, and your cheeks flared up again.

“See, that’s a good example of right place wrong time,” Ymir pointed out, cocking her head to the side. Historia closed her eyes and nodded contemplatively.

Silence followed as everyone continued to brainstorm, but your train of thought was cut short when your phone vibrated on your nightstand. You turned to your right to grab it and felt your heart jump when you saw who it was from.

“Hey Y/n! History fact: Having been a Jew (although not a citizen of Israel), Albert Einstein was offered a position as the President of Israel in 1952. He turned it down because he knew he lacked the experience and people skills necessary, but isn’t that insane??,” the message read.

History fact, you realized, right. It’s Tuesday.

A smile stretched across your lips as you replied, and your giggle caught the attention of the rest of the girls sitting with you.

“Who is that?” Historia questioned with a knowing grin.

“It’s the blondie, obviously,” Ymir smirked, and Historia gave her a sideways glance.

“You know it’s bad when you’re smiling at his texts,” Sasha mused, leaning in closer only for you to push her away with a flustered pout.

“But look how easily you can talk to him!” Historia encouraged with a bright smile, “The two of you just ooze chemistry!”

You found that you liked the idea of you and Armin having “chemistry,” and other people being able to see it. Being with him felt like the most natural thing in the world. Armin was the only person who could almost effortlessly sooth your emotions and anxieties, but at the same time, make you melt from the inside out and want to scream into your pillow.

“But that’s only because we’re not face-to-face,” you sighed, clicking your phone off and placing it on the carpet next to you, “You’re right, talking to him is easy, but if I had to actually choke out a confession in front of him, I would just die.”

“For the last time, Y/n,” Mikasa’s voice was like a cool mist of air, “you’re not going to die.” You turned your head to face her. “But you are going to have to tell him.”

Everyone’s silence told you that they felt the same, but Mikasa’s words sparked an idea in the back of your mind.

“What if… what if I didn’t have to tell him?” you asked thoughtfully.

“Oh great, she’s backing out entirely,” Ymir leaned back and took a swig of her soda.

“That’s not what I meant,” you explained, sitting up straight with a hand on either knee, “What if I just didn’t say it?”

“You’re just going to kiss him?” Mikasa was bewildered.

“No, no!” your cheeks flushed red at the very thought, “No no no no no! I meant more along the lines of writing him a letter and giving it to him somehow!”

“Oh! That’s such a cliché idea!” Historia clapped her hands together, “I mean that in a good way!”

“So you think a letter would be well-suited enough for the situation?” your eyes searched for confirmation.

“Y/n,” Ymir started, “you could show up to his house in the middle of the night wearing a potato sack, tell him you love him, and he would still marry you.” She set her soda can down with a clink. “Not that I would recommend such a method, I’m just saying that I think a letter would work out fine.”

“Ymir, that was completely unnecessary,” Historia lightly scolded, giving a concerned glance to your frozen form. “Although I do agree.”

“But what’s wrong with potato sacks?” Sasha huffed, earning a chuckle from the rest of the room, effectively lightening the mood.

As the laughter died down and someone suggested a movie, the weight of your decision finally hit you. How would you even begin writing a letter expressing everything you felt about Armin? Would he like it? Would he think it was too cringey or sappy? If he did accept, what would that mean for your relationship? What if he just accepted out of pity or obligation? Would he still want to be friends with you after reading it?

As much as the potential answers to these questions terrified you, you were going to have to take a leap of faith to have them answered. After all, confessing isn’t about whether you “succeed” or not, it’s a test of bravery.

You found it genuinely challenging to summarize all the reasons you had grown to love Armin throughout your life on a single sheet of paper. You would’ve used more, but you didn’t want to creep him out by handing him an entire essay that you put more effort into than most of your school assignments.

You had yet to decide whether to leave the letter somewhere he would find it, hand it to him directly and run walk away, or hand it to him and wait there to watch his immediate reaction. Leaving it somewhere would increase the risk of someone else finding it by mistake, if you ran away after giving him the letter he would have to awkwardly reach out to you some other time to talk about it, plus he might just follow you, and you weren’t sure you could handle the embarrassment of standing there as he read the paper you had poured your heart out onto. That would be almost as bad as actually confessing.

Instead of typing up a list and narrowing it down from there, you decided to highlight the things you noticed about Armin over the next couple days.

The point wasn’t necessarily to swoon Armin by writing up a bunch of praise and expecting him to accept just because of that, but you wanted to let him know how much you appreciate him in at least one paragraph of the letter. That's how it goes, right?

It wasn’t that you and Armin weren’t ever affectionate or compassionate towards each other, you have been friends for the past nine years. You often shared school lunches, volunteered to help each other out with homework before anyone else, noticed miniscule details about each other and complimented them, stuff like that. There were actually a few students and teachers at school who had to be clarified on the fact that the two of you weren’t a couple already.

However, in the days following the night you two spent under the stars, the intimacy had increased tenfold. It was life you were Armin’s lifesource; every second you spent apart, he spent wishing he could see you again, and every minute you were together, he was practically clinging onto you, never more than two feet away.

Now, instead of shyly looking away when you caught him staring, he would hold your gaze, a warm smile making its way onto his lips as redness creeped into his cheeks.

The last three days since Saturday had been some of the best of his life. He felt like his heart hadn’t stopped racing since that night.

The difference was noticeable. The two of you shared a lot more secret glances and bashful smiles when you thought no one was looking. It was difficult for others to get your attention when you were zoned out in a conversation or even just staring at each other.

Neither you nor Armin were entirely sure what this new sense of comfort and budding affection would lead to, but you knew you wanted it to continue. It was probably a subconscious effort to recreate the atmosphere from the park.

The two of you were lovesick, plain and simple.

“Here Y/n,” Armin grinned sweetly, returning to your lunch table from the vending machine, “I got you a soda too.” You couldn’t help the blush that filled your cheeks at his thoughtful gesture.

“Thank you, Armin,” you smiled in return, taking the can from his hand and almost jumping at the way your fingers brushed. You didn’t miss that he’d gotten you your favorite soda as you both popped your cans open and took a sip.

Eren and Mikasa watched the two of you from across the desk table the four of you had formed.

“No soda for me?” Eren questioned snarkily, to which Mikasa elbowed him. “OW! I mean- us?” Eren tried to correct himself and Mikasa internally facepalmed.

“Sorry guys,” Armin bashfully apologized, “I really would have, but I only had enough for two, and I owed Y/n for a drink anyway.” His blue eyes locked with yours for a moment and you only looked away to sigh in blissful memory of the indirect kiss you two shared.

You’re thoughtful.

“I-I don’t have any more! Really!” the boy insisted shakily. The bully leaned even closer, slamming his hand on the boy’s desk, clattering his materials around and causing a few pencils to roll onto the floor.

“You expect me to buy that bullshit?” the bully scoffed, his hot breath puffing on the boy’s face. “If you can’t pay me right now, I’ll expect double tomorrow, or else it’s over for you.”

“W-wha-” the boy’s eyes shone with fear.

“Excuse me, Emil?” Armin tapped the bully on the shoulder, only just managing to hold back his shudder when the older boy turned to face him in a fury.

“Hell you want, Arlert?” Emil spat, his fist releasing the smaller boy’s shirt as his attention was diverted.

“I saw you sneak in to avoid the Dean this morning so you could avoid uniform checks,” Armin stated, his smooth tone in black-and-white contrast to Emil’s uncontrolled flurry of rage.

“Was that supposed to be a threat, runt?” he huffed, taking a looming step towards Armin, who was accustomed to his behavior enough to not cower away.

Every fiber of your being was screaming at you to intervene and place yourself between Armin and the bully. You wanted to let your protective instincts take over, but much to your current dismay, you’d promised Armin otherwise.

It wasn’t even five minutes ago when you and Armin stepped through the doorway of your classroom to lay your eyes on Emil trying to squeeze money out of yet another victim.

You were inclined to flip Emil onto his back, twist his arm, or even go get Eren and Mikasa to help deal with the situation. Armin had to physically latch onto your arm and drag you into the hallway to keep you from immediately intervening. He needed to explain that it would be too risky to pull a move like that for two major reasons. If you strode up to the situation on the offensive, regardless of whether it was in defense of the smaller boy or not, Emil hadn’t hit first, so you would be the one punished for picking a fight, which was the last thing Armin wanted. In addition, it was happening inside of a classroom, not out on the courtyard, so the chance that you would get caught beating Emil down was far too high for Armin’s liking.

As much as you wanted to take a more direct approach, you knew you could trust Armin when he said he had a plan.

The idea was that he would go up and “deal” with the situation, whatever that meant, while you secretly recorded from the sidelines.

“But only if you promise I’m allowed to jump in if he tries to hurt you or anyone else,” you insisted.

“Alright Y/n,” Armin sighed compliantly, a butterfly feeling filling his chest at how protective you were being. Standing up for others was in your nature; he knew it from the day you first reached out your hand, and he was reminded of it each and every time you faced a situation like this. You didn’t get worked up over many things, but one thing Armin could always be sure about was that you would never let anyone get left behind.

“It’s a threat if you perceive it to be,” Armin shrugged, giving a reassuring glance to the withering boy behind Emil before continuing. “I’m only here to tell you that I don’t think you should be here right now. Your uniform shirt is open, you’re wearing a bright t-shirt under it, you don’t have your tie,” Armin added a pause for emphasis, “and the Dean is going down the hallway right now doing a once-over of all the classrooms.”

Emil’s breath caught and he shifted his gaze to peer out the window of your classroom warily.

“The Dean is in the classroom two doors down right now,” Armin stated, upping the pressure of the situation.

“Tch, why should I believe anything you say, Arlert?” the bully scoffed, pointing an accusatory finger and jabbing it into Armin’s chest.

“You don’t have to, I won’t be the one getting in trouble if you get caught,” Armin stated, glancing towards the door before meeting Emil’s eyes.

“You cocky little- well why would you even tell me this, huh?” the taller boy spat, trying to keep his footing in the situation, “It’s not like we’re friends.”

“You said you’d pick on me less if I helped you out once in a while, right?” Armin almost failed to hold back his grin. He’d won, you both knew it.

You had to try your hardest to keep from snickering; you had never seen Emil look quite so trapped.

“It just won’t look too good if you’re caught out of uniform threatening another student for his pocket money,” Armin piled on, “This isn’t even your classroom.”

At that, Emil’s thread of will snapped, and he gave one last spiteful glare to the small boy behind him before gritting his teeth and peeking his head out into the hallway, slipping out while muttering curses under his breath.

The tension in the classroom eased and the surrounding students, including you, let out a breath of relief and turned back to whatever they had been previously working on.

You stopped recording and immediately stood up to make your way over to Armin.

“He didn’t hurt you, right?” you asked tenderly, scanning his face for any signs of injury, “You’re okay, right? Say you’re okay.” Even though you had been recording and sneaking glances from time to time, you couldn’t help but worry that Emil had grabbed Armin by the collar or leaned in a little too close when you weren’t looking. Asking these questions after a run-in with a member of the trio was almost customary.

“I’m okay, Y/n,” Armin reassured you, a gentle smile forming on his lips, “thank you for recording. That’ll be useful if we ever need it.” You nodded and tucked your phone away, turning to check up on the boy Emil had been threatening.

He still sat in the same position, arms folded over his chest defensively, hunched into himself, only his expression of terror had been replaced with one of admiration, and his gaze was locked on Armin.

“Hey, did he hurt you anywhere?” Armin asked gently, turning his gaze to focus on the boy in front of him, “That wasn’t the first time, right?”

“Y-you- thank you so much!” the boy sputtered, standing up and bowing deeply, “I don’t know how I can ever repay you.” Yours and Armin’s eyes widened and you shared a glance before responding.

“Hey, we just wanted to make sure you were okay,” you place a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “and you don’t have to bow. I’m Y/n, and this is Armin. What’s your name?”

“It’s, it’s Hayate,” the boy sucked in a breath, finally standing up straight, “nice to meet you.” You nodded kindly while Armin perked up.

“Hey, 'Hayate,' like the character from that street fighter game?” Armin grinned. Fanboy mode, taking over, you thought with a loving roll of your eyes.

“You know it?!” Hayate’s voice went up an octave and his eyes seemed to glimmer in excitement.

“Well, my best friend likes it, so I like to play it with him sometimes,” Armin replied, scratching the back of his neck. You smiled in confirmation. It’s true… you thought, sometimes I think mom wishes Eren were less glued to the screen while playing.

“W-wow! I didn’t think anyone cool would know the game,” Hayate stared in amazement and Armin did a double take.

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly consider myself to be ‘cool,’” Armin chuckled dismissively.

“You have to be kidding,” Hayate started, “you’re always so bright when you answer questions in class, your friends seem really cool too (you smiled at that part) and the way you talk back to Theo, Elliot, and Emil is insane!”

“He has a point, Armin,” you nudged the blonde with your arm, shooting him a genuine glance, “you’re pretty cool on some levels.”

Armin felt his cheeks begin to flush from all the praise, and he instinctively took a half step back, waving his hands in front of his body.

“That’s not really true…” he trailed off and you internally sighed. When would he finally understand? “Anyone would have done what I did given the situation.”

Anyone? Give me a break, you thought, Look around the room, look at all these people who just sat and watched it happen. You have all the more reason to be afraid of a member of the trio than they do, yet…

Armin had managed to change the topic of the conversation back to videogames by this point.

…you’re the one who stepped up. Overcoming your fear makes the act even braver, and you do it because you don’t want others to suffer the same way you have pretty much your entire life.

Your thoughts zeroed in as you watched Armin continue to chat with Hayate.

You are so much braver than you realize.

“Aaand, that should do it, Louis,” Armin said with a satisfactory grin and one last click on the mouse before standing up from the dark wooden chair and making room for the old man to take a look.

“Hm, it seems to be working fine now!” Louis adjusted his eyeglasses as he peered at his computer screen.

“It was just a small syntax error on the navigation level,” Armin nodded, “I have to say, your niece is quite thorough with creating websites. Is she a web developer, by any chance?”

“Studying to be, I believe,” Louis’s eyes crinkled as he smiled.

“The bookstore’s website is functioning normally on my phone now too,” you piped up, “nice job, Armin.” You gave the boy a sweet smile which he bashfully returned.

“Yes, Armin, thank you very much. I don’t mean to trouble you, but I do appreciate how you always help with my internet issues,” Louis adds, “You’re quite good at it too. Are you perhaps considering a career in web development like my niece?”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all!” Armin confirmed with a polite smile, “I don’t really think I want a career in it, but I guess I am decently well-versed in the field from helping my grandfather out and well… just accumulating information overtime.”

He really does have a wide variety of interests.

“Still, I’d hate to take your work for granted. Would you accept a cash reward?” Louis offered, and you turned to look at the boy standing beside you.

Armin’s eyebrows shot up and his expression formed into one of gratitude, but still…

“No, I couldn’t possibly,” he declined. “I’m happy to help you, Louis, and I love this bookstore. The task is rewarding enough on its own.”

You sighed gingerly and couldn’t help but smile a little. Armin certainly did deserve a reward for all the help he always offered Louis, from computer troubles to reorganizing the shelves after a busy week. He always did it with a smile on his face.

“Are you sure there’s no way I could convince you?” Louis sighed, taking a seat down in his chair.

“I’m sure, Louis,” Armin clasped his hands behind his back neatly.

“You could use it to buy a gift or go out somewhere with someone,” the old man suggested with an innocent grin.

Armin’s heart stuttered at the thought but his main concern was about the fact that you were standing right next to him, and Louis’s suggestion was everything but subtle.

You didn’t have much time to register the bookstore owner’s suggestion before Armin spoke up.

“I have enough to do that on my own,” he dismissed the idea smoothly, “thank you again for the offer.” Armin wore the guise of a calm smile on his lips, despite his brief internal panic.

“Alright, lad,” Louis folded his hands in his lap, “Thank you for the help today, enjoy the rest of your time in the bookstore this afternoon.”

As you and Armin began to roam the classics section, you found yourself staring at his profile with a soft smile as his eyes scanned over the titles and he traced them gently with his fingers.

You’re smart, but you don’t take it for granted.

Your phone buzzed with the name of the only person who’s messages you’d set to allow past Do Not Disturb time.

“Hello Y/n,” you smiled as you read his message, “Sorry to message you this late, I just couldn’t wait till tomorrow.” You kept scrolling and found that there was a picture attached to the bottom of the message.

“Apollo fell asleep on the jacket you left over here last week!” and sure enough, the picture showed the little gray kitten curled up in the fabric of the jacket on a chair, and Armin in the corner, holding the phone out to take a selfie.

Your heart warmed and you took a screenshot to save the picture to your camera roll. One, because you didn’t have any pictures of Apollo yet, and two, Armin grinning so adorably in his nightclothes was too precious to pass up.

“He misses you,” Armin messaged, and you thought for a moment before typing up a reply.

“I miss him too, give him a hug for me <3,” the boy held his phone to his chest at that last message, smiling from ear-to-ear as he curled up on his bed.

You sighed and melted into your desk with a stupid grin and Mikasa turned over to face you.

“Are you going to bed soon?” she asked, eyeing your phone as you put it down.

“Yeah, sorry, I’ll be done soon,” you nodded, adjusting your lamp light and focusing back on the paper in front of you.

I love your smile. You always know how to make my day better.

Mikasa fell asleep to the sound of your pencil scratching against your paper that night.

“Are you sure you want me to proofread something like this?” Mikasa pushed the folded piece of paper you were shoving at her away from her body, and you nervously glanced to the side before looking back at her.

“Please, Mikasa! We don’t have much time until Armin comes back from the bathroom,” you hissed in a whisper. “I’d rather not have him start wondering what this is. I left blank the spots where I’m going to add his name just in case so it won’t be worst-case scenario, but still.”

“But why give it to me now, in school?” your best friend questioned, crossing her arms and refusing to budge.

“I would have given it to you this morning, if you didn’t wake up so freakishly early. I swear, you’re already waiting by the door by the time Eren and I come down for breakfast,” you retort with a sigh, “And my mom was there, she’s more likely to get pushy with what it’s about than Armin.”

“Y/n, this just doesn’t seem like the kind of thing I’d be good at,” Mikasa resisted.

“But you’re the only person I trust enough to show this to who I won’t have to worry about trying to tease me or actually suggesting I rewrite the whole thing,” you pouted, “please, Mikasa?” In truth, you were looking for reassurance more than anything. The whole idea of what you had written made your hands clammy, you wanted to run it by at least one person first.

“What about waiting till we get home?” Mikasa suggested and you let out a sigh.

“Because! Armin is coming over and we’re all going to make adoption posters for Apollo, remember?” you insisted. “I already have the letter right now and the only time you’ll be able to read it is when Armin and I are picking up Apollo from his house because I know you won’t want to do it when it’s late. Please, Mikasa.” There was a beat of silence between you two before Mikasa finally cracked.

“...Okay, I’ll take it,” she gave a defeated sigh and you grinned widely before tucking the letter under a notebook on her desk.

“Ah, thank you! I couldn’t ask for a better best friend,” you beamed, throwing your arm around Mikasa, who reciprocated your half-hug with an understanding curve of her lips.

“Y/n, you’ve been tired and listless all day, are you sure you’re okay?” Armin asked as you slung your backpack over your shoulder and he gathered up his materials.

“I promise Armin, I’m fine. I just stayed up a little late last night watching a show,” you smiled gratefully, but Armin couldn’t ease his worry. Did you wake up to read his message, then struggle to fall back asleep? Were you restless because of anxiety? If you really were tired just because of a show, how often did you stay up so late? Would it affect your day-to-day operation? He had caught you dozing off a few times in class, and always made sure to divert the teacher’s attention so they wouldn’t notice or even nudge you gently if need be.

Armin mentally cursed when he realized his thoughts had led him to forget about packing his materials. He now awkwardly scrambled to organize his papers as you stood there and waited with a patient smile. I’m holding her up, and she didn’t say a word… Armin thought.

“Y/n, I’ll meet you by the shoe lockers so we can go get Apollo in a minute, you can get going,” he told you with a gentle smile.

“Promise you’ll be right there?” you pressed playfully. A sweet chuckle fell from his lips as he nodded. With that, you turned on your heel and headed towards the classroom door, disappearing with a wave.

After a few minutes, Armin rushed out the door, paying no mind to Eren and Mikasa’s murmurs behind him.

“Eren, did you drop off your packet at the science lab yet?” Mikasa questioned, and Eren shot up in his seat.

“Shit, no, I didn’t,” his eyes widened, “I don’t think I have the assignment rubric though.”

“There’s a copy in my binder,” Mikasa gestured with a nod, and Eren sputtered out thank yous before moving to shuffle through her papers. She definitely knew he’d forget it.

By the time Mikasa finished getting what she needed from her locker, Eren was already standing behind her with both their backpacks, a marked-up rubric, and the homework packet he had been given an extension on two days ago.

“Come with me to drop it off?” Eren asked, and Mikasa couldn't refuse.

It’s not that your brother was stupid or anything, in fact quite the contrary; he had always been a decent student. Eren wasn’t at the bottom of the class by any means, and didn’t have any real trouble when exam season rolled around, he was just very good at landing himself extra work and allowing his tenacity to distract him from remembering due dates. Your brother mostly relied on Armin for that sort of thing, but the blonde had been wrapped up for the past few days.

No, you didn’t consider your brother stupid on any level, but if you knew what happened next, you probably would have socked him in the face for being so careless.

If only he’d noticed the paper that fluttered to the ground as he packed up Mikasa’s things. Why did it have to be that specific paper?

If only he and Mikasa hadn’t left in such a haste to drop off the packet he was late to turn in. Why did the paper have to be left on the ground?

If only someone else hadn’t seen it and decided to pick it up. Why did it have to be Jean’s eye that it caught?

Chapter Six: Things Better Left Unsaid

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