#Eren for lgbtq

[ohayopoko]

Eren grows to love the song “Boom Bye Bye” by Buju Banton after hearing his Caribbean s/o play it and he’s so offended at first but S/o has to explain that she’s playing it because it slaps, not because she supports murdering all gay people lmfaoaooo

[susanoois]

my shayla

[theflrn]

fleren and yumihisu (the poll winner) from march;

happy pride month!🏳️‍🌈

[ereami0]

Happy pride month to the best ship in the world !! 🌈.

Art by @/pigeonsquared on twt.

[lying-on-floors]

Modern AU things...

The AU

Some headcanons

Bertholdt has an older sister, Freya. Their father, Suraj, moved his family from India to Massachusetts after their mother died. Freya is working towards her medical degree, while Berthodlt is working towards his psychology degree. English is their second language, but they're both proficient enough that no one questions where they're from.

Bertholdt and Freya did classical ballet, and that's where they met Annie. She and Bert became friends soon enough, and then she met Reiner through Bert. Now, they're a dynamic trio.

Pieck's been dating her butch boyfriend for almost two years.

Colt and Pieck are childhood best friends, and she introduced Colt to Porco. The two men began dating after being friends for a few years.

Pieck and Porco always went to school dances together as friends. They tried dating once in middle school, but it never went anywhere, and neither were all too interested.

Marco and Ymir are first-generation Italian American, and both speak fluent Italian. Their mom moved from Italy to Massachusetts with her parents when she was 18. She met a second-generation Italian American man while going to a New Jersey college.

Gabi moved in with Reiner and Bertholdt when she was 16 after her parents divorced. Reiner blames himself because he has issues but also because his mom died and she wouldn't have needed to stay with her brother in the first place if he didn't cause his dad to leave. (His thoughts, the poor boy did nothing wrong.)

Gabi, Falco, Udo, Zofia, and Kaya carpool every now and then. Mainly, when Colt lets Falco borrow the car.

Porco and Piecks girlfriend, Miles, both wear the same cologne. (Your choice.)

Gabi plays volleyball. Reiner and Bert often try to make it to her games. Her parents don't show up for her much anymore. They've kind of declined over the years as she's gotten older. Reiner's always been there for her. Colt, Falco, Pieck, Jean, Armin, and Mikasa often go support her.

Zofia and Udo have a sweet little relationship. They've been dating since their freshman year of high school. They're silly.

Colt, like his mom, is an artist. He specializes in portraits, which is the same thing his mom specializes in. They spent a lot of time when he was growing up painting together. Cecilia has always encouraged it. She keeps large boxes of all of her kids' art and creations, including Pieck, who is the honorary third Grice sibling.

Colt's mom, Cecilia, is battling cancer at 53. She was 48 when she found out she had cancer. The only person who knew, aside from her medical doctors, was Gideon, Pieck's father, her childhood best friend. He later died due to a lung infection.

When Cecilia was too physically ill to hide her diagnosis from her kids, she sat them down to break the news to them. Her best friend was dead, so she had to do it alone. Colt was kind of mad that his mom kept this from him, but he knew he would've done the same thing.

Colt and Falco's dad, Ben, died in a work accident when Colt was 13.

Porco's older brother, Marcell, died (ik I'm sorry :/) when he was little from an accident. Porco still struggles with it and confides in Pieck and Colt the most about it. They're the only two people who have seen Porco cry since Marcell died.

Carla Yeager adopted Zeke when he was young. She then had Eren. Grisha died because he sucks and I don't like him.

Zeke and Eren argue often, and Zeke tends to be a bit overbearing, but he means well. Both of the yaeger boys are a bit annoying but Carla is an angel.

Levi is Mikasa's older cousin. He and Erwin adopted Mikasa after her parents died in a car crash when she was 7.

Carla and Levi often have tea together. They're shopping and gossip buddies.

Colt doesn't have many friends outside of Pieck, his boyfriend, and Marco. He and Marco became friends in high school after becoming partners on a science project. They shared a drunken kiss, but nothing came of it. It's an inside joke now.

Bertholdt's childhood nickname, "Bear," has stuck to him for life. Only close friends and family use it, though.

Speaking of childhood nicknames, Jean's mom still calls him "Jeanbo." He doesn't mind it much anymore, but it is a little embarrassing. Marco teases him about it all the time, lovingly, though.

Annie and Hitch live a state away, so they don't get to see their friends in person that often, but they do FaceTime a lot.

Bertholdt and his family are all super tall. He's 6'3, his sister is 6'0, and his dad is 6'2. His mom was 5'10.

Connie is Afro-Hispanic. He's also a trans man.

Sasha, Connie, Jean, and Marco all became friends in elementary school after being in the same after-school club. (What was it? Idk, choose.)

Hitch and Marlow are best friends. They did have a crush on each other in middle school, but it wasn't actually a crush. They just didn't know what to label it.

Marco's nickname amongst his friends (Connie and Sasha) is "Freckle Guy."

Colt spends a lot of time taking care of his mom, who has been getting better but is often on bed rest. She hides a lot of her pain from her kids, never wanting to involve them in it. She wants them to be as worry free as possible. She's a very strong woman and I admire her.

Jean hasn't come out to his grandad, Pops, yet. He's a devout Christian man who has talked about his hatred of queer people. Now, Jean isn't religious, but his mom and grandad are. He came out to his mom by accident. It was a drunken confession. She was pretty accepting of him, as she didn't share her father's views.

Marco and Jean often babysit Marco's young cousins. They're great babysitters. Historia and Ymir are like the fun aunts who probably shouldn't be left in charge too long.

Ymir is a chaos agent, and Historia is a chaos enabler.

This is all for now, I'll probably come up with more.

[titanslayyyer]

NIGHTS LIKE THIS. Jean Kirstein. 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 — TRUTH OR DARE

WARNING: Slight NSFW ahead. CNC drinking games with 18+ themes.

chapter one: https://www.tumblr.com/titanslayyyer/754646739748896768/nights-like-this-jean-kirstein?source=share

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The next couple of days went by smoothly, consisting of beach picnics, blunt rotations on your deck and target runs to spend money on essentials for your house and of course the little things that are 100% unnecessary. It’s now Wednesday, and you found yourself fiddling with the strings of your acoustic guitar to escape. 

Your hands are relatively soft, but the pads of your fingers on your left hand are hardened and calloused from hours of playing through sleepless nights.

Heavy strings vibrate under your digits as you pluck and handle the strings, humming incoherent and  improvised lyrics under your breath. 

You’ve been writing music nonstop, trying to perfect one little song that you wrote whilst crying your eyes out in the middle of your childhood bedroom. 

The loss of your sister is worn on the wrist that forms chords on each fret—-  sunken, familiar. . they don’t hurt as much as they used to. Your wrist that tells your fingers to finger the strings ache, wearing your latest heartbreak up your wrist and into your blood, most painful when touched. 

You rest your chin on the upper body of your guitar and bite the interior of your cheek, tapping your foot against the hardwood floor. 

There were still a couple of hours before you would leave for Zeke’s, so you drag yourself across the room and set your six string on it’s folding stand and move to search through your heaps of clothes for something more socially acceptable regarding Isla Vista’s standards.

You leave your room and announce your departure, saying your quick goodbye to Mikasa who was sat at the kitchen counter having a snack. Historia was probably with Ymir. 

Passing the living room, you spot Sasha asleep on the couch bundled up in a thick knit blanket with the walking dead playing at a low volume from the tv.

You laugh at her on your way out the door and step off the front stoop, sticking your airpods into your ears and opening up spotify. You press shuffle on Feeble Little Horses’ profile, and begin to make your 20 minute walk to the campus store where your textbooks and other supplies should have been delivered. 

Once you arrive, you’re thankful to be out of the heat and enter into a cool, air conditioned building that smelled of new carpeting.

The campus store is huge, and pretty busy at this time of day with a handful of students grabbing their last minute supplies before their first day of classes in two days.

You find yourself wandering the different sections of the store, eyes taking in all of the college apparel, rows of stickers and graduation cards, and tapestries of your mascot. 

Walking up to the front cash register, a girl around your age works intensely on her laptop. She has short, wavy blonde hair that would stick out in any crowd. Her head bobs up at the immediate sight of you, and she pushed her device to the side. “Hi! How can I help you?” 

“I’m here to pick up my textbooks and labcoat. I got a text yesterday that they were here.” You say, pressing your thumbs together, and giving her  your name. 

She had a familiar look to you, but you figured that you’ve just seen her some random day while riding your bike to and from classes. Could someone even remember somebody like that?

“Okay! Let me go grab them! I remember seeing your name.” She says, bouncing away. In a moment she returns, placing your textbooks down on the counter with a ‘thump’ and putting your neatly folded labcoat on top of it. “Is that it?” 

“It should be. Thank you so much.” You smile, pulling your backpack off of your shoulder and lifting your supplies into it neatly. The weight might kill you on your walk back home. 

“No problem, really.” She chirps happily, squinting at you a bit. “Y’know, I recognize you from somewhere I just can’t put my finger on it.” 

You laugh softly. “God, that’s exactly what I was gonna say!” 

“Hmm.” She ponders for a moment. “Whats your Instagram?” 

You voice over your handle, pulling your phone out of the back pocket of your shorts and opening up the app to see your newest follow request: bitchyhitchy. “Are you Cassies sister?” 

“Oh, yeah.” Your stomach sank a bit, even though you knew it was coming. 

‘Sorry I didn’t mean to. . rehash. Lilley is my older sister, they were like, best friends.” She says. “I’m Hitch, by the way. It’s great to finally meet you!” 

A smile formed on your face. You can briefly remember their relationship, seeing photos of Cassie and Lilley on nearly every post and every snap she sent you. “I’m y/n It’s really nice to meet you too. Oh- and do you know Annie Leonhart by chance?”

“Mhm! I don’t always see a smile on that girl but she’s great. We aren’t all that close but it’s whatevs.” Hitch laughs, leaning onto the counter. “I recognize you from her instagram, too.” 

“I do too.” You chortle, putting your phone away while thinking back to any of Annie’s stories since she doesn’t post. “She really is nice, just quiet but we don’t mind.”

“You’re a marine biology major, right? I noticed your textbook.” She says, pointing down to your backpack next to you on the floor. “I was going to do that but I switched to chemical biology.” She’s definitely a conversationist, finding something new to latch onto whenever she could. . . but it didn’t matter to you because you quite literally had nowhere to go and nothing to do until later.

“Thats awesome! And yeah. I’m super excited– I’ve been wanting to do this for almost my entire life.” You say, and she smiles. “I’m nervous for some of the biology stuff, though.” 

“Oh, don’t be! Professor Hange is the best here. She’s really cool, too and she does lots of extra credit assignments.” Hitch tells you. 

“Lord knows I’ll need that.” You say with a small sigh, looking back to the person behind you in line and bending down to pick up your backpack and lug it onto your shoulders. “I should get goin’. It was nice to meet you!” 

“Absolutely! You have my instagram, I’ll see you around.” She waves you goodbye, watching as you walk out of the campus store and begin your walk back home to drop off your newly acquired items. 

A vibration in your back pocket calls for your attention, and you pull your phone out to two new messages; one from Sasha in your house groupchat and another from Connie in your direct messages.

You select the notification and open it.

Sashaa <33 

chinese food for early dinner?? mama hungry

milkasa liked this message.

You giggle to yourself, typing back quickly.

Y/n

sounds dope but u cant get drunk on a full stomach :(

Sashaa <33

ujhjj thats what i said early dinner 

Historia Luv! 

sounds good to me ill be back from hanging with Ymir soon

:)))))))))))))

Sashaa <33

i love when we can all agree on something

ill order and we can ride to pick it up since mikasa

is at the gymmmmmm

you liked this message.

You exit out of the groupchat and save reading Connie’s message for later, shoving your phone back in its place and continuing your walk– making sure to put your airpods in so you don’t think too much about the heat and whatever bullshit your friend was usually spitting in a slew of back-to-back texts. 

Out of nowhere, a bicycle and a frame of long brunette hair rushes past you at an alarming speed, causing you to jump back and nearly stumble over yourself. 

“What the fuck, dude?!” You shout angrily as it comes back from down the road, and you notice the face thats sat on the bike. It’s Eren. 

“My bad, ma’am.” He grins, riding circles around you as you try to follow. “Did I scare you?” 

“Shut up.” You hiss, watching closely as his circle tightens so that you don’t actually get run over.

Eren kicks his foot out to stop his bike, gripping onto the handlebars. “Well that’s not very nice.”

“What’s not very nice is you almost killing me.” You tell him.

“You were in my way.” He says with a simple shrug, going back to pedaling rings around you. His speaker dangled from the stem, playing music by Frank Ocean just loud enough for you to hear. 

“Oh, was I?” You raise an eyebrow. “How did you know it was me, anyways?” 

“I didn’t. I just hoped it was.” He tells you.

You stifle a laugh. “That sounds about right. You seem to rely on hope a lot.” 

“I’m a hopeful man with a hopeful plan, Y/n.” Eren rhymes, and you cant help but to cringe. “I was hoping that you would be on your way home so I can offer you a ride.” 

“So, you followed me like a creep is what you’re saying.” You claim.

He shoots you an offended look, using the hair tie on his wrist to tie a section of his hair back into a loose bun.. “How could you speak so ill of me? I’m literally here so you can get home quicker.” 

“That’s still a little weird.” You snicker, putting your hands on your hips. “I’m not so sure if I want a ride now that you’re making yourself seem like a serial killer.” 

“Do you want to continue to walk and risk sunstroke, or what?” He says, cocking his head and standing on the pedals so that you could hop onto the seat of his bike.

“Shut up.” You say, throwing your leg over the seat and wrapping your arms around his torso. 

“That’s what I thought.” He hums, pedaling down the street. This easily turned your normally 20 minute walk into a quick 7 minute bike ride. The tank top he wears flutters a bit with the breeze, wisps of his hair escaping the bun.

As you passed one of your neighbors houses, you spotted Jean– completely shirtless and mowing a lawn while two girls watched him in complete and utter awe. 

The sun beats down onto him– his back, covered in a tattoo of two falcons, soaking in the rays and turning a noticeable tan. Beads of sweat dribble down his forehead and drip onto his chest.

If you weren’t already hot, you’d say you’d felt a heat wave the minute you laid eyes on him. 

You knew he was showing off, he always did. . . but when he looked like that you couldn’t complain. Eren simply scoffs under his breath, knowing damn well that he would do the same thing just for a little bit of pussy. 

You could feel Jeans eyes on you through the darkness of his aviators as you ride past, bending forward to pull the starter cord and get back to work. 

Tearing your eyes away from him once you get too far away to see, you turn your head back to the road ahead. 

After a little bit longer of listening to Erens music, he made a small circle in front of your home before extending the kickstand with his ankle and coming to a halt. 

“See, we made it.” He says.

“I’m surprised you didn’t crash out.” You tease him, dismounting the bike. 

You could no longer feel the warmth of his back, once radiating onto the front of your face since you were so close to him– tits pressed up against his back. 

“So am I, honestly. I need training wheels on this thang.” Eren says, pulling his phone out and pointing the front camera towards you. “Smile.” 

You flip the camera off, and he quickly sends the snap to Connie. “Get the fuck outta here, man. I’ll see you later.” You say, walking towards the front door.

He shouts after you, and you turn back. “Bring lots of alcohol!” 

“Tell that to Zeke!” You reply, watching as he laughs and pedals off towards his own place. 

Eren could be annoying sometimes, but you were glad that you had him in your life. If Sasha hadn’t known him and brought you to his party last year, you wouldn’t have made these years count.

Pushing open the door, you made a bee-line straight to your room. 

The house is completely silent now, and your open window allows in the sounds of seagulls and crashing waves. The built in air conditioning waves against your cheeks while you take your books out and put them on your desk– and your labcoat into your closet.

Walking over to your dresser, you pick out a cd and pop it into the player. . . pressing the play button and then throwing yourself onto your bed.

You hadn’t done that much walking since last year, and your legs were not used to it whatsoever. Hitting the gym was a great idea, but you already got your workout in. 

While laying in your bed, your mind wanders to the upcoming party. 

You hadn’t put yourself out there much since your freshman year, keeping yourself busy by spending time with your friends, working, and taking part in your own hobbies. The last time you did, over the summer, you ended up with the worst heartbreak you’ve experienced. 

There’s still a part of you that almost cries when the subject is touched, but you know you can’t help how head over heels you were for a stupid boy. 

You couldn’t even unsave the Spotify playlist he made you, despite the cover being replaced with a blank wall instead of you in his hat. 

Your eyes flicker to the picture of you and your sister on your nightstand, and a sigh falls from your lips.

Wherever Cassie was, she was probably shouting at you calling you a ‘dumbass bitch!’ hoping you would hear her and come to your senses. 

She would always make fun of your choice of men, and the last one was probably no different. She’d probably be even more upset if she saw the way you looked at Jean earlier today, when she’d be right next to you on the same boat.

Countless of times she told you– “dont fall for a man who doesn’t give a shit about you.” and countless of times you didn’t listen. 

This wasn’t one of those times, because you could care less about Jean and who he takes to bed with him every night.

—

7:30 came, and you and Historia are getting ready in your shared bathroom. “Summer Love” by Justin Timberlake plays on the speaker, Sasha and Mikasa sneaking in to steal products every now and then.

You’re dressed in light grey sweatpants, a tiny black top that could be classified as a bra and your tennis shoes. You didn’t want to be uncomfortable, but of course you needed to look good. 

“Where the fuuuck are my SHOES?” Sasha yells, speed-walking around the entire house and passing by your door around 50 times, all while you’re trying your best to stay focused. You’re drawing Historia’s eyeliner on as she had done for you, long and sharp. 

She knew it would be gone by the end of the night, but she still wanted to look good for Ymir who would also be attending the party, so you don’t blame her. 

“You guys ready?” Mikasa asks, popping her head into the bathroom and snapping her small blush container shut. 

“Yes ma’am.” You reply, shutting your eyeliner up and moving away from Historia to allow her to jump down from the counter.

Quickly, you run to your room and grab your purse you bring with you whenever you go out, especially to a party—- small enough to fit your phone, keys, and your thin wallet with your debit card and a little bit of cash. 

When everyone is situated, you shut off the lights to the house and the four of you women walk out to your jeep and get in. In the front seat, you throw one of your hoodies from the passenger seat all the way to the trunk without fail and start up the engine with a sputter then a pretty purr. 

You turn on the radio and roll all the windows down, pulling out of your driveway and riding down the street.

The house is an unfortunate 20 minutes away from campus, but with the amount of bodies that are there on your snapmap, you knew nobody minded.

This was thanks to the sophisticated DD role someone in a friend group took on (for the most part.)

Zeke’s street is dimly lit by scattered lamp posts and his home is quite luxurious, hidden in the forest-y hills of Santa Barbara. 

Cars are parked all around his governors driveway, Zeke’s white porsche among them with a group of kids sitting on the hood– one of two of his vehicles. 

College students of all ages file in and out of the house, chatting near the door sipping liquid from red solo cups. 

You let the girls get out of the car while you found a place to park a little bit down the road, since there was little to no room anywhere near everybody else. 

You can hear the loud music playing from inside the house as you walk back, passing by a group of senior basketball boys who look you up and down. 

The minute you stepped foot through the front door, strong smells of marijuana and alcohol fill your nose and overstimulate your senses. There are people all over the house as per usual, a significant amount packed into the living room and kitchen.

Handfuls of familiar faces are among you as well as the ones you’ve never seen in your life as you walked through the house to locate your friends, mind swimming through thick waves on anticipation.

“Yo, Y/n! Over here.” You hear somebody call your name, and see Reiner, a couple of feet away with Armin and Bertholdt. Annie sits below them, sat on the hearth of the fireplace and taking a long hit of her elfbar without another care in the world. 

You walk over, receiving your fair share of dap-ups, while Bert gives you a friendly hello. “Whats up, Rei. I haven’t seen you around much.” 

He laughs. “Work ‘nd gym.” He says simply, taking a sip of his Smirnoff– poured into a cup rather than drinking straight from the bottle, which he’s done shamelessly. 

“It’s like he doesn’t know anything else.” Annie smirks.

“Can a man not enjoy the grind?” He asks, and Armin looks at him with a raised eyebrow.

Bert chimes in. “We aren’t saying that, we’re just saying that you’re gonna be real upset when you injure your tendon.” 

“I’m not gonna fuck up a tendon.” Reiner scoffs, opening up his phone.

“Go ahead and keep believin’ that, bud.” Armin sneers.

“Do you think he even knows what that is?” Annie whispers with a small laugh, nudging you with the side of her elbow. . . a valid question. 

“Absolutely not.” You chuckle, shaking your head and motioning for her to pass the vape to you– which she hands you nonchalantly.

You hum, taking a hit of the strawberry-banana disposable and turning your head to exhale the smoke before handing it back to Annie below you. 

“Where’s Zeke tonight, ay?” You ask, looking around the crowded house with zero view of the bearded man anywhere. 

“You know him– always on the move.” Bertholdt says, rolling his eyes. He towers over all of you guys quite scarily– wearing a size 14 shoe, the largest on the basketball team and probably one of the most skilled.

Zeke, on the other hand, was truly a character. He has a life that even Eren knows little about, but chooses not to question him. 

Needless to say, he’s a very private man.

When he’s not in Santa Barbara and giving up his house to rowdy teenagers, he’s cruising down the coast on the way to another business trip. 

“As always.” Armin hums, arms in their usual crossed position. 

There was a bit of senseless chatting between the five of you before your name is yelled by Sasha from across the room. She’s racing towards you, giving you no time to react when she clashes into your side and pulls you away from your conversation without saying a single word. 

Sasha speaks sincerely, putting both of her hands onto your shoulders and holding them firmly. “Y/n, I just met the most amazing guy. I think he’s my soulmate. You HAVE to meet him.” 

“Oh, yeah, y/n, where have you been? Would you like a drink?” You tease, and she shakes her head.

“Sorry, I love you! I’m a lil’ bit excited.” She says, pulling you to her side as she begins walking out of the living room.

You smile, throwing your arm around her shoulder and looking to her. “I can tell. So, whose this soulmate?” 

“His name is Niccolo and he’s a fuckin’ Greek God, bro.” She says a bit quietly as you went through the open glass doors and into the large backyard. 

“Okay, then.” You reply a bit curiously. 

There’s a small patio with a seating area and a grill, decorated with an array of native plants. 

A large pool with a built in hottub sits right in the center, the back wall overlooking the brief wilderness surrounding his house and almost all of Santa Barbara from Goleta down to the Mesa. 

A blanket of the deepest blue covers the sky now, scattered stars twinkling when you look up. 

When you turn the corner, there’s a group of guys and girls sat in wicker chairs around a firepit and you know almost immediately which one is him.

“Niccolo! This is my best friend, Y/n.” Sasha says happily, and he stands up so she can speak into his ear. “She’s the one who makes killer margaritas.” 

“Better than me?” He chuckles, extending a hand for you to take– which you do. “I’m not sure about that.”

“Better than you, at least.” You wink, looking over to Sasha who beams besides him. 

He has wavy blonde hair that falls a bit messily onto his forehead, and a light sunburn that brushes the tips of his cheeks from being in the sun too long. 

Niccolos’ arms are tanned and toned, he sports a UCSB Gauchos swim team shirt and a dogtag hanging round his neck.

You could see why Sasha had fallen head-over-heels so quickly, though she seemed to be crushing on a new guy nearly everyday– whether he’s located right here in Santa Barbara and she spotted him riding his bike down the street, or a man she found from Europe on Tinder. 

Despite this, Sasha wouldn’t dare be caught dead as a hopeless romantic. You’ll find her chasing a party bus, but never a man who isn’t worth her time. 

In this case? You weren’t sure what to expect. 

Sometimes she’s too friendly.

“Can i get you two drinks?” Niccoloo asks, clasping his hands together behind his back. 

“God, yes.” Sasha groans, hooking onto his arm. “You comin’, Y/n?” 

“Absolutely.” You say, following the two of them as they walk. 

He escorts her as if she were a princess, and she can’t help but look back at you and mouth ‘oh my god!’ You laugh under your breath, sneaking through packed-together bodies on your way back to the kitchen where less people are all mashed together. 

There are bottles of all sorts spread across the kitchen counter, as well as stacks of multicolored solo cups and a bowl of spiked punch in the corner. 

Boxes of different canned liquors are shoved into the trashcan, and party shooters lined up neatly.

If you were being honest, the Jaegers’ have really outdone themselves this time. 

You pour yourself a cup of Malibu Rum Pink Lemonade while Sasha and Niccolo talk away besides you, somehow finding something to yap about every four and a half minutes with you chiming in whenever you could. 

Your phone suddenly vibrated in your pocket, and you lower your cup from your lips to see who it was from. 

1 new message from Eren

You tap on the notification and type in your passcode, looking at the quickly sent message.

Eren

beer pong ur on my team hurry 

sent with echo

You tap Sasha on the shoulder, and she turns to look at you– staring at the text as you show her. She smirks. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

“Lets go, then.” You say, pressing and hold the text to like it before shoving the phone back into your pocket and dragging Sasha with you– Niccolo close behind. 

You and Sasha quickly squeeze through people at a small jog to get outside where a small crowd has gathered to watch beer pong, set up on the lawn on top of an old surfboard of Zeke’s. Connie is sat a little further back between the two of them to spectate the match on a barstool to play the role of a referee with Armin at his side. 

Eren stands at one end dripping wet, pouring bud light into each of the 16 cups on his side. He spots you, and motions you over. “There you are.”

“You think I’m gonna miss this?” You raise an eyebrow and he laughs.

“I know you too well.” He says with a grin. 

You had played with and against each other at about 20 different beer pong matches last year, not once passing up on the opportunity you favored over any other. 

“Sasha, you wanna be on our team?” You ask, and she nods excitedly.

“Uhm, duh.” She says, walking over to you two. “Niccolo, what about you?” 

“I’ll just watch.” He says, putting his hand on her shoulder as he passes by to go stand near Connie.. 

Armin quickly jumps in, shouting to be heard and fist-bumping Eren. “I’m playing!” 

The pair of them were school-wide beer pong champions, and were currently on the longest winning streak that anyone at UCSB had ever seen. This has gone so far that they were even gifted 3d printed medals for the “tournament” last May. 

Across the surfboard, Jean Kirstein of all people stands with a sneer on his face, tossing a ping pong ball from one hand to another. He keeps his eyes on you just like he did earlier today while mowing the lawn. 

You hadn’t even seen him around the house, and you know damn well you would’ve noticed that face. 

“Let’s get this shit started, shall we?” Connie announces loudly, gaining everybodys attention from your teams to the small crowd of spectators. “Ahem. Team one lead by Eren is Armin, Y/n and Sasha. . . Team two, lead by Jean, is Historia, Reiner, and Mikasa.” 

He then goes on to explain the rules; each player on their team must take a shot until all cups are gone, ball goes in? cup is removed. If you miss you get a redemption throw and so on. 

“Can we get a move on?!” a voice yells, and Connie stands up to shout back profanities before sitting back down on his stool.

“Fuck you all. Here’s a quarter.” Connie says, digging through his back pocket and tossing the coin to Jean. 

“Remember! If you make a shot, you have to pick a truth or dare card for your opponent! They are not for the faint of heart! If you bitch, you have to suffer my choice of punishment.” Connie announces.

He holds up a stack of cards, a variety of truths and dares shuffled into the mix as Eren and Jean close in on each other and shake hands. 

“Where’ve you been, man? Dipping on your friends for some pussy?” Eren says harshly, playfully referencing to his absence at your recent get-togethers for a local hookup. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Jean says with a look of contempt, claiming heads.

“I just think there are some more important things.” Eren says with a shrug of his shoulders and claiming tails. In a moment, they flip. 

The quarter seems to turn in the air for hours, all eyes on the little piece of silver copper. 

The tension in the backyard is high, and all hearts seem to stop thumping as it falls in the palm of Eren’s hand. 

He slowly uncups his hand and reveals the quarter: tails facing the sky. 

“Thats too bad.” Eren pouts mockingly to Jean, flipping the coin on his thumb and catching it only to toss it to one of his friends standing nearby. 

Eren steps up to the board across from Mikasa who watches intensely.

He picks up a ping pong ball and eyes the cups in font of him, situating the tiny object between his ringed fingers. It takes him a moment, but soon enough the ball is tossed in an arc.

Mikasa’s grey eyes watch as it falls into one of her cups and spins around the sides. 

Shes quick to bend down and try to blow it out of the cup, but fails with a groan. 

Your team cheers, and he quickly makes his second throw which goes into one of the cups with ease.

Eren receiving a round of high fives as he steps over to Connie to pick out a card. He chooses one from the stack and reads it aloud. “Truth. What is the weirdest sexual request you’ve received?” 

Mikasa can’t help but giggle as she downs the first her drinks. “Any footjob request. Fuckin’ freaks.” She shares with you all, the sound of laughter slicing through the thick air. 

She moves to pick up her own ping pong ball, steadies her elbow and makes a quick and easy toss into your teams first cup, missing.

Her second turn was a success, bouncing off of the surfboard and into one of the cups closest to her.  Mikasa hits a quick victory pose and walks over to pick a shuffled card. 

“Truth. What is the most desperate thing you’ve done in order to get laid?” She reads, throwing her palm over her mouth, and Eren’s face goes blank. 

“Yo who chose this fuckin’ game.” Eren says as he drinks the contents of the cup. “I’m not answering that shit. Hell no.” 

“Are you bitching out, Jaeger?” Jean says with a smug look on his face.

“Fuck off.” Eren growls back. In his mind, the alcohol is worth bitching for a time like this.

“Are you gonna take a shot or have a random dare picked by me?” Connie asks him, shuffling through a couple of dare cards. 

“Get me another one.” He replies, watching the boy with the buzz-cut carefully. 

“‘Kay, then. Go ahead and unzip the pants of your co-player using your teeth for us, Eren.” He says, showing Eren the very real card.

“Oh, easy.” Eren says, walking over to Mikasa who can’t look at him without beginning to laugh, even as he gets down on his knees in front of her. 

“This is fuckin’ wild dude.” Mikasa laughs, holding her drink in the air as he hooks his teeth onto the zipper of her dark black cargo shorts and lowers himself to the grass.

Once Mikasa’s shorts are completely unzipped, Eren jumps up and receives a fist-bump from the woman. “I’ll give it to you because I could never.” 

“Thanks.” Eren says with a thumbs up. 

“Get it, I guess.” Historia says with a look of confusion, looking to Mikasa who walks back to her. 

Next up at the surfboard is Sasha versus Reiner.

“Ladies first.” Reiner says, allowing Sasha to make the first shot. She picks up the ping pong ball and checks her form before bouncing the ball off of the board and into a cup with a splash. 

“Fuck yeah!” You shout, and she turns to you to give you a harsh two-handed high-five. 

Reiner has a scowl on his face across the board as he drinks his first cup.

Sasha picks up her second ball and backs up a couple steps before easily throwing her arm forward and landing her ball in one of the cups as if it were nothing.

“Light work.” She says proudly, closing her eyes and tracing her hands over the cards before picking one– Dare. “Reiner, Finish your drink without using your hands.” 

“Shit.” Reiner says with a shrug, moving to pick his drink up using his teeth. He slowly tilts his head back, letting the beer throw down his throat with ease. He swallows hard and fast, hands firm on his hips. 

A couple people wolf whistle at him and cheer, and his drink is finished when he spits the cup out onto the ground and flexes his large biceps. 

“Damn, Reiner. What that mouth do?” Connie teases, plastic whistle inbetween his lips. “That’s 4 for Erens’ team, 1 for Jeans’ team. A little embarrassing if you ask me.” 

Reiner steps up to the board and scoops up the ball in his large hands. 

Behind him, Jean is eyeing down some girls who are dancing inside and paying little to no attention to what was happening in the game at the current moment. He’s practically eyefucking them. 

You roll your eyes and focus in on Reiner, who shoots a laser-shot. 

The ball bounces off of a couple of cup rims and Sasha is quick to finger it out of the cup and toss it back into the air and into yet another one of your opponents cups. Reiner exclaims. “The fuck?!” 

“Game is game, Reiner. Drink that hoe!” You shout to him. 

“She can’t do that!” He argues, looking to Connie. 

“Well, the rules don’t exactly say you can’t.” Connie says with furrowed brows, already looking up Sasha’s sneak attack on r/beerpong.  “Uhm. You get to go again regardless.” 

“Fuck you, that was fair.” Sasha huffs under her breath, moving back to watch Reiner re-take his shot. 

His arc is more smooth than the last, but bounces off a rim and onto the ground. “Hah!” Sasha exclaims, pointing fingers at him. 

Reiner shakes his head and moves back, look of defeat on his face. 

“I’m still gonna drink, though.” Sasha says happily, taking a long drink from her cup and handing it to Niccolo who holds it as if it were precious gold. 

“My turn.” You hum, sipping some of your rum and using your free hand to pick up the ball and adjust your elbow just behind the edge of the surface for a clean toss. 

Jean was now out of his trance, tongue in cheek while he watches you slowly lean your arm back and then flick it forward to make your shot. 

You had hit it with a fastball shot, but it hit the rim and bounced back onto the surface. You curse yourself. 

“Yikes.” Jean smirks, watching as you collect your next ball and prepare yourself– shooting him a glare in the meantime. You quickly take your chance to toss the ball into once of the center cups, beer splashing into other cups. 

“There we go!” Armin cheers, him and Sasha going in for high-fives. 

Across the surfboard, Jean picks up the full cup and drinks without saying another word. 

You bounce over to Connie to pick your card. “Dare. Take a body shot from your co-player, who will return the action. Others decide from where.” Reading this out loud physically hurt you, and you couldn’t help but cringe. 

With the help of spinthewheel.io on Connie’s phone and an array of body parts, the chest is chosen and you walk over to the bar to grap the salt, lime, bottle of tequila and shotglass.

“Fuck it.” Jean says simply, picking up the lime and squeezing the sticky juice down your sternum– efficiently shaking the salt onto the same spot before looking into your eyes. “Ready?” 

“Mhm.” You say sweetly, putting the thick lime inbetween your teeth ‘nd granting him access to your neck. 

He lowers his head below yours, pressing his tongue onto the soft skin and licking a slow strip upwards to taste all that he can. 

Jean doesn’t dare tear his eyes away from yours as he takes his shot of Tequila.

His eyes are soon to flutter shut as he leans into your lips to take suck and bite on the lime. . his own lips touch yours, the whole half of the lime in his mouth while he makes out with you for a brief moment before pulling away and spitting the lime onto the ground. He bites his lower lip and looks at you. “Your turn.” 

You hum in response, sticking the lime halfway out of your lips. You fill up your shotglass and glance up at Jean who watches you intently.

You take the lime and squeeze it upove his chest, watching the juice slide down his skin. You then pick up the salt and shake it onto the juice, diving in to lick a devious stripe up his upper body. 

The shot you take is bitter and leaves a taste in your mouth, but you still go ahead and take a bite of the lime– sucking on it for a moment before taking it and spitting it into the grass as he did. 

You look back to the surfboard and then to Jean, mocking him innocently. “Your turn.” 

“That was fuckin’ hot.” Sasha says to you quietly as you walk back to your side, and you chuckle. “Jean knows it.”

“He’s a manwhore.” You shrug, watching as Jean effortlessly makes a perfect first shot into one of your cups– his form is perfect and his back stays straight, not blinking once until his shot is overwith. 

His next is just as good, resulting in the removal of two cups of beer that you drink one after the other. 

“Too tipsy yet?” Jean teases you, picking out a card. 

You scoff. “Not enough to bitch out against you.” 

“I didn’t say you would.” He says, looking down at the text. “Stand against a wall and let a female co-player frisk you thoroughly.” 

The game went on for another 45 minutes, and your team was successful in the end, winning without a struggle. . . and shit had really gone down with the truth or dare cards. For now, you can say that Sasha and Reiner were the luckiest of the bunch

Once the game was over, another group of guys had taken over the surfboard and your group of friends scattered elsewhere, the lot of you filing into and filling the kitchen. 

As Jean implied earlier you’re now feeling the tipsiness. 

You currently found yourself listening to Sasha talk loudly to be heard against the counter where you only drank more with her, surrounded by friends and strangers.

Jean and Eren stand nearby snapping quick pictures and laughing with one another while cracking open two beers with an opener on Jean’s keychain. 

You had initially thought that he was goodlooking, but once you were up close and tasting him you knew that you thought correctly. 

Disregarding his attitude, he’s incredibly worth looking at and even better when he’s acknowledging youre there.

You had barely seen him around since saturday night when you first met him. When you friend group was altogether he would either stay and leave early or not show up at all, blaming it on work.

Connie had snitched to you that it was because some of the girls whose lawns he would mow would often invite him in to fuck around some, especially when their boyfriends weren’t around. 

There were little things you learned about him by talking to him yourself, and a few of the deeper things you knew of from talk through your group despite the fact it’s none of your business. 

Drinking your rum, you can’t help but watch Jean and Eren from afar as you’re supposed to be listening to Sasha– Erens eyes darting between you and Jean as he talks.

He says something to Jean that makes him turn his whole head towards you, and you quickly look away. 

Was he seriously just gonna namedrop like that? He couldn’t be. 

“Ever since Crow you’ve been like, boring.” Sasha says, and the use of that name alone brings you back to the present in an instant. 

“Huh?” You ask, grip on your cup tightening slightly at the mention of the ex. 

“Not boring, sorry. I’m just saying you’ve gotta push some personal boundaries if you wanna fall in love again.” She corrects herself, cocking her head to the side. 

“I’m not really looking for anything serious, and definitely not to fall in love.” You laugh softly. “Since when are you all about falling in love?” 

“I’m not. You just had it pretty rough and I don’t think you’ve been the same since.” She tells you.

“I guess.” You say. You definitely don’t feel the same since the breakup, but you were still confused on Sasha’s point. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” She yawns. “We need to get you on some dick, that’s what i say.” 

“Shut the fuck up!” You laugh and so does she, leaning into you to rest her head on your shoulder. 

“What?! It’s nature’s medicine!” She giggles, and you raise an eyebrow at her.

“Don’t ever say that again.” You snicker, putting your hand over your mouth. 

“A one night stand is nature’s medicine, I’m tellin’ you babe.” Sasha stands her ground, bringing her cup to her lips and drinking. 

“I’ll think about it.” You shrug.

“Boooo.” Sasha groans. “Let’s go dance.” 

“That’s fine by me.” You say, allowing sasha to take your hand and guide you to the crowd. 

[ficain1-ficain]

🕊️💏

[andreaheartscats]

yall i'm so gonna break your hearts with aot angst 😜

[wranri-hallon]

Attack on Titan Sexuality + Gender Headcanons

Marley characters Part 1/2

Calvi is a straight cisman who goes by he/him pronouns

Colt Grice is a heteroflexible cisman who goes by he/they pronouns

Dina Fritz is a straight ciswoman who goes by she/her pronouns

Eren Krüger is a gay cisman who goes by he/him pronouns

Grisha Jäger is a straight cisman who goes by he/him pronouns

Gross is a straight cisman who goes by he/him pronouns

Karina Braun is a straight ciswoman who goes by she/her pronouns

Lara Tybur is a lesbian ciswoman who goes by she/her pronouns

Niccolo is a straight cisman who goes by he/him pronouns

Pieck Finger is a grayromantic, lesbian ciswoman who goes by she/they/it pronouns

[wnrrrarr]

У моей дамочки @kerrigan363 недавно было дэ рэ 🎉

Вот с такой атмосферкой,которую я и ей устроила

Эрен и все по AoT кст съедобное,нашла на ВБ и Йегер был,конечно же,первым съеден начиная с головы,хехе

А торт я без раздумий взяла этот,ибо это название и мне уже было все равно на его характеристики …ИДЕАЛЬНО!!!

[confused-and-queer]

Went to Pride today and got complimented on my Eren Jaeger tattoo ☺️

I can die peacefully now

[ca-ravaggio]

EREN GÜVERCIN as MANASSE HERBST and NICOLO PASETTI as GOTTFRIED VON CRAMM in Eldorado: Everything the Nazis Hate (2023)

[crying-in-the-stars]

LETS FUCJING GO ATTACK ON TITAN IN FORTNITE

[eli0004]

AoT characters as random out of context quotes my friends said this week

I’m thinking about doing these every Sunday because I have a list of them in my notes app that I organize by week.

“I would suffer and die for a taco right now.” -Sasha Braus

“Don’t look at me I have autism!” -Armin Arlert

“If I have chlamydia does that mean I’m dick-sick?” -Hange Zoë

“Is that a cockroach? I will shit myself and die.” -Levi Ackerman

“I would, but he gets too much attention from women, I like my men pathetic.” -Annie Leonhart

*in the voice of despair* “I’M AN OLIVE! I’M AN UN-PITTED OLIVE!” -Armin Arlert

“I want to stand with the LGBTQ+ community, but what if they’d rather sit down?” -Reiner Braun

“But she do have bones tho.” Connie Springer

“Is the mascara really better than sex though? Sex doesn’t flake off into your eyeballs…unless they miss.” -Mikasa Ackerman

“Oh no…my feelings are all over my Gucci shirt.” -Jean Kirstein

“How is she gobble-gobbling like that? It looks dangerous.” -Eren Yeager

“The twisted tea is tasting like twisted pee pee” -Connie Springer

“FOLD MY KITCHEN TOWEL, FOLD MY….FOLD…….FOLLLLLD” -Levi Ackerman

[imsojuliaa]

・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・. 🎀．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.

One of my favorite parts of aot is the way that’s Isayama writes the his characters in aot, that weren’t straight, white, or male.

I know all of this SHOULD be the standard so I am praising nothing but I truly believe it’s a step in the right direction!!

Aot passed all 3 sections of bechtel test and there is no sexualization any of his female characters. He writes powerful, strong, complex female characters. Mikasa, while a big part of her being her attachment to Eren, is able to over come that and eventually was the one who ended his life. Along with that she genuinely IS one of the strongest, and sickass characters like YES LAWRD. Sasha’s scene where she fought off a tian with nothing other than a bow and an axe, The FEMALE Titan being one of the strongest, Yimir’s Titan scene. Historia imo is the closest possible thing we get to maybe a character written to cater more to men (But then you also get the bomb dropped that she’s lesbian so obviously she isn’t LMAOO) But she even gets one of the coolest odm scenes in the show and is able to escape the grasp of her father and land the final blow to kill him. In both of these characters you see the theme that women don’t need men to be strong. Which is so amazing to see in anime, because I feel like mysoginy is imbedded in so many cultures, especially Japan’s. Isayama the man you areeee

I also love how there are multiple main characters that are canonically LGBTQ+, that exsist without being sexualized/fetishized. Historia and Yimir are a cannon WLW couple never are they written as fanservice to male fans. I also think Hange is great genderfluid representation. The use of he/him and she/her pronouns used for them so causally is the best way to go about writing a LGBTQ+ character imo. I feel like integrating LGBTQ+ characters like Hange into stories, while also making them just as complex as the straight characters is awesome bc bigots just close their minds immediately when the first thing they learn about a character is that they aren’t straight.

Onyonkapon is such a perfect character and His character design is so perf (that man is FINE AS HELL) without stigmatizing the Black community (COUGH COUGH ONE PEICE HELLO) But I know it’s not even their fault as Japan doesnt really have a black population. But still is that a good excuse? I don’t really know and it’s not my place to say. And Levi and Mikasa being the strongest soldiers is cool to me too. Even in anime I feel like Japanese people themselves write to be inferior to white people even in their own media. Like Banana Fish for example. Idk that’s just something i observed in Banana fish, but idk I have consumed enough anime/manga to truly make that statement so actually lmk on that one!

Whole lot of yap I just love aot so much it is the best piece of fiction I have even consumed.

[lucysarah-c]

Hi ik you’re not taking requests but could you share what you think the canon aot characters would think about gay people?

Hi, dear! How are you?

I feel so giggly when people ask for my opinion on topics; I don't know why. So, I'll take a minute from my birthday to reply!

This is such a good question, and I'll do my best to respond respectfully as someone who isn't part of the LGBTQ+ community. I would say that overall, most characters of AoT, or at least the ones we know well (not like the civilians inside the walls), wouldn't "mind it." For example, I don't believe Erwin, Levi, Hange, Eren, Mikasa, Jean, etc., would mind it or be homophobic. I'll summarize the upcoming rant with a quote I heard once and feel encapsulates my view of the AoT characters:

"The woke of today are the fascists of tomorrow."

It's true. Everything you fight for today to normalize, to create awareness, etc., will hopefully be granted in a few years. Society will evolve, and the new generations will think we are "close-minded" to a certain degree. There will always be homophobic and misogynistic people across generations, but probably one kid or two will call us out in a couple of years. This is great because it means society is learning.

With that said, when I get asked, "Would Levi be misogynistic? Would Levi or Erwin be homophobic?" I always think, "They wouldn't… for their period's standards." I don't think the society within the walls is very open-minded by 2024 standards. Even in my own fic, I write that homosexuality is banned inside the walls, which was the case in many countries until not long ago. In some places, it still happens. Even in societies like Korea, being homosexual isn't "illegal," but you could lose your job if your boss finds out. I follow a YouTuber from Spain who does vlogs about his life in Korea, and he's gay. He has to keep his relationship with his boyfriend secret because his Korean boyfriend could lose his job and family if people found out.

It's extremely sad that people can't live their lives proudly and loudly because of this, but it's a reality even nowadays. So, I don't really think being open about your sexual orientation if you're not a cis heterosexual person would be safe inside the walls.

Now, do I think that AoT characters are homophobic? No. The only characters that come to mind who might be openly homophobic, based on the vibes they give me (not on panels or canon proof, just my feelings), are Folch, Porco, Zackly (because he's an old man), and Zeke. Zeke would probably pretend that he doesn't care but be really homophobic deep down and maybe even use it against someone.

The rest, I don't feel they would be homophobic. Maybe they would make some uncool comments, but mostly out of ignorance rather than hate, like maybe Jean. On the other hand, I do feel like they wouldn't have a 2024 approach to the topic, especially the men. I'm not saying women can't be homophobic, but historically, women and homosexuals have had a more "ally" relationship.

I think this is also due to misogyny. I can see AoT guys being like, "Yeah, we're cool with it… as long as I'm not the one that guy is into," or "As lond as nobody thinks I AM gay," which is a very usual approach for men. They fear other men being into them because men are deep down scared of being treated or seen as they treat women. Men often see gay men as "lacking masculinity," which has nothing to do with it but is usually correlated for heterosexual men. Especially in military settings, barracks, shared showers, locker talks, etc., men are supposed to be "men's environments." Particularly in the scouts, as they are all outcasts of society and very few in number. If they got picky about who they decided to get involved with, they would halve their numbers.

In conclusion, I feel like most of the AoT characters wouldn't mind at all. They might not be open about their sexuality because of societal prejudice, but their opinion about it wouldn't be as "supportive" as many of us are these days.

Thank you so much for your ask! I hope this somehow answers the question!