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apollostears · 3 years ago

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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁 [ 𝐫. 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧 ]

↠︎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↠︎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 + 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟. 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐡𝐜/𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 worshipped your pussy to the highest heavens. He thanked every god for giving him someone like you. After a long day of conditioning, practice, and games, Reiner just loves to come and bury his face into your wet pussy. His beard shining with your cum and a dopey smile on his face.

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 who always has to have you right before a game. claiming your pussy is a good luck charm and your juices are the fountain he prays in.

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 shows off his strength when he grabs you by the waist to push you up higher against the lockers. your hands gripping his hair as his nose nudges your clit while his tongue fucks your hole. your moans poorly sedated in the spacious locker room where his teammates are just moments from entering.

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 can’t help himself from moaning happily into your pussy each time you cum for him. they come out like a prayer to the gods for giving you to him. for blessing him with such good pussy.

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 has his fill after you’ve cum three times and then he’s pulling out his thick dick from his pants, all wet and hard from pleasuring you. his head twitching in anticipation as he moans from the air kissing his neglected tip. “can i, baby?” he’ll whine, hand slowly stroking his aching cock, more precum dribbling out and down his shaft. and when you whimper out a small ‘yes’, reiner’s wasting no time in sitting on the bench and pulling you on top of him.

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 squeezes his eyes shut to prevent himself from cumming the moment your walls fit around his cock. you feel so good and hot and wet all because of him. his cock having a nice home inside of you. his big hands, rough with calluses, slip under your pleated skirt to spread your ass cheeks and sink you all the way down on him.

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 immediately bounces you on his cock, pussy drunk on how amazing you feel around him. how your walls clench and squeeze him tightly. a high pitch whine comes from his lips when you squeeze around his tip as he’s bringing you back up.

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 mutters praises as he’s fucking you. his thighs quivering as he thanks you for allowing him to breed you. to claim you as his just before a game. you moan in response, too enamored by his thrusts to even properly give an answer. reiner’s cock was made for you.

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 who only cums after you do, loving the way you squeeze him tighter as shocks travel through your body from the pleasure. he enjoys the feeling for a second before his hips are stuttering and he’s cumming deep inside of you, a filthy moan coming from him as his seed fills you up.

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 lets you sit on his cock for a moment, basking in the post-sex atmosphere before gathering the plug he kept on hand for moments like this. “wan’ta see my cum leak out my pussy after the game. gonna fill you up again.” he’ll promise.

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 who’s chest swells with pride when he catches his teammates listening in on you getting fucked so shamelessly as you slide by them all with a bit of a limp. that was his pussy and he’d let the world know all about it.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. trying a new set up!!!! <3 really love me some reiner, especially s4 reiner and i just had to write for him.

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fuwushiguro · 3 years ago

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Sink Or Swim, Or You Drown

Day Twenty-Five: Threesome | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Zeke Yeager x f!reader x Reiner Braun Genre: Smut Notes: baseball player!Zeke has me in a chokehold every day of the week Warnings: 18+, consensual sex, threesome (duh), manipulation, fingering, oral (m+f receiving), vaginal penetration, spit roast, gas lighting, degradation, praise, sub drop. Words: 3.8k

Your boyfriend was awestruck when you told him you’d won a competition. ‘You? You won something? You’ve never won anything in your life!’ Reiner teased when you filled him in. And it wasn’t something stupid either like an eyeshadow palette or a clothes voucher for an Instagram boutique. He was definitely more excited than you about it. He was tearing up, actually. How the fuck did you win a meet and greet with the Zeke Yeager? His favourite baseball player! He was yours, too, although you didn’t care for the sport as much. Reiner is satisfied enough when you tell him you don’t remember entering the contest; you enter so many after all.

So, you spent the morning getting ready together to go to the game. He couldn’t stop telling you how nervous he was, aren’t you nervous too? No, you’re not. This isn’t as big a deal for you as it is for him, you suppose. You were sent a care package along with your tickets. Some fun merch. Zeke signed a jersey for you with his number and surname on the back. You wore it proudly along with a matching baseball cap. You weren’t too sure about the foam finger, but your boyfriend was more than happy to wear it.

“This is surreal, it’s like a dream come true.” Reiner tells you.

“Yeah,” you smile. “Zeke certainly is special, isn’t he?”

Reiner holds your hand tightly as you arrive to the stadium. He is more than aware of the effect you have on men, but he isn’t threatened. You chose him after all. But he wants to make it very known that he is the one you are with. You’re his girl.

He thinks you do it on purpose, sometimes. He isn’t threatened but he doesn’t let you forget who you belong to either. Is that why you’re twirling your tongue around a red lollipop all sweet ‘n innocent? Makin’ him nice ‘n hard so he’ll fuck you like a monster later? He ogles you as you waltz through the metal detectors. Your hips swaying in your tiny denim shorts, and Christ you look tasty in that cute jersey. It’s a little oversized and still shows off your best assets perfectly.

He thinks you look so sexy, albeit a little boyish, with your new baseball cap on backwards. And the pigtails? Really? At your big age?

What are you trying to do to him?

He takes your hand again and guides you through the stadium. You’re heading in the direction of the seats, eager to get comfortable and enjoy the game together. The pitch is empty, he’s anxious. Hell, you’re anxious. It’s been a while since you went to a game, high school, actually. Your ex-boyfriend was a pitcher, naturally, a fact you opt to keep hidden from Reiner.

He tugs on your pigtails lightly and teases you. A hand is placed carefully on the plush flesh of your exposed thigh; he can’t stop himself from telling you how fuckable you look. He considers Zeke a role model, but he’s sure Zeke will be looking up to him when he realises he’s bagged such a cute piece of ass.

The stadium erupts when the teams come out onto the pitch. You’re scanning through Zeke’s team, the Titans, trying to spot where he is. Reiner grabs your chin and guides your eyes. There he is. Looking so cool and nonchalant. He knows he’s good, he knows he’s the best. Reiner starts whooping and clapping as everyone takes their positions on the field. He puts his foam finger on in preparation of supporting his team.

You look at the jumbotron; it’s zoomed in on Zeke’s face. Is he chewing… gum? He looks so cocky. Fuck him for knowing what a rare talent he is. A smile brews on his face as he continues chewing. His glasses have fallen down his nose ever so slightly; but he pushes them back up with ease using one finger on his left hand. He’s still looking at himself on the big screen. And he winks. It’s short and quick before he turns to converse with his team.

You feel silly.

Reiner hasn’t noticed the way you’re squeezing your thighs together and wriggling around in your seat.

How humiliating. He wasn’t even looking at you, not really. But it felt so personal.

That smile was specifically for you. That wink was sent to you.

The atmosphere was electric. The game was incredibly close, your body hairs were standing on end as goosepimples formed across your anxious skin. You don’t think you’ve been this invested in a sport… ever. Reiner held you close to him as you waited with bated breath for the game to end.

Your heart was beating in your mouth. Your tongue was quite literally pulsating and you didn’t dare take a breath. Fighting off the urge to blink was impossible; but you suspect everyone in the stadium feels the same. Nobody wants to risk missing a single second.

Especially with Zeke’s fastball technique.

The stadium exploded in cheers. The deepest sound you’ve ever heard erupted from your boyfriend. And are you actually crying?

They won. The Titans won. Zeke won.

How could you have doubted him for a second?

Reiner brings you close to him. He giggles when he sees the shimmering streaks of drying tears on your cheeks. He pulls you in for an emotional, ardent kiss. You come away from each other with excitable smiles on your faces. He’s staring at your teary eyes, they’re so damp and sparkly. He uses two thumbs in an attempt to wipe away the tears you’ve shed.

“Gonna ruin your makeup baby. You worked so hard on it too,” he explains, his soft-spoken voice warming your ears. The adrenaline of the game was wearing off, too. The cool summer breeze made you shiver. “don’t wanna look like a cry baby in front of Zeke, right?”

Oh fuck.

You’re meeting Zeke.

It struck Reiner as a little odd that Zeke had allowed the stadiums security to bring you both to the locker rooms to meet him. You didn’t care, though. You were exhausted by this point. He asked that you pretend you’re a little more excited to meet his hero. You are! You are excited! You’re just tired. He can understand that, right?

He kept a firm grip on your hand as the security guard escorted you to Zeke.

When the door opened, it felt like Zeke had personally shoved thirty baseballs down your throat and they were living in your lower intestine. Your nerves were shot. Even Reiner was surprised. He could hear your breathing get heavier, even over the sound of a shower being ran. He was sweet with you, telling you that it’s okay. He’s just a guy, after all. You think that he should take his own advice.

Both of your attention is focused on the direction you hear the sound of a squeaking tap. And the water stops. The security guard who brought you both down heads out of the room, leaving you to it.

And then he steps out.

Zeke is completely naked and drenched in water. Your mouth hangs open a little, and you make little effort to shield your eyes. You cover them, but continue peaking between the gaps of your fingers. A soft ‘damn’ falls from Reiner’s lips as he becomes redder than a cherry. He immediately turns around, not wanting to gawk at Zeke’s manhood.

He doesn’t seem to have noticed either of you yet. He picks up a small white towel that he uses to ruffle his hair in an attempt to make it dryer, he dabs his ears with it, too. He picks up his circular glasses, and you hear a soft sigh from him when he realises, they’re all steamed up. You can’t help but smile. That is the Zeke you know. Those glasses truly make his entire face. They’re so quintessentially Zeke. He pulls them off the bridge of his nose and lower to the tip so he can observe his surroundings over the rims.

“Oh, hey.” he speaks.

“Hey.” you and Reiner respond in unison. He’s completely unphased by your presence. He’s in no hurry to cover himself. He isn’t shy about it; his teammates must see him like this often. Although, he has nothing to be shy about. Even soft and unthreatening it appears to be long. It’s hard to tell with all of the steam swirling through the air.

“Just, uh- gimme a sec.” he speaks casually. Zeke rakes his fingers through his hair as he looks around the benches for something. And finally, he’s wrapped a towel around his waist. His abs are glistening from his shower, and the muscular ‘V’ shaped ridges leading down to his pelvis are making your mind race. “All covered, you can look now big guy.” Zeke teases.

Reiner turns around to see his idol mere inches away from him. Zeke holds out his hand for him to shake, it’s firm and quick. He looks at you, a devilish grin forms when he realises, you’re wearing his merch.

“Suits you, doll.” he comments. You feel embarrassed as you’re being examined by your favourite player. And he’s admiring you. “You’re dating, right?” Zeke questions. His finger wagging between the two of you. You nod, as does Reiner. “Cute. But unfortunate for me.” Zeke continues.

“Uh, wha- Why is that—?”

“I’ve always wanted to fuck a cutie like you in my merch,” Zeke comments, lightly tugging on one of your pigtails before delicately holding your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “But I guess I should put some clothes on so we can hang out, huh? I’ll bet you brought plenty of things for me to sign, too.” he finishes.

You’re taken aback by the brazen statement. As is Reiner, although he doesn’t comment on it. It’s almost like he’s paralyzed. This is what he wanted, isn’t it? He thought he did. He thought it would make him happy to hear that Zeke was jealous of him for some reason. Your eyes search Reiner’s. He is at a loss for words, just like you. Zeke wants you. Zeke wants something that Reiner has. His idol. Reiner should tell Zeke to go fuck himself and shove his autograph up his ass. He should drag you out of there and away from this salacious, entitled creep.

“You can fuck her.”

“Reiner!” you respond. Where the fuck did that come from? Zeke turns around and crosses his arm. He understands that he’s your boyfriend, but is he really in a position to be offering your pussy out to anyone who wants it?

“I mean, she’s my girlfriend so… share her?” Reiner inquires. You’re livid. How the fuck can he think this is an acceptable thing to do? You get that Zeke is his hero. You do. But surely, he can see this is a step too far. Zeke scoffs and turns away from you both. Almost like he’s signalling that your boyfriend should consult you about this first. Wow, what a wonderful fucking idea. “Baby, please.”

“What the fuck Reiner you can’t just pimp me out to a complete stranger because he throws balls good.” you whisper. He nods in agreement, you’re right. He knows you’re right. But you need to stop being a selfish bitch right now, because this is Zeke Yeager, and this is once in a lifetime.

“Thought you liked him too, you think he’s hot right?”

“Yeah, but it’s not—”

“So, what’s the problem?” Reiner wonders. “I thought you loved me…” he sighs. Your breath hitches. Did he really just say that? Is he really trying to gaslight you into having a threesome? But the rational side of your brain had died the minute the implication that you didn’t love him left his lips. Of course you do. How could he even ask? You’d do anything for him. Anything like—

“So, are we doing this?” Zeke wonders.

The two blondes look at you expectantly. Waiting to hear your decision. And you nod.

Anything for Reiner.

Zeke’s towel was discarded the instant he knew this was going to happen. He had you on your knees, his legs spread for you to rest in the middle. Rough hands grasped at your roots. He was ruthless. Reiner noted he seemed very comfortable to be rough and demanding of his girl. He stood by the door fully clothed, not interested in joining in quite yet. His cheeks dusted red as Zeke complimented what a hot little mouth you have. He groans as you fondle his balls.

“She’s a pro, Reiner.” Zeke admires as you continue working his length. Your tongue laving over his thick, throbbing veins as your mouth rises and falls on him. The wet, warm muscle in your mouth ventures into his weeping slit. Savouring the taste of his leaking pre cum, he groans heavily at the sensitive intrusion. “Feels like she’s been sucking my cock her whole life.”

The noises you made were obscene. A sloppy symphony of sucking and slurping him. He was huge, too. Easily matching Reiner’s impressive length and girth. He chuckled as you released his cock so that you could gargle his balls and jerk him off simultaneously. Reiner new you had an A1 dick sucking game, he’s experienced it first-hand enough. But he could see in Zeke’s eyes that he was ready to burst. He’ll be pleased. What a good girlfriend you are.

“Gonna let me – unfhh – gonna let me paint that pretty face, honey?” he wondered. You looked at Reiner. He nodded his approval. Zeke dragged your attention to him once more. “You’re not with him right now, you’re with me. So be a big girl and make your own choices. Now, answer the question.” he instructed.

“Y-Yes, Zeke, you can—”

Your eyes squeezed shut before you could finish. White, creamy cum was already spurting all over your face. He grunted through his high, draining every last salty drop from his balls to see you decorated in his sperm. He panted, praising you for your hard work. ‘What a pro, such a fucking pro’ he repeated. Before you could pay Reiner any mind, Zeke was moving you around like a little ragdoll.

He took complete control of the situation. Unbuttoning your shorts and pulling them down along with your seductive, red lace underwear with ease. He didn’t bother making you take off your sneakers or tube socks. Why would he? You look so cute. He wants to fuck you like you’re his number one fan.

He spits a heavy glob into your cunt and smears it between your pussy hole and the tight ring of your ass. His large palm settles between your shoulder blades and pushes you further down so your head is on the ground and your ass is raised higher. He wastes no time in returning the favour, devouring your flesh like he was getting paid to do it. You were a little self-conscious about how close his nose was to your ass, practically resting on the rim. But you needn’t be. He loves ass almost as he loves cute little cunts like yours. It was fortunate he thought your asshole was equally as adorable.

Reiner suspects he must do this often. Why wouldn’t he? He’s Zeke Yeager, after all. He’s handsome, he’s in his prime, he’s rich. He could have any woman he wants. And Reiner’s heart swells with pride when he remembers that he wanted you. Your legs are twitching and spasming around his face almost instantly. Yes, Zeke Yeager is definitely well versed in women.

“I think it’s time you give your boyfriend some attention, don’t you?” Zeke questions. You both look at him, he’s become as stiff as a statue. “Come. I think you should have her ride you, personally. But whatever you prefer.” Zeke smiles.

Reiner makes quick work of unbuckling the belt of his trousers and freeing his aching length. He’s been as hard as a rock since Zeke said he’d like to fuck you in your merch. And who was Reiner to disagree with Zeke’s proposal? Besides, he loves it when you ride him.

You straddle him backwards and line your cunt up with his thick cock. He helps lower you down, shushing and cooing as you grit your teeth through the stretch. Zeke thinks your cunt looks gorgeous being split open on such a big dick. You begin to ride him; Reiner leaves gentle bite marks on your skin as he loses himself in the pleasure. The celebrity by your side merely observes as you swallow your partners cock again and again. He almost jumps out of his skin when he hears his phone ring from the bench behind you.

“Hello?” Zeke answers. Musings of ‘sh, sh, sh’ tumble from Reiner’s lips as he implores you to keep quiet. You wouldn’t want to embarrass Zeke, would you? Zeke reaches a hand over without looking and begins pinching your soft nipples. It’s becoming increasingly more difficult to keep the noise down. His hand then travels downwards, three fingers vibrating gently against your clit.

“Haa—!” your cries interrupted by Reiner muffling the lower half of your face with his enormous palm. Zeke turns to you both, smiling, so fucking smugly. It’s like he wants whoever is on the other end of the phone to hear you.

“I’m doing one of those meet and greet things right now,” he speaks. “are you free tomorrow?”

Zeke puts his phone on his shoulder, tilting his head down to keep it firmly wedged in place. He uses his free hand start pumping his length back to full mast once again. The sound of sticky genitals clicking fills the entire locker room, it’s so indecent. So, crude. And yet none of you can seem to stop yourself.

“Yeah, a girl and her boyfriend.” he answers a question you couldn’t possibly hear over the lewd noises flooding the space. Zeke rotates his body so he can look at you both. He finds both of your eyes as he has instructions to deliver. “Cum.” he mouths, soundlessly.

Reiner uses his free hand to grip the soft flesh of your hips, gaining as much leverage as he can while he fucks up into you. He’s still covering your mouth, and it sounds like your moans are coming out of your ears as he ploughs himself up into your g-spot.

“Bye, see you tomorrow. Bye, bye.” Zeke finishes his phone call. It’s like a weight of relief off everyone’s shoulders. The three of you are once again free to moan and breath as much as you like. Zeke rubs his fingers harder against your clit. Your legs are squirming and kicking furiously. It’s too much, it’s too fucking much! “Hurry up and cum. I want to fill her tight little snatch.” Zeke orders.

The sound of skin slamming against skin rings through your ears. Reiner does his best to tell you how good you’re being, such a good little hole for him. But he’s struggling, his stamina is high but he’s losing himself to the thrill of his release. Zeke steps in where he is failing. He’s making sure to tell you just what a good little whore you’re being for them both. You both cum together, it would almost be romantic if this wasn’t so scandalous.

You’re given no time to regain composure as Zeke pulls you towards him. He has you on all fours again, lining his own erect cock up with your dribbling hole. The stretch isn’t any better this time, and you’re out of your mind if you think he’s going to go easy on you. That isn’t his style. Of this, you’re sure.

He instructs Reiner to fuck your face, a good old fashioned spit roast. You nod, it’s okay. He wouldn’t care if it wasn’t. He only cares about Zeke’s wants – not yours.

You’re choking on your boyfriend’s thick cock. It’s always a struggle to fit, but at least he lets you go at your own pace. Normally, that is. Right now, he’s really going for it. He is enamoured with the sight of your tears as you do your best to handle both of their lengths. Zeke holds your arms behind your back using them as leverage to drive himself into your sweet spot again and again. It’s working, fuck, it’s working. He knows your body all too well. You’ve never felt more desirable. Sandwiched in the middle of two handsome men as they do what they please with your holes. That’s all you are. And that’s all you want to be.

A fucktoy.

Reiner coats your face with his cum, just as Zeke had before. The mixture of their loads is less than pleasant, but you feel happy to see your partner happy. Zeke isn’t far behind. Adding his cum to Reiner’s in your tight, juicy cunt.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by Zeke or Reiner how quiet you are when they pull out of you. And are those… tears?

“Go and shower Reiner, I’ll help her out.” Zeke comments. He doesn’t really want to leave you; he should be the one taking care of you. It’s been a long time since you’ve sub dropped. You’re his responsibility, but he doesn’t feel up to arguing with Zeke about it.

He heads towards the showers after Zeke tells him you can both join him in his hotel for the evening. Zeke carries you in his arms to the same direction. He just showered. But what’s the harm in one more if it’s with you?

He feels bad, he only has male products to clean you with. But it’ll have to do. He massages your scalp with shampoo. He wraps his arms around your torso and kisses your neck tenderly, a completely different man to who’d just fucked you senseless.

“’m sorry Zeke.” you tell him.

“Not another word about it.” he tells you, carrying on his task of cleaning you up. “Been a while since you’ve subbed dropped, huh?” he questions.

“Yeah,”

“I remember when you got it real bad back when we were dating in school.” he expresses, feeling a little guilty of how rough he can be with you. “I’m glad you came today, I’ve missed you.”

Memories of your times together with Zeke flooded your mind. You missed him too, of course, but you were with Reiner now. And you loved him, you did. You’ve secretly kept in touch with Zeke for years. Reiner would be stunned to discover his hero is in actual fact your ex-boyfriend. So, you decided to keep schtum. The pair of you concocted the idea of a fake competition. He was the star player, of course he could make it happen. And it was nice to know you were finally able to fulfil his high school fantasy of fucking his number one fan in a number 9 shirt with YEAGER across the back. You did look fucking good.

“I’m just glad he believed me about the competition.” you spoke, finally finding yourself able to smile.

“Maybe the three of us can all be great friends who fuck. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

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xokiddo · 3 years ago

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Baseball Headcanons feat. AOT Men ⚾️

In light of Opening Day being cancelled (fuck Rob Manfred and everything he does), here's my attempt to console myself with some baseball headcanons. These will include YouTube links to funny moments in the MLB that I think each character would end up doing if they were Major League players themselves, so enjoy the laugh. Bonus points if you can guess my fave team from this lol

Characters featured: Zeke, Eren, Armin, Levi, Connie, Jean, Floch, Porco, Reiner.

⚾️ Zeke

Obviously, he's a pitcher. Has a crazy arm.

Grows his facial hair out during the season. Refuses to cut it until the team loses and is kicked out of the playoffs - or until they win.

Oddly superstitious. Not quite Wade Boggs' level of superstitious, but is weird about things like eating certain foods or turning the ball in his hand twice before a pitch.

If he's in the National League, he totally hits when he can.

Pitches in the All-Star Game multiple times.

Claims to have a love-hate relationship with Levi Ackerman, despite having drinks with him a semi-regular basis and tweeting shit posts at each other.

Has been the victim of a mascot stealing from him, and he's never recovered since.

⚾️ Eren

Catcher. 100%. Fight me on this.

He’s signed to the same team as Zeke for his rookie year, and they’re a force when they’re on the field together.

Is able to play in an All-Star Game with his brother once, which was a special year for them.

He grows his hair out during the season but doesn’t do the facial hair during the season. Says it gets too hot in the catcher’s mask with facial hair. Frankly, he debates cutting his hair halfway through the season every time because he forgets how hot it can be with all the gear on, but ultimately he gets chewed out by Zeke over the phone every time he considers it.

“Bro it’s just hair—“ “We have a 12-game winning streak do not fucking cut it—“

Eren is notoriously friendly with fans. Will never turn down a kid for a signature or photograph if he can help it. Shadis (his team’s manager) has to practically yank him away from the barriers before a game when he’s caught up signing for kids running up with their memorabilia and a marker.

Only time he’s been ejected from the field is during a spat with Jean, of course, during one of Jean’s at-bat appearances when they were exchanging mumbled, angry words.

They made up after and next series of games, they quickly exchanged a brief bro-hug (you know the one) during pre-game warm ups.

⚾️ Armin

Third Baseman.

Gives me Shohei Ohtani vibes in the sense that he’s an underdog. People don’t expect much from him (throwback to the article saying Ohtani isn’t any better than a high school hitter) and then he blows away expectations in games.

He’s a switch-hitter and I will die on that hill.

Not a power-hitter, but he’s fast.

Fan favorite because he’s a big ol’ softie and a cinnamon roll. On the flipside, this cinnamon roll also can crack a bat if he’s swinging hard enough.

Also super friendly with fans and other players alike. Doesn’t get into beef with anyone, though he’s unafraid to call out executives and front offices when they’re being shady and dumb. He brings facts and won’t be outsmarted.

Has tripped over the base after catching a pop-fly. Levi then signalled he was safe on base while straight-faced.

⚾️ Levi

Pitcher.

Has a literal rivalry with Zeke. However, on the down-low they’re actually good friends.

If one of their teams makes it to the post-season or World Series and the other doesn’t, they do show support for the other.

Proof of the above statement is one year, Zeke’s team made it to the World Series, and Levi’s did not. You could see Levi in the stands during the game, though, sporting a jersey with Zeke’s name on the back. (Zeke did the same for Levi the following year when Levi’s team made it.)

He was on the same team as Jean during Jean’s rookie year, and he took Jean under his wing to help him train and develop into the star player he is today.

Even though he’s had a strained relationship with his uncle, Kenny makes a point to show up to games when he can. Whenever Levi’s team makes it to the post-season or even the World Series, Kenny brings a photograph of Kuchel that he tucks in his pocket and holds when Levi’s at bat or pitching. The games that Levi wins, he clutches the photo and shouts, “That’s our boy!”

Levi doesn’t comment on this in interviews. He keeps it close to his chest because it’s not a moment to share with the world.

⚾️ Connie

Shortstop.

Fan favorite. Resident goofball. Think Brett Phillips. Does the airplane on a home run, the whole nine yards. Everyone loves him because he adds a whole other layer of fun to the sport.

Professional Base Stealer™️

No, seriously. He’s notorious for always trying even if he doesn’t manage to pull it off, though he’s quick enough to always get back to where he was.

He once stole home in a game while Zeke was pitching, who was too shocked to be pissed off about it.

Totally the dude to (playfully) fuck around and joke with the other team’s mascot before a game.

I wholeheartedly believe Connie would pull off this insane play where that Javier Baez did when he stole two bases after playing a weird game of chicken with the first baseman?? You just have to watch, but Connie would completely pull this shit off lol

⚾️ Jean

Second baseman.

He has an on-going beef with Eren, but it’s mostly petty back and forth. They’re actually great friends who just get mouthy before games to rile up fans and excitement.

Has played in the All-Star Game a few times.

Also a switch-hitter.

Unfortunately, in the middle of a World Series game, he threw the ball at his own leg as he fell catching a ball mid-play. He’s never been able to live this down. (Fortunately, they won that game, but this play certainly isn’t forgotten!)

He’s in the same club as Eren as far as the hair goes - during the season, he’ll maintain the sides, but otherwise doesn’t cut it.

Notorious for getting drunk and then going on live on Instagram and just chatting with his followers all night.

⚾️ Floch

Center fielder.

He’s a surprise power-hitter, which people didn’t expect initially because he’s not stocky and bulky. However, he has some strength behind that bat.

Very well-spoken in interviews, so he’s often shoved in front of the camera so his teammates don’t have to do so.

He ends up with the Rookie of the Year award for his breakout year. He’s never taken that for granted, and he treasures being welcomed so eagerly in the Major Leagues.

Kind of a riot on twitter. Doesn’t talk shit to other players, but he’s constantly posting memes and taking the piss out of people he knows that he can get away with.

⚾️ Porco

Right fielder. Can fill in the infield if he has to, but ultimately, he prefers the outfield.

Constantly starts shit with team mascots. It’s mostly for show, but he won’t ever admit that it’s a joke. In an interview, with a dead serious expression, says “Oh, next time I see that shit-head, it’s on.”

Great at engaging with fans. He’s happy to sign memorabilia or take a photo, but he usually prefaces it with, “Only if you show me a picture of your dog.” If they don’t have a dog, he just asks to see pet pictures in general.

His dietitian gets pissed with him because he breaks his diet a lot, but he just loves food, okay?

Ends up with a praying mantis on his hat during an inning in the second half of the game, in the vein of the same hilarious moment with Victor Robles. The damn thing stays on his hat for an entire inning and a half.

⚾️ Reiner

First baseman.

He manages crazy defensive plays, like doing a full-on split while catching to get a runner out from first a la Ji Man Choi in these kinds of plays.

Teddy bear energy. He’s intimidating during a game, but in between plays or at the dug-out, he’s grinning and all around having a good time.

Fucking shines in the Home Run Derby.

Notorious for his batting. Strong infield player in general, but he’s a beast at bat.

Biggest softie when a kid comes up shouting for an autograph or photo. If a kid manages to yell loud enough and grab his attention in a game, he can’t help giving a smile and wave just before the pitch is thrown.

#headcanons by kiddo #zeke headcanons #eren headcanons #armin headcanons #floch headcanons #jean headcanons #connie headcanons #porco headcanons #reiner headcanons #levi headcanons #baseball au #words by kiddo #this was fun to do

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missmeinyourbones · 3 years ago

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rank the aot men based on how much junk they got in the trunk, ik armin and jean got some 🎂 back there primed and ready for smacking

KCNSKNKD WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY ok

reiner LMFAO big beefy man jean 😩😩😩 levi connie (its giving baseball player butt in uniform pants) armin porco .... too big of a gym rat, he works out everything but his glutes LMFAO eren is dead last that boy is FLAT. pancake flat

#boy butts!!!!!#smacking boy butts as reparations>>>>>>#aot headcanons #aot brainrot #L answers <3

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stupendousgardenunknown · 2 years ago

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Title: Blackmail & a Party

Pairing: Zeke x Reader

Warnings: drinking, blackmail

I KNOW I'M LATE! But this for @chaotic-nick's Zeke Weekly Countdown collab. I knowwww this may be a bit boring, but I did really like the concept. Enjoy some casual nothingness 🤗

“Put that down!” You yell, hopping between two football players whose names you can’t remember. One takes advantage of the opportunity and lightly taps your ass as you harshly turn after grabbing the vase they were playing catch with and swiftly land a punch on his stomach.

“Bitch! We were just playing around!” He winces, but your glare only hardens as you move behind the kitchen counter and place the vase under the sink for safe keeping.

“Play around in the backyard then!” You yell over the music, the football player’s friend comes around and rubs his shoulder and he says something you can’t quite hear. It must have been something in agreement because the one you punched flips you off before the two of them move to the backyard like you ask.

“What happened?” Sasha is at your side, and you think at first it’s because she can see your annoyance and she wants to be a good friend, but when you turn to look at her and she’s already halfway out the kitchen with a stolen bowl of chips and guac- you realize that maybe that was only half the reason- the other half because she’s Sasha and she will eat.

“Assholes were tossing around my dad’s vase that he would kill me if it was broken.” You point a thumb over in the direction the two men left in, and you huff when Connie walks in, stealing a chip from Sasha’s bowl ignoring her look of annoyance. If her other hand wasn’t full she probably would have stopped him.

“Who?” He asks, and you run a hand through your hair in frustration.

“Connie- did you invite the football team?” When tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum convinced you to host a party in your parent’s house just on the outskirts of campus, you only gave them two rules: nobody from the sports’ teams, and they had to help you clean up the morning after. Connie looks like he’s about to spit out the chip he just ate but he quickly recovers.

“Well- uh- Reiner is on the football team, and you know-” He glances at Sasha for assistance but she lets him flounder as revenge for stealing her chips. “Eren’s on the baseball team too.” He snaps his fingers and points at you wearing a bright smile like he just solved a famous mathematical equation but you look bored with him.

“So you invite the entire team?” You honestly should have known better. Rolling your eyes- you turn and pour yourself a shot of liquor from one of the several bottles sitting on your counter into a red solo cup and quickly take it. Connie and Sasha shrug at each other and start to try sneaking back off to the party.

“Stop!” You say with an authoritative voice. The twins-but-not-twins stop and give each other a look that says “if she comes after you first, I’m leaving you to save my own ass.”

“Remember to help me tomorrow. I don’t give a shit how hungover you are.” You say again while pouring a second shot.

“We wouldn’t hoe you like that!” Connie says brightly, a hand pushing Sasha out of the kitchen and into the living room just in time to see that Mikasa landed on Eren for a rousing game of spin the bottle. And there you are- alone in the kitchen of a house party that you decided to host in an attempt to “let loose” and “have fun”, at the whim of Connie and Sasha. A stupid decision considering Connie seemingly invited half the school body. Sasha viewed them all as competition for the party snacks. You take another shot from some cheap bottle of vodka- no doubt brought by one of the freshmen and your face scrunches at the burn it brings as it goes down.

“Disgusting.” You murmur to yourself as you try your best to clean as you go and throw some half used plates and empty mixer bottles into the trash, making extra sure to put them in the correct bins. You’re more than sure if your dad didn’t kill you for not hiding your tracks and giving him evidence that you did indeed throw a house party- he would kill you for not properly recycling, and therefore: killing the planet.

It’s been you and your Dad for as long as you can remember, and he was a gentle man. Patient, kind, wicked smart. Your mother decided being a mother wasn’t the path for her, and one thing you had to hand to your Dad was- he never blamed her. You were an accident after all, and despite everything, your mother thought she would be able to rise to the occasion. She failed of course, but your Dad simply said that she was on her journey, just like being an involved father was his. He was awesome like that. Eventually, he managed to make tenure track at Marley University, his research in DNA abnormalities gaining so much traction it wasn’t unusual for him to be published several times a month.

He was away giving some TedTalk when you decided to break the rules and have a house party. A kiss on the forehead and the ironic, “don’t throw any ragers while I’m gone, ‘kay kid?” followed by an unironic, “wouldn’t dream of it!”.

The one rule your Dad ever gave you and here you were breaking it.

Heading out into the living room, you give one look into the chaos that’s Jean landing on Eren in spin the bottle followed by an uproar of “Oh Shit!!”s and “Do it!”s and you decided it was time for some peace and quiet: your Dad’s study. It was a large office, but the piles of books and bookcases made it feel smaller than it was. You tried helping him clean it out once, but every file and paper you tried to throw away- he insisted that it was too important. Walking up the stairs, you hesitate- seeing a light already on from underneath the door. You stomp forward, trying to imagine the world of pain you’ll be in if you accidentally let a complete animal in your home who would think that it would be funny to mess with your Dad’s life’s work.

Heart racing, you open the door, pausing when you see a blonde man turn to face you. In his hands, one of your Dad’s latest publishings. It was a few pages in, he must have found his way in here not too long ago. He was taller than you, glasses reminding you of Harry Potter, and baggy clothes that seemed like he picked them right from Tumblr’s explore page from 2012.

“Do you mind closing the door?” It’s not really a question, more like a demand. Like you’re the TA and he’s the professor. He turns his attention back to the paper and you're appalled by his dismissiveness.

“Excuse me?!” You squeak out, hand gripping the doorknob. He turns to you again, a confused look on his face that has him trying to remember if he spoke English or German to you. As if this happens all the time.

“Do you mind closing the door?” He repeats. When there’s a beat and you don’t respond nor obey his orders he turns to you fully and adjusts his glasses.

“That party is loud as hell, it’s disrupting my concentration.” He points to the doorway, gesturing to the rager in your home.

“I know,” You state sharply. “It’s my party.” You furrow your brows at him and he does nothing but purse his lips. You can see him doing the math that this must have been someone’s house. And that someone must be you. He stumbles a bit, adjusting his glasses and then tries to pull it off like the news that you’re the daughter of the man who wrote the paper he’s so thoroughly engrossed in just a little bit ago- didn’t throw him for a loop.

“S-So- you’re-” He struggles, now aware that he’s fumbling and fumbling even more from nervousness. You sigh and step in, closing the door behind you. Walking swiftly over to the taller blonde, you grab the papers he was holding and ignoring his sharp hiss from the paper cut you gave him and take a glance at the research title. You remember this one, surprisingly. It took your Dad away from you for around 6 months, but he was very proud of this work. You even remember some of the other researchers from how much you were dragged to happy hours with them to boost morale. “The d-daughter of-” He clears his throat in an attempt to give him time to calm his racing thoughts. You hum and pass the paper back to him, talking over to your Dad’s desk and propping yourself on the old oakwood.

“Professor _____? Yeah, I am.” You cross your arms. The blond man looks at you, blinking, and you think you recognize him. He gives a satisfied look, shaking his head as he takes the research papers and places them on a random stack of books and makes his way to you. Slinking, really.

“And do you know who I am?” He’s smiling slyly now, like he knows a secret that you’re not keen on yet. Your brows furrow, wracking your brain for where you’ve seen his face before. For some reason Eren’s keeps popping up. Whenever they want to advertise one of Marley's many winning games and the University’s Social Media’s barrage of photos of the baseball team members in an attempt to garner attendance and support.

“I…” You look at him skeptically as he slowly makes his approach. “I don’t blame you, it may have been before your time.” He sounds so douch-ey when he words it like that. Unfortunately, it does jog something in your head. You remember seeing one of the more pushed posts, one of Eren and his older brother- what was it again? Zeke. Two Jaeger brothers played on the same team, one mentoring the other and the other striving to beat all of his older brother’s records. They loved it, you couldn’t hope for better content.

“You’re Eren’s brother!” You exclaim, realization dawning on you and Zeke does a shit job of hiding his satisfaction.

“Did Eren bring you?” You ask, from what you heard from Eren complaining about his brother-half-brother, Zeke was a stickler. Sure he was a prodigy at baseball but he was a hipster. More interested in studies and old foreign movies than getting laid. In fact, he was a staunch activist in the little capacity he could be- which wasn’t much. He was threatened with a game suspension over his vocal support for kicking a pro-religious group off campus when they were harassing a student chapter of Planned Parenthood. Zeke shrugs as if he’s not sure himself, like he just magically manifested in your Dad’s office.

“Oh so you just came by yourself?” You ask.

“Well, maybe not by myself.” Zeke chuckles, turning to view the bookcase again, perusing.

“I wanted to come and make sure my little brother didn’t get involved in anything too damaging.” He says, a title catching his eye.

“You know how Marley’s very concerned about the image of their players.” Zeke nods in your direction as if you’re had any idea on what it was like to be a star athlete.

“And that’s why you’re upstairs reading my Dad’s research papers instead of…?” You drift off, swinging a pointed hand to the door. A smile decorating your face that too be honest, Zeke doesn’t find half-bad.

“Instead of downstairs?” Zeke nods again, laughing softly. He plucks a book, and flips it over in his large hands.

“Doing a wonderful job of, uh, watching after him?” You say, uncrossing your arms.

“You know,” He sighs, placing the book back. He stuffs a hand in his pocket and turns his body. Jesus- he looks like a paperboy from the 1920’s. He’s wearing some high waisted tweed pants like he just nabbed them from some vintage store and a sweater vest pulled over a collared button down, even his sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. He strolls towards you again, his fingers dragging along the spines of the books. “I didn’t even know he existed until I was pre-teen.”

This actually shocks you. Their relationship was always played up like they were close. Like they grew up taking baths in the same sink or something. Zeke wasn’t that much older than him, but now that he mentions it, there always seemed like some sort of longing on Eren’s part. Like he wished he had Zeke around when he was younger, like wanting to be closer to someone who was a stranger but you can’t take up for lost time like that. It seems strange that Eren had known Mikasa and Armin longer than his own blood-half-blood brother.

“He… He never mentioned that.” Zeke actually smiles at this. A sad one.

“I bet. His Mother was the other woman. I didn’t start living with them until my Mom passed.” Your jaw actually drops. You’ve seen Carla in pictures, in the Happy Mother’s Day posts that Eren would post religiously on his personal social media channels, not that he posted much. But it would pop up on your feed because of either Connie or Sasha commenting one of their polite “So cute!”s. Eren looks exactly like his mother, you wonder briefly what kind of effect that had on Zeke.

“I’m,” You blink. “So sorry for your…” It seems strange to be giving condolences to someone you met maybe ten minutes ago. Even worse is that it’s the brother of a friend of a friend. “Loss?” You squeak out and Zeke chuckles under his breath and you realize he’s within grabbing distance.

“I appreciate that.” He sucks his teeth and he finally pulls another book.

“You know,” He muses.

“I’m a big fan of your Dad’s work.” The subject change is so quick, you’re a little flabbergasted. It was good that Zeke was up here because he was a fan and not just because he was an absolute geek.

“Oh.” You say.

“You are?” He finally opens a book and shuffles through a few pages. He doesn’t look at you, seemingly enthralled by whatever book he plucked from your Dad’s collection.

“Do you know what your Dad has accomplished for the medical community?” He asks. It seems like a loaded question, but you answer anyway.

“Not really,” You stand, hands brushing on the oak of the desk. It’s cool under your warmed hands, now finally feeling the effects of the rounds of shots you took. Zeke takes notice, glancing at you before snapping the book shut and walking over to you. He’s inches away now, and he smells…. Nice. Oaky.

“You should.” He says and you jerk back from his tone. You always wished your Dad was maybe… cooler. When you were a child you wished he had a “cool” job like being a movie star or a musician. Being a top researcher seemed like a thankless job. But maybe he had his fans after all. And Zeke was one of them.

“I actually applied to be one of his junior researchers.” He admits, lifting a hand to scratch at his beard with his pointer finger. Okay. Weird.

“You know how far DNA research has come? Imagine being able to just clip-” He makes a scissoring motion, “that line of DNA code, right out of someone. That gene that causes violent tendencies. We could save an entire generation- generations of children from being abused.” He says, voice becoming impassioned.

“I-... I guess so?” You shrug. Your major was communications. Science and DNA and DNA research implications were the furthest thing from your mind. There’s another roar of laughter and yelling from downstairs, and you immediately move to go make sure the guests didn’t break something. You cry out from shock and you feel Zeke’s hand around your arm. His face is inches from yours, and you can see he has the clearest blue eyes you’ve ever seen on a man.

“Suggest me to your Dad.” He demands.

“What!?” You cry out. “No way!” You say, shoving Zeke’s hand off of yours and backing up against the door. He looks unaffected by your rejection.

“Suggest me or I tell your Dad about this party.” Eren’s brother was nuts. Bonkers. Crazy.

“Absolutely not!” You yell, hand already turning the doorknob. “And get the hell out of my Dad’s office!” You add, feeling extra warm. You knew you should have locked the office door. But you never expected a super fan to come in and blackmail you. Zeke sighs, striding over to you and holding his phone up. There’s something playing, but it’s out of focus and blurry. Or maybe that was just your vision. You squint and focus, it’s a video. It’s showing the party, you can see Jean and Eren playing beer pong using your kitchen table. Sasha, Connie, Marco and others playing flip cup. Thomas was asleep on the couch and Reiner was drawing on his face using permanent marker- a sick grin on his face. It’s a party. Your party. Caught on video. Evidence. You can feel the blood drain on your face, and Zeke must have seen it because he withdraws the phone and stuffs it into his pants pocket.

“Y-You wouldn’t!” You gasp out. Shocked. Zeke sighs, like he’s about to say some crap like “This hurts me more than it hurts you.” Bullshit. Fuck! Why did you ever decide to listen to the two idiots!? You knew better. You’ve seen the twins goof around on campus you should have known that no good decision ever came from them.

“It would be a shame. Seemed like a fun party. Would have been better if you got away with it.” Sociopathic fucker! He doesn’t seem the least bit sorry about it. You scoff at him, gripping onto the doorknob so tightly you’re the intricate detailing is going to leave marks on your palms. There’s another roar of laughter and it’s one too many for your nerves. Fuck it.

“Fine!” You huff, and turn to open the door but not before turning around a shaking a finger in Zeke’s stupid handsome face.

“I’ll recommend you- if you never mention this again.” You say, voice tight. Zeke’s lips curve into a small smile. Fucker. You take his silence as acceptance and turn to head down the stairs to start damage control.

…

Turns out, Sasha and Connie are just as useless as you would think. They’re at least entertaining.

While you ended up cleaning the whole house yourself, they do provide moral support and jokes in between their hungover naps and their attempts to rehydrate. You awoke with a slight headache and knowledge that you were definitely blackmailed by Eren’t older brother who left with poor passed out Eren in tow sometime between 3 and 4AM.

He even waved to you as he carefully packed Eren into his old Subaru.

When your Dad came home, you greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and you quickly settled into your old routine. One weekday night, he was at his laptop with you on the couch, carefully studying the screen and occasionally taking off his reading glasses to rub his tired eyes.

“What’s wrong, Dad?” You asked. He grunted, not sure if he should tell you what’s gotten your dear old Dad so stressed out but he decides to tell you anyway.

“Just trying to decide which PhD students to take.” Your ears perk. You try to not make it too obvious, that you’re just a little too invested.

“Need help?” You offer, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, flipping from channel to channel on the living room TV. Your Dad sighs again.

“The candidates are just all so good.” He says, gesturing towards the screen of his laptop and crumples on the couch like he’s falling apart internally. Which he probably was. You purse your lips.

“What about Zeke?” You pipe up, finally dragging your eyes off the TV and looking at your Dad.

“J-Jaegar?” You add. Your Dad looks at the computer screen again, eyes squinting.

“You know- him and Eren were like- the dynamic duo on the baseball team?” You force a smile to spread across your lips, and you can see the wheels turning in your Dad’s head as he comes to terms with the suggestion.

“A former student athlete might be nice…” He muses. That’s it Dad. Listen to your wise daughter. You bite your lip.

“I hear they’re… very determined in whatever they do.” You shrug. Your Dad doesn’t say anything, but the way he’s typing a hundred miles a minute makes you think that you’ve steered him in the right direction.

…

A few weeks later while you’re 6 pages deep in an essay, your phone buzzes on your desk. With a sigh and a click, exiting out of a window that does not meet the requirement for the sources you can use, you pick it up. Confusion spreads on your face as it’s from an unknown number.

Unknown: Thanks for the recommendation. I’m in.

It takes you a beat, mind reeling from being knee deep in research to the context of why someone would be texting you this.

Zeke.

Annoyance and relief washes over you as you text back- thinking if you ignore him he may be insulted and send your Dad the video after all.

You: Don’t mention it.

You place it down again, scratching your forehead and trying to get back into research mode before you think: I never gave him my number.

You: How did you get my #?

You can’t even imagine- he probably did something insane like hack into the school’s blackboard system to get it. After all- he somehow wormed his way into your home.

Zeke: I got it from Eren.

Zeke: Who got it from Sasha.

Fucking Sasha. You should have told her to keep your number away from maniacs like Zeke.

Zeke: Since we’ll be seeing more of each other, you should save my number.

You groan. He’s right. You will be seeing more of him. You set your phone down and when it pings again all you can think of what insanity he’s texting you now. When you look, it’s a photo of himself. A selfie. Recent. Maybe it won’t be so bad, you think to yourself as you stare at the photo. He’s attractive after all. In a… hipster sort of way.

And you do; you save his number and even add a little 🐒 to the name.

#zeke yeager #zeke jaeger #zeke x reader #fluff #modernAU #collegeAU #attack on titan #collab

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eremiie · 4 years ago

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what sport/club do you think the aot characters would participate in? 😲

aot characters and the sports they play;

❥ every time i get a group aot character ask i immediately consult @miekasa , i love it here, ANYWAYS

eren would play hella fucking sports, like he’s a PE kid, takes that shit serious asf. that being said football because he needs to let out his anger, and an angry sport for an angry kid, hockey, soccer (this man can KICK??? he doesn’t even know if he’s playing right he just punts the ball across the field and got on the team tbh)

levi does not play sports. maybe boxing, sparring? just to whoops some ass idk, or maybe even that one sport with the swords (fencing?)

armin i see as a more musically inclined person, he plays piano or something. BUT if i had to choose a sport i’d say swimming and i’m tempted to say boys volleyball.

jean ummm maybe swimming, i mean he got a long ass body, track but ONLY because the coach begged him to be on the teams since he’s fucking 6′3 so he did it. football probably also. maybe hockey also.

connie plays basketball! fight me on this!!! he dunks on you in the hallways and shits and jukes you for no fucking reason. i don’t see him playing sports really besides b-ball tho, maybe track but he’s not the best at all. i wouldn’t rlly consider skating a sport but connie skates

reiner ??? i looked at his name and my eyes went wide cause idk... WAIT FOOTBALL!!! HES A FOOTBALL PLAYER IN THE SCHOOL CASTES YEAH. big buff football player who carries his helmet around school and tries to impress the cheerleaders, namely historia.

porco why do i think this mf sucks at sports but not bc he sucks but bc he has no fucking teamwork skills. anyways hockey, and he hits people with the sticks. maybe baseball too. also maybe rugby cause that sport is rough.

colt and sports??? umm fucking tennis, baseball idk

zeke is a coach who acts like he can play the sports better than the kids but hasn’t actually played it. yk the ones w the potbellies. im not saying zeke has a potbelly, but

mikasa i see her going to the gym a lot compared to working out but like i can see her boxing with annie as well... maybe softball, who knows

sasha, hear me out; plays a surplus of sports, not NOW but like when she was younger she did a variety of sports??? okay lets get into this. she did archery when she was younger (remember how good she was with a bow and arrow?) but she doesn’t do it anymore, still got the skills. probably did karate as well and has fucking INSTINCT now. this isn’t rlly a sport but i see her being good at roller skating/ice skating, like when u go to the rink w her she’s the shit at it. maybe track but not for running, for field, like maybe pole vaulting, and maybe swimming. but keep in mind she rarely plays any more. her body is still fit though despite how much she eats. ok NEXT

hange and sports???? my girl be in the lab cooking up concoctions wym 😭, but on a real note i don’t see her doing sports either. i feel like when she was 3 she did gymnastics for 2 weeks.

historia is a cheerleader. literally in the school castes she’s one, but have you seen her????? that’s a cheerleader if i ever seen one

hitch is also a cheerleader but she branches out, i can see her doing dance (in general, no specific genre of dance), and possibly gymnastics as well but i’m not confident ab that one?

annie could do any sport and be the shit at it, i see her doing boxing like i sid earlier. imma add track even though i’ve said it like 482397 times because i can really see her being fast as fuck (i mean her titan was pretty speedy), and being one of those girls that people always ask in the locker rooms “you’re so short!!!! how are you running track?!??!??!” and she wants to punch them in their face but instead shrugs and keeps changing bc wtf kind of question. she talks to no one on the team but everyone bugs her.

pieck and sports doesn’t sit right with me tbh. she literally crawls bc she doesn’t wanna stand— and she lays down 99% of the time,,, WHAT SPORT IS SHE PLAYING?? TELL ME. this isn’t a sport but she does yoga once in a blue moon. i hc her as flexible for no good reason

yelena ?????? shooting is an olympic sport and she goes to shooting ranges for fun, other than that she puts that height to no good use.

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𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

note: part two to the college headcanons! part one can be found here! i had a lot of fun writing these and i hope everyone enjoys them :) teacher/student dynamic warning for zeke and hange's, and i guess bullying for annie's :/

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

the very definition of kind-hearted frat boy who doesn’t fit the stereotype he’s been assigned at all

starts off with accounting before realizing he hates math, moves into business management and marketing

the linkedin profile is absolutely popping, 500+ connections and details about every club and organization he’s ever been a part of

the friend that helps everyone find internships and fixes their resumes while offering helpful advice and not being condescending… anyways so that’s how you meet porco

he works at the career center 100% and does various coaching/prep help, and you, pieck’s friend, are in desperate need of an internship

so you’re complaining to your friend as usual, when she tells you to stop by the building and ask for a ��pock”

so you do just that, walking in and asking for “pock” and porco is a little stunned by this pretty stranger calling him by a nickname reserved for his close friends, and even then he just barely tolerates it

but he doesn’t want to correct you, especially since you’re being so sweet and he can tell you need some help

so a meeting at the career center slowly turns into facetime calls to review applications and last-minute edits, stopping by your dorm to help you fill out paperwork and walking together to mail it out

i have a feeling porco doesn’t wanna be too forward, and he thinks he’s being very aloof and casual, when he really just seems oblivious

and you cannot tell for the life of you if he likes you or he’s just being friendly since you’re close with pieck

finally after you land the internship and won't have your normal excuse to spend time with him, you get the guts you've been searching for

you tell him about the position later in the day, stopping by the center for hopefully the last time

"by the way, my number's on my resume if you're ever gonna ask me out."

leaves pocky-boy flustered and red and scrambling to ask you out, and you have been happily dating since

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

oh boy

conny is a very typical college kid in the sense that he will sleep through every 8 am class he has, blow off class to go wait in line for the nacho bar, and has adopted the mantra ‘c’s get degrees’

but he is an extremely lovable education major with a focus in history

rarely seen without his shadow sasha, but now that she started dating niccolo, she thinks that conny could use a relationship too, and that it might do him some good to be with a funny, down-to-earth person

thus begins the most grueling two weeks for every girl on campus, as sasha hunts down girls that she thinks would be a good match for her best friend

this includes airdropping a photo of conny to the lecture hall with the caption “would you date this man? serious inquiries only”

creates a fake tinder complete with a google form to narrow down the options

however, none of this is necessary because sasha bumps into you in the smoothie line and causes your triple berry blend to go flying

she helps you clean up and idle conversation leads to you talking about dates and so forth

“well, i’d love to set you up with my best friend? how do you feel about a blind date?”

yes, conny met you, the love of his life, on a blind date set up by sasha with a stranger

it’s one of those funny stories that people don’t believe when you tell them, because how ridiculous is that, but you both think it’s perfect since you get along so well and it made all the waiting worth it

bonus: double dates with sasha and niccolo! fondue night at their apartment, going to the arcade and having to lug up sasha and her food baby while niccolo parks the car, just overall a grand time :)

𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

zeke yeager, ph.d. started his new job at university with one rule in mind: absolutely no illicit affairs

he also coaches the club baseball team, because why not get involved on your campus

he really believes that he’s gonna stick with it too, despite the overwhelming number of students who come to his office hours with questions that his less handsome teaching assistants could answer

but no, he doesn’t want to earn a reputation as that professor, and so he heads into the new semester with absolutely no lingering thoughts of an exciting little dalliance to get him through the monotonous days

he knows his huge lecture classes would always come with a few pretty students, but it’s the smaller, upper-level psych class he’s teaching when he meets you for the first time

zeke has you all figured out, or so he thinks. sitting in the front row, raising your hand for questions he wasn’t expecting anyone to actually have an answer to, neatly handwritten notes in a color-coded notebook. he wouldn’t peg you for the type to jump and take the risk by starting a relationship with a professor.

but he soon realizes that he didn’t have you as figured out as he thought he did.

you avoid the gaggle of freshmen during office hours by scheduling meetings instead, sometimes right before class, coming to him with two cups of coffee and a wide smile that actually had him fooled into thinking you were here for academic reasons

this facade quickly fades though, because after a semester of interactions with you and getting more and more comfortable with each other, to the point where coffee orders are memorized and it’s zeke rather than professor yeager, you’ve had just about enough

he knows he’s fucked when you come visit him at practice for the baseball team, bringing him a drink and engaging in conversation while the players watch their coach flirt with you

he’s especially fucked when he realizes he’s looking forward to practice just because there’s a chance you’ll stop by on your way to your next class

you submit your final paper early, nearly a week before it’s due and of course the first in the class to do so, and waltz into his office the next day with another steaming cup of his favorite drink

“you submitted your paper pretty early, you know.”

“i know. i also know that it means i’m not your student anymore, so if you were going to make a move, now’s the time.”

no, he definitely had underestimated how much he knew about you.

𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

mikasa is a forensic sciences major and is still debating on the minor- she’s torn between criminal justice or history like armin.

she loves her major classes, but she just wants something else interesting to look forward to as well, so armin suggests sitting in on a couple classes early in the semester and getting a taste for it.

so you don’t really think twice when she claims the empty seat next to you on the first day of classes, smiling politely and paying attention to the professor. you do notice, however, that she’s not writing anything down or looking at the syllabus, leading you to strike a conversation on why that is.

she explains herself and then before you even know it, the lecture ends and you spent the last forty minutes talking to mikasa about anything and everything.

she’s sitting in on another class tomorrow, and absent mindedly invites you to come along, to which you agree all too quickly, because why wouldn’t you

numbers are exchanged, times are fixed, and mikasa leaves wondering why she’s so excited at the idea of sitting with you in class again.

you two hate the history class she had chosen, with the professor droning on and on and you being focused entirely on the conversation you’re having with mikasa

until the professor kicks the two of you out for not shutting up, that is

you’re both laughing hysterically once you reach the hallway

“i’m gonna have to discourage you from doing that history minor if that’s what all the classes are like.”

“well, i have to do criminal justice so we can have that class together, anyways.”

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭

true to form, annie goes into one of the most difficult majors: cheg. definitely flies through intro courses with straight As and minimal effort, but that’s also mostly because all she and bertholdt do is study

reiner tries his hardest to get her to go to a party every once in a while, but usually to no avail because she always has an exam to study for

you’re a tutor, and honestly, you’d say you were pretty good at your job. you can answer questions and explain reasonings fairly well to confused students. but when annie comes to your office hours with some complicated problems and she’s asking for explanations that you just don’t have, you literally feel your face burn with heat for the entirety of the time she’s there

long story short, your first encounter is embarrassing, to say the least. you’re stumbling over words as you try to look through your old notes and piece together an answer for annie, who you cannot even look in the eyes.

anyways, she leaves eventually and you want a hole to open in the ground and swallow you up, but at least she won’t be back next week, right?

wrong.

miss leonhart doesn’t know how to express her feelings any better than you, so her way of flirting is spending time with you in the tutor center as you fail to answer her questions time and time again

you want to scream at her to stop coming because she and you both know you’re not helping either of you with this

but also you really don’t want her to stop coming because you don’t have any other ways to see her outside of class

both of you reach your wit’s end on the same day, her coming to you with the absolute easiest problems she could find in the textbook, and you with every intention of asking her out to dinner

she opens her book, and you reach and close it quickly

“unless this is the only way you know how to flirt, something has to change now.”

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐞

dr. zoë teaches, just, way too many classes

we’re talking multiple chemistry labs and upper-level research courses as well

you’re just a ph.d. student doing rotations as per usual, and you’ve heard the comments from students senior to you about dr. zoë, who makes every student in rotation say hange instead of the formal way you’re used to

you’ve heard everything from crazy to genius and everything in between

what you weren’t expecting was… so good looking, and young? and comforting? and talking about all the things that you didn’t have the guts to bring up with other people, like how you always feel a little left out in the field and that you think no one cares about your research interests that much—a lot of stuff that you find yourself pouring out to hange on your very first day in the lab

you’re wondering why it’s so easy to talk to them, and why none of the other rotations ever felt this comfortable

and then you realize you’re spilling your guts to someone who probably doesn’t even care, and has way more to deal with on their plate than a ph.d. student with imposter syndrome

so you’re apologizing right after you’ve finished, when you’re met with the warmest look and a reassuring hand on your shoulder

it’s so easy to fall after that, with weekly meetings and regular check-ins, and you know it’s wrong to have this strange crush on your superior, but hange really feels like the one person you can count on here

you hide the crush in favor of getting the mentorship you desperately think you need, but it’s not long until you’re onto the next rotation and the next lab’s work is even closer to the stuff you love

you hate the way you feel, that you’re not gonna have any reason to keep in touch and you never even got to explain how you feel about them—and that you didn’t even get to experience hange’s energy because she was always listening and helping you out

it’s not until you get a text the night before your first day in the new lab from hange, filled with reassuring words and asking for a coffee date later in the week to talk about how it goes, that you realize just how well hange understood you

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

last but not least, miss pieck is double majoring in french and public health

absolutely obsessed with her majors and loves the subjects, but works herself to death to keep up with it all

you don’t even realize that the pretty, studious girl you’re seeing in the library all the time is the same girl you spot with some of your friends from class

pieck is as oblivious as they come. you invite her on study dates after you two are introduced by reiner, invite her to get coffee after a particularly late night of studying, pretty much start spending most of your days together

you can’t help but be disappointed that pieck doesn’t see you in that way, because you’ve slowly been falling head over heels, but you accept that maybe it just wasn’t meant to be, and you still love the friendship you two have

it takes a while for things to click for pieck, but they do right as the semester eases up

once exams are over, you two decide to go to these famous parties porco and reiner never stop talking about

it’s not the usual scene you’re comfortable with, but what’s wrong with letting loose a little, especially after midterms? no harm in having fun, right?

wrong again! you definitely get plastered way too quickly, and eventually pieck takes you to a room to settle down

drunk confessions of love aren’t usually the way to go, but you can’t help but reveal everything you’ve been feeling for the last few months when pieck is taking care of you in your current state

you definitely wake up hungover and ignorant to last night’s shenanigans, but you’re in your dorm, with a bottle of water and ibuprofen on the nightstand, phone plugged in and shoes off

pieck comes back with breakfast, coffee and your favorite pastries, and checks up on you

“so.. about last night..”

“i’m so sorry, did i throw up on you?”

“no, but you did say you were in love with me. was that just a drunk thing, or is it a sober thing too? because i think i’m in love with you too.”

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