#carla jaeger

[sleepy-sham]

hello here I am again bringing you more aot memes instead of catching up on the other fandoms I'm behind in (Big Post #21)

to be clear that's keith shadis standing in the back being the worst man in the 7th one. or at least I'm pretty sure that's him. if not I sincerely apologize to the innocent wedding guest for saying he's the worst

more aot memes

[shmlnbstrcnd]

Carla Jaeger - "To You, in 2000 Years: The Fall of Shiganshina, Part 1"

Eren Jaeger - "Toward the Tree on That Hill"

[joogios]

I wanna grow the apple, keep all the seeds

But I can't help but get so angry

You don't listen to me

[robosuta]

Vacation!!!!

[snk-smartpass]

TEXT Vol. 23 Mikasa’s Recipe

The “new Squad Levi” had made a remote home into their base of operations. There they hid Eren and the highly important Historia from a society that had been thrown into chaos as they feared the Titans who appeared within the

Walls, preparing to make their next move.

[Potatoes, carrots, meat, milk, flour, butter.]

[Wash vegetables well and cut into equal-sized pieces]

[Start simmering the toughest vegetables first…]

“Hm? Is this yours, Mikasa?”

“What…?”

As Mikasa performed ab exercises despite the injuries she’d sustained in the earlier battle, Sasha noticed a scrap of paper that had fallen out of her belongings and picked it up.

••••••

Mikasa trained atop the bed where she was supposed to be resting her wounds. Having realized that she had dropped something, she went to pick it up.

“Was that a scrap of paper from your notebook? It looked to me like something that had to do with cooking…”

Just as the ever-hungry Sasha said, it was a note that Mikasa had written carefully about ingredients and instructions for a recipe. She’d kept it in her military notebook, but it must have fallen out as she organized her belongings in order to live life undercover in civilian clothing.

“I don’t want to forget it, so…”

“I didn’t think you’d need to take notes to remember how to cook in the barracks. You had such good grades in our classes.”

“This dish… doesn’t have to do with training…”

On the inside, Mikasa was glad she’d found the note. She put it back in her belongings and recalled the time she learned to cook.

••••••

“Listen, Mikasa. You need to be careful when using a knife. Especially with meat… Yes, very good.”

Mikasa was still young that day. She’d joined Eren’s family for a short while after her parents had been taken from her, and there she lived in peace and quiet.

“What about this flour…?”

“You dissolve it into the butter and milk to thicken the broth. Be careful not to let it burn. Once the vegetables and meat are simmered, you mix it all together.”

Carla, Eren’s mother, was even kind to Mikasa, being every bit the mother to her as she was to Eren. When Mikasa asked to help her in the kitchen, she even taught the girl her specialty.

“This used to be popular at the store I worked at, too. The trick is to stay calm and mix well.”

“…Okay.”

As Mikasa awkwardly did her best to follow directions, the rest of the family gathered around.

“I’m home! Hey, something smells good!”

“Call your father over before you start stealing any bites, Eren.”

“Okay,” said the energetic voice, followed by footsteps running toward the underground office.

The young Mikasa wrote the recipe down when it became impossible for her to ever return to this home again, keeping the memories of her second mother alive .

••••••

Though Mikasa had been reminiscing all on her own, Sasha, who was sharp-eyed only when it came to food, seemed to figure out that when she said the memories had “nothing to do with training,” she meant they were from before the Walls came down.

“Yeah, some of those ingredients are really valuable now. It couldn’t be a recipe you learned in the military.”

“You read it…?”

“Just what I got a glimpse of!”

There was no particular problem in it being read, but it did seem somehow embarrassing. Like Sasha had pointed out, Mikasa understood most things after being told them once, so this seemed unlike her. Regardless of Mikasa’s expectations, though, Sasha smiled.

“There are a ton of recipes that I used to be able to make before the Walls were destroyed that I can’t eat now… Seeing that took me back.”

Sasha’s hometown would have thrown away their traditions because of the Titan invasion. As hunters, they must have had unique dishes.

“It’d be nice if you got to make that sometime. I bet it tastes great if you thought it’s worth writing down.”

“I… don’t know if I could make it well. But… when the person who taught me it made this… it was so…”

“You’re still in here?! The meeting’s about to start.”

“Oh! We’ll be right over!”

Though she was interrupted by Armin, who had come to call them over, she wasn’t bothered. Sasha was right. It would be a joyful thing if the day came when she could make the recipe again and serve it to someone else.

For now, though, it was still a distant dream. Mikasa made sure that her body felt alright before carefully leaving her bed behind.

••••••

SOURCE: Attack on Titan: Short Stories 3

TRANSLATION: Ko Ransom

[neoendydy]

[jeshoo-pon]

Queen never cry

[kzlove]

oh no you didn't!

syn -> carla jaeger thinks she raised her son right, but this is a sight she never thought she'd see.

modern!eren jaeger x fem!reader

beware of.. foul language, eren is a father, arguing, ymir and eren are siblings (hc)

~

if you were to ask carla jaeger her opinion on how she raised her children, she'd proudly say she did a great job.

eren always tried to be a respectful boy towards people, and could be such a sweetheart.

sure, his mouth got him in trouble more times than not, and maybe he fought more than he needed to.

but she made sure he was raised correctly for sure.

ymir had no filter on her mouth, but was still likeable by people.

she was carefree and honest with people, which would also get her in as much trouble as eren got into.

but carla was the same way, so there wasn't much she could do about it.

ymir understood, and tried her best to be well behaved. even with her potty mouth and snarky remarks.

carla's marriage with their father didn't work out in the end, so it was always just her and her two children.

it was hard for her to push on at some point, losing it and failing her kids for a part of her life.

but that didn't slow them down on being successful.

ymir went into the music industry, having her own group that she allowed her brother to pitch in every now and then.

she got a wife, who had a daughter. luckily, the daughter loved ymir like she loved her mother.

eren was able to get him a wife, have a well paying job, and advancing in his studies and the world on its own.

just a few months back (six to be exact) you were able to bring life into the world for eren.

a daughter.

ymir couldn't visit as much, so she left that to eren to fill their mother's loneliness.

and because his mother held a huge place in his heart, he always made sure to take a week or two to visit and stay in his mother's home with his little family.

they never get to see each other alot, so eren always goes all out when it comes it his mother.

so when she walked into the house from buying groceries, she never expected to hear this.

"i work hard. for this goddamn family. and this is how you fuckin repay me?" eren's voice boomed from upstairs.

carla paused and raised her eyebrow in confusion, placing the groceries on the cleared off counter.

did something happen while she was gone or was eren just being dramatic yet again?

sometimes carla swears she raised two daughters instead of one.

eren must've not heard his mother when she walked in, because he just continued going.

"but-" "there aren't any buts! you think i'll be all 'akekeke' after you fucked my boss? in my clothes?" eren cut you off, sounding angrier and louder than before.

carla held her gasp in her throat, placing a delicate hand over her mouth.

had you cheated on him?

in his mother's home? the home he grew up in?

carla had half the nerve to dash into the room and begin cursing and yelling as well.

but suddenly remembered one thing when she made it past the picture frames on the wall.

eren was a grown man now. his mother couldn't always handle all his problems for him.

so she paused where she was and listened.

"you have the nerve to have him hold my child, and have sex with him in the same room?!" eren grew even louder, making you sob even more.

carla shook her head in disbelief. she would definitely have to call mrs. springer when they were done.

the older woman listened even more, hearing her son mutter 'you know what' before a bit of shuffling could be heard in the room.

carla assumed eren was tossing you out of the house, until a scream rang throughout the house.

suddenly, carla grabbed a wooden spoon from the kitchen and dashed upstairs, running to the room you were staying in.

the possibilty of eren putting his hands on a woman was extremely low.

then again. the percentage was not zero.

when carla opened the door, the sight she'd seen was definitely not what she was expecting.

you and eren were kneeling beside each other at the foot of the bed, backs towards the door.

at the sudden outburst, you two whipped around and looked at carla.

she paused, still clutching the wooden spoon in her hand.

"what's going on." carla demanded, out of breathe and looking between the two of you.

she definitely missed the little bundle of joy between you giving her a sleepy, gummy smile.

"it's not what it looks like." eren said, holding his hands in the air.

in his hand was a ken doll, dressed in a suit with white paper wrapped around his neck.

in your left hand, was another ken doll with a (horribly) drawn mustache and the same suit. the only difference?

the paper around his neck was yellow.

your left hand held a barbie doll that wore a red bathing suit, a very small towel wrapped around her body.

carla blinked in confusion at the sight before her, before looking at her son for an explanation while lowering the spoon.

"we can't get her to sleep." eren complained, looking towards his little girl.

carla looked at you, who was smiling just a bit with the dolls still in your hand.

she then averted her eyes to eva-lee, your shared daughter.

little lee cooed at her grandmother, before rubbing her eyes with her little fists.

"so.. you had a argument. with dolls." carla said, rubbing her forehead in growing annoyance.

you and eren looked at each other, the dolls in your hands, and then back at eren's mother.

"uhm.. yeah." eren said, placing the dolls down and standing up to his full height.

you followed after, placing the dolls down and smiling just a bit.

carla was entirely speechless.

she didn't know what to say, or why eren thought this was an amazing idea to put his daughter to sleep.

the room stayed silent for a bit, save for little lee's tiny coos.

"eren." carla sighed rubbing her temples in soft slow circles to ease the headache coming along.

"we were just mimicking your dramas!" eren defended, gesturing to his mother.

none of carla's dramas were like whatever eren was up here doing.

"oh just give me the dang baby. and stop cursing around her." carla scoffed, stepping over to pick the young girl up.

but before she could approach, you stood in front of your daughter and held a finger to your lips.

carla raised her eyebrow, peeking around to look at her grandbaby.

eva lee was knocked out, sucking on her thumb while snoring softly.

carla couldn't believe eren's ridiculous tactic had actually worked.

her son wore an extremely proud smirk, looking towards his mother with an 'i told you so' look on his face.

"you know what? make dinner yourself eren. put the groceries away while you're at it." carla scoffed, shooing her son away.

eren let out a dramatic gasp. "that's not even fair!" he yelled, protesting like a teenager.

loud wails rang throughout the room, making everyone look at eva lee.

she was wide awake once more, and fussier than ever.

"get your ass downstairs and cook, eren. i'll help my daugther in law." carla smiled evily, lifting up the baby in her arms while cooing.

you stuck your tongue out at him and watched as he pouted, childishly stomping his way downstairs.

of course not before adding in his two cents.

"this is such bullshit!" he had yelled towards the two most important women in his life.

yeah, carla was definitely telling mrs. springer about this.

[chuuyasballz]

Attack On Titan characters as random screenshots in my phone (part 13)

Link to other parts

[aengelren]

“I loved my mother. That’s the only thing that haven’t changed, truly.”

-Eren Jaeger in the new interview

*links for interview in my pinned*

[mewhenimanangel]

cherry, eren jaeger

— synopsis. eren keeps a close eye on you and decides to invite you to jean’s party

— chapter 3 ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚 content!: au-high school, ballet dancer reader, teenage romance, black reader, mentions of disordered behavior.

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three weeks since you were chosen for the solo and you were working hard.

you started going to the studio at least five times a week and practicing alone with mrs jeager. you went to the gym when you weren't busy with work, school, or dance. you cut back on meals, to make sure you were in shape by recital time.

some may say you were overworking yourself a little bit but when you told your mom you got your senior solo she was so excited and proud of you. you saw the look in her eyes and you knew you couldn't let her down.

eren watched from his table as you laughed with a few of your friends. you looked so good today, you wore loose black jeans instead of the usual skirt, and a black collared shirt that showed a sliver of your stomach. he liked the casual look on you, any look on you actually. your hair was pulled back into a ponytail, little strands falling in your face.

he noticed something though, all your friends had their lunches in front of them except you, that was the fourth time this week you hadn't eaten anything. he watched lana offer you piece of her sandwich, to which you shook your head. yesterday and the day before that in math, he could hear your stomach growling. he almost scoffed at the idea that you were starving yourself for his mom's dance classes.

"dude who do you keep looking at?" connie asked, looking around in the direction of eren's gaze. "probably staring at y/n again" armin blurted. "bro!" eren hit his shoulder "sorry.." armin chuckled eating a bite of his sandwich.

"why are we staring at y/n?" marco quirked his eyebrow. eren sighed, god he hoped marco wouldn't say anything to you. "nah i get it, she's bad as fuck...she's got that whole cute shy thing going for her. plus that lil body on her" jean dapped connie up. "ugh shut up" eren scoffed. "what you want her or something?" he laughed. "no..you just sound like a fucking douche..."

his eyes were back on you again, you were up now and you looked like you and your friends were about to leave.

"ima go throw this out" he told his friends, grabbing a random wrapper off the table. "his ass isn't going to throw shit away" he could hear connie laugh behind him.

he was right, he quickly dropped the wrapper in a nearby trash can and followed you out of the cafeteria. you part ways with the rest of your friends and went down to your locker.

"hey" he said coming up behind you. "oh hey" you smiled at him. "did you do the math homework?" he asked you, watching your every move as you bent down to get something. "oh shit! ugh no i didn't, i was so busy and tired last night. do you have it??" you asked and he nod his head. "can i have it?" you bat your lashes at him. "yeah" he bit the inside of his cheek before handing you his math folder.

you grabbed your paper and had him hold his paper on next to you on the lockers as you quickly scribbled down the answers.

over the last two weeks, you and eren seemed to be in each other's live a little more and more. silly comments during math class, tense stares at each other in the halls, knees touching each other's under the desks, you even followed each other on instagram - to which he admitted to liking your photo that night. he would should up at dance a little more often than usual, you would be dancing with the girls and turn to see him standing with his mom. a part of you wondered if you were the reason behind the sudden appearances.

once you were done copying his work, you handed him his folder. "thank you so much, you're a life saver" you sighed. "you're welcome, princess" he smiled. you hid the growing smile on your face but your mouth betrayed you. "princess?" you questioned. "yeah i think it's suits you" he smiled down at you.

the ball rung and you gathered your stuff. "let me walk you to class?" he asked. "we are literally going the same way" you giggled. "so? anywho let's go" he said closing your locker for you.

eren looked at you through the side of his eye, your hair up like this showed off your sharp jawline and your neck. you somehow managed to look good from every angle. his mind ran to an inappropriate place though, wondering what you would look like with his lips littering your neck in marks. he tried to shut down his thoughts - he was as horny as the next guy, and has slept around a little before but it felt different with you. he wasn't just looking for another hookup.

eren's feelings for you were so weird - he barely knew you yet he was infatuated, it almost scared him. he felt like he was in middle school again, touching his knee against yours and getting excited when you didn't move away, instead he saw a smile grace your lips.

"hey" he whispered, you turned to face him and hummed in response. "jean is throwing a party tomorrow night, you should come" he told you. "oh um..i don't know" you shrugged.

it's not like you were against parties, you actually enjoyed all the excitement, but you'd been so tired lately.

"come on...please? i wanna see you" the look he gave you sent butterflies in your stomach, he looked like he was genuinely pleading, his upper body turned to face you.

"jeager, less talking more writing" mr ryan said. eren rolled his eyes and you held back a small laugh. "i'll think about it" you whispered.

ʚɞ

you wiped your sweaty palms against your leggings before raising your leg on the barre to stretch. you were at dance after school in one of the studios for another solo practice session.

you practiced with the song and then without the song so you could really hear yourself and be in tune with your body. you'd been at it for an hour you thought as you went to drink another sip of water.

maybe not eating anything today was catching up to you, your head hurt so bad and you felt sluggish.

you put your bottle down and began dancing again, practicing your pirouette. you stopped when you looked at the mirror and noticed eren was at the door watching you. he was changed out of his uniform now in a crewneck and a pair of sweatpants.

"you know there's a giant mirror in front of me and i can see you right" you remarked, turning around to face him. "don't let me stop you, you look good" he smiled. "thanks but i probably should stop, i feel like im about to pass out" you joked as you unplugged your phone from the speakers. "what are you doing here?" you asked him. "here to see my mom" he answered.

you stopped for a second, his mom wasn't even here today...

eren looked at you "did you eat anything today?" he asked. "no but i'll just eat when i go home" you mumbled putting away your jazz shoes in your bag. eren scoffed "well no wonder you're about to pass out. don't starve yourself"

you kissed your teeth "i was joking about the passing out thing..and it's rude, and weird, to discuss a girl's diet like that. you're lucky it takes more than that to offend me." you zipped your jacket and  put your bag on your shoulder. "sure you're right, but there's no way you're not hungry...let's go get some burritos on main street, i'll drive." he told you.

"you don't have to do that, i was just about to text my mom to come get me" you told him. "well let's save both you and her the time and i can take you to get something to eat" he pressed. "what about your mom?" you asked, giving him a knowing look. "she can wait" he smiled. "sure fine, burritos sound good right now anyway"

eren opened the passenger seat to his car for you and you settled in, putting your bag on the floor between your feet.

he got in the driver's seat and put the car in drive. "you wanna listen to music?" he asked you, giving you his phone to change the song. you went on spotify to search for your account to put on your playlist.

it wasn't a long drive, you and eren got out of the car and walked into the building. you ordered a generic burrito while eren ordered a spicy chicken and cheese burrito with an extra large fry. you reached to grab your purse "ah-ah, i'm the one who invited you out, i pay." eren said, handing his card to the server.

you waited off to the side while your orders were being prepared, grabbing a booth by the windows once you had your food.

"is it good?" he asked you as you took a bite of your burrito. you waited until you were finished chewing before replying "real good" you wiped your mouth. "so...are you gonna pop out tomorrow?" he asked you. you shrugged as you took another bite.

"i'd really like it if you came. i wanna see you" he moved his hand so his fingers brushed against yours. "aren't you seeing me right now?" you joked. "wouldn't hurt to see more" "you're doing a lot of seeing lately" "there's a lot to see" he smirked, eyes trained on your face.

"i'll let you know how i feel tomorrow and then we'll see" you sipped your drink. "i'll keep my fingers crossed" he smiled.

[liuhko]

ㅤʕ ྀི UR MOM ㅤ ݁ ˖ Carla Jaeger drabble headcanon things (?) requested by mootie @cindol

THIS WORK INCLUDES: female reader, mommy kink, nsfw, dominant character x submissive reader

NOTE: Today (January 29th) is Carla’s birthday!! Giving this post my nice layout cause ily cin (pls stop dissing yoosung). PLS SHE’S SO NGH~! Not proofread *frowny face*

Dealing with Eren was a handful, this was nothing new, but being his teacher came with a lot of perks. Perks such as meeting his mother. Carla Jaeger is the perfect woman. Smart, polite, and so gorgeous. Your first meeting with her was a parent-teacher conference. It was after school, in your classroom, she was the last parent you needed to attend to. You’d never been one to get butterflies, but when you locked eyes with this woman those bugs started soaring! The conference was quick, mostly because you had very little to say about Eren. He was a good kid, just a bit odd, but that’s just how kids are. Carla had praised your teaching abilities repeatedly during the meeting; you struggled to control yourself that day. Meeting her was like rainfall in mid-summer Arizona. However, you had noticed the pretty ring she wore and that soured your mood. “Of course, she’s married.” You grumbled to yourself once she had left. It was a rather sad predicament, her marriage ruined just about every fantasy you had. Until…!

“My parents divorced.” You furrowed your brows at the young boy. Eren had a bad habit of sharing everyone’s business, his included. “Divorced?” You asked him, a comical lightbulb flickering on in your head. A divorced woman needed the most love, surely she needed someone to talk to, someone she could trust. That someone would be you.

Carla was sensitive after her divorce, so it was easy to get close to her.

She grew comfortable with you instantly and was the first one to suggest contact outside of school.

She ranted about her ex-husband often, which pissed you off, but you knew it would pass with time.

Carla shared custody with Eren, and you often followed her when she had to drop him at his dad’s. She knew you disliked him but she had begged you to be cordial — you refused.

Carla and Grisha divorced because he had lost feelings for her and rekindled his love with his previous wife. This led to Carla becoming a bit critical of her appearance, and it drove you mad.

You showered her with affection and affirmations. Praising her face and body, often referring to her as the perfect woman, she always laughed at that title.

Carla often gave Eren an extra lunch to give you at work. Her food was delicious and you resisted the strong urge to eat HER (out) when you’d personally return the lunchbox to her the following day.

SUGGESTIVE/NSFW WARNING!

Your close friendship with Carla benefitted you in various ways. Once, her towel had slipped after getting out the shower. You were in the room and your eyes widened at the sight of her naked body. She apologized profusely but you just grinned. “It’s alright, we’re both women. I don’t mind.” The intentions behind your words were anything but innocent but they led to Carla being a lot more open.

She dressed/undressed in front of you. Asked for your help with changing, and sometimes showered with you to “save time”. You never questioned it. It was incredible.

Carla Jaeger was a bold woman. You had caught her searching a box in her bedroom, and she was completely unbothered. She proudly showed you the contents of the box and watched as you grew embarrassed. She even went as far as to explain how each object was used. “Oh, (name), there’s no need to be so shy. I’m sure you know how lonely I can be at times.” You scoffed at her. “Why would you be lonely when you have me?” A grin spread across her face upon hearing your words. “Then why don’t you help me with these? We’re both women after all. It’s not a big deal.”

If there’s one thing Carla loves, it’s toying with you. She enjoys taunting you and gets a kick out of watching you beg.

She also loves sitting on your face. Partly because you’re good at eating pussy but mostly because she loves seeing your cum-stained face.

Carla’s very accepting of your preferences and doesn’t judge you in the slightest, even when you accidentally call her mommy. “Do you like that, sweetheart? Should I keep going?” She cooed. A soft giggle escaped her lips as you let out a loud gasp, your legs shaking, when she increased the intensity. “Mhm…feels s-so good mommy…!” You responded through labored breaths. It didn’t take long for you to realize your mistake and begin explaining yourself, but Carla quickly shushed you. “I don’t mind, sweetie. If you like calling me mommy, you can…it just means I’m making you feel good.” The puzzled look on your face made her smile. “Are you sure you don’t mind? Cause if it makes you uncomfortable then I understand—“ She rolled her eyes and increased the vibration setting, effectively shutting you up. “I’m perfectly fine with it, you don’t need to worry.”

Carla records. She’s so attached to you and gets so lonely when you aren’t around. She’ll usually watch a few videos and play with herself when she misses you.

She sends you videos and pictures of herself all the time.

Carla gets DOWN with the strap. She never fails to make you cum. Never!!! She’s also interested in the craziest positions whenever she uses a strap. “(name), we should try this! All you have to do is get into a bridge pose, the yoga one!” She will persuade you into having sex in these abnormal positions.

Carla likes to get straps that are bigger than what you usually use just to see you with a stomach bulge. Watching you struggle to take a larger strap gets her much more excited than she should be.

Carla has a slew of pet names for you and they’re adorable. They’re nothing unique but still so cute, she loves using them to guide you through your orgasms.

She doesn’t love scissoring because she isn’t as close to you as she’d like to be (Carla’s very clingy) but she does enjoy the feeling of your wet pussy rubbing against hers, so she can’t complain too much!

Being a mom is stressful, and sometimes Carla just needs a day to de-stress. If you allow her to de-stress by using you, you’ll likely wake up sore and covered in bite and/or scratch marks. She apologizes when she’s done <3

Her aftercare is unmatched. Carla will cook you whatever you want if you’re hungry, pepper you with kisses and take her time cleaning you up.

She fantasizes about sexually torturing you.

Carla loves your tits, size is irrelevant. She plays with your nipples all the time.

[saintxhunter]

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What I’d give to make you smile one more time…

I’m sorry.

[joogios]

[lylaseb]

[thena0315]