#mikasa memorial

[strawmates]

i'm so grateful to live in a same timeline where attack on titan is created. thank you yams for this wonderful, genius, and heart wrenching masterpiece. 

this story has been part of my life these past few years, i grew up with this series, and shared the same emotional ride with all the characters. 

although the manga ended 2.5 years ago, i still harbor the same feelings the first time i read the final chapter of the manga as i watch the last episode of the anime, ever. 

i still believe that eren and mikasa deserved so much better. all they ever wanted was to be with each other but we all know that wouldn't happen. i was crying the whole time while watching the episode to a point i couldn't breathe through my blocked nose and i couldn't even read the subtitles through my blurry vision filled with nonstop tears. 

to all the people involved in the publication and production of this series, Kodansha, WIT studio, MAPPA, all the voice actors, all the music artists who composed and sing the opening and ending songs and many more. thank you for your hard work all these years. cheers to a job well done!

thank you again yams for giving me something to look forward to every month these past few years. you don't know how much that meant to me. 

the world is cruel yet beautiful. 

see you later, eren and everyone else. 

[heckin-music-dork]

Does this moment in AoT live rent-free in anyone else's heads or are y'all normal?

[erwinsarmrest]

thinking about this all the time BUT in aot season 4 when the scouts get to marley the warriors talk about levi and they say “is that ackerman” and then refer to mikasa as “the other ackerman”

do you think that mikasa ever gets pissed at being referred to as the “other ackerman”. because i personally would not let that slide. like yes levi is older but he learned that he was an ackerman like 2 seconds ago (it was years later at that point bc ~time skip~ but shhhhh the point still stands) and she has been one her whole life. i’d be there like um actually if anyone is the “other ackerman” it would be him bitch. i’ve BEEN the ackerman

[aengelren]

A few remained

[twpsyn-who]

"Mikasa is more beautiful told from Eren's perspective" you know who else is more beautiful told from another character's perspective rather than Armin? Marco Bott.

- while Armin was there, he's been in shock during the whole talk up until Mikasa showed up (which is right after Marco says this). That means someone else told Armin what happened exactly and that's most likely Jean. You can literally see the lost hope in Marco's eyes, an extra detail I doubt anyone else would've pointed out. But Jean did because he took notice.

- Which brings me here, because I doubt Armin paid that much attention to the other cadets at the start. Not enough to point out the hope and admiration in someone's eyes to such a detail. However Jean was standing right next to Marco and took notice of it.

- This one is just me seeing things because this is most likely from Armin's memory of the moment, but Jean was right there and I want to think he's the one seeing Marco like this. It would explain that shining hope in Marco's eyes, something that doesn't show often (and when an emotion shows clearly in Marco's eyes, is usually from Jean's perspective not Armins)

- this WHOLE ASS MOMENT and that shining hope and admiration in Marco's eyes. But especially the moment when Marco talks badly about himself (mentioning he's slow) and when he talks about Jean being a better leader- he looks different than other moments. Is like that's when Jean sees Marco like more than just his best friend. At his lowest and at his brightest. When there's no hope in those eyes and when they're shining with hope.

- Not explaining this one

- And do not let me forget this masterpiece and how Marco's eyes might lack their hope, but there's that soft smile on his face too. Marco also looks even better here, like his beauty in Jean's eyes aged like fine wine. It got better and better with the passing of time, rather than dying away.

This was supposed to be me pointing out Marco's moments told by Jean, but it ended up in me pointing out just how obsessed Jean is with Marco's eyes ups. Didn't notice until now.

[natureselements]

Majestic Meows🐾✨ I made a little replica sculpture of my cats paw to cherish forever. I am currently taking customs if you would like one too🥰🖤

[theshipsong]

titan shifter inheritance is queer af and i mostly mean eren's connection to frieda reiss. besides historia being a lesbian, to me erehisu are SISTERS and their loyalty to each other has a wonderfully different timbre to it than EMA: their shared experiences of being abducted and manipulated/maneuvered by rod reiss, also colored (imo) by eren's guilt at grisha's (his) actions and frieda's love persisting. i love the manga panel where eren looks in the mirror through frieda's eyes and he thinks "...historia?" like he is sitting across from hisu in a brown wig lmao

this is why the female titan is so weird to me. surely some man has wielded the female titan before?? if anything the attack and female titans are like nidoran, what if they're wielded by two people of the same gender at the same time? actually the weirder thing is frieda's and ymir's founders having obvious tits while pieck's cart and ymir's jaws don't. or maybe the latter two are just quadrupedal. or what if there's a bit of gender euphoria or dysphoria involved depending on the wielder??

tldr embodiment and gender, trans- anything are so interesting to fuck with in the mech genre generally, and AoT has extra funky queer history/ancestry potential with the paths, frieda eats her gay uncle and then raises her gay sister? come on

[alaiasole]

🍸 welcome back to solè’s bar 🍸

tonight’s special: eren yeager, unfinished business, & your back against his bathroom mirror.

→ eren yeager x black!reader

→ smut | exes to ??? | modern au | you and eren doing shit you’re not supposed to

→ tags: f!reader, oral (f receiving), mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy, possessiveness, dirty talk

༺☆༻

the music is loud. like, bass-in-your-throat loud.

the kind of loud that makes your drink ripple in your cup as you sway to the beat with your girls.

tonight’s been fun. niyah dragged you out, mikasa found a table, the bartender gave you a free shot just for smiling.

life is good.

your relationship’s been steady, solid. no complaints. your boyfriend’s sweet, consistent, got his shit together.

and you? you’re glowing. you’re soft and happy and trying not to think too hard about anything.

“okay, we gotta move,” niyah calls out over the music, fanning herself dramatically.

“sasha said there’s an afterparty like five minutes from here,” mikasa adds, already standing and reaching for her purse.

you glance around. “where’s sasha at now?”

“she said she was coming right back,” niyah says. “that was like ten minutes ago.”

you pull your phone out. call. no answer.

call again. voicemail.

you frown, looking toward the upstairs hallway. “i’ll go check for her upstairs. maybe she went to the bathroom or somethin’.”

“we’ll come with you,” mikasa offers, already starting to follow.

you shake your head, already stepping away. “nah, it’s fine. it’ll be faster if i go alone. plus… i know my way around here.”

you walk past bodies pressed against the walls, pass the kitchen with the sticky floor, head up the creaky stairs that’ve stayed the same since the last time.

you keep going, past the second-floor hallway, down toward the last door at the end.

you see the bathroom light glowing under the door. it’s cracked open.

“sasha?” you call softly, stepping closer.

you nudge the door open and your whole body just… stills.

your heart drops.

shit.

it’s not sasha.

it’s him.

eren.

your ex.

he’s shirtless. sweat-damp hair, jaw tight, tattoos peeking down his arms and across his chest like they never left your memory.

he’s leaned over the sink, eyes flickering up to meet yours in the mirror like he’s been expecting you.

your breath catches and you swear the whole house goes silent in your ears.

he blinks, slow, then turns around to face you fully.

“…hey.”

fuck.

it’s like your mind just… drifts. naturally.

right into memory lane.

you and eren had been together since high school.

the golden couple. the blueprint. the ones people pointed to and whispered soulmates.

and in the beginning? you really believed it.

you two were so in love. inseparable. always touching, always whispering to each other, always riding for one another.

but somewhere along the way, shit just… shifted.

the fights started small, then turned into full-blown arguments.

you were on and off so many times you lost track.

people stopped asking if y’all were still together because nobody ever really knew.

until eventually, you called it quits. for real.

now you’re with your boyfriend.

he’s sweet. stable. treats you right.

you’re not unhappy.

you’ve convinced yourself you’re happy.

but as you stand here, face-to-face with eren—shirtless, hair a little longer, tattoos you don’t recognize licking down his ribs, his sweat-slick chest rising and falling slow

your heart does that annoying little skip.

you scan him arms flexed, pants slung low, a hint of that deep v-cut on his hips, a little trail of curls leading down to that bi—

whoa.

okay, reel it in.

you blink, shake your head a little.

were you just… eye-fucking your ex?

girl. please.

is that cheating? probably not.

but why the hell does he still look so good?

your eyes meet.

his are calm.

soft.

dangerous.

you swear you feel the room tilt just a little.

his lips move. he’s talking to you.

you’re not even listening.

“are you done staring?” he says, voice low, teasing.

your mouth opens, but you’re still looking at him.

oh.

he’s talking to you.

“oh—yeah. um… sorry. have you seen sasha?”

“no,” he says, “but how’ve you been?”

gosh, the nerve.

“i’m good,” you reply, turning toward the hallway.

he steps behind you.

slams the door shut.

“baby, where you going?”

curse that stupid pet name and what it does to you.

you freeze. “eren, i can’t do this with you right now.”

your voice is calm. too calm.

you’re looking at him.

and suddenly, it’s like everything crashes back at once.

the late-night drives.

the yelling matches.

the slow kisses in the back of his car.

the way he always looked at you like you were the only person in the room.

the breakup.

the heartbreak.

the silence.

“just let me talk to you,” he says.

“eren—”

“five minutes,” he pleads. “just five.”

you sigh. “fine.”

he steps back, arms folded, leaning against the sink like he’s trying not to look too eager.

“i just wanna catch up with my favorite girl.”

your heart flutters.

you shove it down like it means nothing.

“boy, get on with what you wanna tell me.”

he shrugs. “how you been?”

“good.”

“that’s good. how’s college treatin’ you?”

“it’s fine.”

“how’s your sister?”

“she’s cool. she still asks about you.”

he smirks. “how’s your little boyfriend?”

there it is.

you don’t respond right away.

“he’s… great,” you say, but even you don’t believe it.

eren raises a brow. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

“so how’s the relationship?” he asks, real casual.

you hesitate. just a second too long.

“it’s good.”

“mm.” he hums.

but he doesn’t say anything else. just looks at you.

you try again. “it’s good. like… really good.”

he leans forward, slow. “you don’t sound convinced.”

your mouth opens, then closes.

why is your heart racing like this?

“my relationship is great.”

he nods, but the look on his face?

it says sure, baby.

and now your thoughts are racing.

like, okay. your relationship is good.

he’s a good guy. he does everything right.

but… you’ve never felt like this.

not the way eren’s always made you feel

like he could set your whole world on fire with just one look.

and now he’s looking at you like he’s thinking the exact same thing.

eren’s mind is racing.

he never thought he’d get the chance to be this close to you again.

talk to you.

hear your voice.

yeah, sure you both go to the same college.

he’s seen you around.

at a distance.

in passing.

but you always looked straight ahead, never once turning your head to look his way.

and he got it.

he couldn’t blame you.

but still

he never stopped looking.

and now?

you’re right here.

standing in front of him.

goddess braids flowing down your back, honey blonde catching the bathroom light just right.

that color always looked good on you made your skin glow like it was kissed by the sun itself.

he swears you look even more beautiful than you did the last time he saw you.

if that’s even possible.

how the fuck is that even possible?

his eyes drop

to your pretty brown eyes, the ones that used to roll when he made you laugh.

to those soft, full lips he used to kiss like they were his last meal.

to the tiny necklace resting on your collarbone the one he bought you back when shit still felt good.

his gaze trails lower, slow.

he shouldn’t.

but he does.

your outfit hugs every part of you just right.

he can see the curve of your waist, the swell of your hips, the thighs he used to fall asleep between.

those thighs he swore were made to suffocate him.

he shouldn’t be thinking like that.

but here he is.

god, he misses you.

he misses everything.

the sound of your voice in the morning.

the way you’d always throw your leg over his in your sleep.

how you’d pout when you were mad at him but couldn’t stay mad for long.

he misses the soft moments.

he misses the loud ones too.

he misses you.

he can’t believe someone else gets to call you theirs now.

some random ass dude gets to touch you, hold you, listen to you laugh, wake up to you in the morning.

some other man gets to see you smile like that.

he wants to hit something just thinking about it.

and the worst part?

he can’t even be mad.

he’s the one that fucked up.

he’s the reason things ended the way they did.

he was reckless, impulsive.

he said things he didn’t mean, left when he should’ve stayed.

he took for granted what the two of you had.

what you gave him.

and now here you are same girl, whole new glow.

stronger.

prettier.

happier.

or at least, that’s what you’re trying to convince him of.

he can’t stop staring.

and when your eyes finally meet his

it hits him in the chest like a brick.

goddamn.

you’re right there.

close enough to touch.

close enough to ruin all over again.

he wants to say something.

something real.

please come back.

i miss you.

i never stopped loving you.

but his mouth won’t move.

his heart is too busy slamming against his ribs.

you stare at him

“why are you shirtless”“oh. alcohol got spilled on my shirt. why? am i making you nervous?”“eren please.” you roll your eyes.

he laughs a little under his breath, shaking his head like he knows something you don’t.

“you look nervous. like old times.”

“boy, please,” you mutter, crossing your arms. “this ain’t that.”

“nah, i know. you got somebody now,” he says. “you happy?”

“what kind of question—”

“it’s a yes or no.”

you pause. “yes.”

“right.”

he nods like he believes you. but the silence says otherwise.

you shift your weight, already regretting even walking in here.

“eren, don’t do this.”

“do what?” he steps closer, low and calm but firm. “ask about the guy who gets to call you his now? the guy you let hold you at night? the guy you let kiss that smartass mouth?”

“you don’t get to be mad. we broke up.”

“we broke up?” he repeats it, a scoff escaping. “nah, you walked away.”

your jaw tightens. “and you gave me every reason to.”

his face falls, just a little.

“yeah,” he says. “i did.”

he looks away like he can’t even face himself for a second.

but then he looks back at you, fire building behind his eyes.

“but don’t act like it was just me. you didn’t even try. you shut down, you ran, and suddenly i was the only one fighting for us.”

“because you drained me, eren. you think this was easy? loving you was not easy.”

he steps in again, voice rising. “but you did love me, didn’t you?”

your breath catches.

his eyes are burning into you now, like he’s searching for the answer inside your silence.

“and don’t lie,” he says, a little quieter. “you still do.”

you scoff, trying to collect yourself. “you don’t know shit about how i feel anymore.”

“don’t i?”

he leans in, drops his voice.

“the way you were looking at me earlier? the way you’re looking at me now?”

you roll your eyes again, ready to brush it off, but your body’s betraying you. you’re still standing there. still listening. still feeling.

“i have a boyfriend,” you say, almost like you’re reminding yourself.

he nods. “and?”

your eyes narrow. “and i’m loyal to him.”

“even if you don’t love him?”

you hesitate.

he takes a breath, voice softer now, but no less sharp.

does he make you happy?”

you hesitate. and that’s all the answer he needs. but he doesn’t stop there.

“does he remember the little things about you?”

he moves in closer, voice brushing your skin like a touch.

“your favorite color?” he tilts his head. “the way you hate sleeping with socks on? how you always eat the fries first?”

you look away, jaw tightening.

“what about your favorite song? that stupid playlist you made called ‘bad bitch energy only’ even though half of it is sad ass r&b?”

“eren—” you start, but he cuts you off.

“does he please you?”

your heart skips.

he leans in, close enough to kiss, but doesn’t.

“does he make you come the way you like to be pleased?”

you don’t answer. you can’t.

and suddenly, he’s behind you. you didn’t even realize how fast he moved. his hands on your hips now, guiding you to face the mirror in front of you.

and there it is. you and him, reflected back. too close. too familiar.

“fuck…” he breathes, eyes dragging down your frame in the mirror. “look at you. so fucking beautiful.”

his lips ghost over your ear, voice low and filthy.

“you remember how i used to fuck you right here… in front of this mirror?”

your breath hitches. memories crash down like waves.

you remember when you said you knew your way around here?

yeah.

that’s because this is eren’s house.

and this is his party.

fuck.

your stomach flips. all this time. and you walked right into it.

“eren—” you try again, turning your head, but he’s not done.

“yes, i stalk your shit.”

his voice is tight now, rough.

“yes, i see the little pictures you post. you and him all cuddled up. captions like ‘my peace’ and ‘my person.’”

he laughs bitterly.

“that’s supposed to be me, you know that?”

he’s looking straight into the mirror now, straight at you.

“it fucking kills me. watching you play house with someone else. knowing i fucked it up. but that doesn’t stop me from still wanting you. still loving you.”

you swallow hard, trying to stay still even though your body’s screaming.

“why’d you come to the party?”

his voice is softer now, but still cuts deep.

“because… sasha invited me.”

“but you knew it was here.”

“…yeah.”

“and you still came?”

“…yes.”

his smirk is slow, knowing.

“you sure you didn’t come to see me?”

“no, eren. i’m in a relationship. a happy one.”

“mmm.” he presses a kiss to the crook of your neck.

“then why are you letting me touch you like this?”

you close your eyes. “we can’t do this.”

“yes we can.”

“eren—”

“shh.”

his hand slips around your waist, lips brushing your ear.

“tell me… does he make you cum?”

you stiffen.

“like i did? does he fuck you right? make you feel good?”

he kisses your neck, hands gripping your hips tighter.

your silence makes it worse.

“answer me.”

“…no.”

he exhales, satisfied.

“there we go. see?”

his voice dips low again, proud and tender all at once.

“not so hard to tell the truth.”

he turns you so your lips meet in a kissmessy, hungry, like he’s been starving. like he needs this to breathe. he locks the door behind him without breaking the kiss, hands already roaming, gripping, pulling you in like he’s scared you’ll disappear again.

“come here,” he breathes against your mouth, picking you up by the waist. you let out a small gasp as he sits you up on the counter, his lips already back on your neck, jaw, collarbone like he’s trying to memorize every inch of skin again.

his fingers toy with the waistband of your shorts, a smirk tugging at his lips. “can i taste you, baby?”

your brain screams no you shouldn’t have kissed him, you shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be doing this.

but your body? your body is already leaning in. already throbbing for him.

“yes,” you whisper.

he pulls down your shorts and panties in one slow motion, eyes glued to the way you glisten for him. he spreads your thighs open gently, like unwrapping something precious. “fuck,” he groans. “so wet, baby.”

and then he smiles. that same sinful smile that used to ruin you.

he leans in, lips brushing your inner thigh before kissing it softly.

“hi, beautiful,” he murmurs low, hot breath hitting your skin. “i missed you.”

your pussy clenches.

he glances up at you with that cocky-ass expression. “seems like she missed me too.”

you open your mouth to say something smart, but it melts into a moan when his tongue presses flat against your clit. slow. thorough. like he’s savoring it.

he groans into you, deep and hungry, like the taste is better than he remembered. his hands grip your thighs, holding you open as he devours you like a man possessed. “you taste so fuckin’ good,” he mumbles against you, sucking your clit into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, circling it slow and then fast again until your hips are rocking into his face.

“e-eren—” you gasp, your hand reaching down to tangle in his hair.

he moans in response, like he loves hearing you say his name like that. his tongue dips lower, licking up everything you give him, and then he’s back to sucking that spot the one he always knew could make you see stars.

“god, you sound so pretty,” he says between licks, voice thick with want. “you still moan the same. still taste the same. still fuckin’ mine.”

his fingers dig into your thighs tighter, and he flattens his tongue against your clit, fast and relentless. your head falls back. you swear you black out for a second. your legs shake.

“come for me,” he whispers. “don’t hold it. give it to me, baby. let me hear it.”

and just like that you break.

you moan his name as your whole body tightens, thighs squeezing around his head, hips bucking as your orgasm hits you like a fucking tidal wave. it rushes over you, blinding, electric, and so deep it steals your breath.

he doesn’t stop.

he licks you through it, even slower now, letting you ride his mouth until you twitch and whimper from overstimulation. when he finally pulls back, his lips are shiny with you, and he licks them like he just finished dessert.

“fuck,” he whispers, standing between your legs again. “you always give me the prettiest moans.”

and just like that, you’re still panting on the counter. legs trembling. lips parted. looking up at your ex who just reminded you why it was always so hard to let him go.

meanwhile, downstairs?

your girls are looking for you. confused, whispering, pacing the party floor.

“where the hell is she?”

“you don’t think she left, right?”

“no, she wouldn’t just leave.”

your phone’s been blowing up for the past ten minutes buzzing and lighting up on the counter behind you, ignored and forgotten while eren’s got you bent over the sink.

he palms your ass, spreading your cheeks wide. “gonna fuck you just like i always did right in front of this mirror,” he groans, lining himself up. “so you can watch me take what’s mine.”

you barely manage a moan before he thrusts in deep and your back arches instantly. the stretch is too perfect, too familiar. your eyes roll back as he fills you completely.

“fuck,” you whimper, breath fogging the mirror.

he doesn’t even give you a second—he’s already pounding into you, hard and deliberate, gripping your hips like a man with something to prove.

SLAP.

he smacks your ass, then grips it tight with one hand while the other comes around your neck, pulling you back so you have no choice but to watch your own expression in the mirror.

“look at that,” he pants. “look at her fucking cream.”

and you are. slick dripping down the base of his cock, coating your thighs your body is giving in like it missed this, like it was just waiting for this exact moment to lose all self-control.

he pulls your leg up onto the counter, opening you wider. deeper. rougher. he fucks you like he’s punishing you for ever moving on. each thrust knocks a moan from your throat, your body shaking with every snap of his hips.

your phone vibrates again. and again. and again.

the screen lights up behind you, messages flooding in:

Mikasa:

girl. where tf are you??

pick up your phone

sasha’s here she said she hasn’t seen you

are you ok???

Niyah:

we’re literally looking for you rn

your man’s texting us. should we tell him something??

Sasha:

umm where did you disappear to????

Bf❤️:

babe? everything okay?

mikasa said you’re not answering your phone

where are you?

i’m getting worried. pls text me

and then even eren’s phone starts lighting up on the counter, buzzing loudly.

Connie:

brooo did you know y/n was here???

her girls are looking for her did she leave??

Armin:

eren… answer your phone

is y/n with you?

are you okay???

but none of it matters.

because eren’s got you choking on your own moans, hand still wrapped around your throat, lips by your ear.

he thrusts in harder meaner.

your nails claw at the counter, eyes half-lidded.

you sob out a moan. it’s too much. it’s so good.

“he’s never gonna fuck you like this,” eren growls, picking up the pace. “no one ever will. you’re mine—you know that?”

you can’t speak. you can’t think. all you can do is moan as he slams into you over and over again, dick hitting that perfect spot so deep you feel yourself start to come undone.

“say it,” he grunts, voice tight. “tell me who fucks you like this.”

you gasp. “you, eren—fuck—it’s you—”

“that’s right.” he bites your shoulder. “nobody fucks you like me.”

you come hard body shaking, mouth open, crying out his name with a raw, broken moan as you clench around him. your orgasm crashes over you, legs trembling, vision blurred.

he follows right after, groaning deep and guttural as he spills inside you, holding your hips still so he can bury himself in you, deep and messy and so fucking wrong.

he stays like that for a second breathing hard, hands still on your hips.

and then, slowly, he pulls out.

your thighs are shaking. you’re still bent over the counter when he watches it happen his cum dripping out of you, slow and sticky, painting your thighs.

“fuck,” he breathes, licking his lips. “that’s my favorite view.”

and your phone is still vibrating.

still lighting up.

still full of people who don’t know what you just let happen.

but in this moment?

you don’t care.

eren helps you clean up, wordless.

he grabs a towel, wipes you down between your thighs, his eyes still dark and quiet as you tug your shorts back on. you smooth your top. he zips his pants. you fix your hair. he washes his hands. you stare at your reflection like maybe if you blink slow enough, this moment will rewind itself.

but it doesn’t.

you both glance at the door.

you already know it’s time.

eren exhales. you nod.

he unlocks it.

click.

the door swings open, and there they are.

right outside the bathroom, standing in a half circle like the most awkward intervention of all time:

Armin.

Connie.

Sasha.

Mikasa.

Niyah.

and your boyfriend.

every single one of them staring.

no one says a word.

no one has to.

because your skin is still flushed. your lips are a little swollen. your shirt’s tugged too high on one side. eren’s hair is messy, knuckles red, belt buckle crooked. and most damning of all? your boyfriend’s eyes wide, stunned, chest rising and falling like he already knows what he just walked into.

your hair’s a mess.

your lips are swollen.

your clothes are messy

the bathroom smells like sex.

you shift, eyes darting, your heart pounding in your throat like maybe you can fix this if you just explain fast enough but there’s nothing to say.

and then armin, voice barely above a whisper, murmurs:

“…what the fuck.”

but no one responds.

because this?

this is the kind of damage that doesn’t need words.

you look your boyfriend in the eyes.

he looks back at you like you just broke something he can’t pick up.

and in the stillness, the silence, the heavy weight of your decisions lingering like perfume and sweat and bad timing—

all you can think is:

fuck.

[aengelren]

“You really love making life hell, Eren!”

[duckysprouts]

okay but like what was everyone's reaction when spiky eren got his memories back and he fucked for like a hot minute in the dessert??

spiky eren’s desert vacation

depends on who u ask:

zeke, mikasa, and armin were very worried and upset

reiner detected bullshit at first but got more and more panicked as the week progressed

the warriors and 104 ranged from worried to neutral to glad

[luvfy0dor]

Bites or Hickeys? Various x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; suggestive, obv biting, hickeys, perhaps ooc,

Fandoms; Bungo Stray Dogs, Death Note, Attack on Titan, Obey Me

A/n; ogs remember when I was purple, but anyways happy 1 year of writing to me!! I'm super proud of my account and I'm so insanely thankful for all the love I've received and acquaintances/friends I've made. Thank you guys so much <3 even tho there have been times where I really thought I'd quit, I kept going and I'm so grateful I did

Bites ★

The feeling of their teeth sinking into your skin makes them feel almost electric, as if a spark has been lit inside their chest and cause an explosion of carnal desire. Some are softer with it, kissing and licking over the imprints of their teeth to soothe the mild pain it might have caused, but others just bite and move on to the next unoccupied spot. They can't help how desperate they are for you and to prove to themselves that they have you, and their affectionate gestures prove that theyre yours. After all, they'd never do the same for anyone else. Ofcourse after the heat of the moment died down, whether they were gentler or rougher earlier, they'd kiss over the indents and whisper soft praises and murmurs about whatever came to mind. Moments like those were their favorites- second to the actual rendezvous, ofcourse.

• RANPO, Dazai, Akutagwa, Kaji, Twain, Sasha, Zeke, Pieck, MELLO, Belphie, Satan, Leviathan

Hickeys ★

They prefer giving hickeys, sometimes because they think it's classier than biting, and others because they don't want to hurt you by biting too hard. They will, however, make you look just as ravaged, littering your pretty skin with dark, organically shaped marks. Their hands pin your wrists above your head while they suck and lick at your neck, humming as if they were enjoying a meal made by a world-class chef. Their eyes would flicker up to meet yours every now and again, lips curling upwards as they shove one of their knees between yours, allowing you to grind against their thigh while they make quick work of undoing your top and belt. They're far more shameless when they're leaving them along your thighs, so shameless that you almost look like you were bruised- no one was going to see them anyways, so why should they be modest? They'd be lying if they said being able to claim you in such a way didnt turn them on. ♡⁠˖

• fyodor, Sigma, Kunikida, Ango, Mori, Fitzgerald, Fukuzawa, Margaret, Poe, Erwin, Mikasa, Reiner, Historia, Lucifer

Both! ★

They simply can't choose, whether adorning your neck and thighs in dark, dotted half-moons or burgundy splotches, they can't get enough of you. They usually leave them in concealed places, but sometimes it's so difficult to not mark you up all over, especially when you're writhing underneath them and clinging to them like a vice because their lips and mouth just feel that good. You'd intertwines your fingers in their hair, pulling them closer or tugging them away when you're lying breathlessly in the wrinkled and messy sheets. They'd ask you if it's too much, rubbing circles into the sides of your hips with a wide, cheeky grin. God, you looked so good underneath them, all bashful and shy with your eyes half lidded and your lips slightly agape. Your labored breaths and quiet sighs were like music to their ears, so really, how could they choose just one when they could give you both and double the fun? ♡⁠˖

• NIKOLAI, Chuuya, yosano, bram, Oda, Atsushi, Lucy, Mushitaro, Tecchou, Tachihara, Eren, jean, Connie, Armin, Hange, maybeee levi, Ymir, Matt, Matsuda, Misa, im torn between both and neither for L, Mammon, Asmo, Beel

Neither ★

They prefer not to leave a physical mark on you, but rather give you a good time to remember them by. A mark will fade quicker than a memory. ♡⁠˖

• Nathaniel Hawthorne, Light, Jouno

A/n: hey chat I didn't realize today was my anniversary so I kinda speedran the characters, it might not be SUIUUPER in character so I'm sorry 😞

[hanjisungslag]

hiiii!! so sorryyy idk if you take requests BUTT could you do headcannons of being in an argument with the aot characters?

🗣️ aot characters & arguments

characters involved: eren, armin, mikasa, connie, jean, sasha, reiner, annie, bertolt, erwin, levi & hange

notes: i do take requests indeed!! :3 i luv angst, i hope this is gd♡

✧ eren jaeger - 

okay, when you guys argue it’s honestly more cute than anything because you’re both so protective of one another. neither of you wanted each other to join the scouts because it was so dangerous but, you both joined anyways obviously. oh my god, you guys non-stop bicker when there’s a mission! and don’t even get me started if you get put into different teams😭 you start TWEAKINGG. after he finds out he’s the attack titan, oh it gets 10x worse. his absolute biggest fear is losing control and hurting you - he’s already so conflicted, confused & felt like an outcast. he definitely lashes out more and becomes snappier than usual but, it does come from a place of sincerity.

when this happens, you just leave it be. as soon as it’s not just bickering anymore, when a voice is raised or an insult is made, you just leave it. you understand he’s going through a lot and just needs a minute but, TRUST ME! when you walk off, you make sure it is known that your feelings are hurt.

“i said no! you are not being on my team! im going with the levi squad, thats final.”

✧ armin arlert -

you both love each other very much but, goddamn you’re both so up your own arses! you are the ‘smart couple’ you are both strategic and witty and have your own way you go about things. so, when it comes to deciding whose plan is better, you always think yours is better and admin thinks his is better. this has (and probably always will be) the main root of your arguments, tbh. nobody likes to get involved either because if someone picks a side then even more havoc will break lose. the only people who’ve ever come between you two is: mikasa, levi & erwin.

it’s just like a debate, you know the ones on jubilee where it’s just people speaking over each other with different facts and sources? literally you two. you both would keep going until the end of time if you didn’t need to sleep, eat and drink water. it’s never that serious at the end of the day, you both love each other and i GUESS you can appreciate each others plans albeit you both think yours is better.

“if you actually listen to me when i say, my layout is better! look at how easy it is to manoeuvre from the castle to the forest!”

✧ mikasa ackerman -

wash the damn scarf. that is all you ask of her. she has literally never washed it and you love but jesus christ, stink LINGERS. not only do you think it’s weird she doesn’t wash it but, it’s also from eren… now, you know mikasa’s lore, of course. however, it’s really hard to get over your girlfriend having this deep love for this smelly scarf that her ex-crush gave to her after he literally saved her from being kidnapped. at first, you try to ignore it but it gets to a point where you sit down and talk to her but, she is not having it. she clearly cares very, very deeply for this scarf and will defend it. it’s really awkward conversation that slowly turns into raised voices and some opinionated things being raised.

“why are you getting jealous over a scarf? that’s so stupid! i just have fond memories with it!”

✧ connie springer -

again, not so much major arguments but just bickers. it usually starts as a joke but slowly but surely divulges into an argument about something stupid. one time, someone ate the last of jean’s meal that his mum made for him and he saved until today, obviously he was super upset and jokingly you blamed connie. at first, all was well, laughs were being heard and he even poked fun at you but, somewhere along the way it became more serious for you two, you genuinely suspected connie of eating jean’s meal and connie was getting visibly more upset.

“that was so not me! why are you telling them that?! i didn’t eat it, y/n!”

jean regretted asking who ate his food.

✧ jean kirstein -

jean is unfortunately a jealous guy. not for any malicious reasons, he’s just a bit insecure gang! he’s more scared that you’ll leave him for someone ‘better’ more than anything but, these feelings of insecurity manifest as jealously. he’d get jealous over you spending time with people like eren, mikasa or armin. in so many aspects, they’re better than him (in his eyes) and this will just make him reallyyy pissy. being in an argument with jean is painstakingly ambiguous like he never straight up says it, it’s always sly remarks or dry responses from him for a while. eventually, you know something is up and question him but he will avoid answering like the plague and it’s just so, so frustrating! eventually, when you break your calm demeanour, he will also break his ‘nonchalant-ness’ and just shout about how he feels.

he crossed his arms, “i just don’t understand why you need to be around him so much, you have me?”

✧ sasha braus -

absolutely nothing. i’m sorry but, she is too sweet and loving. IM SORRY, i’m sorry… i tried so hard to think of something but this queen is too perfect. at most, she would snap at you in high stress situations but she would never turn it into an argument. for example, if you told her to slow down her eating because you’re going on a mission but, she hasn’t eaten much that day she may snap and tell you to “let her do what she wants” but, she’s sooo quick to recover and apologise. literally not even giving you a second to even think about arguing with her!!

“ah, i’m sorry. you’re right, i don’t wanna be sick while flying through the air, huh?” she pouts.

✧ reiner braun -

you’re both from marley, you know damn well what you’re doing here but it seems reiner is straying off path. you’re there to try and remind him why you’re there and this leads to so many arguments. his split personality also plays a role in the arguments because it’s so.. scary and confusing for you because one moment he’s defending eldians than the next, he’s shouting at you about how he ‘knows the plan’.

when talking about stuff like this, since it’s extra sensitive for reiner he definitely flips out. i’m talking shouting, angry grunting, clenching his fists into balls and holding them against his forehead so he doesn’t fully crash tf out. he’s just as confused and scared as you are about his split personality but, he doesn’t want to seem weak or to seem like he’s losing sight of what is ‘right’ - it gets him really worked up. obviously, you stand your ground against him, he doesn’t scare you when you’re arguing. you’ve known him for so long.. you feel like he just needs to be guided.

“when did i ever say i liked them? yes, they’re okay people to be around for now but— no, i never said that! i know what they are, you don’t remind to tell me, y/n!”

✧ annie leonhart -

just the fact she’s cold and distant, it makes it really hard to actually have a relationship with her. at first, she was closed off COMPLETELY but cracks began to show and eventually, you thought you were at a good point with each other but, you kind of realised you didn’t know that much about annie. you try to ask questions to get her to open up but, she is one tough egg to crack so eventually, you just ask! hoping to help her more than anything but, this leads to an argument…

after this first argument, it became pretty regular like once every few weeks this would happen. you get super frustrated because she acts like she doesn’t even care! so, you’re shouting and getting really passionate while she sits there, looking pissed off and bored, rolling her eyes and scoffing. she doesn’t see the need to open up to you, she’s done what she thinks is ‘enough’ in her books.

“what do you want me to say? i’m not an open book, that’s just how i am. we’re all gonna end up dead, anyways.”

✧ bertolt hoover -

sigh… oh bert. every time you feel yourself developing further into your relationship with bert, his friends seem to pull him back. you’re still not quite sure why and they always seem to be giving side eyes or glances when he talks about his life - its starting to piss you off, rightfully so. you feel like he’s got two other side hoes watching yours and his every move! you being this up in subtle ways as to not seem like a crazy, jealous partner but eventually you burst and tell him how you really feel.

arguing with sweet bert isn’t fun because you can tell he tries so hard to please everyone in the situation, whether it’s you, him or now in this case, his friends too. he will raise his voice but, not in a bad way just in a general sense, things are getting heated, his voice will raise and he will fling his arms and hands. he’s a very expressive man when arguing because he is so passionate about it.

“y/n, they’re my friends! they’re just trying to protect me, why are you jealous?”

✧ erwin smith -

there’s so such things as arguments in your relationship, erwin likes to call them ‘mutual disagreements’ as your both in the scouts, he knows your time is limited. it’s a morbid and pessimistic way to think but, you have to be realistic when you live such a deadly lifestyle. he doesn’t want to take your time together for granted - plus, he’s a MAN like, he is calm and collected and will always hear you out.

you both start off calm, having a mature conversation about whatever it is that is bothering you but, when you start getting rowdier that’s when erwin quells the flames quickly. he takes a deep breath, hears you out and calmly walks you through it all. he’s so compassionate about it, i cant omg. he’ll gently place a hand over your own hand or on your shoulder if you’re standing, letting you know he’s present, he’ll sweetly talk you down, eventually calming you down and usually you’ll both say apologises or just general sweet statements and move on!

“i’m sorry, y/n. no, i’m glad you talked to me about this.”

✧ levi ackerman -

oh lord, being in an argument with levi ackerman is nawwtt fun. i’m sorry but, i’d kms if i argued with levi 😭. this man has such an awful resting bitch face as it is but, imagine his face when he’s arguing with you? IF LOOKS COULD KILL. he cant hide his emotions, so when you’re arguing even if he’s trying to be somewhat nice, his face says it all. usually he’ll roll his eyes and scoff if it’s something minor, he’ll hear you out, maybe give a half arsed apology or some sort of nice gesture to make sure you’re not upset however, if it’s a big issue oh brother…

silent treatment, i fear. he is so bad at communicating his feels correctly and often feels confused because this mf ain’t been in love before?! it gets too a point where he’s so mad, he just cant even begin to think of anything to say to you. you’ll be there raising your voice, becoming so passionate and when you ask what he thinks, he’ll say “i have nothing to say.” then boom, silent treatment. however, he’s bad with his words… but good with his actions. he still wants you to know he cares, you two could be in the most rancid moods but, you’ll go to your room and find your clothes ironed and folded🥲.

✧ hange zoë -

oh my sweet hange, my probably neurological challenged sweet hange… an argument with them would definitely stem from them spending more time with titans than you. when sawney and bean were around, you weren’t getting ANY time of day with them, trust. at first, you didn’t want to say anything because of course, you understand! the lifetime you guys are living in, things like hange’s research is soo important but, you can’t help but feel neglected sometimes.

when you finally bring it up, an argument ensues. neither of you really shout or anything, it’s just that kind of weird sort of raised, high pitched voice people get when you’re really frustrated. you both stay relatively calm for the situation you’re in but, you can totally tell you’re both so frustrated because hange just doesn’t see the problem. when you guys argue like this, it usually just goes in circles and after a while you both decide to mutually give up and leave it for another day.

“it’s all for science and the greater good of humanity though, i don’t understand?”

[calitears]

VLOG #1. SUMMERBOY

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You sighed after having finally finished your closing tasks for the night, right after having helped panda and inumaki ‘hide the evidence’ of a whole set of shot glasses they had dropped. All while praying the main bartender, Ieiri, or Shoko as gojo always called her, didn't notice.

The bar wasn’t closed off yet, waiting on a few more people to finish up their drinks, and so you sat down, watching as panda worked to close off the last few tabs.

You heard the stool next to you being pulled out, only to find megumi joining you at the counter to your left.

He gave you glance before letting out a sigh. You assumed it was because his last customers of the night was a party of 15 celebrating some 18 year old’s birthday, and even after letting you help him it was exhausting.

He spoke up, lowly, not enough for it to be considered a whisper or a mumble, but enough to highlight the clear exhaustion he was experiencing.

“You want a drink?”

“Well, if you’re offering.”

Letting out a huff of a laugh, he called out to panda to get his attention. Megumi let you order yours, before he asked for his own sake.

Panda nodded, yet hesitated a second after. “As much as i’d love to give you guys these for free, both Ieiri and Gojo agreed we can only do that on Fridays from now on.”

You looked at Megumi, before telling Panda it was fine. Megumi hummed out a short agreement.

“You’re not driving are you?” Megumi turned to ask you after panda had gone back to making the drinks.

You shook your head in response, "No, I live like seven minutes down the street. I'm guessing you live close by as well?"

“Yeah, ten to fifteen.”

A couple minutes pass by while waiting for you drinks, the sound of whatever late night show was left to play on the tv filling in the surprisingly comfortable silence between you both.

When you finally got the drinks, he raised his slightly in your direction.

“Toast, for a good first day of work together?”

You gave him a slight smile, before clinking the glass against his. Despite his occasional smart ass comment, there was no denying he was attractive, and you didn’t hold back from letting your gaze wander across the current side profile that faced you. Megumi had sharp features, but was blessed with a delicate touch to them.

After a couple seconds he turned back to face you while sipping on his drink, causing you to suddenly remembered something. Digging through your purse, gasping out a ‘wait’ that made him stop and raise an eyebrow.

He watched as you pulled out some type of camera, but by its style it could possibly be a decade old model.

“And what’s that?”

“New camera I bought this weekend. I was thinking of making short vlogs throughout the summer as like a cute little memory ‘cause I keep seeing these digicam vlogs everywhere.”

“You’re gonna vlog your summer? I mean if that’s what you wanna do…” Megumi shrugged slightly, watching you with some amusement as you turned it on and pointed it at him.

“Introduce yourself! In case I don’t get the chance to record you again soon.”

“Whatever… alright, my name’s Megumi Fushiguro and i’m l/n’s parol officer for the next week.”

You rolled your eyes at the comment, before shifting the lens to Panda who now also wanted to be included, distracting you from Megumi placing down a few bills, paying for both your drinks.

NOTES:

yes gojo had to clean the bathroom up alone

just assume yn has everyone saved as their first names bc when she didn’t know anyone she had maki make the contacts </3

y/n has been working for like half a week but it’s the ‘first’ full day of training with megumi

anytime i edit a gif in it makes the messages’ quality drop it’s so annoying pls forgive it’s not like insanely noticeable but it just bothers me srry guys little rant 🥀🥀🥀

forgive any run on sentences commas are my long lost lovers

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[clfixationstation]

I still think it's very silly that when Eren "died" in season 1, Mikasa was deeply shaken, but soon realized that she still had fight in her and wanted to live to preserve her memories of him. She chose to stand up and fight to honor him

And then there's Armin, who went catatonic, who wanted nothing more than to die with Eren, who tried to convince Mikasa and Connie to leave him with a blade so he could save them and join Eren...

I know it's often said that Mikasa was obsessed with Eren, or that she was too attached to him, but I think we're ignoring the real codependent mess here

[turn-my-hollow-purple]

Weirdly Specific Green Flags of AOT Characters

you guys were kinda weird about my red flag post but you also liked it so idfk 😭 please no weird comments on this one <3

Eren: Always remembers the oddly specific details you mentioned once, like your favorite snack or a childhood memory.

Mikasa: Carries extra hair ties, band-aids, and snacks just in case someone else needs them.

Armin: Will help you move, build furniture, or study, and somehow make it fun and stress-free.

Jean: Walks/takes you home, no matter how “out of the way” it is.

Connie: Can cheer you up instantly with the perfect meme for every mood.

Sasha: Always shares her food, no questions asked

Erwin: Always holds the door open for others, even if they're awkwardly far away.

Levi: Notices when you're overwhelmed and quietly takes care of things without making a big deal about it.

Hange: Gets genuinely excited about your passions, no matter how niche or random (will watch movies, tv shows, read books, etc. to understand these interests).

Annie: Notices when you're uncomfortable in social situations and effortlessly helps you slip away without drawing attention.

Bertholdt: Gives the warmest, most comforting hugs; you didn’t expect it, but now you need more.

Reiner: Always offers to carry heavy things without making it seem like a big deal.

Historia: Compliments strangers in a way that feels completely genuine and makes their day.

Ymir: Defends you in every situation, even if it’s just you losing a dumb game.

[animamii]

highschoolsweetheart!eren continuing his Justin Bieber dance proposal tradition Sophomore year. The first time had gone slightly viral around your school and garnered a few thousand views. His “Baby” performance had become a running joke among your friends, and you couldn’t set foot in the quad without someone teasing, “When’s the next show, y/n?” You would always laugh it off, even though the memory made your heart flutter. There was something undeniably sweet about the way Eren had thrown himself into it, even if he couldn’t quite hit the choreography like Justin did. After all, your best friend was still that goofy kid who could barely pass Phys Ed.

The Spring dance had finally rolled around, with girls being asked with those cute, cheesy posters with creative puns about favorite movies and such. It seemed like there was at least one dance proposal every passing period. You'd watch, an audible 'awee' and smile on your face as you'd walk by. It started to make you wonder if Eren was going to ask you to the dance again. The two of you weren't officially boyfriend/girlfriend. Still just two best friends who had feelings for each other and too afraid to straight up admit it. Pussies.

Still, you wondered if he would ask. Days pass by, no dance proposal. Not one question out of his mouth asking what color dress you were wearing, not one peep about being extra and renting one of those limo's, even if it is just the spring formal. No hints. No teasing. Eren had been unusually quiet the past few days, which was saying something for a guy whose every thought usually tumbled out of his mouth unfiltered. His odd behavior didn’t go unnoticed by your friends, either. “He’s planning something,” Sasha says, mouth full of pizza, nudging you with a grin. “You just know he’s gonna top last year.”

"I don't think he's gonna ask me this year," you sigh, chin in your palm as you look into the distance. It's lunchtime, with you sitting at your usual lunch table. "Usually he teases me about it and makes a whole spectacle, only able to talk about the dance and how cute we're gonna look. But this time? Radio silence."

Sasha squints at you, chewing thoughtfully. “Hmm, that is weird for Eren. The guy’s basically a walking megaphone when it comes to you.” So much for Sasha trying to reassure you, huh.

“I don’t know,” you mumble, poking at your burrito bowl mindlessly. “Maybe he’s just not feeling it this year. Or maybe he’s, like… over it? I mean, it’s not like we’re…together. Maybe he’s moved on.” You hated how your voice cracked a little at the end.

Mikasa, sitting across from you, raises a brow and lets out a soft snort. “Eren? Moving on from you? Not likely.” Now that had got your hopes up again. Maybe a little too up. Mikasa’s words hung in the air, and you tried not to read too much into them. After all, she was Eren’s sister. She’d know if he was up to something…right? But the doubt didn’t go away. You spent the rest of the day trying to distract yourself with schoolwork and gossip, but your mind kept wandering back to Eren and his strange behavior. He had always been loud, animated, and—when it came to you—unapologetically over the top. It wasn’t like him to hold back, and the change was starting to get under your skin.

The rest of the week crawled by at a snail’s pace, and you couldn’t shake the unease settling in your chest. Eren was still around, still Eren, but he felt distant in a way that was unfamiliar. You hated overthinking—it wasn’t like you had any claim to him—but your mind kept spinning with questions you didn’t dare voice out loud.

On Tuesday, you walked into school bracing for another uneventful day. The Spring dance was now just a few days away, and with every cheesy proposal you passed in the halls, your hope dimmed a little more. Maybe Sasha was wrong. Maybe Mikasa was just being her cryptic self. Maybe Eren really wasn’t going to ask you this year.

By lunchtime, you’d all but convinced yourself that Eren wasn’t going to ask you. Eren’s silence, the lack of his usual over-the-top antics—it all settled heavily on your chest. You tried to convince yourself it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe he was just busy, or maybe this was the year he’d decided to keep things low-key. But even as you repeated those excuses in your head, a small voice whispered doubts. Maybe he really wasn’t going to ask you. Maybe he’d gotten bored of the whole thing. Maybe he’d gotten bored of you.

Sasha was the first to call you out. “You’re sulking,” she said bluntly, mouth full of lasagna as she pointed her fork at you. “It’s not a good look, y/n.” yeah, neither is talking with a mouth full of food.

Your head snapped up, cheeks flushing with indignation. “I’m not sulking,” you protested, though the slump of your shoulders and the way you’d been picking at your pasta suggested otherwise. You always swore you didn't give two craps about silly school dances, yet here you were.

“She’s totally sulking,” Ymir chimed in, pulling her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose to get a better view of that sad puppy dog look you wore. She grinned mischievously, clearly relishing in your discomfort. “Don’t worry, y/n. Maybe someone else will ask you. I hear Marco’s still single.” Historia elbows her girlfriend, giving her that look that mothers give their kids when they say stupid things.

The glare you shot her could’ve melted steel. “Gee, thanks, Ymir. That’s exactly what I needed to hear.” You gave the freckled brunette a sarcastic smile, eyes still narrowed in saltiness.

Sasha snickered, and even Mikasa, who rarely involved herself in your drama, let out a quiet huff of amusement. She was sitting across from you, her expression calm and unreadable as always. But there was a faint glimmer in her eyes that suggested she was finding this whole situation mildly entertaining.

“Leave her alone,” Mikasa said, her voice soft but firm. “Eren’s not dumb enough to let this dance go by without asking her.”

Her words hit like a spark of hope, though you were quick to extinguish it. “He’s been acting so weird lately,” you muttered, pushing your food around your tray. “It’s like he doesn’t even care about the dance this year. Usually, by now, he’s already annoying me with ideas for matching outfits or telling me how he's gonna ask the dj to play our favorite song and I better dance with him.”

“Maybe he’s planning something epic,” Sasha suggested, wiggling her eyebrows dramatically. “Like a flash mob or fireworks. You know Eren, he doesn’t do anything halfway.”

You sighed, dropping your chin into your palm. “Or maybe he’s not planning anything at all,” you said, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. “Maybe he’s just… over it. Over me.”

The table went quiet for a moment, and you instantly regretted saying it out loud. You hated how vulnerable it made you feel, like you were exposing a part of yourself you usually kept hidden. Mikasa was the first to break the silence, letting a laugh of a scoff out with her usual passively amused look.

"Are you intentionally being whiny and delusional?" she said, her brow arching slightly as if the idea was utterly laughable. "Eren could never be over you. Not in this lifetime." Her tone was calm, deliberate, and edged with a certainty that should’ve reassured you. But it only made you feel more exposed.

You glanced at her, searching for any sign of sarcasm or teasing, but Mikasa’s expression was as steady and unshakable as ever. She wasn’t the type to say things she didn’t mean, and yet… doubt still lingered in the back of your mind. She was Eren’s sister, after all. If anyone knew what he was up to, it was her. But would she actually tell you if he was planning something? Or would she keep his secrets, leaving you to wallow in uncertainty?

“Whatever,” you mumbled, averting your eyes and resting your forehead against the table. “Can we please not talk about this anymore?”

The conversation reluctantly shifted, though you could feel your friends exchanging knowing glances. Historia began ranting about something Ymir had done the day before, with Ymir trying to defend herself and Sasha laughing so hard she almost falls over, but their voices faded into the background. You nodded when needed, forced a laugh when necessary, but your heart wasn’t in it. All you could think about was Eren—why he’d been so distant lately and why it stung so much that he hadn’t asked you yet.

Finally, it was the end of the school day, and oh were you ready to go home and demolish some ice cream and watch cheesy prom rom coms to ease (or add to) the pain. Dragging your feet through the school parking lot, your eyes are glued to the asphalt as you half listen to Sasha rambling about being a judge for the school's bake off. That is until you hear a commotion.

"What the hell is that?" Sasha points to a crowd, students bunched up making a spectacle of something. Was it a fight? Some kid get too drunk and start puking? Or another stupidly cheesy dance proposal that would make you feel sick/

"What the fuck is everyone looking at?" You hear Ymir shout as her and Historia walk up behind you. All you can do is shrug, getting on your tip toes to try and get a better view.

You squint, trying to see just what the commotion was. "I can't even tell." The crowd is growing, cheers and laughter echoing across the parking lot. A few phones are already out, cameras flashing as everyone jockeys for the best view. You feel your stomach flip—somehow, you already know this has something to do with Eren.

“Y/n, you better get over there,” Mikasa says, nudging your shoulder with a sly smirk that practically screams I know something you don’t. You don't know where the hell she came from, but you listen.

“What?” you ask, though your legs are already moving, curiosity outweighing your hesitation. You weave through the gathering crowd, muttering apologies as you brush past classmates who are grinning and whispering like they’re in on some huge secret.

And then you see it.

Eren dressed in a black tee, silver dog tag around his neck, gray jeans, and white high top air forces. You already know what song he's about to perform just from the outfit alone. It’s classic Eren— in the middle of a makeshift circle trying to channel Justin Bieber’s vibe but somehow making it infinitely more chaotic. Behind him, Jean's truck speakers blasting the unmistakable opening chords of "Love Me.”

Your jaw drops. "Oh my god." Heart fluttering, you smile. Of course Eren didn't move on. Eren grins when he spots you, his green eyes bright and mischievous. He raises a hand dramatically, signaling the crowd to part just enough for him to lock eyes with you.

“Y/n!” he calls out, his voice carrying over the music. This time he has one of those Bluetooth microphones, pink and lighting up with those cheap RGB lights. “This one’s for you!” In classic Eren fashion, he does a high jump off of the back of Jean's truck bed as he belts out the beginning lyrics.

"My friends said I'm a fool to think that you're the one for me. I guess I'm just a sucker for love~"

His hands form a heart in front of his chest as he does a back shuffle, which you see Jean nodding in approval to, his own feet doing the back step in sync. Connie is sitting on the top of Jean's truck, phone in hand as he waves his phone and nods his head along to the beat. He has another microphone, singing the backing vocals.

" 'Cause honestly the truth is that you know I'm never leavin', 'cause you're my angel sent from above"

Eren's points an arm up to the air before doing a backflip, which he lands.... Barely. The landing is a bit sloppy, with him having to take another step to ensure he doesn't trip or fall. The crowd gasps, but shouts when he shows he's okay.

“Oh my god, he’s insane,” you mumble, burying your face in your hands for a second, though you can’t stop peeking between your fingers. This boy will literally risk almost breaking his neck if it would make you smile.

“Insanely in love with you,” Sasha teases, nudging you with her elbow as she laughs.

“Shut up,” you mutter, though you’re barely paying attention to her. Your focus is entirely on Eren as he jumps back onto Jean’s truck bed, spinning in place as he belts out another verse.

"Baby, you can do no wrong. My money is yours, give you a little more because I love ya!"

Money flutters through the air, Eren tossing two handfuls as he sings the line. It rains down, with students rushing to grab it before they look at it with a disappointed groan and dropping it. You pick some bills up, the green paper saying 'Eren Buckz' with a picture of Eren winking in the middle. Just how much effort did this boy put into this? You giggle and stuff the fake money into your binder's clear front sleeve.

"With me, girl is where you belong. Just stay right here, I promise my dear put nothing above ya!"

Suddenly you're scooped into a folding chair. Looking back, you see Armin give you a sheepish smile as he makes sure you're comfortable in the chair. Eren slides off the truck bed, getting on his knees right in front of you and taking your hand, placing a kiss to your knuckles and a cocky wink. He skips back to the middle just as the chorus starts.

"Love me, love me. Say that you love me."

In tandem Eren, Jean, Armin, and Connie do a little choreographed routine. Hands making hearts on their chests, shuffling their feet in that 2010's fashion. You hear Sasha shouting at Connie, calling him the biggest dork although Connie is feeling himself, winking at some girl who's watching. Armin gets along, busy staring at his feet as he sloppily tries to coordinate his moves with the rest of the boys. And Jean, being the one who most definitely put this dance together, is doing this like it's his second nature, never missing a beat and honestly probably stealing all the thunder.

Then Eren starts to do the damn cat daddy and spongebob, somehow doing it with such swagger that you're actually pretty impressed. His feet move with a liquid swiftness, and he pops his imaginary collar just how Justin does.

“I didn’t teach him that move,” Jean mutters, loud enough for you to hear as he shakes his head and facepalms. Although deep down Jean is proud of his friend's dance moves.

"My heart is blind, but I don't care. Cause when I'm with you everything has disappeared. And every time I hold you near, I never wanna let you go."

Eren pulls you up from your seat, taking your binder and setting it down as he twirls you around. A flurry of giggles leaves your lips as you get dizzy. He catches you, dipping you as he looks at you with those dazzling emerald eyes of his. How could you ever doubt that this boy was over you?

Armin and Connie rush behind you two, pulling out a giant banner painted to say, "Tell me what I wanna hear and say yes to the Spring Fling". It was definitely Mikasa's handiwork, being too neat to be Eren's writing.

“Y/n,” he says, voice soft from singing too loud, but his voice still carries over the music. “Will you let me take you to the dance? Because you’re the only one I’d ever make a fool like this for.” He has the cutest grin on his face, so enamored that the moment is solely you two.

The crowd “aww’s” as the song fades into its final beats. Your heart stutters, heat rushing to your face as every eye lands on you. But there’s only one pair of eyes you care about—bright, earnest green, watching you like you’re the only person in the world.

You can't help but smile, your heart beating a million miles a minute as if you were the one doing the insane dance routine. “Only if you promise to never stop being this ridiculous.”

He wraps you in a dramatic hug, lifting you slightly off the ground as the crowd cheers around you. “Deal,” he says, his voice warm and certain. “Wouldn’t know how to stop even if I tried.”

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Part uno is right hereeee

I literally loveee this series idk why i love high school sweetheart Eren. If y'all have requests, thoughts, head canons send them in so we can swoon over the cutie together. love yalllll