#so he's permanently minty fresh lmao

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//There, I did more than put Ri’anoh in an aloha shirt, I put him (and Kamaya and Gi’utoh because I can) in the full getup, you happy now?

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Drunk: Eren x reader ☁️

This definitely didn’t go in the direction I expected, but I’m not mad about it LMAO. Just a little Eren fluff for ya’ll. Lmk if you want a part 2 (which may or may not have smut hehehehe)

AGDASA this makes me drool

Art creds go to @suechimu on Twitter! 

Your head was already pounding, and you had only been drunk for a few hours. Not a good omen for the morning; you were dreading the hangover that was soon to come. 

The faint light of the camp by the sea swayed slightly as you stumbled down the path, heading for your own tent where you could finally pass out. You had been with Connie and Sasha for way longer than you intended, drinking far more than you probably should have after weeks of hard travel and planning. Connie had passed out on his bedroll after only three drinks, and Sasha had finally succumbed to the bread she had been storing, which left you alone on your walk. 

The fresh ocean air felt nice on your face, and you breathed deeply as you stumbled along. The darkness made it difficult to tell where you were going, but most people had gone to sleep a while ago, which hopefully meant that you wouldn’t get caught this drunk wandering around. 

Unfortunately, you spoke too soon. 

“Y/n?” A low, familiar voice said from behind you, and you jolted, turning. 

Eren stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets and his hair pulled out of his face. His eyebrows were raised slightly as he took in your glazed eyes and unbalanced posture, but he didn’t say anything else. 

“Eren,” you muttered, cursing soundly in your head. Of all the people you wanted to run into, Eren was probably at the bottom of the list. Eren, who you had been in love with since the day you met him when you were fifteen, who had broken your heart over and over without even knowing. Eren, who would never, ever know your true feelings. 

“What are you doing out this late?” He took a step towards you, and it took every last sober thought to not sprint away from him at top speed. Or kiss him. 

“Lost track of time,” you said, your words slurring slightly, and his green eyes flashed. 

“Have you been drinking?” 

Obviously. “What do you care?” 

“I don’t.” 

No, no he didn’t. Which was why you would never tell him of the painful, unconditional feelings you had for him. That, and there was also the issue of Mikasa. Your friend who had loved Eren since they were children and had protected him for years… you couldn’t just insert yourself between them like that. The only person you had ever told was Armin, and you made him swear to never tell a soul. 

“I gotta go,” you said, swaying, and you didn’t look at Eren as you turned away. Unfortunately, you had less balance than you expected, and you began to tilt as your body rejected walking normally. 

You didn’t even notice Eren lunging for you until he had you wrapped in his arms, holding you upright. 

“You really shouldn’t be out like this,” he murmured in your ear, and you felt your whole body flush. 

“I-I-” Your words were cut off as he lifted you into his arms, hugging you tightly to his chest as he began to stride through the camp. 

“Hey wait!” You gasped. “Put me down!” 

“You can’t even walk straight. I think it’s better if I carry you.” 

You gritted your teeth, but he was right. You were barely sober enough to walk anymore, let alone make it across camp to your own tent. 

But being this close to Eren…you knew you’d be up all night, playing his words over and over, picturing his face in the dim light, imagining his arms around you all the time—

No. No. You wouldn’t go down this road yet again. “Will you take me to Jean?” 

Eren stiffened slightly, even as his face remained blank. “What?” 

“Will you take me to—“

“I heard you the first time. Why?”

You and Jean had a…fine relationship. You loved one another as friends, but neither of you were IN love. You could distract each other, working off your physical needs every once and a while by spending a night in each other's tent. It wasn’t permanent, and it didn’t mean anything, but you were happy he was around. Especially at times like this, when you needed to pull your thoughts as far from Eren as possible. 

“I want to…see him.” 

Eren didn’t even look at you. “You’re too drunk to continue any… nightly activities.” 

“What?” You gaped. He didn’t answer, and you wriggled in his arms. “Eren, what the hell!”

“You’re clearly exhausted. You seeing Jean won’t help you in the morning when we have to start training again.” 

You glared at him, but your drunken mind was foggy. “Fuck you,” you muttered, but...you relaxed against his chest again. 

Until you realized you weren’t going in the direction of your tent. “Where are you taking me?”

“My tent.” 

You could have sworn something in your brain exploded. “Uh...what?” 

Eren gave you an annoyed look. “I don’t trust that you won’t go wandering out again. You can just sleep on my mat for the night.” 

You swallowed. Twice. “I-I mean--”

Eren stopped in the middle of the path, his face shadowed. “I won’t take you against your will, but I would like to make sure you’re ok.” 

“Ok, fine,” you muttered, leaning your exhausted head back on his shoulder. 

You closed your eyes for only a second, but when you opened them, you were curled inside a small, warm tent, a bundle of blankets over you and a bucket to the right. 

A few feet away sat Eren, who shuffled through a stack of papers on a low table in front of him. You blinked blearily, rubbing your eyes, and Eren immediately snapped his attention to you. 

“You’re awake?” 

You groaned instead of answering, rubbing your temples. “What time is it?” 

“It’s still the middle of the night. Go back to sleep.” 

“But...what about you?” You had taken his bedroll. 

“I’m fine.” 

His eyes were intent on your face, but you avoided his gaze like your life depended on it. Those eyes… so pretty. They were why your favorite color was green. 

You heard him shift, sliding towards you across the floor, and you almost jumped out of your skin as he gently grabbed your face. 

“Why do you never look at me?” His voice was low and annoyed. 

Your eyes immediately snapped to his, your breath coming out in a whoosh. “I do.” 

He shook his head, leaning closer until his minty breath washed across your cheeks. “Don’t lie.” 

A small sound came out of your mouth, and you were sure your feelings were written all over your face. Eren studied you carefully, his eyes sweeping up your reddening cheeks and down to your lips. 

You weren’t sure you were breathing as he leaned forward, barely an inch away, and your eyes fluttered closed. Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears, and you just wanted to close the rest of the distance and kiss him…

But then the heat of his body was receding as he sat back, and you could only blink up at him in bleary, hurt confusion. “What was that?” You stuttered, your voice a little high pitched. 

“I’m not going to do this when you’re drunk.”

“I don’t…” Did he mean he would kiss you when you were sober? You suddenly regretted ever even glancing in the direction of alcohol. 

Eren could apparently see your confusion, because he looked smug. “When you’re mine, you’re going to be perfectly sober and coherent when I make you moan so the whole camp can hear.” 

Your mouth fell open. Eren only grinned in a self satisfied way as he turned back to his papers. “Go back to sleep.” 

Your still drunk mind swirled, and you couldn't be sure this wasn’t just a lucid dream. 

Part 2 here!!