ask the jaeger boy

snkill-all-the-titans  asked:

I fully support Beardwin and Beirdner, but yeah Erens beard is just really weird

beardwin: GREAT!!!! HANDSOME!!!!!

I CAN HEAR THE OVARIES EXPLODING IN ALL THE FANGIRLS OR WHATEVER IT IS THAT HAPPENS TO PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT ASEXUAL

beardner: ALSO GOOD!!!! RUGGEDLY HANDSOME!!!!! A WILD BOY™

MMMM BOY THIS WORKS BECAUSE WE HAVE ESTABLISHED THAT THIS IS A RUGGED BOY WHO CAN PULL OF FACIAL HAIR

bearded eren: NO!!!!!!! ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHAVE YOU THINLY HAIRED CHILD!!!! DON’T MAKE ME COME AFTER YOU WITH A GENTLY ROLLED NEWSPAPER SO AS TO SCOLD YOU BUT NOT PHYSICALLY HARM YOU!!!!!!

pieck-aboo  asked:

Eren, #13 for the headcanon thing :)

13, Nicknames for Eren!

Well for canonverse, it’s obviously suicidal bastard. Not exactly the best nickname, but Jean, and even Annie called him that at one point, so it just stuck to me. Whenever I write him in modern au’s though, I never really give him any nicknames because he doesn’t really seem like the type who’d prefer them? Nor have any, really. But I’d imagine at least 10 times out of twenty, someone would call him Jagermeister, or Jagerbomb, or even The TermiJager. Five times out of twenty Connie is calling him all of those. 

tylerstitties  asked:

Scott + Stiles + fraternity carwash for charity :)

“Scott, I can’t wear this!” Stiles twisted as he gawked at himself in the mirror, mouth dropped open with something that was both insult and shock.

He was in shorts. He was in really short shorts. Bootyshorts, even, the fringe of the jean cut-off falling just barely past the curve of his ass. He kept trying to tug them down, only to realize that was just going to result in way more of his happy trail showing than he wanted.

Not to mention how lovingly the shorts outlined the goods at the end of that happy trail.

Scott was sitting crosslegged on his bed, his entire being reflecting how totally amused he was. His eyebrows lifted when Stiles looked back to him, dark eyes scraping up and down Stiles’ body. Stiles shifted his weight uncomfortably from foot to foot. Too much of that from Scott and everybody was going to be able to see Stiles’ reaction to it, highlighted in acid-wash denim.

Why were these things acid-washed anyway? That made it like five thousand times worse.

“You have to, Stiles,” Scott was saying when Stiles tuned back in, sounding like he was holding back laughter. “You signed up to do the charity car wash. You were there when we organized this with Lydia’s sorority. You were basically the lead campaigner for making everyone wear the same extremely objectifying outfit regardless of gender identity!”

Yeah, but that’s when I thought my bisexual ass was going to be running the cash box and enjoying the view, not being squeezed into Daisy Dukes!”

Scott tipped his head to the side, considering the entire situation before him. “If it makes you feel any better, I think your bisexual ass looks really good in those shorts.”

Self-conscious, Stiles smoothed both hands over the ass in question, watching how Scott’s eyes tracked the motion. Then he did it again, just to see Scott watch with the same rapture as before. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Scott agreed, lifting his hands to beckon Stiles closer. “You look amazing. You’re gonna bring in so much cash for the charity, dude.”

Turning from the mirror, Stiles let himself be drawn closer to Scott. He made a show of sounding thoughtful, eyes sliding up and to the side. “Okay, sure, but what’s my motivation? I need to get something out of this, personally, if I’m gonna go out in public and get wet looking like this.”

Scott reached out, drawing Stiles up against the side of the bed. He pressed his face and mouth to Stiles’ bare abdomen, kissing faintly. Both hands came up to plant themselves squarely on Stiles much-discussed backside, squeezing gently. “So how about this. You go out there and make us a crapton of money at the car wash, and then we come back here and I’ll do every single dirty thing that your ass makes me think of to you. Slowly. Maybe more than once.”

Stiles’ voice came out of him rough-edged, like half a growl, and eager. “Deal.”

i am trash have more dilf!eren and pining!levi there will be even more of this bc i love it blame that masterpost that perksofbeingawaifu did omf

[part one] [part two] || [part four] [part five] [part six]

i wanted to write some farlan too so here you are


“God, I hate this job,” muttered Levi as the door closed behind his last customer and her screaming child. He’d been working at the corner shop for a little over a year to help support his mother with the rent and really the only decent thing was that he got to work next to one of his closest friends.

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