ye this is my eren jacket

glassesgirl0401  asked:

ereri, 24 plus 25 please? :3

24: “You know, I think you might be lucky.”
25: Fake Dating/Married

Thank you so much for the prompts, Frauke. They truly were such a challenge with our two awkward, blunt beans, but such a wonderful one! 

That being said, I hope you like the following 1,800 words of crack and shameless, self-indulging silliness. ;)

(Read on AO3.)

Close to You

It could have been such a beautiful day…

But somewhere along the line it all went out of control pretty fast and Eren knows that standing this close to Levi, moving to music, and their bodies pretty much pressed together from hips to shoulders can’t end well.

And, as so often when Eren finds himself in a situation he fumes over, it’s all Jean’s fault! 

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mikannie week day 1: High School AU

Title: Bad

Summary: Mikasa has been her school’s token goth and bad girl for years, so when Annie Leonhardt transfers and tries to be the baddest bitch, Mikasa puts up a fight.

“Eren,” Mikasa said, grabbing his collar and pulling him until his brown ear was close to her lips, “who is she?”

“Who, the blonde?” Eren asked, pointing at the short girl in a bun, black jacket, and loose red tie. Mikasa smacked his hand down and hissed, “Yes.”

“Oh. Annie-something. Transferred here from God knows where.”

“I-I-I wouldn’t mess with her, Mikasa,” Armin said. He took a bite of his sandwich and downed it quickly. “Jean told me she set a fire in her last school.”

“Jean’s an idiot!” Eren shouted. The cafeteria got a bit quieter. Mikasa scanned the room for Jean but did not see him, however, she did see the girl, Annie, her cold-grey eyes on her. Her stomach turned into butterflies.

Eren continued, “An upperclassman told me she punched a teacher.”

“I doubt it,” Mikasa said. Her fingers tugged her choker to one side as she observed Annie. The tips of her toes barely touched the floor, and her fingers, legs and face were all thin and frail. “She’s so tiny.”

“Well, k-kids are already a-a-afraid of her.”

Mikasa let go of her choker. This girl could potentially be seen as the baddest girl in school. If she won that title, that would not only be humiliating, but also dangerous to Eren and Armin, seeing as her rep was often the only thing keeping them safe from their idiocy.

Looking back over at Annie, Mikasa saw her chewing a tuna sandwich, looking at nothing in particular. “I suppose I’ll have to see what she can do.”

… … …

When Mikasa first heard the loud, gritty guitar, she thought the lunch lady at the cash register was playing her music again, and just ignored it and took a slice of pizza. She was surprised to find the lunch lady speaker-less, until she turned around, ready to go to her table, and saw Annie Leonhardt at her own.

A small amplifier was plugged into the wall, and plugged into that was a chord leading to a red-and-white guitar. Annie strummed furiously, her left hand switching positions every eight strums. Mikasa recognized it as the chords to My Chemical Romance’s “DESTROYA.” She would’ve been lying if she said she didn’t find Annie biting her lip, chest pulsing to the beat, kind of hot, anther heart skipped when Annie looked up at her, flicked her eyebrows and smirked. But Mikasa forced a scowl and walked off.

As Mikasa made her way to her table across the cafeteria, she heard the chatter of the other tables.

“She’s going to get in so much trouble!”

“You think she cares? She’s crazy.”

“Do you think a teacher’s gonna stop her?”

“Uhh, maybe. Oh, you know. I heard she punched a teacher at her old school.”

“I’d like to see Mikasa Ackerman take her on.”

Mikasa scowled at the last bit she heard. She sat between Armin and Eren with a thud, thinking, ‘I’m going to have to remind them who’s boss.’

… … . .

It seemed that the whole school was gathered around the graffiti, talking and pushing to get a better look. Mikasa knew her separation, sitting on the bench in the schoolyard, was a dead giveaway, but that was part of the display. “They squash personality and cut creativity with axes,” a loud boy said, syllable by syllable, “they teach us fake history but nothing about taxes. Damn, that’s deep.”

Mikasa felt herself tense as Annie came into view. She was carrying her guitar, clad in a black sweater far too big for her, a plaid skirt and her signature bun and red tie. She walked down the sidewalk until she spotted the graffiti and curved into the grass. Mikasa watched her read the graffiti, thinking, 'What do you think now, bad girl?’

“Who would do this?” a high pitched voice that Mikasa recognized as Christa Lenz’s said. Annie looked to her left as Christa said this, her eyes locking with Mikasa’s.

As Annie approached, Mikasa sat up straight and crossed her arms, looking Annie dead in the eye.

“What’s your problem, Ackerman?” Annie said, crossing her arms. “You’ve been acting like a freak since I first met you. Or are you just a freaky goth?”

Mikasa stood up at her full height, which was at least a full half foot taller than Annie. She seemed to notice the height difference, but only lifted her chin in response. She had guts, Mikasa had to admit. “My problem is that you think you can transfer her from some preppy school and claim the title of 'bad girl.’ Well, Leonhardt, I’ve had that title for three goddamn years, and I’m not going to be lose it to some pipsqueak.”

Annie scowled. “You think you, an emo shit-”


“Goth shit, can be the baddest bitch here? I can kick your ass six ways and sideways. I’m not afraid of bull.”

“Oh really? Then prove it.”

“It’s on.”

The bell rang and Annie and Mikasa lingered, staring at each other like it was a contest. Then Annie turned away and joined the sea of students entering the building, and Mikasa couldn’t help but wonder what she was getting into.

… … …

A growling sound greeted Mikasa as she left English. She looked to her right and saw a blonde on a skateboard. She had to stand on her tip-toes to be sure, but it was Annie. That red tie was unmistakeable.

Idiot, she thought, though she did not stop watching. One slid down on the hall’s floor a few feet in front of her. She jumped over him, and Mikasa’s stomach lifted with Annie’s hovering feet. She and her black skateboard landed with a clap, and the humming continued. Mikasa had to admit, that was kind of awesome, but this show couldn’t go.

As Annie approached, Mikasa lifted her right foot. When she was just a foot or two away, Mikasa stuck her foot out. She winced as the skateboard pinched her big toe, but collected herself with pride as Annie continued forward and fell off.

Students began to laugh as Annie got back on the board. She glared at Mikasa– she couldn’t stand that icy, stabbing look– and whispered, “Asshole.”

Mikasa watched her swerve around her foot and continue to skate down the hall. The laughter slowly faded.

What Annie was doing was cool, but not bad. This would be her advantage– she knew how to break the rules where it mattered most. She’d show her who’s bad yet.

… … …

Annie couldn’t decide whether she was happy or angry that Mikasa was wearing that outfit. She walked into health class just seconds late, wearing a dangerously short black mini skirt, a low-cut black blouse, fishnets that pressed into her thick thighs, and spiky boots, bracelets, and a dog collar. Annie felt her southern regions ache as she took in her curves and lumps, and she had a feeling she wasn’t alone in that sensation.

“Miss Ackerman, that outfit is distracting to me and the rest of the class,” Mr. Shadis said. His lips were pursed and Annie couldn’t tell if he was staring at Mikasa’s boobs or legs. Perv.

“That’s your problem,” Mikasa declared, then walked over to her seat behind Annie. She watched her thighs bounce, then turned to Shadis. He looked frustrated, although for what reason, Annie couldn’t tell.

Mikasa had said that with such a quick, over-casualness, she had to have anticipated that reaction. So she wanted to play dirty? She wanted to really break the rules? Annie could do that.

… … … .

The lockers next to Mr. Zeke Jaeger’s room (Annie’s homeroom, Mikasa had surmised) were graffitied. There was a red A, an orange N, a yellow N, a green I, a blue E, and a sloppy, purple exclamation point. Mikasa stared at them, back against the wall.

'So Annie’s gay,’ Mikasa though. she couldn’t say she was surprised, but her breathing did grow noticeably faster. Goddamnit, she was gonna kill something if she was crushing on this girl.

That aside, this was a wise choice. The teachers would hate this for a number of reasons, the girls would fear her, and the talk about it was already exploding right next to her.

“I told you she was a dyke,” Hitch Dreyse told Marlowe Freudenberg.

“I bet Jaeger will flip,” Jean Kirschstein laughed.

The classroom’s door opened. “Come on in, guys,” Mr. Jaeger said in an exasperated tone.

Mikasa followed Hitch and Marlowe inside. This was not over yet. She had an old, but good trick up her sleeve.

… … … …

Mikasa, as usual, did not take notes during health. She didn’t even take out a notebook. Except this time, she took out an unopened box of thumbtacks. She opened it and took out just one, and Annie watched her play with it for most of class. Her fingers were thick with long, black finger nails, but they expertly twisted the tack and flipped it.

When Shadis left the room to talk to the French teacher, Mikasa dashed out of her chair and towards his desk. Annie heard the thumbtack drop. Someone gasped and others laughed and Annie just watch Mikasa cooly walk back to her seat not even looking at Annie. That was disappointing.

She sat down just as Shadis entered the room, and the class went silent as he made his way to his desk. Annie’s heart stopped as he began to sit, then winced when he yelped.

“Oh, ffffuu….” Someone snorted as he reached around to pull the tack out of his ass. “Alright, who did this?”

Everyone was extremely silent. Annie looked at Mikasa– her arms were folded.

“Really? No one?”

More silence.

“Alright, then, you’re all in detention on Saturday! I swear, you students are atrocious, between this, Miss Ackerman’s blatant disregard for the dress code, and that graffiti yesterday– I know what those colors mean, and it’s disgusting! Don’t–”

Annie tuned out his ramble. so this guy was a homophobe and a pervert. Why, she’d like to-

Suddenly, she had an idea.

… … .

Mikasa knew Annie had something up her sleeve when she sat down at the desk right next to her. She kept an eye on her all through class, and she noticed Annie glancing at her frequently, too. But she wasn’t holding anything out of the ordinary, and was acting normally (aside from watching Shadis intently), so Mikasa was unable to predict her trick.

Meanwhile, Shadis was talking about why abstinence is safest. “….and it is important to wait until you’re very ready. As you all know, sex is between a man and woman–”

“Is it, though?” Annie shouted. Everyone looked at her, including Shadis. Something was about to happen.

Shadis huffed. “What else would it be?”

“Ha. Watch this.”

Mikasa didn’t remember much of what happened next. She saw Annie’s hand reach for her, felt a tug on her pentagram pendant, and then her lips slammed against Annie’s. Her eyes flew shut on instinct.

It was all over. Annie was no doubt, the baddest, most fearless girl in school. But her lips were surprisingly soft, thin and very warm, and Mikasa’s heart and lungs weren’t working, so she kissed back. Their tongues rubbed briefly– it tasted odd, bitter, but beautiful.

When they separated, the entire class was whooping, cheering, clapping and laughing. Shades was scowling so hard his eyebrows threatened to invade his pupils.

“OFFICE! NOW!” he barked. The class continued to roar.

The two girls quickly got up, very cautious to make sure their shoulders weren’t ruling. They walked towards the door.

“I win, by the way,” Annie said as soon as the door shut behind them. They walked down the hall together.

“Congratulations. You’re the worlds biggest rebel, without a cause.

"Well, you could, you know, give me one.”

“What does that mean?”

Annie drew a deep breath, and they turned left. “The poetry you graffitied was pretty good. Do you write a lot of poetry?”


“Cool. I’m into chicks who write poetry.”

Mikasa’s breathing went shallow, and her stomach fluttered in anticipation, but she cooly said, “Really? Why?”

“I sing their poetry to them while I play. It’s kind of uniting and romantic. Plus, they’re like wise princesses you have to fight for. I’d fight for y–them.”

Mikasa pictured Annie serenading her on the guitar at lunch, then imagined her drawing a sword as Mikasa hid behind her. They were images she was not comfortable, but they made her face flush, and she was a little more okay with Annie being the bad one.

We're Even.


Simply opening the door didn’t mean that his presence was noticed– oh no– he had to slam it to make sure someone knew that yes, Nathan Lane was in the building and the girl? Slung over his shoulder? Totally wasn’t human and needed to be fixed straight away.

His grey jacket is already stained with whatever blue substance is leaking out of Leslie’s head… or… well… partial one… but that doesn’t stop Nathan from walking right into where Eren is doing whatever and setting Leslie down with a surprising gentleness that would be rather odd to see compared to how he hit Mimsy and acted around everyone usually.

But he ruins it by walking right up to her and while pointing to his best friend colleague he asks, in the most bossiest voice he can manage to make after carrying a supposedly dead friend,

Can you fix her?

Modern Reibert okay

Reiner is like star football player and Bert is this math nerd.  And one day Reiner is just

“Hey, would you mind tutoring me sometime?  I need to pull up my grades or else I can’t play next season.”

And Bert is sweating and nervous but just nods because yes he’s finally getting to talk to this awesome football star.

So they go to a Starbucks (okay Eren and Armin totally work at this Starbucks too this is important), and Reiner is there and he’s all happy with his book.  And Bert walks in and it’s cold outside and he sits down so Reiner is like

“Here, wear my jacket.”  And just drapes his sports jacket over Bert’s shoulders and sits down to get to studying (Bert isn’t really cold but he just walked in from outside without a jacket because he’s always hot so the cold doesn’t really bother him).  And Bert is trying to focus but he can’t because it’s Reiner and he’s perfect.

And as they’re studying, Bert just “THERE’S A HIGH PROBABILITY I REALLY LIKE YOU” out of nowhere and he gasps and stares because yeah he just confessed this to his crush using a fucking math pun like a nerd.

Reiner stares at him and smiles and kisses his cheek and “I’m glad you said it.  Because I was nervous about telling you first.”

And they’re all happy smiles.  Eren and Armin have totally been watching the entire time too and they’re like “Oh God it’s cute, let should get free scones” or something

Imagine Eren having a root canal and Jean filming the aftermath of the anesthetic because he is truly a little shit. Eren is woozy and quiet for awhile, but eventually he starts to get vocal. It starts in the car while Jean, whom has mounted the phone on the dashboard so that he can film Eren hands-free, is driving him home. Eren jerks as if just having realized something and starts telling Jean that they need to turn around, right now, just turn around Jean, we need to turn around. Jean, who isn’t completely sure if Eren is just raving or if there’s actually something bad happening, asks, “Why do we need to turn around? Are you okay?” It takes a minute, but Eren eventually looks at him and whispers, “Jean, Jean, I forgot my eyebrows at the doctor’s office—“ So Jean just laughs. Eren continues being completely delusional for the rest of the drive home (“Jean, the elves that live in those woods are laughing at me…”; “Jean, someone replaced my bones with wood; my body feels…splintery…”; “Jean, do you want to sing a song? (“No, Eren.”) Okay. DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING…”) so Jean is caught between amusement and frustration by the time they reach Eren’s apartment. Jean helps him up the stoop and into the elevator, into his apartment and into bed. He tries undressing him, but Eren freaks out (“NO, NOT MY SOCKS, I NEED MY SOCKS, DON’T STEAL MY SOCKS!”) so Jean leaves him to sleep in everything but his shoes, and goes into the kitchen to raid Eren’s fridge as a reward for dealing with that shit for the fifteen minute drive from the dentist. It’s late in the day before Eren emerges from the bedroom, frowning as he holds his jaw. Jean looks up from the movie he’s watching and croons, “Hey, you. Hey baby. You okay?” Eren mutters, “Teeth hurt,” and Jean immediately gets up to get him something. When Eren has something to soothe his pain, they sit on the couch with Eren in Jean’s lap, Eren’s head on Jean’s shoulder because while he might not have been feeling any pain earlier, he’s feeling a lot of pain now, and Eren’s two modes when he’s in pain are cranky and veritable snuggle fiend. He mumbles, “Thanks for staying,” into Jean’s ear, and Jean kisses his earlobe, murmurs that of course he stayed, and he’ll stay the night if Eren wants him. “Yes please,” Eren mumbles into his neck, and then a second later, “Jean, why did you let me sleep in my jacket?” Jean wants to explain, he really does, but there’s just no words for the ridiculousness that is Eren Jaeger under the effects of nitrous, so he just laughs.