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#aot high school au
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Saw a joke about being afraid people can read your mind when those thoughts pop up and thought of AU Mikannie cause Gothkasa absolutely would not have that fear, much to mind reader Annie’s detriment.
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kittenfangirl20 · 4 months
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*my AOT high school AU where goth Eren and nerd Armin are having a conversation*
Armin: Eren, I am having an existential crisis.
Eren: What are you talking about?
Armin: I have a feeling that we were placed in an alternate universe by someone because we came from a world filled with great horrors and whoever put us here did this so we can be happy.
*Eren arches an eyebrow*
Eren: That is very strange Armin.
Armin: Yeah, you are probably right.
*later that day Eren is alone in his room*
Eren: Shit, I can’t have them figuring out that I created this world so the people I care about can have lives without the horrors of the Titans and be happy. They also can’t figure what I did to create this world. Having the memories of my old life return to me nearly killed me.
*Eren breaks down sobbing thinking of the world he came from and the monster he once was*
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isabel-magn0lia · 3 months
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Tbh I don’t know what the caption says
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strgglebug · 1 year
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I love mikannie rockstar au
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underthetree845 · 9 months
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Headcannon that in a modern high school au setting, Sasha would meet Niccolo by being forced to help clean up after cooking club as punishment for continuously stealing the club’s ingredients as an extra snack not realizing she wasn’t allowed to. Niccolo, who is usually the one who stays back to clean because of his dedication, ends up developing feelings for Sasha over the next two weeks. (He actually didn’t like her at first). Even after her punishment is over, she’s made a habit of stopping by the cooking club to be Niccolo’s taste tester, and he’ll sometimes give her little bags of cookies or an extra dish with lunch on random days. To everyone else, their seemingly close friendship came out of nowhere.
(Also Niccolo is a transfer student from Marley Academy).
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dont-f-with-moogles · 3 months
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People Will Talk
I’ve posted some Levihan Christmas fluff on AO3.
Happy Holidays everyone! 🌟
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st4rlert · 2 years
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Nerdmin my love 🤓🤓
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crisalidaseason · 2 years
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which subjects in school would be aot characters favourites?
Umm let's go!
AOT characters favorite school subjects
Eren
Honestly, his favorite subject would be anything he's excelling at the moment. That man probably has ADHD so he cannot focus in one thing for that long. But if he had to choose he would pick Sociology.
Mikasa
I think she would be good at everything, but absolutely hate school subjects. She's like "I'm only here because I need, but everything I learned is useless". The only subject she likes a bit more is Physical Education.
Armin
Complicated. He would be good at everything either! But he also values every subject as important. If he had to choose it would be Literature and sometimes Science/Biology.
Jean
My man is a filosophy lover and he would be so freaking smart about it. If the teacher isn't nice or good, the students would definitely ask Jean to help them.
Connie
Math. If jean loves filosophy, he needs a friend that is crazy enough to genuinely like math. And Connie is really good at it.
Sasha
I think she would love Biology, specially field classes and sanctuary/zoo visits.
Historia
She's a history girl. She would specially love ancient history and develop a cute love for archeology later on.
Ymir
Art. She doesn't like any school subjects besides art. In my mind, she's good at everything art related but enjoys sculpting and clay modeling the most.
Hange
Chemistry. They are completely nuts! Chemistry is their life and reason to live. Knows everything and teaches people how to make homemade explosives.
Levi
Hates absolutely everything, but tolerates English.
Erwin
Sociology man too. He would love history and filosophy too though.
Annie
I think she wouldn't like a specific subject, but maybe she has a soft spot for P.E (she is definetly an athletic girl) and Physics (I know, terrifying, just like her).
Bertholdt (bertolt? bertoldt? idk)
He would be into Geography, specially Geopolitics and Geoeconomics.
Reiner
Chemistry kind of guy, wanna be Walter White. Definetly too interested in making some sort of drugs.
Porco
Lunch time, that's it. He only wants lunch time.
Pieck
Sleep time. Porco and her share one braincell that's contantly hungry or sleepy. Kidding, she would be into either music or art (maybe play the piano? do a little painting?)
Colt
My man is average in everything, I don't think he has a favorite subject, but would love to have higiene and basic care classes (so he can take care of our children)
Zeke
Baseball, only thing that smelly monkey cares about (oh, besides abortion and eugenics, he would be a blast to have in sociology class)
I am sure I must have forgotten someone, but tell me which character you'd like me to talk about!
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sinigangsta-ao3 · 2 years
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notebook confessions (an eremika micro-story)
prompt fill: friends to lovers — prompt #7
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fandom + ship: AOT / EreMika
rating: teen and up (language)
word count: 984
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“What the hell is that? A pig in a wig?”
Eren grumbles, then scrunches his face as he examines his handiwork. He knew he was no artist, but his doodle can’t be that bad. Right?
“It’s supposed to be you, Mika,” he asserts, his voice taking on a hard and defensive edge.
Mikasa blinks — then lets out a loud laugh. His favorite kind. The one that makes her throw her head back and little crow’s feet pop up in the corners of her eyes and her entire body shake with joy.
He glares at her, his face just as red as her plaid skirt. But despite the rage and embarrassment coloring his face, he also feels his stomach flutter pleasantly.
Eren really likes when Mikasa laughs. More specifically, he really likes making Mikasa laugh. After all, they’re friends. And that’s what friends do. Especially best friends.
“Fuck you,” Eren snaps at her, good-spiritedly. “Why don’t you fucking draw something then, if you’re Bob Ross or whatever the fuck?”
Mikasa chuckles, but she plucks the pencil out of his hand and pulls Eren’s notebook closer to her. “Bob Ross was a painter, Eren, and he mostly painted landscapes,” she corrects him. And her grin gets even wider when Eren rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
Eren watches her as she taps the pencil against her chin and looks up at the cafeteria ceiling tiles. Her face wrinkles with extreme concentration, and Eren can’t help but smile at her serious expression.
Her eyes suddenly light up, and Eren’s smile widens even more as Mikasa flashes him a toothy grin — obviously overcome with sudden inspiration. She cheekily pokes Eren’s forearm with the pencil eraser, before she leans forward, her bangs falling forward and the loose hairs framing her face grazing the paper, and begins to sketch in the margins of Eren’s chemistry notes.
Her many rings click and glitter, as the pencil glides across the page. Something starts to form on the paper — but, admittedly, Eren isn’t paying attention to what Mikasa is drawing anymore. She has started to poke the tip of her tongue between her black-painted lips, something she only does when she’s really focused on her task, and Eren finds it to be… really cute.
He’s started to lose track of time because he just mindlessly stares at Mikasa while she draws. He has started to wonder if her lips are really soft and smooth underneath her layers of black lipstick. Because he has hung out with her late enough where he has witnessed her nighttime skincare routine, in all its twelve-step glory, complete with jade rollers and at least three serums, and he’s fairly certain that she uses a lip scrub every other day…
“Ta-da!” Eren jumps as Mikasa breaks through his reverie. She flips his notebook up with a flourish.
Eren blinks. “Wow. Is that… me?”
Mikasa squeals, over-the-moon at her drawing prowess. “Yes! It’s you as a heroic soldier.” She excitedly points at all the details in her micro sketch. “See?! You’re flying through the air, and I gave you two swords because I think that’s way more interesting weaponry in this universe than, like, guns…”
Eren grabs his notebook and stares at Mikasa’s little drawing. He feels his cheeks warm, and he feels a bit at a loss for words because… this likeness looks really amazing. Like him, but also way cooler than he ever imagined he’d be in reality. And he’s overwhelmed by the fact that Mikasa, of all people, would think to draw him this way…
“Do you like it?” she asks. He meets her eye, and he feels all fluttery at how proud she is. “I think I did a good job with your likeness — even captured how much you hate everything.”
Her happiness is infectious. But Eren also bristles at her insinuation. Because while he definitely isn’t always… the most pleasant person, he doesn’t hate everything…
Overcome by something, Eren impulsively snatches the pencil from Mikasa’s grip and adds to her doodle. Unthinkingly, he scribbles a speech bubble and some words — before angrily tossing the notebook back at Mikasa, who’s silently shaking with laughter at his disproportionate aggressiveness.
…But Mikasa suddenly stops mid-laugh, a reaction that would be almost comical if she also wasn’t turning blood-red. She meets his gaze, the sharpness of her grey eyes causing Eren’s frustration to dissipate. Because he suddenly remembers what he wrote in his angry haze — a stupid, unwitting notebook confession. And Mikasa has obviously, finally comprehended his note.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…
“Mikasa, wait,” he attempts to clarify, his thoughts a jumbled mess as he tries to figure out how to explain. And he knows he’s just as flushed as she is. “That’s not…”
But before he can finish his thought, Mikasa lurches over the cafeteria table and hurriedly (and clumsily) kisses him.
Eren barely registers what’s happening — before Mikasa leans back. And she has a twinkle in her eye that he’s never seen before, even though — up until this point — he was certain he knew everything there was to possibly know about Mikasa Ackerman.
“I like you too,” she whispers, a shy smile playing at the corner of her lips — Eren’s heart does a little somersault. “I have for a while.”
And Eren’s heart nearly bursts out of his chest. And he can see, in the way that Mikasa starts to beam, that — for once — his face doesn’t betray him and he (thankfully) looks as happy as he feels.
“Wow, um,” he stammers. “That’s cool.”
And Mikasa laughs again, that wonderful throw-her-head-back type of laugh, before using her thumb to scrub off some black lipstick that accidentally stained his lips.
But Eren doesn’t mind. Because amidst the elation and satisfaction filling his mind, blood, and heart, he just appreciates the fact that her lips are just as soft as he thought they would be.
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ammitastic · 2 years
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Attack on Titan High School Caste AU Eren and Mikasa
Woo that was awesome! I hope I'll have time to work on more of high school caste au. Gothkasa is a total beauty.
Oh, and note: the second half of this strip is inspired by a scene from an anime called Chihayafuru - in episode 19, though it was hand-drawn from scratch by me, so you might see some slight differences as you compare this to the original scene.
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smithshistorian · 2 years
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AOT School AU Headcanon (Jean Kirstein)
warning: none, sfw, passive agressive relationship, just jean being in his normal state as a brat
enjoy your read! <3 <3
just imagine having a silly irrefutable argument with Jean Kirstein. Him with a black leather jacket member of the motorcycle gang called the rodents, blemished, reckless brat with presentable arrogant outlook, tacky and flashy is what people thought of his taste in fashion. He regularly made a shameless dramatic entrance at school with the two of his gangmates, Eren and Porco. Eren the oblivious scary guy with manbun, disconnected most of the time and Porco the lone civilized member whose able to put up with Jean and Eren dirty plottings and stupid plan. You, the head of the student council. You work with immense integrity and handled a good portion of responsibility within your temmates. Regardless, of your strong work ethics, you somehow find yourself getting stucked with this palpable pressure from the three brats, especially Jean. He even had the nerve to pester you around down in the hallway to the library. He throw a playful snicker at you while you just stare at him disbelievingly. He replied with a smile without the faintest hint of shame, makes you even more disgusted. Before you indulge in your business putting back the books on the shelves, he suddenly lean closer to your spot. Your pupils dilated as a response of his heedful action and hurriedly back away. 
“You simply do not like me” a sheer desperation flash his eyes, fabricating false cry. 
“Of course I do not like you” you said without looking at him, still with your book. 
“Then tell me why! have I done something to you? why do you hate me this much?!” his face displaying frustration and the aggravating tension fills the air. 
“Stop yelling, it’s a library.” you cursed under your breath warning him. Not even a slightest care for your words, he proceeds to yell louder. 
“TELL ME WHY YOU DON’T LIKE ME.” at this point you really wanted to punch him and throw him out of the third-story window. But, you decided to yell back. 
“BECAUSE YOU ANNOYED ME.” your chest is pondering with rage and uncertainty whether what you said was untrue or your feelings were just foolish. He went silent. Despite another multiple attempts of yelling, he move closer, and run his breath sending you shivers. You froze while gripping the edge of the shelves looking at the front, averting his gaze. 
“I know I’m not the humblest man nor the kind of guy you would take home for dinner with your mother, or business with your father. But, the more you ran away, the more I can’t stop.” He grazed a soft touch to your arm and without any wait, you instictively punch him with a dictionary you’re holding and left the library. He winced in pain while holding his jaw, stifled a laugh. 
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xngelsau · 1 year
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My next post is the Eren x Black OC series in High school Au🤪🤪
I’m so excited y’all because I literally love it, and I hope you guys do too!!
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kittenfangirl20 · 4 months
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*in my AOT high school AU goth Eren is hired to babysit Gabi and Falco*
Eren: So, do you two like anime?
Gabi and Falco: Yes.
Eren: Cool, why don’t we watch my all time favorite anime.
Falco: Is it Pokémon?
Eren: No, I have nice nostalgic memories about it, but that isn’t my all time favorite.
Gabi: Is it Fullmetal Alchemist?
Eren: That is a good choice, but no.
Falco: Is it My Hero Academia.
Eren: That is actually my second all time favorite anime, so no.
Gabi: Is it Spy x Family?
Eren: Historia just convinced to start that one since that is her all time favorite anime and it is really good, but no.
Falco: So what is your all time favorite anime?
Eren: My all time favorite anime is a little something called Berserk.
*after they finish watching Berserk Falco is hiding from what he just saw under a blanket fort while Gabi looks really excited*
Gabi: That was so cool.
Eren: So you want to start borrowing my copies of the manga so you can find out what happens next.
Gabi: Hell yeah.
Eren: Cool, you might want to them from your parents while you’re reading them, they wouldn’t appreciate a series like Berserk.
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isabel-magn0lia · 4 months
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a goth-punk moment of female rage at being gaslit by an entire social structure
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chrollohearttags · 3 months
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AU where y/n and producer eren were very much high school sweet hearts, then years later deciding to take their relationship to the next level as in losing their virginity 🙃
ANONNN, why’d you do me like thissss?? This is genius 😫 not even to spoil but this was literally the alternate plot line to reverb LSLFKFJ. Ugh this is just too damn cute so ofc imma talk about it.
content + themes: both reader and eren are virgins, reverb spoilers, lots of sweet stuff, bc I can’t handle angst rn, gentle sex/smut, accidental cream pie, this is SUPERRRRR long bc y’all know I love detail and got 20,000 pages of lore for these two!! Smut is at the end so if ya’ll can’t wait, I’m sorry.
eren left home at what would be considered incredibly young by most standards. At fifteen years old, he found himself frequenting the mall and playing basketball down at the local park in the suburbia of Montclair, New Jersey to being thrust into the fast paced lifestyle of Miami, Florida. The harsh, crime ridden town known as Opa Locka to be exact. A complete contrast by a long shot. Even so, with spite and determination on his heart; fueled only by his desire to win this illustrious battle called the rap game, he toughed it out and persevered. Not only that, to rid himself of the toxic past that had scarred him and a family who betrayed him. Make no mistake, his ‘privileged’ upbringing was nothing more than a mere experience and not a part of his identity. He never tried to pretend that he was ‘hard’ or tough, no need for a facade, he was simply Eren and that was all it took. He also never viewed anyone as different or beneath him because of how he grew up. Most of his friends back home came from very humble beginnings and had less than savory lifestyles. It wasn’t something he did for shock value or to piss of his parents. He just always had a knack for befriending others who may have been cast aside or forgotten about because he knew the feeling quite well. So it came as no surprise when he enrolled in the local high school to finish out his last couple years, he was a rarity in these parts…looking and acting completely different from everyone else. But it didn’t take long for the green eyed brunette with the buttery smooth voice and oblivious charm to assimilate.
“Wassup, EJ?” “Hey, EJ!”
from the classroom to the hallways, he was greeted by his fellow student body, who at first, saw him as an easy target. Alluding to the fact that he must’ve been some rich boy stuck in the middle of the hood to be “taught a lesson” or something of the sort. That it wouldn’t be two weeks because he was tucking tail and getting his ass back on the first bus to Jersey. Little did they know, he was the last person to back down and damn sure the last one to run from anyone! During gym class, there was a scrimmage basketball game, nothing too serious or exerting, just a little fun competition. It was then that not only did Eren catch the eye of the boy’s team head coach and that of (y/n) (l/n). Who had been discreetly seated against the wall after running two miles. You had been quietly observing the game and having grown up around tremendous players; spending afternoons down at the Boys and Girls Club..you recognized talent from a mile away. That also could’ve been attributed to the fact that you were the current co-captain of the majorette team, where you danced during games. Even so, you always stayed to yourself. Never really clinging to one group or another, truthfully only talking to your best friend. Your head in a book and studying was your only focus. That much was apparent by your four point two grade point average. Nonetheless, this new boy couldn’t help but to grab your attention. It was unfortunately for that reason, that his opponents once the game ended, would use that to his advantage.
not exactly keen on the idea of having somebody like him strutting around..besting them in a sport they’d always exceeded at and intriguing the girls who never even so much as paid them attention, they were pissed! So as anyone with stunted emotional maturity would, they decided to try and ambush the new student in the locker room. Granted, he was a little smaller and had just hit six foot one inches. He was fairly tall but still lanky and skinny. So he’d have his work cut out for him. Unsuspecting of the attack, he chopped it up with classmates and laughed on his way back. But not without flashing you a glance first. That ultimately made your heart flutter a little..you didn’t pay attention to boys often and had many speculating that you were possibly gay but no one had ever roused your fancy. In a way, you envied him. As someone from the proverbial ‘other side of the tracks’, who was different from you all in any facet was fitting in just fine! Quickly becoming the talk of the school. Meanwhile, you were a lifelong resident of this city and yet, you never drew any attention on yourself. Outside of your impeccable dancing. Hell, everyone always referred to you as ‘the quiet girl’. A moniker that you were proudly..the less you spoke, the less trouble you could find yourself in.
however, that peaceful life would come to an end when you’d walk towards the girls locker room and find yourself stopped by the gaggle of guys who were planning their ambush for after school whilst he was walking home. They figured he’d be an easy lick but they couldn’t be too relaxed. He mystified them all..acting completely oblivious to his environment, never behaving differently; talking exactly the same and all or even seeming afraid. He was the same person regardless of where he went. So that’s when they’d try to enlist your help. “Aye, (y/n). Lemme talk to you right quick..” waving you over and although you were about to ignore him, you accepted anyway. A tall dread head with a bottom row of golds gleaming from his mouth. Something he wasn’t supposed to have but did anyways. “I seen you looking at jit earlier, you like white boy, don’t you?” Immediately feigning any sort of confirmation. Acting uninterested as always. “That’s what you called me over here for? I gotta go change—“ but before you could coldly turn on your heel, he’d grab your shoulder and request a ‘simple’ favor:
“Help us set his ass up. He ain’t been here a whole month and already actin’ like he run this shit. We’ll even give you a cut.” but again, you didn’t care! Him or any of their petty jealousy was none of your concern. That boy hadn’t said the first word to you or even bothered you in the slightest. The hell did you look like conspiring with these dumbasses to not only bully him but to tarnish your hard work? Smacking your lips, you’d merely brush his hand away and continue to walk by. “As my granny says, you can’t get blood from a turnip. If you wanna risk jail for some stupid shit, do it by yourself. I’m not interested.” truthfully, Eren was no more wealthy than anybody here. Working odd jobs after school and rooming at a boys home on the southside. Hell, he could barely even afford lunch sometimes!
but alas, this only seemed to enrage your peers. See, the ring leader was the current basketball team captain and a shoe-in for first draft to a top college once he graduated. However, there was another side of him..a hothead with a bit of a past. Selling drugs and hanging with bad crowds..a mere product of the environment. But basketball was his ticket out. Hence was, considering that he stayed in trouble, grades were a wreck and he had a bad reputation. It was his exceptional skill that was keeping him in his spot and that alone. The coach overlooked a lot of his antics just to have a star player. Nothing new. However, with Eren on the scene, his position was threatened. Contrary to his belief, it had less to do with his skin and the fact that he was a better player with less of a headache! He had better grades, better manners and a lot more skill. Teachers constantly complained to the coach to kick him off the team so he could focus on his academic studies. Several calls were made home with no answer from parents..it was a crazy situation. Even so, it was no excuse for his behavior. Almost everyone here came from hard circumstances, he just loved acting this way!..especially when it came to preying on the weaker..
“Oh I see, you gon’ take his side but not mine? You green as hell, (y/n). Some ol’ weird ass shit, bruh. You really not tryna’ help me?…” even getting closer, despite your pushback. “Darius, imma tell you one more time. Leave me alone. Ion want no parts of this. It’s not my business.” But before you could do anything else, he’d grab your wrist and pull you back. A cliche if you had ever seen or experienced one. But just as the old time tale went, your knight and shining armor would swoop in to defend your honor.
“I think she said leave her alone.”
a familiar voice, one you hadn’t heard often but enough to recognize. The reason behind this whole ordeal..
“Wasn’t nobody talking to you. Mind your business.” “This is my business. Putting your hands on a girl..I see your sorry ass jump shot ain’t the only thing that’s weak.”
which only pissed him off even further. Long story short, he’d attempt to pick a fight with the ever so sly Eren but to no avail. He wasn’t taking the bait. Not out of fear but because he wasn’t worth the energy. Eren was a bit of a hothead, even admitting so himself. However, he couldn’t afford to screw up right now. Getting into unnecessary fights would only put him in an even worse situation..especially for the people caring for him. He had done that once and wasn’t about to let it happen again. “(Y/N), right? That’s your name?..” answering him with a nod. “Don’t worry about him. You go ahead, beautiful. He won’t do anything..I can promise you that.” Standing toe to toe with the taller bully. His cheeks puffed up and fuming in rage. Meanwhile, Eren wore nothing but a smirk. He could fume all he wanted but as long as he didn’t put his hands on him. If he took it there, then he’d be glad to show him why trying him wasn’t wise..
luckily, the coach noticed the bubbling scuffle and told them to break it up. Fast forward a few days, give or take and you’d see Eren around campus. Always carrying a pair of headphones and a notebook. Two things he’d never be caught without. One thing was for sure, he was an intriguing dude for sure..you’d eventually find yourselves paired up for a project and needless to say, you were incredibly nervous. Mainly because neither of you had spoken since that day in the gym. It wasn’t for a lack of you being thankful, you just didn’t know what to say. That was until you were in the library doing research together and you’d blurt out your gratitude, along with your apology. Which made him laugh! “What are you thanking me for? He only did that because of me. If anything I should apologize to you.” He was so respectful and bashful, qualities you truly admired. Although he remained shrouded in mystery, he was fascinating and you wanted to know more about him and turns out, you’d learn a pretty interesting tidbit of information! “You have a point. I mean, are you really planning to take his spot as captain though—“ which only further fueled his hysterics. He’d double over laughing and all you could do was give him a look of confusion. “Why are you laughing? I ain’t that funny.” “I’m sorry. I just..listen, I don’t know what you were told but I don’t want his spot. Basketball’s fun, it’s sum’ to do but I already know what I want.” And his answer would shock you, truly. See, Eren had always had an affinity for music. Singing, playing all sorts of instruments since he was a little kid and recently, he’d taken to writing his own songs. That infamous notebook he carried? Filled with poems and songs about everything from basic lines to his deepest emotions. Spilling his heart onto the page as he talked about his family, his anger towards his father and even the loss of someone he held dear to him. Sometimes, they weren’t about him at all..they were just vivid portrayals of elusive tales. He obviously had quite the story to tell but he couldn’t do it or even have the time shooting balls into a hoop. He told the coach he’d consider but his true goal?
“You wanna be the drum major?!” “Yeah, why not? I mean, I know it’s prolly lame but it’s one of my favorite instruments. It was the first one I learned..to me, the drum line is the highlight of the game. They make it entertaining.”
but little did he know, he had piqued your interest for sure! You were so flustered you tried to feign it off but he was too freaking cute! Here you were expecting this athletic, cocky playboy who only cared about girls and being popular but he was so much more than you expected! A nerd just like you. And you knew so for the fact that you’d never held a conversation with a man longer than to give them the answer to a question or let them borrow a textbook. He was so captivating. But perhaps, getting to do incredible solos at halftime wasn’t his only motivation to join the school music program. He had other reasons as well..
“Besides..I would actually get to see you perform. I call it a win.” Causing you to scoff, dismissing his seemingly perverted comments.. “Oh, so you just like everybody else.” but the tension was misplaced. He admired your craft and respected it. Seeing you doing your moves while walking past the gym on his way home, how hard you worked and just overall how graceful you looked. Not to mention, you were drop dead gorgeous! The prettiest girl he’d ever laid eyes on.. “..I seen you practicing the other day and you’re really good, (y/n). You’re completely different when you’re dancing. You seem really happy..I mean, you make the dance team from my school back home look like stiff ass robots.” Earning his first giggle out of you. From that day forward, a beautiful friendship blossomed..studying together, eating lunch in the library, walking home with you as his group home wasn’t far away, sneaking into the chorus room so you could hear him playing the piano and singing. A privilege reserved strictly for you. Making you sob when you heard his rendition of Stevie Wonder’s ‘Ribbon In The Sky.’ He was so kind, sweet and it didn’t take long before rumors of you guys dating began to permeate through the school. Hallway whispers of you ‘going with that new boy’. It was all the rave. It didn’t help matters any when at the mention of each other’s names, you’d both freeze up like popsicles! It was adorable, really. A budding crush that would soon bloom into something far more than just a platonic bond. After about six months into his arrival at your school, Eren had undoubtedly made a name for himself for not only his basketball skills but his musical ones as well. He had made good on his promise to join the band and make his first step toward becoming drum major. Because the band and majorette team often performed together, you’d be together at practice also and eventually, became inseparable. Flashing you smiles and watching intently while you performed your solos. Him joining proved to be a great addition to an already powerful band because he was so talented and kept up quite nice. In no time flat, he mastered the quads and studied underneath the current drum major, playing at games. Even when he decided to cave and accept the offer to join the basketball team, he had the pleasure of seeing you dance during intermission and even greeting him after the game with a giant hug. You in your shimmering leotard and him in his drenched basketball uniform.. number nineteen printed on the back.
“You looked good out there, princess.” A name he affectionately called you because your team’s competitive name were the Crowned Royalty as your school mascot were knights. And because you often times outshined the reigning captain, you were dubbed “The Princess.” Besides, it sounded so much better coming from him. “Nah, that was all you, Mr. Star Player.” It didn’t take long before he’d do the one thing everyone had been waiting on and ask you to be his girlfriend! With encouragement from his teammates and homeboys, Connie Springer and Onyakopon. They too treated you like a little sister, always teasing you and making sure you were good in Eren’s absence. “You one of us so we gotta make sure you good.” They all worked together at a local shoe store and stayed only three houses down from one another so they spent a lot of time together. In addition to their shared passion and talent with music. Granted, neither of you had experience with dating or having many friendships for that matter but it felt so natural when you were around each other. His cheeks flushed with red the entire time he held your hand on the way to class. Your entire body trembling when he kissed your forehead because you were too scared to kiss on the lips at the time. Even sitting next to him and his friends at lunch was an experience. Listening to them freestyle and make beats. Your best friend Niesha, right beside you, teasing you about how cute your man was and how you’d gotten lucky. And all you could do was shake your head. Eventually, all five of you became thick as thieves. Hanging out after school, going roller skating on weekends when practice permitted and just stayed in your own little bubble. You loved it so much. It was the first time you’d ever had a friends’ group, a true support system.
your grandmother and sole caretaker since you were a kid was absolutely thrilled to see it. Although you called her your best friend, she was happy to see you coming home excited to tell her about something besides a book or your report card. As proud as she was of her baby, she wanted you to experience life. Often times, she’d invite all of them over and cook you all large meals that were nothing short of heaven! Repayment for the boys coming by to mow the grass or help with repairs. They were more than thrilled to do it. “My future grandson in law is a nice young man, ain’t he?” A statement you’d brush off with a smack of your lips. “Cut it out, granny. Ain’t even like that.” She adored Eren and when she learned that he could sing, knowing a few gospel songs as well..she all but claimed him now! He was family and you were so glad that he was in your life. A likewise feeling because for once, he felt as if he belonged. One night, while meeting at your usual spot in the park, high on top of a jungle gym where you’d gaze under the stars, you’d ask him one thing:
“You ever thought about what you want to do with your life?”
and to him, that answer was simple. “..I wanna change the world.”
a dream he’d held onto for as long as he could remember. He loved music more than anything and he wanted his to transcend any genre, any one archetype. He wanted what he created to someone’s reason for living, someone’s inspiration to keep going even when things got dark. He wanted it to put smiles on the faces of people who listened..he didn’t care about awards or being some mega celebrity, he just wanted to pour his heart into what he made and hoped somebody heard his passion.
“And I want you right beside me…(y/n). I don’t wanna do any of this without you.” Clutching your hand atop the structure. He had never been this vulnerable or open with anyone in his life but now was a good of time as any to start.. “..I know everybody prolly thinks I’m some spoiled rich kid who left home just to piss off my folks. Honestly, their opinions stopped meaning anything to me a long time ago..my mom, I love her so much and I really do miss her. I hope one day I can step to her as a man and apologize for putting her through so much. Making her worry about me…” as he spoke, you could feel the tension in his hand as he squeezed yours. This was the first time he’d spoke in detail as to why he was alone down here in such a dangerous city when he by all accounts lived lavishly back home. “I just couldn’t stay..not when my own old man is a fucking coward. I know it’s a long shot but at least I can stand on it. Him? He’ll sell his soul for a dollar. I could never be under the same roof as someone like that. I will do this and I’ll prove him wrong. I’ll make a way for myself so I never have to depend on anybody ever again.” You couldn’t help but to feel that you were missing part of the story but maybe it was something far too traumatizing to hash out in detail right now so as you’d always done, you’d support him. Cradling your arms around him with a giant hug before kissing his cheek. “I’ll always be here for you, Eren. I promise. I know you’ll make it and I wanna be right there by your side. I love you.” “I love you too, (y/n).” Words that sounded insane from a teenager but you meant it. Meant it more so than anything you’d ever said! Some people would say you were too young to know what you wanted but you both knew that no matter what path you took, as long as you walked it together, you were unstoppable!
soon, graduation was right around the corner. You two attended prom together, even made homecoming king and queen and by all accounts, had an amazing senior year! You guys turned eighteen only a couple months apart and thus, were thrusted into adulthood. Working here and there to provide for yourselves all while chasing your dreams. You’d gotten accepted into the University of Miami on a dance scholarship and even though it was a huge opportunity..your heart was misplaced. You felt like another cog in the wheel and a moving piece on a machine. You’d love to dance your entire life but you wanted something more than this. Stiff eight counts and bland rehearsals. Something refreshing..that’s when you’d begin taking pole classes outside of school! An idea you came up with after seeing a popular dancer on Instagram and she looked so graceful..surrounded by plants with her beautiful afro as she swung around the pole. She looked so free!…you wanted to experience that joy too. It took no time at all for you to master the craft and just like that, your spark was reinvigorated. By this time, Eren was all but halfway to his own goal after going viral for singing in the store he worked at and still very much an important fixture in your life. He managed to catch the eye of one of the industry’s top executives and legendary musician herself, Vivian James. She was one of your grandmother’s favorites, despite being younger than her. This woman had a powerhouse of a voice and needless to say, Eren’s had her intrigued.
“You did it, ‘ren. I’m so proud of you, baby!”
although he hadn’t quite made it yet it was one hell of a start. It wouldn’t be easy but he was willing to put in every bit of the work it took to succeed. Having you there to encourage him would be all the strength he needed to keep going. But he wanted to support your dreams as well! He never wanted this relationship to be one sided. “What about you, princess? Do you really like dancing for the school? Are you happy?” If anyone could see through the facade, it was your boyfriend of almost three years. He saw how amazing you were when you did pole. It didn’t matter which avenue of dance you took, you excelled but he’d never seen you more happy than when you were twirling midair and doing all these crazy stunts. He wanted you to be safe, of course, but he wanted to find joy in something the way he did. “I just..I don’t want to do what everyone else is doing or what they expect of me. I loved majorette but pole is just so different. I have so much fun.” There it was, a glimmer in your eye that couldn’t be sated when you spoke about it. The rush you felt setter coming down from a death drop. Eventually, you’d go on to quit the dance team, forfeiting your scholarship but your grades alone afforded you many other grants and things so you’d do online classes while working for your uncle’s shop and practicing under his wing. Eventually you found the courage to upload yourself online and it wasn’t long before you reached your own bit of notoriety. Captivating thousands with not only your skills but your stunning looks. Eren always called you princess but honestly, you were like a divine being. A goddess and sometimes, not even he could believe you were real.
before either of you knew it, you were nearing twenty and your dreams were falling into place. It seemed as if the hard times and rainy days both of you had gone through were over. You were so ecstatic when he got his own place, after securing and successfully completing an audition with AMG. The biggest talent agency in the country. Along side his two best friends nonetheless and eventually asked you to move in with him. But it wasn’t the only proposal he had. No, there was something else he needed to ask you..so with trembling hands, tearful eyes and in the same empty park where you’d spend countless nights talking about your futures; surrounded by faux candlelight and roses, he’d ask the one thing you never thought you’d hear:
“Will you marry me, (y/n) (l/n)? Will you do this forever with me?”
and it was no question! The answer was yes, a million times over! That night, the two of you exchanged intense, heavy kisses and warm, inviting touches underneath the moonlight of your very first place. A one bedroom apartment but it didn’t matter. It felt like a castle; an unreal fantasy when you had him. You’d let him caress and run his hands along your body. Kissing and licking your neck on the frameless mattress as your nude bodies entangled in the white sheet covering them. Neither of you had ever done anything like this before and although you were nervous as all hell, you were ready. Ready to take this next step. When you were in school, so many other kids were already going the extra mile and some had even fallen pregnant by the time you graduated. But your love was so pure and innocent, sex seemed like a foreign concept. It was the furthest thing from your minds. You enjoyed being around each other. The feeling you derived just from when he grabbed you and pulled you into his chest with a kiss to your forehead. You never felt pressured to lose your virginity because you knew that a moment like this would make it all the more special and that he’d be the only one you’d share it with. So in that moment, Eren moved his tongue down your body, kissing and marking your neck with a trail of sloppy pecks. Your hands trailed up his back that had now been stamped with his first tattoo. His hair..that once tapered brown haired cut was dangling in front of your face as half of it remained tied into a bun. He had often dreamed about what this moment would consist of..how it would feel to be given the flower of his beloved. To ‘pop’ your cherry and have the honor of being your first and vice versa. Would he hurt you? Would he fuck it up? His only true goal was to know that you were feeling good. He didn’t want to sound like a weird degenerate but his only experience was through videos and his hand. And yours? He was scared! So terrified that you had to grab his shoulders and tell him to breathe as he was trembling when he began to touch your sensitive center.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s just us here…take your time. You’re doing so good..”
only backed up when he slowly circulated his fingers around on your clit and watched you writhe in pleasure. Whimpering and crying out his name. It was so slippery and juicy but he assumed that was a good thing from the way you rutted your hips and pushed down on the single digit that he put inside of you. “Oh my God…Eren that feels so good!..” “It does? I’m so glad, baby.. can I keep keep going, like that?” Watching you break into a smile as your eyes squeezed shut was as close to nirvana as he could get. He loved seeing you happy. Breathing heavier and begging for more when you added another and stimulated you even more. You were so incredibly tight that he was sweating bullets, wondering how he’d be able to fit inside of you. How could he top this moment?…carefully examining your body; that gorgeous skin, those perfectly round breasts that had grown exponentially since he’d first met you, dark nipples erect and drenched in his saliva as he kissed them softly and those curves that had only filled out in all the right places. He wanted to adore this beautiful body forever..make love to you until he perfected it. Until he could know every bump, line and curve that made up your frame. So much so that even in absence, you’d crave one another and no one else could ever fill that void. He wanted to love you with his eyes closed. To know every tick, every like, dislike and point that made you explode with pleasure. He wanted to be yours in flesh, mind and spirit until you both left this earth.
eventually, you’d find yourself squirming around in the sheets and with his fingers alone, you’d reach your very first orgasm! The feeling was so indescribable, you couldn’t even speak. Only curse and flail around, which he thought was so cute. Chuckling as he pulled you to his chest with a cooing tone. “Aw, baby. It’s okay. There you go, just let it out.” Embarrassed by the fact that you let out a gentle stream of liquid, thinking you had actually urinated but it was the furthest thing from. “Trust me, that’s not what happened. It’s okay, beautiful.” Neither of you even gave a damn. All you wanted was to experience him in his entirety. You’d look down and see that his cock was stiff. Swollen, thick and glowing red at the tip. You’d never seen one in real life but by comparison, it was huge and you were so scared, your knees pushed together and began to buckle as you swallowed a large gulp, wondering how you were supposed to take all of that inside of you… “..we can go slow. We don’t have to fit it all at once. You just let me know how much you can handle, okay baby?” Seemingly trying to console you when he was all but losing his mind. Slowly but surely, his tip would make place atop your overly sensitive slit. Splitting open your folds with that puffy mushroom tip. Bright red and dripping with cum..he was so ready to make you his. “Eren…” hearing the nervous yet needy quiver in your voice made him twitch on his own but he’d merely chuckle, reaching down to stroke your face. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care you, okay princess? Here, hold my hands.” without hesitation, completing devoting yourself to him, you’d intertwine your fingers with his own as he integrated from the top to the inside of your warm center. Both of you broke into a high pitched gasp, never experimenting such a sensation before. It was truly like magic..
“Oh fuck..” the words escaping each of your lips as the same time, so much so, it made you and him break into a giggle. The realization of the moment setting on you both. “We’re actually doing this, huh?” “..yeah, but I wouldn’t want it with anyone else..” with that, he’d lean down and brush the side of your face as he began to buck his hips. “I’m gonna start moving, okay? You just let me know if I need to stop..” acknowledging his question with a nod, he’d persist forth and keep pushing. One slow stroke turned into two and before he knew it, he had established a rhythm. Being as gentle and doting as possible. That tight flesh sucking him in with each thrust but still not giving way..you’d squirm and whimper but all from pleasure. You’d claw at his sides and although your eyes were shut tight, you’d let him know that you were alright. Eventually, that room filled with soft cries and the two of you uttering each others names, along with lewd moans. “It’s..so good! Fuck…” “..please, keep moving..don’t stop, Eren.” Begging for more, despite the fact that his shaft had become coated in a very thin sheath of blood and a few tears trailed down your cheek. Signifying that he had finally unwrapped the gift that you’d waited so long for him to claim. The mattress began to jolt around and the floor underneath creaking from the sounds of your lovemaking. That red liquid soon replaced by a clear mucus and his dick nestled inside of you to the halfway mark. What felt like an eternity was in reality..only five minutes and already, he was about to tap out. Panting and breathing heavily as that pace sped up. His pattern was off kilter but he still had you clawing for the sheets, screaming his name. “Yes, baby! Right there, I can feel it again. I’m gonna—“ but before you could announce your own climatic peak, he’d beat you to the punch and without thinking or warning, he’d let out a loud cry, sobbing even and spouting expletives the entire time as a warm load filled your newly defiled cunt. He was in such shock, it didn’t even dawn on him until he’d look down and see it spilling out of you.
“I—shit. I wasn’t supposed to do that. I’m so sorry, (y/n)!” But it was fine. You trusted him so dearly, the two of you forgot any protection. Luckily, you had long been on birth control for reasons unrelated to sex so you weren’t scared. Besides, in that moment, all you knew was that you wanted more. You didn’t want this moment to cease for anything. “It’s okay, baby..I’m fine. Come here..” beckoning him towards you so you could get another one of those divine kisses. It was the best part. With you both having experienced that high for the first time, you didn’t want to come down so for the entire duration of that night, the two of you made love. Exploring and enjoying each other’s bodies. Laughing, kissing, touching and making blunders..the joy that could only come from true lovers. A long time coming certainly, but a moment nonetheless that was worth the wait. By the time you finished, you were both an emotional wreck. Crying but only out of pure rejoice. Having given yourself to the one man that you’d love for the rest of eternity.
“I love you, Eren..”
“I love you more, (y/n)..”
and this time, there was no question, hesitation or doubt when those words were uttered. You were older now and for a flame that everyone was certain would die out, it was now burning brighter than ever.
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Mean Girls - E. Jaeger
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synopsis. Eren’s the new kid at Trost Academy and being fresh meat in his senior year isn’t easy. Especially so when the only friends he’s made yet have managed to convince him to help them mess with “The Plastics”. The problem?
He’s got the biggest crush on their queen bee, Y/N.
warnings. high school au, they are in their senior year, loser!eren, popular!reader, mean girls au, foul language, suggestive content, teenage shenanigans, rom-com, rich people, mentions of drugs/alcohol, underage drinking, Americanized as shit my bad. this story loosely follows some plot points from the movie ‘Mean Girls’, though there will be MANY differences. the movie played a huge part in inspiring the characters personalities and actions!
status. ongoing
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If you read the old version already, no you didn’t. This is the new and improved version of Mean Girls and the first chapter will release on March 30th! See you then!
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chapter 1. Trost Academy - 03.30.24
- Eren’s first day at Trost goes horribly wrong but, hey! There’s sloppy joes? Armin and Mikasa won’t let his injustice go so easily…
chapter 2. Fuck with The Plastics: start
- The trio’s plan is advancing! Onward are Eren and his comrades to the battle field - the women’s soccer game between Trost and Stohess! Obviously nothing could go wrong, right?
chapter 3. After Party
chapter 4. Damage Control
chapter 5.
chapter 6.
chapter 7.
chapter 8.
chapter 9.
chapter 10.
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