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These are just some hcs that I have of eren jaeger. I will eventually write a story that includes all of these
—He's German. He's from a little town outside of Munich, Germany. He was born and raised there but he and his friends decided to attend University in the United States. They specifically chose the south because Eren's older half brother lives in a southern state because he plays baseball for a southern team.
—He's an architecture major. He knew what he wanted to do from a very young age but didn't know what it actually was until high school where they began talking about University and future careers that he was 100% sure he wanted to be an architect. Every once in a while him and his family would go to Legoland Germany as a kid, especially since him and his family only lived a hour away by car. He always admired how they use the Legos to build different things. On top of that he was always the kid building things out of random items, especially a house out of cardboard for his older sister who would have toys.
—Eren is trilingual. His first language is German. The other two languages he knows is English and Italian. He would also spend some of his summers in Emilia-Romagna, Italy. His mother was Italian and her family were from there.
—Because of Zeke, his family grew up around Baseball, so he enjoys the sport. Because of his mother's Italian roots, he also grew up watching Formula 1 and rooting for team Ferrari. (However he was a fan of Lewis Hamilton and Mercedes, which offended his family that he was rooting for Mercedes. But they were finally happen when Lewis made the switch to Ferrari LOL)
—Eren is a big nerd. But if you've seen how hot his mother is and that he is practically a carbon copy of her, you wouldn't think he's a nerd. He's a big Star Wars and Lego nerd. He's one of those fans that can tell you everything about Star Wars, however, he isn't those one of those annoying fans that a lot of fandoms tend to have. He keeps his obsession of Star Wars at a minimum.
—He started wearing glasses his senior year of high school. He knew it would happen seeing as it happened to his dad, however, he didn't expect it to happen so soon. He wears those black square glasses, and he looks especially delectable when he wears it with his hair down hmmm. Without the glasses he looks like his mom but as soon as those bad boys are on, he kinda looks like his dad.
—Eren does smoke weed. His parents personally don't mind it but they aren't going to smoke it either (He has tried to convince his mom but his dad scolded him for trying to bribe her). Eren and his friends smoke weed, and Connie actually sells it with Onyankopon, who they all met when they began attending University.
—Eren is very clingy with the people that matter to him. Oh but he’s very clingy when it comes to his mother. Ever since he was a child, and it has gotten worse as he’s gotten older, much to Carla’s annoyance. She begs god to give eren a partner so that he can leave her alone.
—Speaking of god. Eren grew up in a Catholic town and went to Catholic school. His parents are Catholic however they aren’t too extreme like a good chunk of Catholics can be. The reason he’s sympathetic towards humanity and fights for their right is because of his parents and how they raised him. They raised him to love others and be kind to others. Even if he has a bad relationship with the Catholic Church he still respects it enough
—Because he’s from a family of doctors he grew up upper middle class. He grew up comfortable enough that his parents didn’t have to worry about bills. He acknowledges that privilege and uses it to give back to the less fortunate.
—Eren can cook because Grisha forced him to learn from a young age. Told him that he wasn’t going to force a woman to cook just because society might tell him that that is what a woman’s role is. Grisha told his boys that they were to serve women because women are the backbones of family and deserve to he worshipped.
—Lord we love Grisha in this household because the reason Eren is such a pathetic loser lover boy is because of what he picked up on from Grisha. That man treats Carla like the Queen she is. Eren learned that he was going to treat his future partner the same way.
—Eren is the youngest. (My personal head-canon is that Ymir is related to the Jaegers). Zeke is the oldest, then Ymir, then Eren. Ymir and Eren are two year apart.
—Eren, like his other siblings, are afraid of Grisha. If Eren did something that he wasn’t supposed to do, it was mostly his mother who would find out, however depending on how bad it was, is who would be the punisher. If it was something that wasn’t bad like a bad grade or not cleaning his room, it would be his mother. But if Eren got into a fight—and he frequently did—his father would be the one punishing him.
—Grisha has this blank stare, which makes it hard to read his expression. The blank stare is intimidating, and when he begins to raise his voice, Eren nearly pees his pants. But what pisses Eren off about that is after the scolding and punishment, his father goes back to being a sweet man, especially towards Carla. Eren doesn’t understand how and why but he doesn’t question it out loud
—Across campus Eren is considered very attractive and popular with the girls. However, he doesn’t realize the attention he has on him, especially when it comes to women. You could have 7 ladies ready to drop their panties for him and there he is talking about Anakin Skywalker and why thats his favorite character. He’s an airhead when it comes to women.
—It doesn’t help that he has a slight German accent when he speaks English. Listen those ladies will do anything for a night with the Eren Jaeger, especially for a chance to hear him speak German. But the loser is thinking of how much money he has to save in order to buy a new Star Wars Collectible.
—He’s pretty fit. He’s one of those people that eats a shit ton of food and barely gain any weight. However he goes to the gym three times a week and keeps himself in shape. He’s got some good biceps and can bench press 275.
What we finna read?: Eren Yeager was supposed to end the world. Instead, he wakes up in one that doesn't need saving. No Titans. No walls. No war. Just strangers with kind eyes, quiet apartments, and a girl who looks at him like he's more than the destruction he's caused.
Warnings: none that I know of
The grass is too green. The sky is too blue. The people are too calm.
Eren staggers to his feet like a wild animal, barefoot, bloodstained, panting. His body still buzzes with the echo of the Founder’s power, but it’s slipping. Fading. Gone.
He whips his head around. Skyscrapers stretch into the sky like unbroken Wall Maria. Trees sway with the breeze, not the stomp of Titans. A group of teenagers laugh near a fountain. A jogger runs past with something in her ears. No one’s screaming. No one’s dying. This isn’t real. This can’t be real.
“WHERE AM I?!”
His voice cuts through the air like a gunshot. People stop. Stare. Step back.
Eren’s chest heaves. His fists clench. He spins in a circle, searching—there has to be something, anything—an enemy, a clue, a reason why he’s still breathing.
His eyes lock on a metal pole with a blinking light at the top. A surveillance device? A weapon? He launches toward it. But just before he reaches it—
“Hey! Wait—wait! Stop!” A blur steps between him and the pole. You. “Don’t—don’t do that, you’ll get hurt!” you say, breathless, hands half-raised in defense but not fear. He freezes. You’re not in uniform. You’re not holding a weapon. You’re not from Marley or Eldia or any place he’s ever known. You’re just… there. Concerned. Real.
“What did you just say?” he growls, voice low and dangerous. “I said don’t touch that. It’s electrical.” You point to the pole. “You could’ve shocked yourself. Are you okay?”
He laughs. A short, broken, humorless thing.
“‘Okay?’” His voice cracks. “You think—this—” he gestures wildly at the park, the people, the sky, “—is okay? Where are the Titans? Where’s the war? Where are the walls?!” You blink. “There are… no Titans. Or walls.” He stares at you like you just told him the sky is red.
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“This has to be a trick. The Paths. The Founder. Something.” His hands go to his head, fingers digging into his scalp. “I was there—I felt it—I was ending the world…” You step closer slowly, cautiously, like you’re approaching a wounded animal. “What’s your name?” He doesn’t answer. He’s trembling. You lower your voice. “You’re safe. I don’t know where you came from, but… wherever that was, you’re not there anymore.”
“I can’t be safe,” he snarls, and suddenly his eyes flash—green, wild, furious. “People die when I’m safe.” You pause. Let that sink in. Then, softer: “No one’s dying right now.” He falters. The tension in his shoulders shakes.
He looks at your eyes like he’s trying to find proof you’re real.
“I don’t understand,” he whispers.
And just like that, his knees buckle. You lunge forward, catching him as he collapses into the grass, weight trembling against your arms. You don’t know who he is. You don’t know what he’s seen. But for some reason, you can’t let go.
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪
You should’ve walked away.
Every logical part of you said don’t get involved—but then he looked at you like the world was ending. Like maybe it already had. And maybe… just maybe… you’ve looked that way too.
So here you are, standing on the edge of the sidewalk, one arm around his back, the other hovering nervously by his side. His muscles are coiled tight, like a spring ready to snap.
The blood on his clothes is drying. His eyes won’t stop darting around.
“We need to get you to a hospital,” you say for what must be the fifth time. “You’re bleeding. You’re clearly concussed—or at least dehydrated. Please.”
“No hospitals,” he growls.
You sigh, frustrated but not surprised. “Then where?” He doesn’t answer. Just stares at a passing bus like it’s a monster in disguise.
You bite the inside of your cheek. “Okay… okay, fine. You can come to my place. Just for now. It’s cozy, it’s quiet, and there’s water. You need water.” He flinches at the word quiet, but doesn’t protest. That’s the most you’ve gotten from him.
And that’s enough for you.
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪
It’s not big. Not flashy. Just a one-bedroom above a bookstore with creaky floors, thrifted furniture, and a flickering ceiling light that needs fixing—but it’s yours.
Eren stands frozen in your entryway like he’s expecting the walls to collapse on him.
You close the door gently, then slide the chain lock into place, more out of habit than anything. You glance over your shoulder at him—barefoot, still breathing hard, and looking like he might bolt.
You toe off your shoes. “You can sit. Or stand. Or pace. Whatever works.”
He doesn’t move.
You disappear into the kitchen and fill a glass with cold tap water. When you offer it to him, he eyes it suspiciously, like you handed him a vial of poison.
“It’s just water,” you say. “I’m not trying to drug you.” He takes it slowly, fingertips brushing yours. Then he gulps the water down in three deep swallows.
You exhale and lean against the counter, arms crossed. “I know this is probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever done,” you say out loud, mostly to yourself. “Letting a stranger into my apartment. A bloody stranger. Who growled at me in public and said some real cryptic end-of-the-world shit.”
Eren stiffens, but you hold up a hand.
“I’m not saying I regret it. I’m saying I know it sounds crazy.” He watches you silently. On edge. Waiting for the catch. “I just… saw something in your face,” you admit. “It’s not pity. I’m not even scared of you for some reason. It’s Just… that look. Like you were somewhere you couldn’t get out of. And I’ve been there.”
You push off the counter and move to grab a clean towel from a small laundry basket in the hallway storage closet. “I told myself if you tried anything sketchy, I’d scream, break a lamp over your head, or run to my neighbor’s. She’s a retired cop.”
Eren blinks, almost like that is the part he doesn’t understand. You smirk a little. “See? I’m not totally defenseless.”
He finally lowers himself onto the couch, like his bones are heavier than they should be. You approach slowly, holding out the towel.
“You’re bleeding. Still.”
He hesitates before reaching out and taking it. Doesn’t say thank you. Doesn’t need to.
You sit across from him, still tense, but less afraid now. “Do you have a name?” you ask gently. A pause. Then, quiet and rough: “Eren.”
You nod. “I’m [Y/n].” You offer your hand, unsure why. He stares at it for a long second, like the gesture is foreign. Then, slowly, he reaches out and grips it—calloused, steady, warm.
And somehow, that’s the moment something minuscule shifts.
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪
She offers her hand.
Steady. Calm. No force behind it. No catch.
Eren knows what it means. A greeting. A connection. A small, human ritual. But he doesn't understand why she's offering it to him.
He's a stranger.
He's bloody. Ragged. Barefoot and barely holding it together. And yet here she is-offering her name. Her space. A towel. A place to sit. Water.
And now this.
He stares at her hand, and a dozen thoughts crawl through his mind. What does she want from me?
Is this a test? A trick? A kindness with a hidden cost? Because in his world, no one gives without reason. There's always a price. Loyalty. Obedience. Blood. Something.
Even with Armin. Even with Mikasa.
But she hasn't asked for anything. She hasn't even expected anything. Just handed him a glass of water and said he could sit down. Like it was nothing. Like he's nothing to be afraid of. His fingers wrap around hers slowly-just long enough for the contact to register.
Warm.
Alive.
Real.
He lets go first. Quickly. Before it can settle too deep. And yet—Something does shift. A shift he can't explain. Not in the room. Not in her. In him. And that's what unsettles him the most.
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪Later That Night 𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪
The apartment is quiet. Too quiet. And sleep doesn’t come. Eren moves through the dark hallway like a shadow, steps light on the creaky floor. He stops outside her bedroom door.
It’s closed. Locked.
He doesn’t try to open it. Doesn’t knock.
He just stands there. One hand flexing at his side. His jaw tight. His eyes fixed on nothing. He shifts his weight. Stares at the space beneath the door. Listens for her breathing.
It’s there—steady. Calm.
He doesn’t know why that makes his chest feel tight. He turns away and pads quietly into the kitchen, one hand dragging through his hair.
The lights are off. He doesn’t turn them on.
Just stands there, one hand braced against the counter, the other resting on the edge of the sink. His reflection stares back at him faintly from the dark window above the faucet—barely visible. Just a shadow.
He breathes in deep. Out slow. But it doesn’t help. His skin still feels too tight.
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪
You wake up suddenly.
No sound. No light. Just that feeling.
Like something isn’t sitting right with the night. You sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes, and glance at the clock.
2:47 a.m.
Of course.
You pull your blanket around your shoulders and step carefully into the hall, not flipping on the light. Your apartment is quiet—but not empty. The faint sound of the fridge hums through the dark.
You follow it.
The kitchen is cloaked in shadows, lit only by the glow of the city outside—blue moonlight spilling across countertops and cabinets.
And there he is.
Standing near the sink, one hand braced against the counter, the other hanging limp at his side. He’s not moving. Just… there, like a statue set down in the wrong century.
His back is to you, shoulders tense, the soft fabric of your borrowed shirt wrinkled from where he’s been tugging at the hem.
You speak gently. “Couldn’t sleep?”
He flinches—not from fear, but from being pulled too suddenly back into the present. His head turns just slightly, enough to catch your silhouette. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t.”
You step inside, feet bare on cool tile, blanket trailing behind you. You don’t press him. Don’t switch on the light. You just stand with him in the dark. “I’ve never had silence like this before,” he says after a pause, voice low and frayed at the edges.
You blink. “What do you mean?”
“I mean…” He gestures vaguely toward the apartment. The walls. The stillness. “This.” He turns more fully now, but not enough to face you. Just enough for the moonlight to catch in his eyes.
“It’s too quiet. It makes me think.”
You nod, arms folding around yourself. “Thinking can be loud.” He breathes out through his nose, like he didn’t expect you to get it. You let the silence hang, soft and heavy.
Then: “You want tea?”
He hesitates. Like the question doesn’t quite compute.
“Something warm,” you offer. “Helps when the thoughts won’t shut up.”
He doesn’t answer. But when you move to the cabinet and quietly begin boiling water, he doesn’t stop you.
And when you hand him the mug—steam curling up between your fingers, light catching faintly on ceramic—he takes it.
Carefully.
You both linger in the dark kitchen for a while, the world outside muffled and far away, lit only by the soft spill of moonlight through the window.
Eventually, you move toward the table, your bare feet soft against the tile. You pull out one of the wooden chairs and sit, cradling your mug in both hands.
“Sit,” you say gently, motioning to the chair across from you. He doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t question it. Just moves.
You’re a little surprised by that—not because you expected resistance, but because Eren doesn’t seem like the kind of person who does things just because someone asks.
But you don’t voice it.
You just watch him sit, his movements stiff and tired, like his body’s still running on survival alone.
Then you glance down at your mug—warmth coiling through your fingers like a poor substitute for peace and take a slow breath.
He hasn’t touched his tea.
Just stares at it, like maybe if he glares hard enough, it’ll spill secrets instead of steam.
The silence stretches.
He’s been here almost twenty-four hours now. Given him clothes. A place to rest. But he’s still a stranger. And you don’t do strangers.
You shift slightly in your chair. “I know you said your name is Eren,” you start carefully. “And I get that you’re… not from around here.” He doesn’t look up. “But I need to know more than that.”
Nothing.
Your voice sharpens. Not angry—just firm. “If you’re going to stay here, I need to know who I’m sharing my space with.”
That gets him.
His eyes flick up, guarded, green, a little wild around the edges. “I told you what I can.”
You tilt your head. “That’s not the same as telling the truth.”
He exhales through his nose. “You wouldn’t believe the truth.”
You raise a brow. “Try me.”
His jaw tenses. He looks down at the tea again, fingers curling tighter around the mug.
“You want a name? You have it. Eren. You want details?” His voice tightens. “I don’t have them. Not right now.”
You narrow your eyes. “So what—you just No idea how you got to that park in the middle of day?”
“Yes.”
“Just like that?”
“Yes.”
You stare at him. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t blink.
He’s not lying. You can feel it. But that doesn’t make it any easier to swallow.
“You expect me to believe that?”
“I don’t expect anything from you.”
The words are sharp—colder than the room.
You sit back, mug forgotten. “I’m not asking for your life story, Eren. But if you’re going to keep sleeping on my couch and drinking my tea, I need something.”
He stands abruptly.
Too fast.
The chair legs scrape against the floor, and for a second, it’s not the stranger who calls himself Eren in your kitchen anymore—it’s something wounded, something that doesn’t fit in soft places.
“I don’t know how I got here,” he says, voice low but shaking. “I don’t know why. Or who pulled me out. Or if I’m going to wake up and find out none of this was real.”
You blink.
His chest is rising faster now. Hands clenched. Tea forgotten. The steam spirals between you like breath caught in a throat.
“I’m trying not to fall apart,” he adds. “So if it’s too much—if I’m too much—you can say it. I’ll leave.”
You watch him.
Quiet. Steady.
Your pulse is racing, but your voice is calm when it comes. “I didn’t ask you to leave, Eren.” That seems to knock the wind out of him a little. “I’m asking you to let me in. Just enough to know I’m not letting something dangerous live in my house.”
His eyes flicker—somewhere between offended and ashamed.
You stand, slowly, and take his cup. Still full. Still warm. “Sleep on it,” you say “Tomorrow… maybe you tell me something real.”
You rinse the mug and don’t look back. Behind you, the air is thick with unsaid things.
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description: y/n is going into her second year at sina university, but this semester someone is returning with a secret they’ll do anything to keep hidden.
content warnings: drug usage, eventual smut, mental health, descriptions of blood
i kicked my foot continuously into the door. the overfilled tote on my shoulder started slipping down to my hand that held another tote. “coming!” is faintly heard through the door, before the latch begins clanking on the other side; revealing sasha.
“take any longer?” i tiffed, before stumbling my wide load through the doorway.
“sorry! con was being soo loud,” she replied, smacking the remaining food in her mouth.
i laughed through my nose, unloading the food onto the counter top. it was my second year at sina university, and sasha and i decided to room together. and some other girl.. hitch i think? neither of us have even met her, and she was supposed to be here last week. sasha starts filling through the bags. i think she’s helping at first, but i realize she's searching for food. “if you keep eating like this, you’re gonna be paying for two thirds of the grocery bills,” i warn her. all of our friends know how big her appetite is; but now i’ll have to deal with it firsthand.
“such a buzzkill, i'm starving from all this decorating!” she sighs.
“dude what the fuck, you hung up a single lesbian pride flag?” i motion toward her open room door. i spot connie; completely manspread on her stripped mattress, playing fortnite on the console. “exactly, that took me a solid hour. i kept hammering the nails off center,” sasha replied.
“you used NAILS, this is a dorm!” i pushed her shoulder lightly.
behind us, the front door squeaked open. both our heads shoot over, revealing a girl with short blonde hair walking though. she carried more bags than i was just a minute ago. there seemed to be luggage strapped to every part of her body. she began to set a few down while speaking, “i’m hitch!”
“we were wondering when you were gonna show up!” sasha exclaims, her voice 10 pitches higher than before. i turn my heard towards the floor to hide my chuckle; always getting overly excited when she meets new people. “my flight got delayed, it was a whole thing,” her tone changed to defensive in the blink of an eye. “wheres my room at?” she inquires.
sasha and i both lift our arms, pointing to the left of us. first come, first serve, she got the smallest room with no windows. she walks over to her room, hauling a few of the bags she carried in. “damn, i was hoping she wouldn't show. whole place to ourselves would’ve been so nice.” sasha speaks lowly into my ear.
“right.. free guest room,” i whisper back. my attention is turned back toward our groceries. “i can’t believe classes start tomorrow, i don’t wanna go,” i complain to sasha while separating the colds from pantry foods. “i know, but at least we’ll have reiner’s party to go to!”
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
hitch stayed in her dorm for the remainder of the night, her luggage stayed by the doorway. luckily, i only had two classes today: brit lit and calculus. halfway to my class, i spot a familiar blonde. “ARMIN SHMARMIN,” i direct my shout in front of me. armin turns his head, and so do the few around us, shooting me dirty looks. i giggle and walk up to armin, who has now stopped walking, his head facing the pavement below. “don't be so loud!” he tells me, pink covering his cheeks.
“sorry, sorry,” i laugh, “what class are you going to?”
“organic chem with hange, you?” armin was a marine biology major, and was always taking the hardest courses he wasn’t required to take. “brit lit, but i’m taking ackerman again. i was too late and everything else was full,” i huff out a response.
“come on, he’s not that bad,” he tried to persuade me. always seeing the bright side of things. armin drifts off from my side, saying we had reached his classroom. i say my goodbyes, and continue the familiar walk to the classroom. ackerman was famous around campus for two reasons. his heights, if you know what i mean, and his extremely strict and aggravating policies. opening the door to the room, the powerful scent of lysol pricks at my nose. i scrunch my face up, and look around for a seat. perfect, i think, spotting a few empty seats in the back.
taking my seat, i glance out the windows, looking down on the courtyard. the main reason i chose sina was for the view; great pine trees filled the center of the quad. the sycamore’s had already started changing colors to burnt yellows and oranges. i turn my attention away from them to the shuffling next to me. a tall boy sits down; face pale and drawn, dark purple sitting under his green eyes. i work my eyes down his body; his tattooed arms are exposed. something that looks like a centipede wraps and twists around his right arm. his shirt sleeve on his upper arm covers it, but it looks like it extends to his back. silver rings adorn his fingers. he pays me no attention; and none to ackerman when he finally starts his lecture.
“you can read the syllabus online after class,” he begins, “today were starting with the anglo saxons.” ackermans' voice becomes distant in my mind. i’m suddenly hyper aware of my body with the boy sitting so close to me. can he hear me breathe? fuck, my posture, my double chin is def showing; i care like he’s actually looking at me. time hangs in the air for the duration of class; i can’t help but sneak glances to my left. my eyes act on their own; as if drawn to him. fuck, my whole body was drawn to him. it was an unexplainable feeling; but i couldn’t help feeling addicted to him.
i didn’t even realize ackerman was done with his lecture until raucous shuffling could be heard around the classroom, and i noticed students taking their leave. as i unsteadily got up from my chair, a phone is jabbed into my torso, “your number,” comes from the voice next to me. “in case i need it,” his voice is husky, like he hasn’t slept in ages. his tone is bored, like asking was a chore.
“yeah in case,” i tease him, but my tone elicits no response from him. who was he to make demands anyway? jotting in my number, he takes his phone back, reading my name. “y/n…” his voice was smoother this time, more intoxicating. i finally made eye contact with him as he looked up from his phone.
“eren,” face still void of emotion as he introduced himself. my eyes widen a bit, and i turn to hastily make my way out of the class. could it be? i didn’t think he was ever gonna come back. the name was one i heard sparingly. my friends didn’t really bring him up anymore; their eyes were somber everytime they did. he dropped out of sina the year i started; just totally disappeared apparently. my mind was running through so many thoughts. i didn’t imagine him to be so gruff? even with the few memories they shared, eren seemed like a light in their lives. but the person i just met... he was dull; life was lackluster for him. what happened?
in the courtyard just outside of the dorms, the skin on my back began to crawl, and my brain forced my neck to turn. nothing is out of the ordinary, just other students passing me as i continue my walk to the dorms. but the feeling of eyes intently watching me doesn’t go away.
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back in the privacy of my own room, i start to unpack the remaining boxes. it still remains barren and the air is stale from being empty all summer. ‘beware’ by deftones is playing loudly, but i turn my attention toward the door when i hear the volume drop. “wear this tonight;” sasha throws a black dress my way, removing her other hand from the stereo. i grab it, unfolding the crumbled heap she threw it in. the lace trim makes it more my style.
“i guess it’ll work, i just don’t know how siked i am about going.” parties have never really been my favorite; too many loud people in one place. sasha never understood, she made friends everywhere she went. it was easy for her. “you never want to but you come anyway,” sasha rolls her eyes lightly, “it is the first party of the year.”
“yeah, yeah, i know.” rolled my eyes back. “should we invite hitch?” sasha’s question hangs in the air. hitch seemed a little off kilter. or maybe she just didn’t like us much; but it would give us an opportunity to bond. “sure, as long as you ask and not me.”
“okay i will, if we even get a chance to see her leave her room tonight,” she nipped the last comment in. the obsessive thoughts of eren were persistent and nagging ever since class ended. an itch i couldn’t reach. before i could process my thoughts, “why did eren leave sina?” left my mouth.
“eren?” sasha asked, a furrowed look on her brows. “is he back?” even more confusion clouded her face. i replied with an affirmative, and she leaned into the wall behind her. “honestly, none of us really even know. he just left after first year. i guess mikasa was the only one he told about disappearing but she got cagey everytime we brought it up.” the confusion was wiped from her face and she just looked sad. “he didn’t even tell armin, it was so fucked.”
“i can’t believe he didn’t tell anyone he was coming back though. well, i can but still.” sasha pushed herself from the wall, going to the bed to fiddle with the dress; nervous habit. “so you have no idea why he left in the first place,” i couldn’t help but probe for more information. everything i learned confused me more. “nothing concrete, but we figured it might’ve been because of jean and historia,” she name dropped. hearing all three names in one sentence definitely threw me for a loop. jean was one of my closest friends. and historia? a rabid sorority bitch most of us tried to avoid at all costs. i didn’t even realize she KNEW jean.
i was about to push the topic even further, but sasha was quick to change the conversation, “speaking of jean he said he was gonna pick us up at like 10ish.” sasha made her way back to the open door, and i followed her into the living room. for the first time since yesterday, hitch was out of her room.
looking over to sasha, i popped my eyes open wide to signal her, “hey hitch, there’s a party at our friends frat do you wanna come with our group?”
hitch looked up from her meal prep in the kitchen, “are you talking about reiner’s party?” she asked. “i’m actually gonna go with some girls i met in class today.” she left her room today?! i can’t say i was bummed by her answer. she leaned her arms on the kitchen island, unlocking her phone to scroll on her phone. sasha and i exchanged a look, “conversation over, i guess,” we hid the smiles that peeked through.
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connie takes his eighth hit of the night, and we’re still parked outside of the house. “don’t be so greedy,” jean says, ripping the blunt away from connie and taking another hit of his own. “i paid for it,” connie rolls his eyes, “ i’ll see you in there though.” he jets out of the car, and sasha is quick to do the same. “meet me in the basement!” she exclaims, pecking me on the cheek.
jean and i remain in the car, waiting for the weed kick in. i can’t be around that many people at once otherwise. “i didn’t know you knew historia,” i pop the question out of nowhere. he shoots me a weird look from the drivers seat, “everyone knows her y/n.. where’d you even hear that?”
“eh, the grapevine,” i laugh out, bringing my face to rest on the back of his seat. “good to go in?” he asks sincerely. i nod, and he opens his door before coming to my side and opening mine.
the music was already giving me a headache just from the front lawn. it vibrated through my skull, making my steps stutter. “move it, mamma,” jean said, slapping my ass as he walked up behind me. i whipped around to push on his chest, “i told you not to call me that, its fucking weird,” i laughed at him. jean and i were friends, but i’d be lying if i said we’ve never fucked. there’s no feelings; it’s always been about opportunity.
once we walked in, he parted a way through the sweaty bodies. “can you get me a drink,” i yelled into his ear, on my tiptoes to get as close as possible. he made his way over to the kitchen to pour a shot, while i surveyed the room. i spotted hitch’s short hair, and next to her was another familiar blonde. historia. my mood would’ve been soured if there wasn’t a drink coming my way. “your beverage, my lady,” jean handed me my cup with a low bow.
“ah, thank you my liege,” i said before chugging half of the drink. jean took a few sips from his own, before placing his hand on my shoulder and leading me into the next room; reiner’s basement.
he supposedly only let ‘close friends’ in, but i’ve never seen less than thirty people in it. but it’s sufficiently less crowded from the rest of the house, so i couldn’t complain. descending the steps, i see my friends grouped together on the couches. reiner, standing at the forefront with ymir and bertholdt close by, sasha on connie's lap, and mikasa with oh my god. eren. eren was here too.
our eyes quickly locked contact, but i diverted mine quickly. it felt wrong to look at him. next to him, mikasa shot up her hand in a short wave, before turning her attention back to him. with nothing to occupy me, reiner closed the space between us, crushing me with a hug, “i haven’t seen you in forever y/n!” he muffled into my neck. i literally saw him last week getting coffee, but he was just like that. can’t believe i really dated him.
reiner tended to ramble a bit, so i turned my attention away from him, and onto bertholdt. “hey bert!” i exclaimed. i was genuinely happy to see him, we got close after reiner and i broke up; he’s like my little brother. reiner started spending less time with our group after making the football team and joining a frat; but bert was always by his side.
over on the couch, sasha makes a motion to call me over with her arms. i grab jean’s wrist and drag him over, careful to avoid eren and the other drunk bodies that fill the space of the basement. “told you the dress would look good on you,” she smirks over at me.
“yeah, my stylist never misses,” i giggle back, and poke connie’s cheek. “not gonna say hi to me con?” i direct towards him, taunting him. sasha answers for him, “he's a little greened out right now,” as she places her hand on his jaw and wiggles around his face. both of us cackle at his eyes looking into another dimension. i look towards ymir, who sparks up her bong. jean calls her over, asking for a hit.
the bong gets passed around our group, and the voices around me are less suffocating after a few more hits. ymir always has the best stuff. i curl my legs into jeans open legs, putting my hands around his torso. “ymirr i saw your girlfriend upstairs,” i tease over at her.
she gives me a snide look, “what girlfriend,” she asks. i can see the gleam in her eyes she tries to hide, you know exactly who i’m talking about. who would’ve thought; the plug and the princess hooking up.
“heard you got ackerman for english again,” jean steals my attention back. the muffled voices around me tell me everyone is in their own conversation. the world around me blurs, except for jean. “ugh yeah, at least i know what to expect from him,” i continue, “i heard you might be fratting it up with reiner this year,” while poking at his chest.
jean’s face gets a bit red; from alcohol or blushing, i’m not sure. “eh maybe, but that’s really just what reiner thinks,” he explains, lightly tracing my thigh with his hand. ‘yeah..” i trail off, bringing my hand up to grasp his neck. he brings his face down, locking lips with mine. the feeling is good; familiar, but there’s no fireworks. there never has been.
i adjust my hips to fit fully on his lap now, he slips his tongue into my mouth. i feel his hands go under the hem of my dress, now tracing my ass. ew bet we look like a hallway couple, i huff out a small laugh at the thought. i’m shaken to reality when a bitter scoff that breaks through the barrier of muffles. opening my eyes, eren is shaking his head, a look of disgust on his face. a pit forms in my stomach, why do i even care what he thinks? i ask myself, but my mood is ruined.
jean stops kissing me, and i’m able to turn my head completely and watch eren briskly move towards the door leading to the stairs. jeans grip on my body tightens as eren disappears. even after he’s gone, i keep my eyes trained to the spot he was last in.
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a/n: honestly i don’t really like this chapter but the next ones are better i promise!
Synopsis: You could not make your crush on Dr. Eren Jaeger any more obvious. And even though you can tolerate his usual cold demeanor, you also know when to draw the line.
Warning: Unrequited love, cursing, angst, operation procedure, mentions of blood.
Word Count: 1792
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The operating room department of Paradis Medical Centre is never boring with you around.
Your sweet wit and jolly personality just about brighten anyone's day, except for Dr. Eren Jaeger who seems to be eternally tortured by a cause unknown to you. He is immune to your charms, which makes you like him even more.
“I need the chart of patient Bozado.” A deep voice speaks behind the nurses’ station. Your back immediately straightens up and a blinding smile makes its way to your lips.
“Good morning, Doc!” You scan through the charts until you find the one that he needs, you hand the metallic clipboard to Eren with another one of your smiles.
Your coworkers no longer bat an eye when you skip around the counter to sit next to him on a table nearby. The man, still not acknowledging you as he scans through the patient’s chart. Ulou Bozado, this is his third time having his tongue stitched after a severe tongue laceration, they would need to find better interventions for that man.
“Are you busy this afternoon?” You ask sweetly, your face resting on your palms as you stare at him with your wide, expecting eyes.
“Yes.” He says without much hesitation.
“A new café just opened in the lobby. We should totally go.”
Eren’s tired eyes land on you and he sighs. “I have a conference.”
You giggle. “The one with Doctor Smith? It’s not until seven in the evening.”
His eyes narrowed at you, suspicious as to how you found out.
“So later then? After our shift?” You beam.
“What did I just tell you?” He asks while scanning the chart again.
“Oh, come on. Ren-”
He clicks his tongue. “That’s Doctor Jaeger to you.”
Some of the other nurses and doctors in the station glance at you, waiting and watching how you’ll react to this.
Your eyebrows raise in surprise at his tone but a sly smile makes its way to your lips. “As your possible wife in the near future, shouldn’t I have the right to call you by your name?”
He releases a long exasperated breath, he’s done dealing with your bullshit for today. Eren signs an order he just wrote in the chart and slams it close, he shoves it to you and gets up to leave without sparing you a reply.
The other staff in the room go about their previous tasks as if nothing happened. Well, this is an everyday occurrence, of course they got used to it.
“So, later then?” You laugh while watching him retreat to the Doctors’ lounge.
“Call me when the patient’s being rolled in. Until then, I’d like nothing but silence from you.” And he slams the door close, making you shake your head while laughing. He’s so fun to tease.
“You sure are playing with fire, Y/N.” Historia comments with a slight shiver.
You swat the air as if to dismiss her fear. “He’s just pretending to be an apathetic asshole but he’s actually really nice.” You put the chart back while Historia follows you around fiddling with her scrubs that are identical to yours. “Last week, he did an operation free of charge.”
Her eyes widened. “For that kid that was in a vehicular accident?”
Nodding, you grab your phone. “Was just avoiding an old man who crossed the road. Poor kid.” You sighed. “Anyway, what would you like me to get for you?”
She squealed. “I forgot! You’ll be leaving for your trip tomorrow.”
You press your fingers to her lips to silence her. “Historia!”
“Oh.” She stifled her giggles. “Sorry.”
“I don’t wanna jinx this into a toxic shift.”
She rolls her eyes playfully. “But how bad could it be? Two-week vacation? Are you kidding me?”
You laugh as you open your note app. “Now, tell me what you want.”
As it turns out, you did jinx yourself.
The operation with patient Bozado went swiftly but then ER made a call two hours before your shift ends. They’re bringing in a patient who was in a vehicular accident and her seatbelt just about crushed her spleen.
You almost bump into Eren on your way to the operating theater. And he sends a sharp glare at you.
You listen to the endorsement of the ER nurse as you scrub in and drop instruments into the sterile field. The circulating nurse is busy trying to make a call outside the theater. They’re trying to reach the on-call surgeons but nobody’s picking up.
They have Eren here. A highly qualified general surgeon. Why would they contact other people?
The anesthesiologist comes in to sedate the patient as you finish preparing the instruments in a manner that Eren preferred.
When he comes in, you notice a strained expression on his face.
“Where’s the assistant surgeon? The interns?” He asks.
“It’s just you today, Doc.” The anesthesiologist says.
You hand him a towel and he dries his hands thoroughly and flings the towel to the side with much force that makes you glance at him.
“The fuck are you staring around for?” He snaps loudly, gaining the room’s attention to you.
You serve him the gown, apologizing profusely. Your hands quiver when you open the gloves for him and in haste to serve it to him, your hands slip and the sterile glove drops to the floor.
“If you mess up in my theater one more time-”
“I won’t, I-I’m sorry.” You say with your eyes turning glassy.
The circulating nurse drops a new pair of gloves in the field and you carefully offer it to Eren. He adjusts it on his hands and he watches the patient carefully as they prep her abdomen.
“Begin initial count.” Eren tells you. The circulating nurse stands a few feet away from you with a clipboard and you start counting off the number of sponges, instruments, and needles.
“Excuse me, Doctor Jaeger, Doctor Pyxis, and the rest of the surgical team. The initial counting of sponges, instruments, and needles is complete.” You say.
“Vitals?” He asks the anesthesiologist, Dr. Dot Pyxis.
“Stable.” The anes responds while glancing at you and you give him a reassuring smile. “You can start now, Doctor Jaeger.”
You quickly pull the mayo table and you stand next to Eren.
“Scalpel.” He says without looking at you.
The blade holder clatters softly against the kidney basin and you hand it to him. You watch him crack his neck after taking a deep breath through the mask and he presses the tip of the blade against the patient’s skin. You quickly grab a surgical sponge.
“Sponge.”
You put it on Eren’s waiting hand and he wipes at the blood that seeps out.
“Cautery.”
You give it to him.
The operation continues and you watch Eren trying to locate the ruptured part of the spleen. You glance at him when he clicks his tongue, just as a small spray of blood stains your gown.
“Hemo-”
But you were already passing him the hemostat. Eren quickly clamps the vessel.
“Irrigation.” You push the plunger of the syringe to squirt out fluid in the abdominal cavity and you carefully refill the syringe with the same sterile solution.
“Am I supposed to work blindly here?” Eren’s voice booms as he glares at you.
You freeze and your wide eyes, now full of fear, stare back at him.
“Suction!” He says loudly and you immediately hand him the suction tip.
He yanks it from you and you bow your head in shame. You bite your lips hard enough that you taste tangy copper but you blink the tears away. You refuse to cry in front of him.
The operation ends after a few more outbursts from Eren.
After the patient is rolled to the post anesthesia care unit, you linger around in the theater to clean up, and so you’ll have an excuse not to come to the station where Eren is definitely writing the report in the patient’s chart.
“What an asshole, amiright?” the anesthesiologist drawls to you as he bounces a leg while sitting on a chair in the corner.
You only smile at him politely, refusing to confirm his words.
“He definitely shouldn’t have done that to you.” He says more seriously now. “Even if she was his friend.”
Your hands pause and you look at him.
“Patient Ackerman is his friend?”
He nods. “Back in med school, or even before that.” He stands to stretch. “Well, I’ll be off now. You better bring me souvenirs from that trip of yours.”
You stare off into the swinging doors, the silence of the empty theater rings on your ears.
That explains his behaviour.
The law says that he was not supposed to operate on immediate family and friends.
Or was it about something else.
You clean up the sterile instruments along with the orderly. He keeps glancing at you, but you deliberately chose not to meet his eyes as you know exactly what he wanted to ask, and you refuse to be the subject of their pity.
On your way back to the nurses’ station, you take a glance inside the post anesthesia care unit or PACU as you call it.
And a single glance inside has you ashamed of your actions.
It seems like Dr. Jaeger and apparently Dr. Ackerman, not just patient Ackerman, share something deeper than friendship.
You pursued a man who is in a relationship.
Eren was slumped on the chair next to her. His hair is disheveled and his face rests on his hands. He looks equally distraught as he is exhausted.
The cardiac monitor beeps and he stands abruptly to see what went wrong.
He lets out a breath of relief when she stabilizes once more.
Your eyes sting with tears. You do not understand why you are so upset with yourself. Was it for letting him lash out on you, or was it for pining for him when he is already head over heels for someone.
You choke back your tears and head to the station. Historia is already waiting for you. Her eyes looked angry but she was so gentle in handing you your stuff.
You thanked her when she gave you the procedure sheet which needed your signature.
You sniffled and quickly cleared your throat.
“I’ll see you in two weeks.” You smile at her.
“That’s it!” She says loudly just before grabbing hold of your hands over the counter. “You go enjoy that trip, you hear me? You have to enjoy it so hard that you’ll forget that he even existed!”
The other nurses cheer and some of the other surgeons nod at you.
a masterlist of song lyrics and/or song titles that i believe eren jaeger would write. my musician eren, is like beethoven(both are german) a prodigy or music and composition. whose lyrics and melodies are described as magical, it changes people, helps people.
billboard, ny times, etc., call him the songbird, because not only is his melodies and lyrics majestic, but his voice? angelic. here are his songs:
mentions mental health issues (each individual chapters will specifically mention a mental health issue if needed), soft!eren (as much as i like angst, and smut i feel lime we need more fluff), eren being in love with fem!reader (i have difficulty writing gn!reader/male! reader, so i won't attempt to as not to offend anyone)anyone can read but minors, dni with me please, unless you are 17 about to be 18, as you are very close to my age. also please refer to my rules which are linked. any other warnings i will add in the future but if i miss any please let me know!
all of these songs are songs that i feel like eren would write, a lot of these songs are metal/rock and pop so enjoy!
ahhh congrats on your milestone leah!! you deserve it all and more!
oh my god all these prompts are so good and you write everyone so well, how can we choose? for your event, may I suggest eren and "this this the first time i've felt the need to confess." or "it's okay, we're the best of friends."
ty for hosting this! I can't wait to see everything you come out with ٩(⌒‿⌒)۶
FIRST TIME I'VE FELT THE NEED TO CONFESS (e. jaeger)
a/n: drunk eren and dd reader, mutual pining but eren is shameless and reader has class, LOSER CORE EREN, reader referred to as "ma'am" once in a teasing context
L’s MIDNIGHTS EVENT!
If anyone saw this situation out of context, it might be funny. But in content—your context specifically—it's nothing less than a headache.
Because you've been saddled with the pleasure of driving home an absolutely trashed Eren, pulling him by his collar to your car as he whines and thrashes with objections.
"One date," he repeats, plopping dead weight into the passenger seat of your car and looking up at you with clouded eyes.
Your response is expected, "Nope."
Eren opens his mouth, but before you can hear whatever bullshit he was conjuring up, you shut his door and walk over to the other side of the car.
Without fail, as soon as you open your door, he's continuing his pleading.
"Just dinner? That's literally all I'm asking for, just one dinner where—"
"You know," you interrupt him as you slide into the driver's seat, "you're a sloppy drunk."
You watch the thought process (or lack thereof) in his mind as he smirks and leans his seat further back, "Drinking isn't the only thing I do sloppy if you—"
"Don't finish that sentence."
Eren's eyes travel in amusement from your blushing and aggravated face to where you turn the key in the ignition and white knuckle the steering wheel. He huffs and kisses his teeth, before defeatedly joking.
"Too far?"
You don't speak, but the glare you shoot him says enough. He holds his hands up in defense and turns his attention to his window.
Silence takes over the car for a few peaceful moments and you don't bring yourself to question it, because Eren not talking is a whole lot better than Eren talking. Not only talking, but asking you out—something he's never thought to do before in the entire three years of knowing you.
Between your own exhaustion and his pathetic alcohol tolerance, you're almost positive you can write it off as nonsense. That is, until Eren opens his big fat mouth up again.
"What if I beg?"
At a red light, you rest your forehead against the steering wheel in exasperation. You hear him borderline giggle as the action gently beeps on your horn.
Your voice comes weak, "Since when do you even want to ask me out? Are you that off your ass right now?"
That changes something in him, because even though he is off his ass right now, he's wanted to ask you out when he was sober about ten times over by now. It's not his fault he's never gotten the courage to do so until now. Right?
"No, fuck no, I—" he stumbles over the slurred syllables as his brain fogs, "I mean, I am drunk, yeah. But I've been far drunker."
Comically, you stare through him, as if he doesn't have a single thought in his puny little brain. When the light turns green, you turn away from him and start driving again, suddenly far too calm for his liking.
"Believe it or not, that doesn't make me feel any better."
Eren rubs his blurry eyes with a calloused hand. "Shit—yeah, I know, okay? Just, hold on. Let me start over, 'cause I do really do wanna buy you dinner and—”
"Why now?"
"Not now," he states matter of fact, "when I'm sober and know where my wallet is."
"No, Eren," your voice is soft now, humiliated. You won't even look at him when you weakly whisper, "Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?"
He takes pride in the way he holds your stare for all of three seconds, before turning down and looking at his shoelaces.
"This is just the first time I've felt the need to confess," he mumbles.
You deadpan, "The first time?"
"Yup."
"There were other times you kept it to yourself?
"Like two whole years worth, yeah," he huffs under his breath. "But I wasn't gonna lead with that because that sounds lame and this makes me sound more manly and suave."
The car hums beneath him when he hears you laugh, and his drunk mind can't tell if it's out of pity or honest amusement, but he likes the sound of it all the same.
Though your words might be meant to sting, the delivery is silky when you tease, "I'm driving you home because you can't handle your liquor. Nothing about you is manly or suave right now."
He nods along obediently, "Okay, sorry."
Turning his attention back to the condensation dripping from the window, he suddenly speaks so gently that you'd think he was sober if you didn't see what he drank tonight.
"If you don't actually wanna go out, you can just reject me already. It's fine."
Now it's Eren who won't meet your eye as you're pulling up to his house on the corner of the street. Throwing the car into park and tapping his bicep, he slowly sighs, a bit embarrassed but too drunk to actually care.
"Tell you what," you breathe, and you're surprised Eren's neck doesn't snap on impact with the speed he turns to face you. You bite your cheek at his desperation and exhale, "If you wake up in the morning and still want to take me to dinner, then we can talk about it tomorrow."
"Yeah?" you swear you can physically see the light reenter his eyes at your simple words.
Nodding, you smile. "Yeah, but for now, get your ass in your apartment and drink a shit ton of water."
Gently shoving him, Eren gets out of the car. In the slightly drizzling rain, his eyes never leave yours as his lanky legs stand up and he salutes in a corny way, "Yes, ma'am."
You reach over the middle console to pull his door shut, but before you can even grab it, he's reaching for the handle and holding it open.
"Wait—!"
"What now?" exasperation crawls from your throat.
You watch unimpressed as he pats down all of his pockets before meekly whispering.
eren jaeger’s voice is the voice of an angel. he’s a musical prodigy, he’s slowly taking over the music industry with his musical talent and voice.
he writes songs for his love. too many songs. he has a total of 3025 and counting. some have been about past romances, some about his family, specifically his mom, but the rest? there about you, his sweetheart!
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