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every time someone writes my baby jean kirstein as a jerk fuck boy, cheater, toxic, disrespectful to women and extremely popular, an angel loses his wings; because he would literally be the og yearner, he's a big loser who thinks he's a popular guy, bro could never use women, he would be a hopeless romantic, a soft spoken man, nervous around the girl he likes, respectful, overprotective, he would always put the person he loves first, probably the best boyfriend/husband in this world.
Overthrowing the govt. with a bunch of kids
chibi AOT school castes
bsf eren and shower time
You’d just rinsed the conditioner from your hair, steam curling thick in the small bathroom, when the door creaked open without so much as a knock.
“Eren” you barely managed, clutching at the shower curtain.
“What? Relax, I’ve seen you in a bikini before.” His voice was so casual, so familiar, like he wasn’t intruding on something intensely private. You could see his silhouette through the fogged glass tall, broad shoulders, and way too comfortable leaning against the counter.
“Get out,” you warned, but you didn’t move to shut him out.
He grinned, that infuriating half-smile in his voice. “You left your phone unlocked on the bed. Guess who texted you.” His eyes roamed blatantly, even through the steam, and you knew he was staring. “You know, you should really lock this door if you don’t want people walking in.”
“People? Or just you?”
“Just me,” he admitted without hesitation, stepping closer until you could make out every line of his face through the blurry transparent curtain “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone how cute you look like this.” His hand brushed against the curtain, testing your reaction.
You should’ve told him to stop. But instead, your voice came out quieter. “You gonna hand me a towel or just stand there?”
He chuckled, low and smug. “Oh, I’ll hand it to you… but you’re coming out to get it.”
The water was still beating down on your shoulders when the curtain slid open just enough for Eren’s smirk to appear in the gap.
“You’re taking forever,” he said like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Eren” You didn’t even get the chance to protest before he stepped inside, shutting the curtain behind him.
The small stall suddenly felt too small, steam curling between you as his bare chest came into view. “What the hell are you doing?” you hissed, but your eyes couldn’t help flicking down.
He shrugged, completely unbothered, droplets already starting to bead on his skin. “Water’s warm. Thought I’d save some.”
“Save some—this isn’t a public pool, Eren.”
“Could be,” he teased, reaching past you for the shampoo bottle like he belonged there. His arm brushed yours, warm and slick, and you felt the heat rise in your face. “Turn around.”
You froze. “…why?”
“So I can wash your hair.” The grin he gave you was downright sinful. “What? I’m being helpful. Unless you think I’m gonna do something else.”
You knew you should’ve pushed him out right then, but instead, you turned. Slowly. His fingers worked through your wet hair, nails grazing your scalp in a way that had nothing to do with friendship.
“See?” he murmured in your ear over the sound of the water. “Nothing weird. Just me… and you… and no clothes.”
wait it’s literally them…
awoooo
the best friends of all time