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Coming To Terms

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“Babe, babe, it’s not gonna happen,” Eren whispered, moving Annie’s hand away from his crotch. He tried his best to be as gentle as possible, and instead decided to stuff his dick back into his pants, carefully zipping up his jeans. He watched as Annie flopped down on his bed, irritated, blowing a stray hair out of her face. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just not feeling it today.”

Annie crossed her arms, rolling over to where she didn’t have to look at him. “You’re never feeling it. We’ve been dating for three years and we’ve fucked like twice.”

Eren laid down next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and tucking his body against hers. “I know, baby. Let me make it up to you.”

“How?” Annie didn’t look at him, but her voice sounded hopeful. “You’ll have to do a lot of making up.”

“I talk too much to be bad with my tongue, sweetheart.” He ignored the sick feeling in his stomach that came from the thought of doing it, instead plastering a smile on for Annie. He pressed a kiss to her jawline, trailing small, light kisses down her neck.

He listened as she laughed a bit, and he tried to make himself happy he was causing it, but something just felt wrong as he shimmied his way down the bed. “I guess, but you better do it the good way!”

“Every way I do it is good,” Eren shot back, tucking his fingers into the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down, and taking a deep breath, trying to remind himself he needed to do this. Deciding that hesitating would make the situation worse, he moved forward, ignoring the sick feeling he got when Annie tangled her hands in his hair, grounding her hips into his face.

 

Mikasa had been enjoying her peaceful bath, awoken from a drowsy state of Eren banging on the bathroom door. “What?” She half-shouted, feeling anger rise in her body.

“Open the door!” Eren’s voice gave no clues, so Mikasa sighed deeply, and rose out of the bathwater, slipping on the slides she left outside the tub. “Hurry!”

“I’m opening it!” With that, she unlocked the door, turning back to the tub, not even having the time before Eren burst into the bathroom, dry-heaving into the sink. “Gross, you couldn’t have done that in Mom and Dad’s bathroom?” She got back into the tub, sliding the curtain shut. “What happened?”

Eren couldn’t respond as she heard the sound of puke hitting porcelain. Almost right after that, she heard the tap slowly turn, and Eren gasping for breath. “Earth to Eren?” She opened the curtain the slightest bit, poking her head out. “You good, man?”

“I ate her out.” Eren’s voice held a disgusted undertone under the shaky post-sick voice. “God, I ate her out. It’s all over my mouth.”

“Is she gone?”

She watched as Eren turned to face her. “No, because I’m going to complain about having to eat my girlfriend out in front of her. Context clues, Mikasa.” With his moment of sass, he turned back to the sink, grabbing his toothbrush and the tube of toothpaste. “Yeah, she just left.”

“Damn, you don’t have to get so sassy. Do you want the mint toothpaste?” She held out a tube, and Eren grabbed it from her hand. “Are you good?”

Eren shook his head, piling a liberal amount of toothpaste on his brush. “Why does it taste like that? I can’t get it out of my mouth!”  His voice rose in an angry crescendo, before placing the toothbrush in his mouth and brushing rapidly.

Mikasa watched Eren brush his teeth furiously, even scrubbing his tongue with the bristles. “Wow, actual dental hygiene. You must really hate the taste. Get her a fruit platter on her birthday to send a message.”

“No, I’m not a dick,” Eren mumbled through his mouth full of toothpaste foam, “I just wanna forget about it.”

“You wanna come with me to hang out with Levi then? You remember him, my bio cousin? My Dad’s sister’s kid?” Eren spit out the toothpaste in his mouth, and nodded. “Yeah, he invited me over. I can ask him if I can bring you if you get me my phone.”

 

Eren scribbled a note to leave on the fridge, just in case they spent the night at Levi’s house. He then put on a jacket, and checked his phone to see a text from Annie.

‘You were right about being good with your tongue, babe

He felt like gagging as he read it, but he typed out a stereotypical reply, the one she expected of him.

Told you, cutie

“Hey, are you ready yet?” Mikasa asked, carrying her phone and wallet. “We have to pick up food first. And booze, so see if mom’s ID is still here and stuff your shirt.” The way she said it was teasing, and with a slight smile.

Eren scoffed, a small smirk on his face. “Yeah, right. I’m hotter than mom.”

“Sure you are.” She picked up her keys, and hit the unlock button, hearing her car beep in the background. “Get a jacket, it’s cold.” With that, she put her sunglasses on, and stepped out of the door, into the night.

 

Holding a massive bag of food from McDonalds, Mikasa rang the doorbell, holding her arms to her chest.

“You wouldn’t be cold if you took your own advice.” Eren was teasing, and Mikasa rolled her eyes. “Want my jacket?”

“Nah,” Mikasa answered, and then banged on the door. “Levi! Get your ass over here! I’m freezing my tits off!”

Eren heard someone groan, but it was clearly a girl. Then, light, small footsteps, and the door opened to a small red-head. “He went out for a pack of cigs, Mik. Do you have the food?”

“I have the food and my brother, now let us in before I freeze to death.” Mikasa shoved past the girl, walking into the house and sighed in relief. “I’m so glad you guys keep this house burning hot.”

The girl eyed Eren up and down, and nodded him in, shutting the door behind him. “You didn’t tell me your brother was so cute.”

“He’s got a girlfriend and performance issues, Isabel.”

“I don’t have performance issues, it’s called ‘Annie is fucking terrifying’.” Eren was quick to defend himself, and then looked at the girl. “Where can I put this?”

She smiled. “Coffee table. Let me go get Farlan, he’ll be happy the food’s here.”

 

Sitting on the couch with them, Eren almost felt comfortable. Isabel had walked into the room, offering him a bottle of Heineken, which he graciously accepted. They were sitting around the TV when a door to a bedroom room opened, and a heavy scent of skunk and smoke flew out. “Farlan!” Isabel seemed angry as she shouted, clearly tired of Farlan’s shit. “What did Levi fucking tell you about hotboxing his room? He’s gonna beat your ass when he gets back.”

Farlan shrugged as he stumbled to the couch, taking a bottle of beer off the counter as he did so, and popping the bottle cap off with his teeth. “I saved him half a blunt, he’ll be fine.”

Isabel rolled her eyes, and held out the bag with Farlan’s food in it. “Big Mac, two large fries, and your coke’s on the table.”

“Thanks, Bell.” With that, Farlan leaned over the edge, pressing a kiss to the back of Isabel’s head, before flopping on the side next to her. “Mikasa, when’d you get here? And who’s the little cutie on the couch?”

Eren huffed, causing Mikasa to laugh. “My brother. Remember, after the car accident? The Yeagers took me in.” She took a sip out of her own beer, before leaning into Eren’s side. “When did Levi say he’d be back? He texted me five minutes ten minutes ago.”

“He’s probably fucking Erwin and picking up more booze. Give him a few minutes.” Isabel picked up the remote, exiting the credits of the movie that had been on, and began scrolling through the suggestions. “Wanna watch the Scream movies?”

 

In about five minutes since they put on the first Scream movie, they had all piled on the same couch, watching with bated breath as the killer stalked around. Just as a patio chair flew through the poor girl’s window, the door flung open, hitting the wall with a bang. Farlan screamed, nearly falling off the couch as Isabel shouted a very loud ‘fuck’. Eren whipped his head around as Mikasa did too, only to lose every bit of air he had been holding.

“What the fuck are you clowns doing?"

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“That’s fucked, Levi!” Isabel glared down her friend, while Eren was trying to figure out how to get his mind working again. Nobody warned him Levi was hot. Nobody told him it was possible to find Levi hot.

Levi walked to the kitchen table, dropping his keys and a pack of Bud Light on the table. “How is it my fault you idiots were sat here watching a horror movie? It’s fucking June.” He brushed some pitch-black hair out of his eyes, before turning and looking at Eren. “This your brother, Mik?”

As he turned, Eren realized he had a nose ring, and a handful of piercings in only one of his ears. “Yeah. Eren, meet Levi.”

“Hi,” Eren finally managed, and Levi raised an eyebrow, before sniffing. “The smell’s Farlan’s fault.” The blue-gray eyes darkened a bit, and Levi rolled his eyes.

He watched as Levi sighed, pointing at Farlan. “You. Erwin said fuck you.” He hadn’t noticed how sharp Levi’s jawline was, despite his face being rounded, the man was very, very attractive.

“Erwin wishes. You’re a bit too angry for him, but you do in a pinch,” Farlan teased, “How’s he doing?”

“Fuck if I know. I left him and stole the beer at his house.” Levi tore said beer pack open, picking up a can and tossing it in Farlan’s direction. “We got in a fight over me wanting to live with Kenny instead of him, tried to say ‘if you loved me you’d be here’, so I told him I wanted his dick and that’s it.”

Mikasa raised an eyebrow. “Once again, that’s fucked.” She then polished off the rest of her Heineken, placing the bottle on the coffee table. “How are you going to get beer now?”

“Uh, Kenny? You think that man’s responsible enough to deny buying alcohol for teenagers?” Levi took out his own can, cracking it open. “You, Eren, you want one?”

When Eren nodded, Levi threw a can at him, before walking over to the couch and flopping in the small amount of space between Mikasa and Eren. He reached forward for his bag of chicken nuggets, grabbing it and handing Mikasa the cookie inside. “What are we watching, girls?”

 

Within the end of the first movie, Levi had lit up the half of the blunt Farlan left him, taking a single, long drag, and then turning to Eren. “Yay or nay?”

“He’s never smoked before,” Mikasa spoke, looking at Levi. “If he throws up, he’s using your toothbrush.”

Levi let a disgusted look cross his face. “Fuck no, I’ll give him Kenny’s.” He then watched as Eren took the blunt in his hand, bringing it to his slips. “Small puffs, first. You’re gonna cough, and that’s okay.” Eren took his advice, doing only the slightest bit, and only coughing the slightest bit. “There you go.”

Something about the way Levi spoke was making Eren’s heart pound in his chest. It was something he didn’t even know people could make you feel, he heard about the people talking to their crushes who get all warm and fuzzy, but he thought he just couldn’t do it. Annie never made him do it, nobody that he could remember had made his head feel like it was stuffed full of cotton.

“See, it’s not so bad.” Levi had a small grin on his face, and then turned to Isabel. “Isabel, bedroom, need to talk.”

 

Mikasa nudged Eren in the side, grinning at him. “So, how are you liking them so far? Isabel catch your eye?”

“Nobody caught my eye.” Eren was lying through his teeth, and Mikasa could tell. She didn’t say anything, but she did raise an eyebrow. “I wonder what they’re talking about,” Eren whispered, and Mikasa let out a stifled laugh.

 

“Eren is hot.” Levi pointed as Isabel as if it was her fault, before turning around and pulling his pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. “Mikasa didn’t warn me her foster brother was hot.”

Isabel shrugged. “Why would she think he’s hot, Vi? She lives with him. He is a little cutie, though.”

Levi groaned, placing the cigarette in his mouth and lighting it. He then held the pack out to Isabel, watching her take one. “I’m going to beat his ass. I’m supposed to be moping because Erwin and I fell through.”

“Vi, he was twenty-five, fucking an eighteen year old. You were talking about how you were tired of him, anyway.” Isabel placed the cigarette between her lips. “Light, please?”

He flicked his lighter to life, holding it out so Isabel could light the end. “I know I was talking about being tired of him, but his dick is nice. Fuckin’ hung like a horse, and I’m a size king.”

“Ask Eren how big he is, then. He has a girlfriend, though. Mikasa was saying he and her have some problems. He said his girlfriend was 'fuckin terrifyin’ though.”

Levi forced a wheezy laugh. “Remember when we tried to fuck and I got ‘stage fright’? And then we realized I was gay?”

She laughed, nodding as smoke came out of her nostrils. “Remember the time you got a boner because Farlan yelled at you?”

“Alright, good talk, thought we forgot about that. I’m going back to tell Mikasa to send me his number.” Levi took a long puff of his cigarette, and then stubbed it out on the wall, throwing what was left in the ashtray. Isabel just chuckled, taking another drag from hers, blowing smoke in the air.

 

By the time Levi walked out, he noticed that Farlan and Eren were talking each other’s heads off, while Mikasa was sitting alone, sipping on a beer. Levi walked to his cousin, leaning down into her ear. “Send me his number.”

“He’s straight,” She whispered back, and then thought for a second, “He might be.”

Levi shook his head. “What if I just wanna talk and be friendly, Mik?”

Mikasa rolled her eyes, and then pulled out her phone, quickly sending the contact to Levi. “You don't know how to be friendly, you'll be trying to get in his pants come a week. But there, you whore.”

“Thanks,” Levi responded, and pressed a kiss to his cousin’s temple. “Now scoot, I wanna sit.”

Eren turned around, seeing Levi back. “Hey, Levi. Mikasa and I want to know if we can spend the night. Our parents said it was okay.”

“Of course, I’ll text Kenny so he doesn’t think I had an orgy going on before he got back.” Levi smiled ever so slightly, and Eren felt his heart skip a beat. He flipped the hood of his hoodie up, trying to pretend it was because he was cold, not because of the blush spreading across his face.

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Eren woke up to hear footsteps in the house. “Damn, you guys can’t clean my fucking house after that?” The voice was deep, far deeper than Levi’s.

    “Why would we do that? It’s your house.” Levi’s tone of voice was very, very teasing, and Eren heard the other man snort. “Thanks for letting them come over, Kenny.”

    “No problem, shortstack,” Kenny replied, “Just get this shit cleaned up after they leave. Who’s the Mexican kid?”

    Levi scoffed. “That’s Mikasa’s foster brother. His name’s Eren, you remember Grisha? That’s his son.” As Levi spoke, Eren could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, and then Levi turn to Kenny. “Just so you know, Erwin’s not gonna be coming over anymore.”

    “That’s good, he got on my last nerve. Almost shot ‘em last time.” Eren heard Kenny crack open a can of beer, taking a long sip. “What happened?”

    “Tried to tell me to move in with him. When I said I didn’t wanna he tried to act like I was supposed to love him. Told him it was just about sex, he told me to go to hell. So here I am.” The smile in Levi’s voice was almost audible as he said that, Eren heard a light smack, a sound of someone playfully hitting someone else.

    Kenny made a noise, one that sounded painfully similar to Levi’s scoffing. “Whatever. Tell whoever’s phone is vibrating that they need to answer it. I’m going to sleep.”

    “Isabel and Farlan fucked in there.”

    “I’m too tired to care.”

    With that, Levi laughed, and then Eren felt a hand on his shoulder. “Answer your phone, dude. It’s probably your girlfriend.” He turned, and walked down the hallway, into his bedroom. Eren wasn’t even going to try and pretend he didn’t stare at Levi’s ass the entire time the older walked down the hallway, smiling as he picked up his phone.

 

    Where the hell are you, Eren? ” Annie’s voice was scathing as she asked the question, and Eren blinked sleep from his eyes. “ You haven’t texted me in over twelve hours!

    Eren rubbed at his face, yawning. His head was pounding, and half of his body was asleep still. “What time is it?”

    Are you serious? What time is it? Eren, it’s fucking two in the afternoon! So tell me where you are!

    “I’m with Mikasa. We’re at her cousin’s house.” Eren stood up, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a can of beer. “Where are you?”

    He could almost hear Annie’s anger through the phone. “ At my house. With my brothers. ” He cracked the can open, and Annie spoke up again. “ What are you drinking?

    “A can of coke?” Lies came naturally to him when they involved Annie. He had been doing it for over two years now, since their freshman year, and it was like a second nature to him. “Damn, are you my Mom now?”

    Annie was clearly angry. So much, in fact, that she responded with one thing. “ Fucking feels like it .” And hung up, no doubt throwing her phone down after doing it. Eren blinked, and then nudged Mikasa awake.

    “What?”

    “Can we stay here another day? I fucked up and Annie might castrate me.”

    Mikasa groaned, rolling over on the couch. “Ask Levi, I don’t fucking care. I hope she takes your nuts, not like you use them. Probably do better above her fireplace.”

    “I love you too, Mik.”

 

    By the time Kenny came out of the bedroom, all of the kids were awake, and scrolling through Netflix. “You guys hungry?”

    “Depends on what you’re gonna get,” Isabel answered, looking at the TV. “No, I want to watch the Autopsy of Jane Doe!”

    Levi rolled his eyes, scrolling back up. “Yeah, okay, you want to see titties.”

    “Anybody going to answer my question? I’m going to get a few nugget trays and a shit ton of fries from Chick-Fil-A, I already called it in.”

    “The homophobic chicken place. Nice call, Uncle.” Levi answered as he selected the movie.

    Kenny rolled his eyes. “You have a problem with it?”

    “No, the hatred makes it taste better. Call me when you’re back so we can help carry it in.” With that, Levi turned around, a small smile on his face to his Uncle. “Now scram, I gotta decide who I’m gonna fuck when you’re not here.”

    The man rolled his eyes, “Want anything else?”

    “Beer!” Farlan called out, and Kenny pointed in his direction, nodding. Then, Kenny grabbed his car keys, slid on some sunglasses, and walked out the door.

 

    “You liking this?” Levi turned around to Eren as the body that the movie was named after laid on the table, her tits in full view. “I never understand the appeal of tits.”

    Eren shook his head. “I’m more of an ass man.” He took a sip of the beer he had been nursing since early in the morning, and Levi nodded.

    “We can relate on that.” Levi had a small smile on his face as he spoke, and then he moved down to the floor, managing to situate himself exactly between Eren’s legs, his head barely a few inches from Eren’s crotch. Eren could feel the blood rushing to both his face and dick, and he took a deep breath, before taking out his phone and pulling up Annie’s contact. He had to be a doting boyfriend.

    Thinking of you, might have to go hide out in Levi’s bathroom for a few minutes ’ He added a few suggestive emojis, and murmured his approval in his own head, sending out the text. 

    Within seconds, he got a response from Annie. ‘ I’m still mad but let me know when you do, I’ll help out~

    He felt like gagging at the thought of getting nudes from Annie, but Levi being so close was keeping his mind focused on his dick. ‘ Ass pics or bust, mi amor

    Only if you send some pictures, too

    Deal

 

    “Hand me the polynesian sauce,” Eren spoke, and Levi leaned back, the top of his head almost brushing Eren’s crotch.

    Levi had a grin on his face as he spoke. “Whatever you want, sir…” His voice was breathy and low, and Eren felt his heart jump into his chest. Levi sat up normally, looking back a bit. “Anything else I can get you?” He reached out and grabbed the tub of sauce, holding it behind him for Eren to put on the tray he and Mikasa were balancing between their legs.

    He couldn’t get the way Levi said it out of his head, and the blood was rushing everywhere but his brain, meaning he didn’t have the power to change his mind. After shoving a few nuggets in his face, he moved the tray fully to Mikasa’s lap, and stood up.

    “Where are you going?” Farlan’s voice was teasing, and Eren shrugged.

    “Gotta shit.”

 

    By the time he got to the bathroom, he could feel his dick fighting to be out of the jeans. He went and sat on the edge of the bathtub, rubbing at his face.

    “Come on, don’t think about it, don’t think about it, you like girls…” His voice was barely a whisper, and he rocked slightly back and forth. He couldn’t get Levi’s eyes out of his head, or the way his voice seemed to just tickle the animal part of his brain that was now screaming at him that he needed to have sex, and he needed it now .

    He pulled his phone out, and he had a few snaps from Annie. He opened the first one, seeing a picture where she had pulled her shirt up just enough to show off some underboob, something that, for any normal guy, would be an absolute tease, but Eren couldn’t bring himself to get excited at that. The next picture was something he could deal with. He shook his head, unzipping his pants, and looking at the picture of Annie’s ass, blocking out the little bit of her vulva that showed with his thumb.

    Everything was fine, he reasoned as he licked his hand, before sticking it in his underwear to stroke the slightest bit. Apparently, Levi had gotten him extremely worked up, because the slightest touch had him shivering . But he still likes girls. He liked girls, and nothing else. He was a normal man. He wasn’t… wasn’t a faggot. He was going to marry Annie, give his parents grandkids, and die. Like everyone else in his family did.

    And then his mind went back to Mikasa’s cousin, and he felt fuzzy. He clicked off of Annie’s picture, quickly snapping the type of picture he promised her, before deciding to beat the ever-loving hell out of his dick. He needed to get back before they suspected something, and he kept going, ignoring Annie’s response, and instead putting his phone down and relying entirely on his imagination.

    Levi, bent down on his knees in front of him, a hungry look in his eyes. He could hear the teasing ‘tell me what you want me to do, sir…’

    Eren didn’t know he was into that. Maybe that’s what he and Annie were missing, but he didn’t care about that right now. Instead he was imagining Levi sucking his dick, and God was the Levi in his imagination a fucking master at it. It didn’t take long until Eren was biting his other hand, gasping as quietly as he could. “Levi…”

    He was shocked at that, but he sped up the slightest bit, and then, a low groan came from him, from some place he didn’t know was possible for him to hit, and he started cumming. He was particularly happy it didn’t go everywhere, and reached for the toilet paper, quickly cleaning himself up and stuffing his still half-hard dick back in his pants.

 

    “That was a long shit.” Isabel watched as Eren came out of the bathroom, and Eren just shrugged.

    “Ate a lot of food.”

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Eren sat on his bed, ignoring the texts on his phone. Annie was the last thing on his mind right now, and instead, it was Levi at the front and foremost.

    Levi was short. Shorter than he liked his partners to be. Annie was only a few inches taller than Levi, but Eren felt like he towered over Levi. Not only was he short, but his hair was a short, pitch black undercut, with a hair texture he had never really seen before. Levi’s skin was so pale it almost looked translucent, but that was all Eren could think of. He thought about if it felt soft, like a girl’s, or if it was hardened and acne-scarred like his. And then, all of the piercings, and the tongue piercing that he had noticed during Levi talking. He was sure that there was a tattoo on Levi’s body somewhere, he just hadn’t seen it. 

    And then those cold, gray-blue eyes that seemed to pierce into his soul whenever Levi looked at him. It had been a week since he first met his sister’s cousin- God, that sounded awful without the context that Mikasa was adopted- and he couldn’t get him out of his mind.

    “I’m not gay.” The words were meant to comfort Eren, but something in his mind screamed at him for saying it. Calling him a liar, a coward. “I’m not!”

    He could almost hear Levi’s voice, taunting. ‘ Come and prove it then, Eren …’ This Levi in his mind was shirtless, with over-sized sweatpants hanging from his hips, showing off a snail trail of hair up to his navel, and then the curve of his adonis belt. Eren shook his head, tapping his foot on the floor.

    “I’m not gay.” He said it again, repeating it through his head like a mantra. “I don’t like men. I like Annie. I love Annie. I’m going to marry Annie.”

    The more he went on, the more the taste of sick spread through his body. He grabbed his phone, looking at the notifications. Some pictures from Annie, ones that were no doubt suggestive, and a single snap from Levi.

    His fingers betrayed him and clicked on the one from Levi first. It was clearly not taken by Levi, and instead it was him and Isabel, standing side by side at a park, with Levi with lip pulled down, revealing a new tattoo, and Isabel had her forearm in the shot, revealing her own art. Isabel’s was a flower with some birds around it, something expected, but Levi’s made Eren’s heart stop.

    ‘SIZE KING’

    Eren sat there, and then a single thought went through his head, loud enough in his thoughts for him to say it out loud. “I’m not small.”

    He eventually brought himself to respond, sliding up on the picture and typing out a basic response. ‘ Nice tat, trying to tell someone something?

    All he got in reply was a winking emoji. Something about it made Eren’s heart jump to his throat. It wasn’t a reaction he normally felt, not even with Annie. ‘ Keep your secrets, then.

    One more response, and this time he noticed Levi’s bitmoji popping up in the corner. ‘ All you gotta do is ask, buttercup .’

 

    Eren had went to pornhub right after. He clicked on essentially the first video he saw, the title advertising a hot teen getting an ‘accidental’ creampie. He listened to the ever-familiar drum intro, and then skipped through what little plot his video of choice was trying to set up.

    He should have found this hot. The focus on this random woman playing with her own tits, with a hand spreading her vulva apart to show the camera her vagina, should have sent off something in his hindbrain and made instincts overwhelm him and turn him into a wild animal, thinking of nothing but getting laid and spreading his genes.

    The only time his mind even slightly stirred was when the male star of the movie came into view, stroking himself and staring at the girl with a hungry look that Eren wished was directed at him. But as he watched as the man wrapped his hand around his co-star’s neck, the other laying with her chest, he quickly decided this wasn’t for him.

    No big deal. Maybe he just wasn’t the type of guy to get off on porn. The Levi thing was a one-time thing, and happened because Levi was the closest, sexually available person. He opened up his phone, and quickly went to his recently deleted folder, where he kept all of Annie’s nudes, and clicked on the nearest one.

    Things were going fine, until he was rubbing himself through his sweatpants, looking at a picture of her ass, with any hint of femininity blocked out by his hand. His mind supplied something, very unhelpfully.

    I wonder if Levi’s ass looks like this .

    With that, Eren decided he was done trying to do anything. He let out a frustrated groan, turning his phone off and rolling over in bed. He was still hard, but it wasn’t because of Annie. Fucking Levi Ackerman, the annoying little asshole, the kid who drinks shitty beers with joy, the god damn stoner and nicotine-addicted stripper’s son, was the person who was captivating his eyes. Maybe it was just Levi. Maybe it was a passing phase. He could deal with that.

    He grabbed his phone again, and made sure to open the incognito browser. He typed the words slowly, scared of what might happen. Back to pornhub, then to categories, then to gay. He waited as the page loaded, and he clicked on a video with a similar advertising to the first. ‘Twink gets creampied’

    As it started, he quickly found out what exactly a twink was. A cute man, typically on bottom. Eren felt his mind get hazy as the camera focused on the ‘twink’ took his lover’s dick in his mouth, starting to suck like his mind depended on it.

    Eren didn’t have the brain power to protest his reaction as all his blood rushed south. Almost on instinct, Eren’s hand moved down to his crotch, and he didn’t have the self control to stop himself from pulling his sweats down to his thighs, and pulling his blanket up to his chest.

He listened to the low groans, and he tried to ignore the fact he thought they were painfully hot. His mind was fuzzy, and all he could imagine being the man fucking the adorable little twink. He could imagine any man, maybe even some of the other members of the football team, being the one under him, clawing his back and panting his name like it was a prayer. It was enough to drive him wild, and he didn’t hold back as he jerked himself off, swearing under his breath and groaning various phrases, most of which as some combination of ‘oh, God’.

And then he came, and he sat there in the afterglow of his orgasm, feeling on cloud nine, especially with the feeling of warm cum all over his stomach, and before he even thought of it, he ran his fingers through it, getting a healthy amount and deciding to lick it off. Any other time, he would have just wiped it off with a dirty shirt and thrown said shirt in the laundry, but something about this seemed right. At least, the taste definitely seemed right. Compared to Annie and the revulsion he felt when he ate her out. He picked up his phone, smiling, and opened his conversation with Levi.

Can I come over on Friday?

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Eren was packing various things in his drawstring, taking care to pack extra shirts, just in case. He shoved his phone charger in the bag, and grabbed his lanyard, making sure all his keys were on it. Then, just to be thorough, he patted his pockets and made sure his wallet was in his pocket like it was supposed to be, along with his phone.

    According to Levi, they were just going to hang out, smoke some weed, and watch some movies, and Isabel and Farlan would be there too. It sounded like a good time, but when Eren asked where he’d be sleeping, Levi had just sent a cryptic text, saying they could share a bed.

    It hurt to admit he was excited. He slid on his trusty letterman, as it was part of the outfit, no matter the fact it was in late June. He would burn up if he had to walk outside, but, luckily, his car had A/C, something that Mikasa couldn’t claim. He walked to her room, opening the door.

    “I’m heading out.” He didn’t even look at Annie, who was on Mikasa’s bed watching Netflix. “You guys have fun.” Mikasa nodded, and Eren went to close the door, before he heard Annie’s voice.

    She was starting to get off the bed, trotting towards him. “You’re gonna leave without giving me a kiss, baby?”

    Eren forced a smile, and shook his head. “Shit, almost forgot, I was a bit distracted looking at that ass.”

    He heard Mikasa made a gagging noise, and then Annie turned around to shush her. His smile was plastered on when Annie wrapped her arms around his neck, and Eren wrapped his arms around her waist, doing exactly what the world expected him to do. He pressed his lips to hers, closing his eyes tightly, trying to imagine he wasn’t kissing her. He could almost manage it, until Annie licked at his lips. Before he knew it, his tongue was in Annie’s mouth, trying to force himself to be a normal boyfriend. They eventually pulled apart, and Annie smiled.

    “Have a nice night, sweetheart,” Annie grinned, her eyes filled with love and adoration that made Eren sick. Eren nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and giving her a small hug.

 

    “Eren!” Isabel wore a wide smile as Farlan held her down on the couch, the both of them smiling and play-wrestling. “What are you up to?” When she shifted, Eren realized she was only wearing an unzipped jacket and shorts.

    Levi scoffed, looking at his friends. “Will you two stop fucking on the couch?” With his comment, he walked over to Isabel, zipping her jacket up for her. “Fucking children.” Levi turned to look at Eren, a small grin on his face. “Sorry about them, they’re retarded.”

    He smiled. “Can’t be worse than my friends, we all play ball. Lots of brain damage from concussions.”

    Eren’s heart felt warm when he heard Levi’s small laugh. “Damn, but to be fair, you football players aren’t the sharpest.”

    “Yeah, tell me about it. What do we got to eat?”

 

    After stuffing his face with as much pizza as possible and watching a weird movie, Eren was sitting in Levi’s room, looking at all the posters around, painting a picture that Levi had been a weird little emo kid when he was younger. He was ignoring the vibrating on his phone, instead thinking.

    What if he was actually gay? He had an opportunity to find out. Maybe there was a reason he liked Simba so much when he was a kid, or maybe there was a reason he enjoyed watching superhero movies despite not being the slightest bit into Marvel or DC.

    “Hey, Levi?” Eren waited for a small hum of acknowledgement, and then he buried his face in his hands, speaking just loud enough for Levi to hear. “How did you find out you were gay?”

    He could hear the way Levi stopped, and the way Levi closed his book, revealing all his nervousness. “Why are you asking?”

    Eren felt blood rush to his face, turning it blazing, tomato red. “I’m just curious. That’s all, never met a gay guy before.”

    Levi shifted on the bed, moving down to the floor and sitting next to Eren. “Are you sure that’s why?”

    “You don’t have to answer the question if you don’t want to. It’s personal, and weird, and…” Eren couldn’t hide the fact tears were clouding his vision. He shouldn’t have asked this. Levi was going to tell Mikasa, who was going to tell Mom and Dad, and then he was going to die young because he was a faggot.

    “I kissed a boy. Farlan, to be exact.” Levi looked at Eren as he spoke, a calm expression on his face. “It was a dare from some of our friends. It was supposed to be a joke, we were like twelve. But it made me feel weird. Like, it made my stomach feel like I had butterflies in it and my heart felt like it was in my chest.”

    Eren looked at him, a worried look on his face as he continued. “I went home. I wanted to know why I felt like that, so I did what any kid does and google the hell out of it. I stumbled across some porn, and one thing led to another.”

    “Were… were you scared?”

    Levi nodded. “Absolutely terrified. I hid it for another few years, I even tried to get with Isabel to convince people I liked girls. It was going fine, until we tried to have sex and I just couldn’t. I broke down, and I told her I might be gay. I told Kenny a while later, and he just hugged me and told me he loved me no matter what.”

    He didn’t know what came over him, but that seemed to calm Eren down. “So… you found out because you kissed a guy?”

    “That’s what I said, you should try listening sometime.”

    The raven haired boy looked at Eren, and he felt a strong, calloused hand touch the side of his face, and the next thing he knew, Eren’s lips were on his, and he shut his eyes tight, revelling in the moment.

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“Sometimes, I think Eren hates me,” Annie sighed, closing the door behind her. “I mean, what kind of person forgets to kiss a girlfriend they love?” She walked over to where Mikasa was on the floor, and slumped next to her, leaning her head on her shoulder. “It’s stupid.”

    Mikasa shrugged, looking at Annie. “Eren’s preoccupied. Mom and Dad want him to get a scholarship for football, so he’s gotta train really hard this year. It’s his last chance.”

    Annie nodded, but still rubbed at her knees. “He’s just… acting different. When we first got together, it was like he couldn’t keep his hands off me, and it was even like that until about last year. Now it’s like he wants nothing to do with me, Mikasa.”

    “Annie, he loves you,” Mikasa reassured her, putting her hand over her friend’s. “Like I said, he’s ridiculously stressed out, why don’t you tell him he can’t take it out on you?”

    “Be honest with me, is there someone else? Is he seeing someone else?”

    “What?” Mikasa’s eyes widened in shock. “He barely got you, how do you think he’s going to get anyone else? Have you seen how awkward he is?”

    “Yeah, but he’s hot. He could pull one-night-stands, a lot of girls at school want to get with him because he’s mixed and has muscles.”

    Mikasa looked at Annie, with her eyebrow raised. “Eren is not hot. Besides, he’s ridiculously loyal. He’s just stressed, Ann. Talk to him about it when you get the chance.”

    Annie smiled, placing her head back against Mikasa’s. “Yeah, you’re right. Now, tell me about you and Armin!”

 

    Levi deepened the kiss between them, wrapping his arms around Eren’s neck, one of his hands bunched in Eren’s shirt. They were panting as Eren pulled Levi into his lap, firm hands on Levi’s ass as Eren started to stand up, walking forward and pinning Levi against the wall. The raven haired boy wrapped his legs around Eren’s waist, pulling him close enough to grind into Eren’s crotch. He listened as Eren’s breath hitched and the football player put more weight against Levi, pinning him to the wall.

    When they finally pulled apart, Levi had a small grin on his face, and pointed to his bed. “We can move this to the bed, if you want.”

    Eren nodded, the movement of his head breaking the spit trail that connected them. “The bed sounds nice.”

    There was almost no flourish as Eren threw Levi down to the bed, climbing on top of the other boy, getting right back to making out. The position they were in let Eren feel the hard on Levi was sporting, right against his own. Eren groaned as he rolled his hips against Levi, and he was amazed that anything could feel like this. He could feel Levi’s nails digging into his back, and Eren stuttered, and then Levi’s loud groan snapped him out of it.

    He pulled away like he had been shot, and Levi propped himself up. “What the hell?”

    “I’m not gay,” Eren whispered, “No, I… I'm sorry....”

    Levi’s voice had a hint of irritation in it. “Really now? The boner's telling another story. You’re gonna give me blue balls, dude.”

    “I can’t be gay. Dad’s gonna kill me. Levi, my Dad’s gonna kill me.” All sass that had occupied Levi left as he watched tears start to roll down Eren’s face, with Eren’s protest turning into incoherent sobbing. “He’s gonna… How am I gonna tell Annie?”

    “Hey…” Levi’s voice was soft as he touched Eren’s face, figuring they were at a point where that was more than appropriate. “It’s alright, Eren. I know it’s scary…”

    Eren wrapped his arms around the smaller man, pulling him down on the bed and putting his face in Levi’s chest. “I can’t… why did it have to be me?”

    “It’s not a curse. Most people will accept it, you’ll just have to give them some time to adjust…”

    “But my Dad won’t. He’s said before he’s glad I got with Annie because in middle school he was worried I was gay and he didn’t want to have a faggot for a son.” Eren’s voice was muffled against Levi’s chest, refusing to move. “He said he’d have to beat the gay out of me.”

    Levi shrugged, lazily laying his arm across Eren’s side. “He doesn’t have to know until you can move out, then. Or he doesn’t have to know at all. It’s your choice.”

    He could almost see the doubt on Eren’s face as he responded. “It doesn’t seem like it.” Despite the way he acted, Eren pulled closer. “I’m sorry. I should be upset about sitting here with you when I have a girlfriend…”

    “Do you regret doing it?” Levi watched as Eren pulled away, his face confused.

    “Why would I? It… it was nice,” Eren whispered, “I really liked it.”

    He felt Levi’s hand move a stray strand of hair from his face, and he was amazed by how nice a rough, ‘manly’ hand could feel. “Do you want to do it again?”

    “Yeah,” Eren nodded, “Yeah.” Eren moved his body closer to Levi’s, before pressing a kiss to his lips and placing an arm over his waist.

 

    “I wonder what they’re doing right now,” Annie smiled, watching the Scooby-Doo movie that Mikasa had chosen. “Probably something stupid.”

    Mikasa scoffed. “Probably. Might have just fallen asleep after drinking too much.”

    Annie rolled her eyes at that. “Well, we both know Eren has no impulse control. He probably did something incredibly stupid, hurt himself, and passed out drunk.” 

    “You should text him and find out,” Mikasa teased, smiling. “Maybe he’s the type of drunk where he’s gonna start sending you the kinds of pictures you want so bad.”

    “I don’t want pictures at this point, I want the real thing. We’ve only fucked a few times in three years. You and Armin do more stuff than that!”

    She raised her eyebrows as she sipped on her can of sprite, but didn’t respond more than that. “We don’t get to hang out like you and Eren do, so we take our chances when they come.” Mikasa finally brought herself to speak. “Eren isn’t really sex focused like a lot of guys, though.”

    That was a lie. She could hear him a few days ago, and she could also hear his choice in porn. But that was his decision to make. Until then, she’d cover for him. “You’re right. It’s just, annoying. Reiner brings a different girl home every week, and every other girl talks about all the stuff their boyfriends do with them, and then they ask me and I either have to lie, or I tell the truth and they tell me I should check his phone and see if he’s cheating.”

    “I wouldn’t worry about what other people think. You should talk to him about it, though. Maybe when he gets home tomorrow?”

    “Yeah, I think I’m gonna.” Annie then turned back to the TV, a small grin on her face. “Now, come on! Let’s watch TV.”

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Eren sat in the driver’s seat of his car, with Isabel hanging in his window. “You sure you’re good to drive?” She watched as he rubbed at his eyes, blinking sleep and hangover from them. “Levi said he’d like it if you stayed another day.”

    “Sorry, I got a girlfriend who might murder me. And a mother who’s got some killer aim with a chancla.” Eren rubbed at his neck, and Isabel made a noise of disapproval. “Sorry.”

    “You’re gonna rub that off if you’re not careful. Then you have to explain those bruises to your mom and her chancla. Not to mention Annie. They'll think you had sex or something.” Isabel was acting like a mother scolding her child. “The hell were you thinking, anyway? Trusting Farlan like he's big enough to carry your fat ass. You're lucky your neck didn't break when you hit the table.”

    He laughed the slightest bit. “Wasn’t thinking about much. Thank you for making the drugstore run.”

    Isabel hit his shoulder. “Whatever. I’d do it for Levi.”

    “Yeah, but you’ve known Levi for ages. I’ve been coming around for a little over a week.” Eren put his keys in the ignition, starting up his car. 

    She just smiled. “I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing a lot more of you, Eren. Good luck at home.” As she started to pull away, Eren called out.

    “Isabel!” She leaned back in, and Eren looked slightly nervous. “Can you ask Levi about the next time I can come over?”

    “Ask him yourself, Eren. He’ll like it more coming from you,” Isabel winked, “He’ll probably be texting you soon, anyway.” Almost on cue, Eren’s phone dinged, and Isabel laughed. “It’s him. I’ll see you, man. Have fun doing whatever you do when you get home.”

 

    As Eren walked in the door, he could hear the hushed voices of his mother and Annie speaking in the living room. He rolled his eyes, and took off his drawstring, shrugging his jacket off and throwing it on the coat hook.

    Carla watched as her son walked in, looking incredibly disheveled, his hair messed up as if someone had their hands in it for ages. “Good morning, Eren.” She watched as Annie smiled at seeing Eren, and decided it was sweet.

“It’s morning?” Eren seemed shocked by that fact, and he walked past them, before Carla reached out, locking her hand around his bicep. “Mami?”

She looked at him, her face filled with concern. “Can we talk to you?”

“Uh, yeah? Can I put my bag upstairs?” When she nodded, Eren trotted up the stairs, bag in hand. She watched as he did, and the first thing she noticed was a birthmark on the left side of his neck missing. She decided not to call it out, not while Annie was there.

 

By the time Eren came back downstairs, Carla and Annie had migrated to the couch. Eren raised an eyebrow, sitting on the loveseat across the living room. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Why are you getting so distant from me, Eren?” Annie seemed sad as she spoke. “When we first started dating you couldn’t stop looking at me, and now, you can barely even look at me.”

They watched as Eren tapped his foot, and crossed his arms. “You have to have Mom in here for this conversation? I know what this is about, and I don’t feel comfortable talking about this in front of the woman who pushed me out of her,  Annie.”

Annie made a huffing noise. “It’s the only way I can get you down here to talk to me long enough! You might as well still have the umbilical cord attached with how much of a momma’s boy you are.”

Eren rolled his eyes. “Mami, can you leave us alone while we talk this out?”

“You can’t keep bottling up your feelings, mijo.” Carla’s voice was soft, as always, the ever-so-slight accent only helping it be soft. “If I walk out, you’ll run away and try and withdraw yourself. Any healthy relationship is going to have issues, but if you don’t talk them out, it can end the relationship.”

“I just want you to talk to me about your problems,” Annie whispered, piggybacking off of Carla’s words.

“Who told you I have problems? I don’t have any fucking problems!” Panic was setting in. What if she knew? What if someone told her? The only other person who would know is Levi, but he didn’t think Levi would kiss and tell.

Carla glared down her son, “Mira tu idioma, Eren!” Watch your language!

“Mikasa and I were talking about it-”

Eren scoffed, crossing his arms tighter. So she was just paranoid. He was fine.  “You gonna believe everything Mikasa says? Mikasa doesn’t know shit . What, if she told you I jumped off a bridge would you go looking? I mean, hell , Annie, just because she’s my sister doesn’t mean I tell her everything.”

“Deja de faltarle el respeto antes de que te golpee el culo, hijo.” Carla’s voice was strained, a threat, and Eren stood up. You stop disrespecting her before I beat your ass, son.

“No me voy a sentar aquí y ser acusada de mierda cuando solo es un estúpido drama que está agitando!” I'm not going to sit here and be accused of shit when it's just stupid drama she’s stirring up!  "This is bullshit!"

With that, Eren turned around, stomping up the stairs, and leaving a confused Annie, and an almost fuming Carla. “Miss Yeager?”

“I’m sorry,” Carla told her, her voice back to the gentle tone it was known for. “I know American teenagers are different from Mexican ones, but I see him act like that and realize in Mexico, he’d have hell to pay. It was hard enough trying to explain to my mother not to smack him with a chancla for just speaking out of turn.” She looked at Annie, a small smile on her face. “He’s just like his father, you know? I had to basically beat it into Grisha’s head that he needs to talk about issues.”

Annie looked at the woman she hoped would become her mother-in-law one day, and nodded. “Hopefully I can get it through Eren’s head.”

Carla smiled, and gave her a short hug. “You can, he’s just as stubborn as an ass. He’d have gotten that from me.”

As they sat there, they heard Eren stomp around his room, before a loud scream and the sound of something breaking. Then, Mikasa’s faint, clearly tired voice.

“Can you go destroy a wall at someone else’s house?”

And then they heard another dull thud, and the sound of Eren’s bed shaking as he flung himself on it. Carla rolled her eyes, and stood up to walk up the stairs. “Mijo, será mejor que lo quites!” Son, you better knock that off !

Annie took out her phone, seeing a text from Mikasa. ‘ He punched a hole in his wall. You’re dating a fourteen year old boy named Kyle, sorry.

Damn. That explains that whole fucking lot, tbh.

Tell me about it . And then, almost as quickly. ' Don't actually. I can go the rest of my life without hearing about Eren's sex life.'

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Grisha stood at the door, talking to Carla outside his son’s room. “What do you think is going on with him?” He crossed his arms, clearly concerned. “I don’t want him messing up with Annie. She’s the best he’s probably going to end up getting with all that anger.”

    Carla shrugged, mirroring her husband’s stance. “It’s about to his senior year, mi amor. You’ve put all that stress on him to get scholarships, he’s probably freaking out. You know being stressed makes his anger worse.”

    “Maybe we should put him in therapy.” Grisha looked towards the door, and then back to Carla. “Do you think he’s listening?”

    She nodded. “He always is. You should go talk to him, Grisha.”

 

    Eren was sitting on his bed, trying to ignore the hole he punched in his wall earlier. Instead, he was texting Levi, tapping at the keyboard while his earbuds blasted music in his ears.

    You were right, this playlist is pretty good .’ Eren tapped out, watching as the ever-familiar three white dots popped up.

    See? I know my shit, Yeager .’ The white dots kept going, and another message from Levi came up. ‘ So, wanna tell me the story behind what happened today ?’

    He rolled his eyes, and began typing out his explanation. ‘ My Mom and Annie cornered me trying to get them to tell me what was wrong. Like I can really tell them. I just told them it was bullshit and to leave it, but they didn’t so yeah, hole in my wall.

    Damn, your hand alright?

    Eren took a quick picture, showing the one cut knuckle he had. ‘ Mostly .’

    Before he could see Levi’s reply, Eren’s door flew open, and Eren quickly turned his phone screen off. He turned around to see his Dad, and Eren forced a smile. “Hey, Dad.”

    Grisha looked at Eren’s wall, seeing the hole in it. “Did you do that?”

    “Yes sir, sorry. My anger got the best of me.” Eren was quick to explain, and he sat up. “What do you need?”

    “I just want to talk to you, Eren. About what happened today.” Grisha walked over to his son, sitting on the bed next to him as Eren put his phone in his pocket. “Are you alright?”

    Eren forced a smile. “I’m always alright, Dad. Just a bit worried about senior year.” He paused for a second. “I guess I’m a little stressed about college.”

    “I never meant to stress you out, son. I just want you to do good. Your mother and I, we didn’t get the same privileges you do now. We grew up in poor families and barely managed to scrape together the money to come here, to America. Sometimes I forget you don’t have to work as hard as we did to succeed here.” Grisha looked in Eren’s eyes as he spoke, and placed a strong hand on his shoulder. “I love you, kid.”

    “I… I love you too, Dad.”

    With that, Grisha hugged his son tightly, and Eren felt hot tears rising in his eyes. Grisha stood up, walking to the door, and looking back at Eren one last time. “...I’m proud of you, Eren.”

 

    Mikasa had been asleep when a few knocks roused her. She was going to turn back around and ignore them, but they came again, slightly stronger this time. “...Mikasa?” It was a small, broken voice, and Mikasa recognized it instantly. She walked to the door, opening it, seeing Eren standing on the other side, his eyes shining with tears. She quickly leaned against the doorframe, looking at him in shock. Eren never cried. Not like this.

    “I… I need to talk to you, Mik,” Eren whispered, his voice warbled from the tears. He walked into her room, sitting on her bed, and wiping at his eyes.

    “Eren? What’s wrong?” She pushed the door closed, sitting next to him, watching as he rubbed at his face. She gently moved his hand, looking at the boy she had been raised beside since she was eight. “Eren?”

    He broke down again, and his forehead was placed in her shoulder, and she could feel how he screwed his face up to cry. “I’m a freak. I’m… I’m not normal.”

    She pulled him up, placing her hands on his shoulders. “What’s wrong? You need to tell me. I’m not going to judge you.”

    A broken hiccup came from Eren, and he opened his eyes, and the normally bright, vibrant green was dulled and darkened by tears. “I’m gay.” The first time he said it, it was breathless, broken by his raw throat. “I’m gay, Mikasa.” This time was stronger, but still barely above a broken, tear-filled whisper. 

    Mikasa watched as more tears started welling in his eyes, and she looked at him for a second, her eyes wide, and then wrapped her arms around his shoulders, placing herself in his lap and feeling the way his chest heaved as he buried his face into the crook of her shoulder. She bunched a hand in his shirt, bringing him closer and closing her eyes. “I love you.” Her voice was quiet, filled with shock, but she brought him even closer. “I don’t care who you fuck. I love you . You’re my brother.”

    Eren wrapped his own arm around her, broken sobs coming from his throat. “I’m… I’m a freak. I can’t do it, Mikasa, I can’t.”

    She pulled the slightest bit away, pulling hair from his face and wiping tears from just under his eyes. “You can. You’re just scared, Eren. Anybody would get scared. I love you.”

    “I love you too,” Eren whispered, and Mikasa placed her forehead against his, looking at him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you have to have a brother like this. I’m sorry I can’t be normal. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done and how I’m awful and how Annie doesn’t deserve to deal with this…”

    “I don’t care about any of that right now.” Mikasa told him, her voice stern. “Forget about all of that. It doesn’t matter. It just doesn’t. What matters is that you just told me something you’ve been bottling up for years. All that matters right now is you , Eren.”

    Eren just wrapped his arms around Mikasa again, breaking down again.

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Eren stood in the store, watching as his mom looked at the measurements of various shirt sizes. “Mami, I don’t need new clothes. Everything fits me.”

    Carla rolled her eyes. “Then why do you go shirtless all the time at home? Or how about the fact you have about five pairs of underwear in total?”

    “Five for each day of the week, commando on weekends and summer. I don’t see the problem.”

    “Mijo, It’s gross. That’s the problem,” Carla answered, throwing the pack of shirts into the shopping cart. “Do you want plaid underwear or plain colors?”

    Eren stood there for a second, staring at his mom. “...Plain colors.” A few more words were stuck at the back of his throat. They were alone. He could tell her, he could tell her and up his people who know to three. Instead, he watched as his Dad started walking back, and bit his tongue.

 

    “I really don’t want to have to go to school soon, to be honest. I know it’s senior year but it’s the worst,” Eren whined, speaking into his phone, “All the stress about college.”

    Yeah, I get it. My senior year was tough because I broke up with my high school boyfriend and everybody started calling me a fag. ” Levi replied, and then trailed back. “ Not saying yours is gonna be like that if you leave Annie.

    Eren perked up, his voice excited. “Did I tell you?”

    Levi’s voice came back, cool and collected. “ Tell me what?

    “I told Mikasa. About three weeks ago. She was really supportive.” Eren had a prideful grin as he spoke. “It felt nice. Like a weight off my chest.”

    He could hear Levi’s smile. “ That’s good, man. Wish I could have known but broke my phone and didn’t want to bog Kenny’s down.

    “Hell yeah, it’s good,” Eren said with a grin, “I just gotta hope she doesn’t tell anyone. I don’t think she would, though. I’m glad you got a new phone.”

    You and me both. Hey, do you have anything to do tomorrow?

    “Football practice. It’s mandatory, so if I skip I can’t play all of the games, and you never know when a scout’s there.” Eren’s voice was low, and he lowered it even more. “To be honest, I hate football. Changing in the locker room is hell, and I have to think of my abuela to keep from getting hard.”

    Levi laughed, and it sounded like honey. “ That’s why I never did sports. I was a theater kid with Isabel.

    “I remember that! People thought you two were dating until you got with what’s his face.”

    Samuel, the kid who kind of looks like Marco. His dick was small.

    Eren snorted. “You probably have a different definition of small than other people, just look at your lip tattoo.” Eren paused a second, and looked up at his ceiling. “Practice would suck. What if something happens and they say shit because I’m not with Annie all the time? I play with her brothers.”

    Kick their asses if they say something about you. You probably could .”

    He shrugged. “I’m one of the shortest guys on the team. I mean, I’m about 5’10”, but football is dominated by people over six foot. They have height over me.”

    Levi scoffed. “ Height doesn’t matter if you surprise them and you’re strong enough. Trust me, I had to learn to fight senior year .” Eren could hear Levi shifting in bed. “ Besides, I bet you’re packing a lot of muscle.

    “I’m a modest man. I don’t think I’ve got too much, but maybe it’s just because I’m me.” Eren rubbed absentmindedly at his stomach, and started talking again. “Wanna see?”

    I’m always down for some abs.

    Eren was quick to pull his shirt off and chuck it across the room, and even quicker to take the picture on Snapchat and send it Levi’s way. He also took care to grab his earbuds, turning them on and letting them connect before switching the call audio to that. He could then hear Levi’s muffled voice, clearly looking at the picture. “ Holy shit .”

    “What’s the verdict, Vi?”

    That you’re hot. You should have had your realization a few years earlier, would’ve snatched you up quick. ” Eren felt his blood pounding, and Levi said something else. “ Even Samuel wasn’t that ripped.

    He made a snorting scoff. “I can guarantee you I’m better than Samuel in every way, he was fucking annoying.”

    Levi sat there for a second, and replied. “ Depends, he was pretty good at sex. Even though his dick was small, he was a switch, so I didn’t always have to deal with being on bottom .” He heard something rustling, and then Levi’s voice. “ What about you? Top or bottom?

    Eren took a second to think. “...Top. Even when I fantasize, I’m always on top.” Levi made a thoughtful hum at that, and Eren’s eyebrows knitted together. “What?”

    Nothing. What kind of top are you?

    “What do you mean?”

    Are you rough?”

    That was the game Levi was playing. Luckily for him, Eren was into it. “Yeah. Very rough.” He placed his hand just under the waistband of his sweats, and he started talking again. “Whenever I think about doing things, my bottom’s always begging. Callin’ me sir.”

    Levi was silent for a second, but his reply made a shiver run down Eren’s spine. “ What else do you think about, sir?

    “A, uh… a lot of things.”

    You wanna do this? Because if you do, I’m kinkier than you think. Everything short of piss, blood, shit, and puke goes. And call me whatever you want .” He didn’t hear a reply, and asked again. “ Eren? You okay?

    Eren’s voice was low and husky when he replied. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk.” He already had a hand on his dick, stroking absentmindedly. “Gonna be feeling me for a week.”

    He could almost hear the cheshire grin on Levi’s face as he replied. “ Just gonna fuck me? ” At the end of the sentence, Levi’s breath hitched.

    “No,” Eren whispered, “Gotta beg for it first. I’ll…” He took a second, taking a deep breath and getting his heart rate under control. “I’ll blow you first.”

    I’ll hold you to that. ” Levi’s voice was husky, and Eren could tell exactly what he was doing, as if the faint sound of something wet moving wasn’t enough of a tell. “ Wanna tell me how you’d fuck me, Yeager?

    Eren scoffed. “If you stop being a little shit.” He wasn’t going to make it to the end of this. This was too much for his deprived brain.

    Yes sir .”

    A muffled groan came from Eren, and he could almost hear the grin on Levi’s face. “I think I’d go just basic missionary. I’d get close, though. I like being scratched up.” That much was true. It was one of the few times he could keep it up with Annie when she scratched the hell out of him. “Jerk you off while I fuck.”

    He could hear a low, deep moan from Levi’s throat. “ What if I cum?

    “I’m gonna keep going until I get what I want.” Levi was vocal, Eren noticed. “What are you doing, Vi?”

    Jackin’ off. Riding a dildo, too. ” Levi was panting, and Eren felt like he was close. “ You’re good at this.

    Eren kept at stroking himself, with no rhythm or anything behind it, just sheer desperation. “Done it before, just not with a guy.” He adjusted himself, shifting slightly upwards on his bed. “I’m gonna cum in you. Make you sit there so I can watch it leak out, maybe I’ll have a taste.”

    Oh, shit… Eren… ” Something about listening to Levi say his name sent him to the very edge.

    “I’m gonna cum,” Eren warned, his voice breathless and panting. “Levi, I’m gonna cum.”

    Levi’s voice rose in pitch, with a moan being strangled out by the silence of pure bliss. “ Yeah… yeah, fuck… ” He heard Levi’s voice falter, and then groans. Eren started stroking faster, unable to even slightly focus on a rhythm.

    “Joder, Joder! Levi, joder… fuck! Oh, god, fuck…” His voice trailed off as cum painted his stomach, even up to his chest, and he let out a breathless laugh as he felt it start to cool. “Shit, man.”

    I think… I think I need to sleep. ” Levi whispered, his voice shaky. “ Fuck, Eren. You didn’t tell me you’d be good at this.

    Eren just laid there, his head back against his headboard. “I didn’t know that jerking off could be that good.” He could hear as Levi shifted off his bed, and Eren smiled. “I’m really tired now.”

    You and me both. I’m gonna head to sleep once I get cleaned up, so… can I hang up so I can clean the lube off my ass?

    “Yeah. Night, dude.” Dude? He felt like banging his head against the wall. Dude is something acceptable to call a friend, not someone he just had phone sex with.

    Night .” He heard Levi’s phone click off, and Eren stood up, taking care to not stain his sweats with cum, and picked up his discarded shirt. He just wiped the cum off, before throwing the shirt in his hamper, and flopping on his bed, trying to forget the fact he just cheated on his girlfriend.

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At seven in the morning, a tired Grisha walked down the stairs, trying to figure out who in the hell would be knocking that early over summer vacation. The only explanation in his mind was that it had to be Jehovah’s Witnesses or something of that persuasion. He opened the door, and before even looking at the person on the other side, began talking. “I’m sorry but we’re not...” He looked down, and realized he was face to face with an angsty teenager. “...interested. Who are you, son?”

    “A friend of Eren’s,” Levi answered, crossing his arms, “I’m taking him to football practice.”

    Grisha blinked, staring at the boy on his porch. “Are you related to Kenny Ackerman?”

    Levi nodded. “That’s my Uncle. I’m Levi, the kid he raised.” Levi adjusted his stance, raising an eyebrow. “Should I just wait out here, or…”

    “Uhm, no. No, come in.” Grisha stepped aside, allowing Eren’s apparent friend to walk in. The first thing he noticed was the way the kid dressed, looking like a wild delinquent. Piercings, even a tongue one, with a tattoo curled around his bicep. His jeans were too tight for Grisha to think they could be comfortable, and he noticed the painted nails as Levi took out his phone. “I’ll go get Eren, he should be ready soon.”

 

    Eren managed to throw his door open at the first knock, looking at his Dad. "I'm dressed, I won't be late-"

    "Your… friend is here to pick you up. Luke? Lee?" Grisha's disapproving tone was evident. "I didn't know you were friends with… that type."

    Levi . "What do you mean by that type?” Eren made sure to pull his shirt fully down, and scratched at his back. “He’s related to Mik-”

    “You know what I mean, Eren. You’re not stupid.” Grisha pinched at the bridge of his nose, and then looked at his son. “I don’t care who you hang out with when you and Mikasa go places. I just don’t want those types of people in my house.”

    He raised an eyebrow. “Asians? Because I hate to say it Dad, but…”

    “Just go and get that homosexual out of my house, Eren. You can be friends with whoever you like but I don’t want those in my house.” Grisha's voice was low, barely above a harsh whisper, but it felt like he might as well have yelled it in Eren's ear.

    Eren’s eyes widened, and he nodded slowly. “Yes sir.” He was careful as he grabbed his bag, shoving past Grisha and stomping down the stairs. Grisha watched his son, before taking a quick peek into Eren’s room, and closing the door. 

 

    “How’d you find out where I live?” Eren was walking to Levi’s car, noting he drove a relatively nice car.

    Levi looked at him, raising an eyebrow and opening the driver’s door. “I texted Mikasa and asked.” He slid into the seat, watching as Eren did the same thing. “Your dad has a massive stick up his ass.”

    Eren scoffed, putting his bag in the floorboard. “That’s one way to say it.” He put on his seatbelt, watching as Levi did the same. “A Mercedes?”

    “Kenny bought it for me,” Levi answered, sliding on his sunglasses and putting the keys in the ignition. “Want some food? I’m going to Chick-Fil-A.” He watched as Eren started getting his wallet out, and looked up at him. “Put your wallet up, I’ll pay.”

    Levi started backing out of the driveway, his hand on the back of Eren’s seat, looking back carefully. Eren could feel something stirring, but he didn’t have time for this before football practice. “You sure? I eat a lot.”

    “Place your order and I’ll tell you how much to pay me back, alright, Yeager?” Levi’s eyes were on the road ahead of them as he spoke, and he picked up his phone and tossed it to Eren. “Go on my spotify and play my favorites, will you? It’s bluetooth.”

    “Password?”

    Eren watched as Levi rubbed at his brow. “Shit, uh… three-seven-three-six.” Levi kept his eyes steadily on the road, ignoring the sound of Eren tapping on the keys of his phone. “Any texts?”

    “Isabel. She says something wildly inappropriate about Farlan… that they did on your bed.” Eren pressed the home button, leaving the notification alone for Levi to deal with later, and tapping on spotify. He quickly found Levi’s favorites, and a few bands on the preview caught his eye. “My Chemical Romance? Can I-”

    Levi turned to look at him. “Play the fucking music.” As he said that, a song flared up on his radio, and he reached for the volume knob, cranking it up.

    “Does it have to be so loud?”

    As if to spite him, Levi turned it further. “Yeah!” He had to shout to be heard over the song playing, but Eren just placed his elbow against the window, smiling and covering it with his hand. “Having fun yet?” His voice was loud, and Eren shook his head, trying to suppress a laugh.

 

    As they pulled into the near empty Chick-Fil-A, Levi started turning down the music, and Eren blinked. “Really? They got a fifty on a health inspection once.”

    “I live my life on the edge,” Levi answered, and then, more honestly, “If I went to the other one it would be another ten miles. I don’t feel like driving that.” He pulled into the drive-thru, right up to the speaker.

    Welcome to Chick-Fil-A! What can I get for you today? ” The voice flared to life, and Levi adjusted himself in his seat, leaning closer.

    “Yeah, can I get a four-count chicken mini and two orders of hashbrowns? And some honey and polynesian sauce?” Levi sat in thought for a second, and added on. “And a large coke.”

    The speaker flared back. “ Of course, sir. Will that be all?

    Levi hit Eren in the shoulder, and Eren leaned forward. “Um, three chicken biscuits with two four-count chicken minis and four hashbrown orders. And a large Dr. Pepper.”

    As the price was read out, Levi turned around to Eren, looking at him in horror. “That much fucking food? Don’t you have football practice soon? You’re gonna puke on the field.”

    “Need to carb-load. How much do I owe you?” Eren was already reaching for his wallet, and Levi shook his head. “Let me pay for my own food, this isn’t a date. Is it?”

    Levi shrugged as he pulled around, pulling out his debit card. “Nah. Besides, you’ve got that girlfriend and all. And you’re ‘not gay’, remember?” He didn’t get a wisecrack from Eren, and his face fell. “I’m just messing around, Eren.”

    “I know,” Eren still had a smile on his face. “And Annie can suck my dick.” He watched as Levi pulled a face, and Eren quickly corrected himself. “Not actually. Like, figuratively and shit. What’s it called, a meta…”

    “A metaphor,” Levi said as he handed his debit card to the guy, watching as it was swiped and then as the receipt was printed out. The man at the register quickly ripped the receipt and handed it, along with the card, back to Levi. “Thanks.” As he pulled up to the window, Levi looked at Eren. “Do you really not know what a metaphor is?”

    “I forgot the word. I don’t pay much attention in classes.” Eren shifted, and pulled out his phone. “Don’t have to when Coach Smith makes your grades go up randomly.”

    Levi turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Erwin Smith?”

    “Uh… yeah. How’d you know?”

    “Because about a month and a half ago I had his dick up my ass. Fuckin’ figures he’d be your coach.” Levi was agitated. Now, he couldn’t go to Eren’s games without having to see Erwin’s dumbass. “Thank you.” He took the drinks, nodding as the worker informed him which one was which. He handed Eren his, and then put his own in the cupholder. The bags got shoved through next, and those got situated in Eren’s lap. “Time to take you to practice. We’ll get there early so we can eat on the bleachers.”

 

    “It’s Yeager!” Was the first thing Levi heard as Eren climbed out of the car, putting his arm in the air. He heard the tired, annoying laughs of football players, most of whom were presumably high out of their minds.

    Levi could almost see the transformation of Eren from the person he knew to dumb, football jock. “Kirstein, where’s my motherfuckin’ money?”

    “You get it when I get a turn on Annie!!” And then, from the same voice. “Ow! Fuck, man!”

    Eren laughed, and then motioned for Levi to get out of the car with him. “Is Smith here yet?”

    “Just us, bring that food over.”

    “Nah, man this is all mine. My sister’s cousin paid for it and everything. Come on, Vi. Let’s eat.”

 

    Levi barely recognized anyone on the team. He listened as Eren said names, but they didn’t have any meaning. He couldn’t tell which one was Connie and which one was Jean, he assumed the blond was Reiner, but the other one he couldn’t remember, but he reminded him of a giraffe, too long for his own good.

    “Didn’t you graduate last year?” Jean asked, and Levi nodded, putting some honey on his chicken mini. “You hung out with Isabella or whatever?”

    “Isabel,” Levi corrected, before taking a bite of his food. “And Farlan.”

    Jean grinned. “Isabel. Yeah, she’s hot as hell. What’s she up to now? She dropped out.”

    “Getting her GED and working.” Levi was clearly disgusted, and Jean reacted. Connie spoke up next.

    “What, you’re trying to say you didn’t fuck that? She was all over you!”

    Eren cast a pointed glare, unable to say much through the chicken biscuit he was currently stuffing in his face. Connie, a man of reading the room, nodded and turned around to talk to Reiner. Jean, however, was not like Connie. He looked at Levi, and before he could continue, they heard the sound of Erwin’s voice.

    “Finish eating and get on the field! Warm-ups, let’s go!” And then the bleachers shaking, as the various teenage boys turned around and yelled some variation of Coach. “Yeager, either shove it all down your throat or save it! Get a move on, boys- Levi?”

    Levi turned around, his hashbrown box in hand. “Hi…”

 

    Erwin leaned against the fence, looking Levi up and down. “You gonna stay here the whole time?”

    “I’m… I’m Eren’s ride, so yeah,” Levi answered, sitting on the front bleacher. “I didn’t know you were his coach. Wouldn’t have fuckin’ come here if I did.”

    He watched as Erwin’s face contorted. “Did you really mean it?” Levi didn’t answer as he leaned down to light a cigarette hanging between his lips, and Erwin kicked his feet a bit. “Levi, I know you heard me.”

    Levi inhaled deeply, and looked up at Erwin. “You want to fuck in the locker room or not?” Smoke curled out of his mouth and nose as he spoke, ignoring the way Eren, who was closest to the fence, turned around in near shock. He cast a small smile in Eren’s direction, and stood up, walking in the direction of the locker room.

 

    “Can I talk to you?” Annie grabbed Eren’s wrist, keeping him from getting into Levi’s car. “In private.”

    Eren raised an eyebrow, looking at her. “Why? Last time we talked, my mom beat my ass with a chancla after you left.” Eren went to reach for the car door, and he heard her say something. “What?”

    Annie looked at him, desperate. “Please, Eren. Behind the locker room.”

 

    “What’s going on with you?” Annie’s voice was concerned as she leaned down to look into Eren’s eyes, trying to get him to look at her instead of the ground. “Eren, talk to me!”

    Eren rubbed at his neck, and looked at her. “Nothing is going on with me. I just want to graduate. I’m focusing entirely on that.”

    Annie scoffed. “Yeah, and neglecting me.”

    “I’m sorry that getting out of high school and going to a good college is a bit more important to me right now than my relationship. There is no guarantee that this is going to last forever,” Eren whispered, “But the college I get to determines my god damn future for however long I’m alive.”

    He watched as she stood there, crossing her arms. “Give me your phone.”

    “What?” Eren seemed offended at the very idea. “The fuck do you want my phone for, Annie?”

    “To see who the other bitch is!” Annie’s voice was loud and carried, and Eren watched as some of the guys turned in their direction. He placed his hand over her mouth, and the other on the back of her hand, shushing her.

    “There is no other bitch,” Eren whispered, trying to get the attention off of them. “There is nothing going on with me. You’re just being paranoid.”

    He let her go, and she stumbled back, fixing her hair quickly. “Then are you gay or something?”

    “I am not… I am not a faggot .” The silence between them was deafening, and even the world seemed to still. He ignored the low groans coming from inside the locker room, and instead took a step towards Annie, looking her in the eyes. “I am not gay .”

    “Then fucking prove it!” Annie shoved Eren back, rage blinding her. “I am motherfucking tired of being second to a goddamn piece of paper! If you’re not gay, if there’s no other bitch, just fucking end it, Eren Yeager!”

    Eren stared at her, and then grabbed the sides of her face, forcing himself to kiss her. It shut her up as she stilled into the kiss. He pulled away, looking at her. “Come to my house tomorrow. I’ll prove it to you.”

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Annie stood on Eren’s front porch, the warm July air hitting every bit of skin she had available. She wouldn’t normally dress like this, but Eren promised her a special occasion. She smiled as she heard footsteps, and then the door opened to reveal a well-dressed Grisha Yeager.

“Hey, Mr. Yeager. Eren told you I was coming over, right?”

Grisha eyed her, and nodded. “Are you sure we can leave you two alone?” He was clearly worried, and Annie nodded quickly.

“Yes sir. This is just all I had clean, short of having to wear my brothers’ clothes.” Annie was honest, he figured. “That would’ve been worse, considering how they wear nothing but wife beaters and gym shorts.”

The eldest Yeager nodded again, and side stepped to let Annie walk in. “You two please behave, alright? Carla and I don’t want to have to come home just because of teenagers being stupid.”

Eren spoke up from the living room. “We get it, Dad! Just gonna watch a movie with Mik and then go hang out.”

With that, Grisha walked outside, and Annie in. Annie watched as Carla grabbed her purse, walking past the couch and grabbing Eren to press a kiss to his forehead, and then running out after her husband. The door closed, and Annie leaned over the couch, taking special care to put her chest right next to Eren’s face.

“So, you remember what you promised?” Her voice had a teasing lilt to it, and Eren could feel his throat tighten and his heart skip a beat out of sheer panic.

He turned around, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes on his face. “How could I forget?” He made a careful point to ignore her breasts, he couldn’t lose his nerve. He stood up from the couch, walking around and grabbing her wrist, pulling her up the stairs, towards his room.

 

“So, what are you gonna do, Yeager?” Annie’s voice was husky, and if Eren had been straight, it would have driven him wild. Unfortunately, he wasn’t. He instead bit his tongue, looking at her up and down. How was he going to do this? He should’ve just come clean.

Eren placed a hand on her thigh, spreading her legs enough for him to situate himself between them and pulled her on his lap. “It’s ‘sir’ tonight.”

Annie looked at him, placing her hands on his shoulders and raising her eyebrows. “That’s new.” A small smile spread across her face. “I think I like it, though. What caused that, huh?”

He shrugged, looking slightly up to meet her eyes. “Saw it in porn. Thought it might be nice.”

She smiled wider. “Well, whatever you want, sir.”

That, that he could deal with. Her voice was still too high, but it was enough for Eren to pretend it was a slightly feminine man. He placed his hands on her hips, and, almost experimentally, pressed her against his crotch and rolled his hips. Even through clothes, the action felt good. It would always feel good, no matter what sex he did it with, because it was just friction. “You’re going to be feeling me for a week.”

“Big words.”

“Stop being a brat,” Eren hissed, rolling his hips up sharply, listening to the shocked gasp. He could almost hear it coming from someone else’s throat. He had heard it, when he arguing with Annie. He’d rather be the cause of Levi’s broken, hazy gasps, but for now, he would have to practice. “Or I’m gonna make you regret it.”

She put her forehead against Eren’s, looking into his eyes. “I like this new Eren.”

He grinned. “Get used to it.” In his mind, he had a certain Ackerman on his lap, and that’s what he thought of when he slipped his hand in the back of Annie’s shorts, kneading on her ass. She grinned, moving up and grinding on Eren.

 

“Kenny.” Levi put his phone down, looking at his uncle. The elder Ackerman paused, still holding the subway sub in his hand as he looked at Levi. “I need advice.”

Kenny finished chewing, and put the sandwich back on his plate. “You need more than two cinderblocks to effectively hide a body in a lake, kiddo.”

Levi pinched at the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes. “Not that kind of advice.” He reached for his drink, grabbing the cup by its top, the straw poking out between his fingers. “How many bodies have you put at the bottom of a lake to need to know that?”

That , is on a need-to-know basis, and you are not on the list of people who need to know.” Kenny placed his arm on the table, mirroring his nephew’s stance. “Jokes aside, what advice do you need? I’m sure I’ve got it.”

He watched as Levi took a sip of his drink, and put the cup back down. “I like a boy. I really like him.”

“Wow, I am absolutely shocked, kid. I never took you for the type, I thought the lip tattoo got you all the girls,” Kenny teased, “Tell me about said boy.”

“Well, he’s having trouble coming to terms with being gay. And I thought I could help him but now I think I like him. A lot. And he kissed me. And I saw Erwin again... but he has a girlfriend still, because he’s scared to come out, because his dad hates gays.”

Kenny nodded wisely. “The only solution is to put the dad and maybe even the girlfriend in the bottom of a lake and run off with your beau... Wait, you saw Erwin again?”

“I thought you said no more jokes.” Levi looked away, and then took another sip of his drink. "Erwin doesn't matter in this conversation. That's a different conversation entirely that you don't want to hear about."

“I... see. And what made you think that was a joke?” Kenny’s eyes betrayed his honesty, and he sighed. “Levi, people with that kind of hatred don’t just get over it. Even if it’s their son, or even their daughter. They stew on it. They don’t see being gay as normal, they think their kid is doing it to rebel or they need to fix them.”

Levi messed with a piece of lettuce on his plate. “How do you know he won’t change?”

“Because Grisha Yeager is a stubborn asshole,” Kenny answered, looking at Levi’s shock. “I’m not stupid. Eren’s been coming around a lot, and I can hear you and Isabel talking when she’s over here. I know you want to believe people change, but they don’t.”

“You changed. When Mom left.” Levi was looking at him, daring him to challenge him. “You dropped just about everything you did when she left me with you.”

Kenny nodded. “I did. But it wasn’t instant. I still slung drugs, I still did all my old shit, for a long time. It wasn’t until your case worker said you’d have to go into foster care that I decided to clean my act up. Man, I had heroin in the house until you were thirteen. See what I mean, kid? People don’t change. When they do, it takes years. Grisha isn't going to magically come around about hating gay people just because his son likes dick. If he does, it'll take time. Time is something Grisha doesn't have a lot of.”

Levi looked at his Uncle, and nodded, grabbing his sandwich and taking a bite.

 

“Fuck!” Annie was on her stomach, ass in the air for Eren’s ease of access. He had a hand rested between her shoulder blades, holding her down as he fucked her. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe he was actually able to do this. He didn’t have to look at her, and her skin was the right kind of pale for purposes of his imagination. He wondered if Levi had a tattoo somewhere on his back. “Eren!”

Her voice was too high-pitched. It snapped him out of his haze and he looked down, realizing what the hell he was actually doing. A sick feeling rose in his throat, and panic gripped him. He tried to keep going, and then he quickly pulled out, pulling his pants up and making a beeline for the bathroom. Annie barely had time to figure out what happened before he started retching. She swore to herself, before grabbing a random pair of gym shorts and putting them on, following him into the bathroom to see him kneeled over the toilet, his face painfully pale. “Are you okay?” She quickly walked to his side, pulling his hair back. “Eren?”

Eren took a deep breath, and put his cheek on the cold porcelain of the toilet seat. “I’m fine. I think I caught a stomach bug or something.” He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the real reason. “I’m going to lay down.” He stood up shakily, and Annie quickly steadied him. “Thanks.”

With that, he hobbled towards the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

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Eren grabbed his phone, wiping at his face and trying to ignore the shitshow that just happened. Annie left shortly after, saying she didn’t want to get sick, but he had to hope she didn’t have any idea of what it really was. He pulled up his conversation with Levi, and carefully typed out a text.

    I can’t do it.

    The reply was fast as always. He was starting to think Levi didn’t do anything other than text. ‘ Can’t do what?

    He wiped at his face. ‘ It’s embarrassing. You’ll think I’m a loser.

    I already think you’re a loser. What happened?

    He was already dreading the reaction as he typed out his response. ‘ You know how sometimes, when you get really nervous your stomach gets upset.

    Yeah. Dude, you’re being really cryptic.

    Eren didn’t want to look as he typed. ‘ Okay, so. Long story short I fucked Annie, didn’t finish, and puked because I fucked a girl.’

    Levi’s response came quickly. ‘ Wowww… that’s… certainly a story.

    See what I mean? I think I’ve finally come to the realization that I can’t be with a girl. ’ Eren felt like crawling into a hole and dying. ‘ So now I have to figure out how to deal with this.

      The reply came back. ‘ Come over to my place this weekend then. School starts soon, yeah? August second?

 

    “Aww, is your boyfriend coming over?” Isabel leaned over Levi, a small grin on her face. “Is that why I have to go home?”

      Levi scoffed, putting his phone in his pocket. “No, it’s because you’re fucking annoying." He crossed his arms. "And he's not my boyfriend."

    Isabel rolled her eyes. "Could've fooled me. You're all over him! What happened to taking a break after Erwin?"

    "I did take a break after Erwin."

    "A few weeks doesn't count! And you were talking about him being cute the day you got home from leaving Erwin. And then you had relations." Isabel patted her best friend's head, smoothing some stray hairs. "Just admit you like him and I'll leave you alone."

    "Am I Bill Clinton now? I got my dick sucked, that's hardly relations." He turned around, and lightly tapped her cheek. "And I'll say something over my dead body, Magnolia. I'll put you in a coffin before I say anything."

    She blinked, and then smiled. "You're blushing!"

    "Because I'm being accused of liking someone. Even if I did anything with him, it'd be strictly dick appointments." Levi turned back around, picking up the remote and flipping through Netflix. "Now scram so your mom doesn't think we kidnapped you."

    "Like she'd care. Tell me how it goes, you angry midget." With that, Isabel turned and walked to the door, a large smile on her face. Levi slumped down, covering his face with a hand, trying to ignore the fact that he was red as a tomato. Maybe Isabel had a point.

 

    Eren stood outside Levi’s front door, trying to decide if he should knock. He had never really felt this nervous, or even excited, about anything, much less going over to someone’s house. Is that what people meant when they talked about getting butterflies in their stomach? He rocked on his heels for a second, and then decided to bite the bullet and knock. He heard shuffling, and then the door flung open, revealing a tired looking Kenny, who had a small grin on his face.

    “This why you wanted me out, kid?” Kenny turned to face inside the house, and Eren could hear Levi fumble around on the couch.

    “You were supposed to be leaving!” Levi walked over to the two, pushing Kenny out of the door and throwing his keys to him. “There you go! Get, goodbye, love you!”

    Kenny laughed, looking at his nephew. “You behave, shithead. I’ll be back tonight.”

    Levi’s face was the slightest bit red when he talked again. “Get!” With that, he fully pushed Kenny out, before pulling Eren in. He then slammed the door, taking a second to breathe. He was fine. Everything was fine. It was just him and Eren now. “So…”

    Eren slowly set his bag on the floor, raising an eyebrow at Levi. “So?” He had a small, awkward smile on his face as he spoke. His heart was in his throat, beating so hard he could feel it in his ears. “What are we going to do?”

 

    “Uh… what do you want to do?” Levi couldn’t think straight. Normally, when he had been alone with Eren, he had some reason to fall back on to protect himself from the awkward thoughts that tried to invade his brain.

    He shrugged, plopping down on the couch. “Watch a movie? Talk about life?” He adjusted his stance. “Actually, how about we just forget about life and watch a movie?”

    “You just want to forget about your life,” Levi supplied, leaning over the back of the couch. “If you don’t have to think about it, it’s not true, right?”

    Eren tapped his foot, and, to Levi’s surprise, nodded. “You probably know all about that, right?” Eren’s voice was low, barely a whisper. “It’s why I’m still with Annie. My Dad just thinks I make friends with the wrong people… he doesn’t think that I’m… that I’m gay.”

    “You’re not happy about being with Annie still, are you?”

    A sad chuckle came from Eren’s throat. “I’m not happy about a lot of things.” He shook his head. “A lot of them are stupid.”

    Levi raised an eyebrow. “Which ones are stupid?”

    “Getting upset every time I see an engagement ring. Annie’s been bugging me about it because we’ve been together for three years. I say it’s stupid to get engaged in high school, she says it’s not because we’ll always be together.” Eren took a small breath before continuing. “Seeing you with Erwin. Hearing it when Annie was talking to me,” He continued, “The idea of somebody else touching you. Even at all… it makes me mad. Like really, punch another hole in the wall, type mad.”

    He moved closer to Eren, his legs crossed on the couch. “Why? Why get so mad when we’re not dating? As far as I know, you have no plans to ever get with me.”

    Eren knitted his eyebrows together, looking up at Levi. “What makes you think that?”

    “Your dad. The fact you’re still with Annie. I mean, what if you being gay is just some phase...”

    “My first cartoon crush was Zuko. From Avatar. I was seven.” Eren’s voice was so, so low and soft. It was a stark contrast to what he had been at football practice. “And here I am, ten years later, with an actual crush on an actual boy.”

    Levi could feel his heart in his throat as he responded. “Which boy, then?”

    “Some asian kid. I don’t think you know him,” Eren started, a small smile on his face, “He lives with his uncle and he’s a total punk ass. He likes to have his nails painted and wear crop tops because it pisses people off. And he doesn’t know how to be gentle when he talks. He comes across as rude a lot.”

    “Sounds like a douchebag.”

    “He can be. But he’s a real softie on the inside, once you get to know him. He’s hot though. Perfect teeth, nice hair, a sharp jaw, not to mention just the right kind of skinny.” Eren moved closer to Levi, though Levi wasn’t sure it was on purpose. “And he’s not a girl.”

    Levi snorted. “Alright, smartass. Say it then.”

    Eren’s face was slightly red, and he didn’t look Levi in the eyes for a good few seconds. “I like you.”

    The words were expected. Actually hearing Eren say it was not. Hearing him say it was very, very not expected. “You… you just think that because I’m the only gay guy you know.”

    “You know there’s more than a few at the school. I could go for one of them.” Eren rubbed at his arm, still refusing to look at Levi. “But I don’t want to. If I’m going to get with a guy, it’s going to be you.”

    Now it was Levi’s turn to suddenly become very interested in the floor. “You just want to fuck me. I’m not stupid.”

    “I mean, that’s a little part of it but I don’t just want to fuck you.” Eren was gaining confidence as he spoke, slowly turning to stare at Levi. “I want to watch dumb movies, and hold hands… and kiss you…”

    Despite himself, Levi laughed the slightest bit. “You don’t mean that.” He turned to look to Eren, expecting the other to admit, but Eren shook his head slowly. “...Your taste in men sucks ass if you want to get with me.”

    “To be fair, I suck in general,” Eren responded, “I keep dragging Annie along, lying to her face, I’m hiding almost everything about myself from my entire family.” Eren quickly changed the topic. “Look, the point is, I like you a lot. Even if my Dad would kill me if he found out I’m here, alone, with you. Even if we’d have to hide it until I could move out. It’s okay if you don’t like me-”

    “I like you, too. A whole lot.” Levi was quick to say it, and then decided this was very awkward and wasn’t something he was used to.

    Eren’s eyes were wide, and he took a deep breath. “Alright. I, uh… I wasn’t expecting that.” He rubbed at the back of his neck, closing his eyes. Levi stared at him, deciding it was cute. That Eren in general was cute. “So, uh, what now?”

    Levi moved forward a bit, and he was basically in Eren’s lap. “Do you want to date? I know you still have Annie, but-”

    “I’d like that.”

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The two stared at each other for a long time. It was Levi who spoke first, breaking a full two minutes of silence with a single, hesitant question.

    “Are we like, boyfriends… or just people who go on dates, or what?” Judging on Eren’s reaction to the question, he hadn’t put much thought into that.

    Eren’s answer was slow, like he was struggling to say the words. “Boyfriends. I want to be boyfriends.”

    Levi nodded, ignoring the blood rushing to his face. “Yeah?”

    A solid nod. “Yeah.” Eren’s face seemed to be filled with relief as he sat back, a small, nervous smile across his face. “So we’re, uh… boyfriends now?” A small laugh accompanied the end of Eren’s questions, and it was the best thing Levi had heard in a long time.

    “Seems like it,” Levi answered, mirroring Eren’s smile. “So, now that that’s out of the way… want to get some food, boyfriend?”

 

    As they pulled in to the sketchy chinese buffet, Eren wore a small smile on his face. “You know, I got food poisoning here once.”

    “You’ve got a weak stomach, then,” Levi answered, switching off the ignition and opening his car door. “Everyone knows sketchy chinese buffets are the best. Those who can’t handle it just succumb to natural selection.”

    “I’m above natural selection.” Eren opened his door, slinking out of the passenger seat of Levi’s car. “Too hot to die.”

    Levi rolled his eyes, locking the car doors. “Yeah, right.”

    Eren cast a glance in Levi’s direction as they walked in the doors. “What, you don’t think I’m hot? I’m offended.”

    “You’re hot alright, but don’t you watch any kind of movie? The hot one always dies first. No such thing as being too hot to die.” Levi held the door open for his boyfriend, not wanting Eren to recognize his ulterior motives for walking behind him. “Common sense, Eren.”

    The pair quickly walked up to the desk, with Levi smiling at the woman sitting there. “Hey, buffet for here? Two people.”

    The woman smiled, before nodding quickly and escorting them to a table. “Plates will be out soon. What can I get you to drink?”

 

    “Holy shit!” Jean strung out the ‘holy’, sounding as if his parents were cousins for a split second. Eren felt like crawling in a hole and dying as he turned to look. “Is that Eren Yeager?”

    Levi scoffed, standing up from the table. “I’m going out for a smoke.” The last thing he wanted to deal with was Jean. He started walking towards the door, pulling his pack of cigarettes out and already hitting the carton against his hand.

    Eren was quick to put on his stereotypical smile. “The one and only. What are you doing here?”

    “What does it look like? I’m hungry, dude.” Jean walked over to the table, putting a hand on it. “Say, alright, I know you’re friends with Gayvaille-”

    “His name is Levi.” Eren’s response came out angry, far angrier than he had meant it to be.

    Jean blinked, and then shook his head. “Yeah, whatever. Listen, does he still hang out with Isabel? Because if he does, I need you to get me Isabel’s number.”

    “She’s dating somebody. You know that, right?”

    He laughed, a sickening grin on his face. “So are you, but that doesn’t stop you from going around with your buttbuddy.”

    “Shut the fuck up,” Eren hissed, “You’re not as funny as you think you are.” He stood up, placing his own hand on the table. Jean blinked in shock, staring into Eren’s eyes, noting the way that Eren was puffing his chest out.

    “Struck a nerve, huh?” Jean’s shocked expression slowly turned into a smug grin, and Eren felt his stomach drop. “You know, I was just fucking around, but now I’m starting to think there might actually be something going on.”

    “You don’t know what you’re talking about. He’s just my friend, but you don’t get to say shit like that.” With that, Eren sat back down, sulking in his seat. “Besides, you act like we don’t know that you and Marco fuck.”

    Now, it was Jean’s turn to be angry. “I’m not fuckin’ gay. You can ask your girlfriend for proof of that!”

    “What are you talking about?” In truth, Eren wasn’t angry. He was more curious than anything, and he saw regret sink into Jean’s face. “What?”

    “Forget it. I didn’t say anything.”

    Eren knitted his eyebrows together, and grabbed Jean’s wrist. “Hey, horseface.” He couldn’t help but let a sordid grin spread across his face as he continued talking, looking up at Jean. “When was it?”

    Jean raised an eyebrow. “Fuck are you talking about? She’s your girl, and you’re my best friend, I wouldn’t…” When he realized he had already backed himself into a corner, he looked down at Eren. “You should be mad at me! Go ahead, tell me how much of a piece of shit I am. She was so upset over you, and I took advantage of it! Tell me you’re mad!”

    “See, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Eren whispered, “I don’t fucking care. Let me guess. She texted you crying, right? Sobbing and pitching a fit because she’s convinced I got with someone else behind her back. And it was probably so long ago, you feel so bad about it. That’s why you stopped talking to her, right?”

    “How can you not care?”

    Eren met his confused expression, and answered, taking careful care to make sure Jean would understand his words. “Because she’s right. I found another bitch.” Eren stood up once more, pulling his wallet out and throwing a five on the table. He didn’t pay attention to Jean calling his name after him, and he pushed out the door, taking a confused Levi by surprise.

    “You done already?” Levi quickly pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, even though it was little more than a butt, and put it out on the brick wall, before throwing it in the nearby trash can. “Thought you’d talk to Jean for a little while longer.”

    “No thanks. I put the tip on the table.” Eren leaned against the wall, grinning at Levi as he spoke. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

 

    Levi watched as Eren messed around with a rubix cube, getting more and more frustrated as he failed to solve it. “I’m gonna peel off the stickers if I don’t manage to get this shit,” He huffed, putting it down on the floor, “You ever solve this?”

    “Yeah. It’s not hard,” Levi answered, leaning over the edge of his bed to pick up the cube. Eren watched, impressed as Levi expertly flipped the pieces, and over the course of the next thirty seconds, matched the colors. He presented the newly solved cube to Eren. “See?”

    “How did you do that?” Eren’s eyes were wide, kind of like a kid seeing something that really interested them.

    He looked on as Eren flipped at the cube again, trying to recreate Levi’s success earlier. However, Levi’s mind was on the restaurant. “Hey.” When Eren gave him a hum of acknowledgement, he continued. “What did you and Jean talk about? I thought I saw you two up in each other’s faces.”

    Eren sighed, putting the cube on the floor and turning around to fully face Levi. “Do you want the long or the short version?”

    “Whichever one you want.”

    With a deep breath, Eren began. “So basically Jean came up trying to get Isabel’s number and then I told him no, she has a boyfriend, and he made a joke about me and you, and I got mad, and then he kind of told me that he and Annie had a thing at one point in the past three years.” Another breath. “And then I told him that was okay because I didn’t care and he asked why I didn’t and I said I found someone else.”

    For a second, Levi just sat there, slightly taken aback at the summary. And then, he squared his shoulders, looking into Eren’s eyes. “You’re fucking stupid. You just made your life a whole lot harder for yourself.”

    “I know, I know.” Eren moved slightly closer to his boyfriend, looking into the cold steel of Levi’s eyes. “But it felt good. To kind of get it off my chest. That I don’t like Annie.”

    Levi looked into those eyes, and sighed. “It probably did feel really good. But now you’re gonna have hell to pay.”

    Eren took his phone out of his pocket, before handing it to Levi. “It’s been going off non-stop, had to put it on silent.”

    “From Annie, Mikasa, and Reiner. You’re in deep shit now.” Levi leaned down more, looking at Eren as he handed the phone back. “But that seems like a problem for when you go back to school. Instead, we can lay in bed and watch dumb videos on YouTube.” With that, he snapped back up on the bed, nestling himself within the sheets.

    “Make room, then!” Eren was smiling as he threw his phone on the nightstand, already climbing onto Levi’s bed.

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Eren walked out of Levi’s room, stumbling into the hallway, finding the lights painfully bright. He wasn’t even hungover, or even high, he was just struggling to keep his eyes open after the sleep he had the night before. He yawned as he rubbed at his eyes, following the noises in the kitchen.

He finally arrived, seeing a blurry, tall figure standing in front of the stove, and a much shorter, and equally as tired as he was, figure sitting at the table.

“Finally awake?” Kenny looked in Eren’s direction, deciding the boy was a damn mess. His hair stuck up every which way, and he wore the absolute bare minimum. “Grumpy’s at the table.”

Levi made a noise of protest, but didn’t raise his head off the table. Eren took the seat closest to Levi, barely noticing the fact it didn’t match the other chair. He leaned back and placed his head against the wall, trying to distract himself from the pull of sleep.

Kenny looked at the pathetic pile of teenager that inhabited his home, and then looked at Levi. "Why's he still here without the others?"

The reply was muffled by sleep and the table that Levi's face was smashed against. "He's my boyfriend now."

"Congratulations. He's the best you've ever done." Kenny had turned back to the stove, messing with the bacon currently cooking in a pan. "Crispy or limp, Eren?"

 

A plate stacked full of food was placed in front of Eren, and it was enough to fully pull him from his sleep. He took a quick note at the assortment on his plate. Bacon, pancakes, sausage, and some eggs filled the space. It smelled amazing, and Eren slowly propped himself up, taking the fork Kenny slid him. “Thank you, sir.”

Kenny grinned as he turned to grab Levi’s plate, setting the plate down in front of his nephew. “You could learn a thing about being polite from him, you know?” Levi slowly started raising up, glaring daggers at his uncle.

Levi took the plate and silverware, before clearing his throat. “Fuck you.”

“No thank you.” Kenny put a small platter of biscuits on the table, alongside with a container of butter. “What do you want to drink?”

“Apple juice.” Levi’s answer was as angry as expected, as he stabbed through some eggs with his fork.

His eyes fell to Eren, who thought for a second. “I’ll take apple juice too.”

 

Eren watched as Levi ate, and he was surprised by the careful, polite way that he put food in his mouth. Kenny’s eyes were settled between the two, flicking back and forth to each of the boys.

“Okay. I’ll bite. When did this happen?” Kenny set his fork down decidedly, looking at Levi for an answer.

Cold steel-blue eyes that mirrored his own met his. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. It’s fucking disgusting.” With that bit of wisdom, he took a sip of juice and went back to eating.

“It… uh, just sort of happened?” Eren was more forthcoming than Levi, but also a thousand times more nervous. “Last afternoon.”

Kenny turned to his precious nephew. “You wanted me out of the house so you can have sex, didn’t you?”

This kind of conversation would never happen in Eren’s house. “Yeah, totally, I’m just a sex maniac, didn’t you know?”

“All teenagers are.” Kenny looked towards Eren, a pleasant smile on his face. “Since you’re one of the few of his boyfriends to be willing to sit down with me, I won’t give you the whole spiel…”

“Oh my, God.” Levi put his head back on the table, but Eren could see the tips of his ears turning red. “Kenny please do not-”

The knowing grin on Kenny’s face told Eren not to worry, but he still found it slightly intimidating. “If you hurt my nephew in any way-”

“Kenny!”

He continued, ignoring Levi’s protests. “You’ll never be seen again. They can’t find a body if there’s nothing left to find. Understand?”

Eren nodded slowly. “I understand.”

 

It was supposed to be a peaceful day, but judging by the frantic knocks that settled on Levi’s door, it was going to be anything but. Levi groaned when he first heard them, throwing his head back and pausing the TV. Eren ducked down, making sure to hide himself on the couch.

Mikasa’s voice filled the house. “Is Eren here? I need to talk to him and his car’s outside.”

“No, it’s just Farlan.” Levi went to close the door, judging by the squeaking of hinges, but then he spoke again. “Ow, fuck, Mik!”

She walked past Levi, and then stood at the end of the couch. Eren could feel the glare settling into his neck, and then she turned to talk to Levi. “What’s that on his neck?”

“It’s a few days old. He hit it on the table.” Levi was rubbing at his arm as he spoke, and glaring angrily at Mikasa. “You couldn’t have asked politely to come in?”

“No,” She said, “Eren Grisha Yeager, you get your ass up and come with me.”

Eren slowly sat up, annoyed at his sister. “Why? School starts tomorrow, you’ll see me then.”

Mikasa adjusted the purse hanging from her arm. “Se trata de Annie.” It’s about Annie .

“No me importa, sea lo que sea.” I don’t care about it, whatever the hell it is .

“It’s about what you told Jean. You didn’t have to say that. She’s a wreck, Eren. Reiner’s not happy either and Annie told me to ask you who.” Mikasa’s gaze turned to Levi, looking down at her cousin. “But I think I have an idea.”

Levi crossed his arms. “Are you just going to yell at us, or what?”

She didn’t meet his eyes, her glare still affixed on Eren. “I want to talk to my brother alone , please.”

“Whatever you have to say to me you can say in front of Levi.” Eren leaned in closer, his annoyance seeping in his face. “Go ahead.”

There was a second of hesitation as Mikasa looked to Levi, and then she walked up to Eren, standing over him. “You have to come clean to Annie. Trying to hide the fact you’re gay is going to blow up in your face.”

“So what, am I just supposed to come to school waving a fucking rainbow flag around?” Eren stood up, mirroring his sister’s stance. “You know what Dad thinks-”

He may have loomed over Mikasa, but it was clear she wasn’t scared as she dropped her purse on the coffee table. “I know that you’re a coward, Eren.”

“Excuse me?”

“You can’t even break up with her. You don’t want to say it to her face because you don’t want to see her reaction. You want to keep pretending everything is perfectly fine, and I am not enabling that anymore,” Mikasa hissed, “Grow the fuck up.” She jabbed her finger into his chest, hitting Levi away with her other arm.

Eren crossed his arms, anger marring his face. “Don’t fucking talk to me like I’m a child.” He smacked her hand away. “You’re not my mom.”

“No, but I’m your sister.” Her voice had a hard edge to it as she spoke. “And I’m not going to watch you act like a clown because you’re too scared to tell your girlfriend you like boys and you’d rather cheat on her.” She turned to Levi, glaring down her cousin too. “And you’re not innocent in this. You knew he was in a relationship.”

Levi scoffed at her. “Yeah, see, Mikasa, here’s the thing about me dating people in relationships. I don’t give a fuck . Especially not when they’re gay men stuck in the closet because of stupid ass parents.”

She chose to ignore him as she turned back to Eren. “You need to talk to Annie. Just tell her you’re gay. She’d understand.”

“You can’t make me talk to her. And I’m not going to. But you can tell her it’s over, since you want to play the mediator so badly.”

“So, that’s it? You don’t even want to tell her yourself? Are you too scared? Worried about what Dad’s gonna say?”

Eren tensed his jaw, and Mikasa continued her rant. “You don’t have the balls to talk to her face to face and tell her what’s been going on? She’s worried fucking sick-”

“She wasn’t worried when she rode Jean’s cock, now was she?”

Her physical reaction came before any words. Eren felt her hand slap his cheek- hard , hard enough where he saw stars for a second. He quickly put a hand over his skin, it rapidly turning a bright, bright red. Mikasa looked horrified at herself, covering her mouth with her own stinging hand. “Eren-”

“Get out,” Eren hissed, his normally bright eyes a painfully dark color. Mikasa stood, frozen in shock of what she had done. “Get her out of here!”