frat boy eren!!!!!! · Y/n story by @mrsbraun

The music was a physical force, a bass-heavy throb that vibrated up through the soles of your shoes and into your sternum. The air was thick with sweat, cheap beer, and the cloying sweetness of spilled punch. Bodies moved in the dim, pulsing light of the Sigma Chi common room, a sea of Greek letters and flushed faces.

Eren Yeager

laughing, too loud, head thrown back —and I told him, if you’re gonna pledge, you gotta be able to handle your shit! None of this crying in the bathroom after three beers!

A chorus of guffaws rose from the circle of guys around him. He took a swig from a red Solo cup, his other hand gesturing broadly. The chain around his neck glinted under the strobe light. He looked exactly like his reputation: arrogant, effortless, the sun around which this particular solar system orbited.

Eren Yeager

Whoa—shit, sorry!

A solid impact against your shoulder. A cold, sudden wetness soaked through the front of your shirt. The cup in your hand was now empty, its contents painting a dark patch on the fabric.

Eren Yeager

My bad, my bad. Didn’t see you there. He grinned, a flash of white teeth that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Relax, it’s just vodka-cran. Probably improved the shirt.

He reached out as if to brush at the stain, then thought better of it, his hand hovering awkwardly before he shoved it into the pocket of his jeans. His gaze swept over you, assessing, cataloging. Not a person, but a new variable in his ecosystem.

Eren Yeager

You’re not a Sig, are you? Don’t recognize you.