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Eren fumbled the little package for a second before steadying it between his hands, blinking. “Oh, uh…” He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised (and a little bit happy) that Jean had remembered. “Thanks, Kirschtein.” He lifted the box to his ear and gave it a little shake. “What’d ya get me?”

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—— Which one cried during a fucking disney movie?

We both know that they both have cried over a disney movie at least once even if they don’t want to admit it. 

—— Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?

I say Eren did it because he was curious but Jean did it because he forgot that he left it in there. They both freaked out and lamented over their lost microwave.

—— Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?

Eren does it to Jean all the time, just coming up behind him and putting his hands over his eyes. If it’s in the modern verse he gets his fingerprints all over his glasses, being a complete butt. 

—— Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?

I firmly believe that Eren if a human heater, so Jean just clings onto him, putting anything cold against his heated skin.

—— Who had that embarrassing Reality TV marathon?

Jean does, Jean so does it’s a little embarrassing how many reality tv shows he watches and records.

—— Who laughs more during sex?

Eren does, like Jean or him cracks a joke and they’re both cracking up laughing in the middle of sex.

—— WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON? 

Armin chuckled for a moment, hand loosely holding onto a red plastic cup that was filled with beer. A hand rose to his lips as he unpleasantly burped before his ocean-blue orbs fell upon his best friend beside him. Humming for a long while, he ended it with a soft giggle before speaking to the other, a flirtatious and lustful look entering his eyes. “So, y’re really hot, ‘n we both know each other well, and…” He blinked for a moment, not sure where he was going before it came back to him. “Ooo, yeah!” Grinning at the other, his hand went and lazily held onto his before trailing up his arm to his shoulder, fingers dancing up there as he went. “We should go… do som’thin, maybe make out? Yeah, t’sounds good. Does that sound good t’you? ‘Sounds good t’me.”

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13. Trailing kisses from the stomach up to the mouth.

How exactly was the game supposed to work? Bertholdt had to wonder that as he watched the bottle spin around and around. He watched it land on one person after another, the two would go into the closet together, seven minuets later, they pop out again and the game would repeat.

So it was his turn. The bottle spun round and round....and it landed on...Eren? Bertholdt could feel his stomach tied up on a knot. E-Eren? Really? Before he knew it the two were shoved into the closest together....

Bertholdt had no idea what to do. It did help that it was incredibly dark. It was taking his eyes so long to adjust. He needed to do this quick, Bertholdt just wanted to get this over with. Eren...was much shorter then him, so Bertholdt leaned forward.

....It was not then that his eyes adjusted, and Bertholdt realized...he completely missed his mouth, by alot. Eren looked down at him, confused. Bertholdt needed to act quickly. He remembered stories in which the person kissing almost made a kissing trail from the stomach to the persons mouth....Awkwardly, Bertholdt decided, maybe he should too. It...was not going well at all. By the time Bertholdt planted yet another awkward kiss up Eren’s lips, the seven minutes were up.

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"Eren..." He felt breathless, light headed and warm, far too warm. The compulsion to move his hips was far too strong, rocking them into thin air if only for the familiarity of the motion. "Eren..." He breathed his name a second time, eye rolling shut, his lips parting against a soft sighing moan. 

"Fuck..." Reaching out, he brushed his shoulder with his finger tips, traveling lightly over collar bone and jugular, before coming to rest directly over his scent gland. Please... Please... 

"Eren... Eren I need... ah-" A shudder passed up his spine as another wave rolled over him, surely alerting everyone to his burning heat. He wasn't even sure of the other's disposition. He'd always been a late bloomer, even taking into consideration their five month age gap. He needed an Alpha. He needed claiming, knotting... Even the thought of it had him whining in needy discomfort. He thought of Marco and Reiner, two very definite Alphas, but neither of them knew him enough to grant him relief in the dead of night.