First Times (shingeki no kyojin fanfiction)

A/N: I just felt that this needed to exist for some reason. Maybe if the story takes off I'll write a sequel (I already have one in mind actually). anyway, enjoy!

“Gah! Where the hell are you taking me now?” The dark haired boy nearly fell on his face for what was the third time already, barely catching onto his friend’s arm in time for support. “Damn it Jean you’re a shitty guide.” He complained as he heard laughter roll around him. He felt someone come closer to adjust his blindfold from slipping.

“What’s the matter Eren? One drink is enough to get you that drunk?” The teasing voice remarked from his left, where he felt Jean’s hand clumsily gripping his arm, giving it a rough pull to one side or the other whenever they take a turn.

“If he can’t hold steady while walking, can you imagine what’s going to happen once we get there?” Connie’s loud and excited voice reached Eren’s ears from somewhere further ahead on the right. He grumbled under his breath in response. The group started cackling again both from the comment and from Eren’s oblivious state of not understanding what was happening.

“I still don’t get why Armin and Mikasa couldn’t be a part of this.” Eren thought out loud and heard Marco chuckling from his near right.

“Oh I think you’ll be thankful they’re not with us when we get there.”

“Oh man” Jean was laughing loudly in his ear beside him “poor little Armin wouldn’t last five minutes there. He’d have to claw his eyes out or something.” Eren gulped uncomfortably. Where were they taking him? Flashing images of morgues and haunted houses scurried through his head and he shivered slightly. He wondered if it wasn’t too late to suddenly tear off the blindfold and make a run for it.

He felt the hand holding him grip him more tightly, halting him to a stop.

“Okay Eren, we’re here.” He heard Marco say. Eren listened intently around him for hints of where he was, but there was nothing out of the ordinary, just the regular city noise of cars and people passing by. He reached for the blindfold, but another hand stopped him.

“No wait, let me to do the honors.” Jean said proudly walking behind him and began to neatly untie the firm knot and slowly lift it from his eyes. Eren’s eyes squinted instinctively from the bright flashing lights and blinked a few times to understand what was that blinking light he was looking at-

“Oh my god you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” he exclaimed shocked while taking a step back. His three friends erupted with laughter louder than before. Connie had to lean on the wall for support, it looked like Jean had tears in his eyes, and even Marco was clutching his stomach.

Eren’s shoulders slumped down as he stared at the sleazy ‘topless bottom’ sign right next to a neon light that resembled a woman laying down on her back naked with her legs crossed. “A strip club, seriously?” he asked staring at his friends in disbelief who have started to calm down from their fit. Eren crossed his arms impatiently waiting for them to cool down and explain.

“Happy 18th birthday!” All of them chanted together with their shit-eating grins plastered on their slightly tipsy faces.

“Now before we go in, Eren should know the rules.” Marco turned to the other two boys with a questioning look.

“Yes!” Connie exclaimed excitedly “Eren-“ he said coming closer and putting his arm around his shoulder “you made the grave mistake of letting us plan your birthday party, so whatever happens tonight, you brought this on yourself.” He was clearly amused by the whole idea. Eren gulped audibly. The morgue and creepy haunted houses didn’t seem that frightening anymore.