summary: you have a crush on jean kirstein and your friend eren yeager has a solution: fake date him to make jean jealous enough to notice you. unfortunately, eren is very good at pretending to be your boyfriend.
content warning(s): modern au, college au, frat boy eren, mentions of drinking and doing recreational drugs. mentions of sex. eventual smut. no so slowburn. friends to lovers. porn with some plot. minors dni.
author's note: this is the first chapter of a multi-chapter fanfiction that is crossposted on my ao3. hope you guys enjoy! my inbox is open for fic requests and headcanon requests, as well as just to chat.
The bass reverberated off of the walls strong enough that you could feel the vibrations through the soles of your shoes and into your bones. It shook the entirety of the large house in heavy rhythmic pulses, rattling the pictures of previous Acacia fraternity brothers and cheaply framed posters on the walls. There were red plastic cups abandoned on almost every single surface that you could see, except for the table in the middle of the room that was being used for beer pong.
You were having a terrible time.
Which was mostly because of one singular man — Jean Kirstein.
“Are you seriously still staring at him?” Mikasa asked, her voice coming from right beside you where she leaned against the wall. It was dry and unimpressed, the same way that she acted every time you talked about Jean. Which, admittedly, was a lot these days.
You tore your eyes away. “I’m literally not. I looked over there one time.”
“Yeah maybe one time this minute.”
You groaned and leaned harder against the wall, hiding the noise in your cup by taking another swig of whatever-the-hell drink Connie had handed to you the moment you entered the building. Your eyes drifted back to Jean, despite the fact that you knew Mikasa was scoffing beside you. He was standing near the living room archway, one hand curled around a beer bottle while a brunette girl was leaning a little bit too deeply into his side. She was laughing so hard at something that he said, obviously drunk, and obviously trying to sleep with him. He looked good tonight, wearing a black compression shirt beneath his fraternity jacket.
You rolled your eyes, knocking your head against the wall behind you. “I just don’t fucking get it.”
“What?”
“He flirts with every single girl on campus except for me.”
“Maybe you should take it as a compliment, it’s not like the girls he flirts with last very long.”
Before you could say something back, there was a loud bang that came from the kitchen. The sound of a door slamming open made a few people turn, having heard it over the loud blasting music. At first there was no clear sign of who the person was who was making all this noise, but eventually you got the gist by the hollering of other frat guys that were near the kitchen.
“MIKASAAAAAAAAA!”
Your friend closed her eyes, as if she was preparing herself mentally and emotionally for who was behind the yelling. It was the way that she always acted when he was like this, or even when he wasn’t like this. That’s the tragic part about being stepsiblings with the frat president of Acacia, Mikasa would never know peace.
A second later, Eren Yeager stumbled through the kitchen looking farther than just gone. He wore a dark green hoodie, which was slung halfway off of one shoulder that exposed his collarbone that too many girls on campus were obsessed with. His brown hair was messy, curling at the edges from sweat and suspiciously like water from the sprinklers in the lawn. From several feet away, you could already tell that he was drunk and high on top of it, pupils blown so wide that there was barely any green showing in his eyes.
His eyes locked onto Mikasa with precision that you weren’t even sure should be possible with the state that he was in, and he was beginning to walk over despite the crowd making it harder to push past. “There you are,” he accused, pointing at her with his index finger. “I have been looking for you for like — well, for like forever.”
“Did you stop to take a shower in the sprinklers while you were looking?” Mikasa asked in reply, earning a snicker from you. Eren blinked slowly, either not recognizing the taunting in her voice or just choosing to ignore it completely.
He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Maybe. It’s hot outside.”
“You look like a stray dog that someone dragged in here,” you pointed out, taking another swig of your drink. “You’re lucky there’s already a puddle on the floor or we’d have to blame you completely.”
Despite your words, Eren grinned, lazy and crooked and entirely too confident. Unfortunately, you knew that it worked on people, constantly. Men and women alike all fell for it at one point or another. In fact, you had seen girls fold for him for less. One smile was all that it took for them to follow him upstairs, hand in hand and not coming back down until the later hours of the night. Everyone in your friend group called him a manwhore, and instead of getting pissy at the nickname, Eren Yeager seemed to wear it like a badge of honor. If there was anything that you could count on, it was that there were at least three girls in rotation at all times in his life, for whatever the occasion.
It was almost aggravating how he was able to get what he wanted so easily when you were having trouble even trying to get Jean Kirstein to look at you for more than five seconds.
“I can’t believe that my stepsister was able to drag you out of your pajamas for a party!” Eren shouted over the music, walking a step closer so that you could hear him. It was now that you could see his entire face, entirely focused on you as he teased. “Or is it so that you can . . . well whatever the hell it is you do when Jean is around.”
Your eyes snapped over to Mikasa. “You told him?”
Before your friend could open her mouth to answer, Eren was shaking his head, muttering a small string of ‘nonononono’ under his breath before he said, “She didn’t have to say a fucking thing for me to notice it. Just because I’m an idiot doesn’t mean I’m also stupid.” His eyebrow quirked up, as if trying to decipher what just left his mouth made any sense. “Yeah! Okay yeah that was right. Right?”
“Just shut the fuck up already,” Mikasa said to him, pushing Eren’s shoulder with the hand that was holding her solo cup. “If she doesn’t want to talk to him she doesn’t have to.”
Mikasa was always willing to come to your rescue when it came to Eren, no matter how many times you assured her that he couldn’t get under your skin. You had simply known him for too long for it to phase you. It would be almost fifteen years since you met Mikasa and Eren outside of your house on the driveway when they moved into the house right next to yours. Eren was the first to come up to you, asking to play with your ball and insisting that his sister had to come with too or she’d get mad. It was funny how such a tiny interaction led to yours and Mikasa’s friendship, and Eren’s too, if you really wanted to count him as a close friend (your stubbornness to do so lately exacerbated by his newly appointed position as Acacia’s president).
Eren whistled. “Relax, I’m not making fun of her.”
“You are,” you said flatly.
The joker tilted his head to the side, “Only a little. But it is a little insane that you’ve let this go on for so long.”
You rolled your eyes, taking the lull in the conversation to glance back over at Jean. And yep, he was still with the same girl, except this time he had forgoed the beer in his hands and instead had both of them planted right on her ass, swaying to the music. Your face must have given away what you were thinking, because the second you turned to look back at Eren, he was hitting his vape looking directly at you, blowing smoke up into the air. His eyes were still slightly glassy around the edges from whatever type of substances he had ingested today that currently lived in his bloodstream. How was he still so annoyingly observant when he was like this? Were you really being that obvious?
“You’ve gotta find a way to make him jealous.”
You choked back a laugh, shaking your head and taking the last swig of your drink. Frowning at the sudden emptiness in your hand, Mikasa grabbed your cup. “Gonna go get us some more while the kitchen is at least semi empty,” she muttered, leaving to wade through the crowd. The second that she disappeared from your line of vision, you turned back towards Eren.
“You sound insane,” you stated, folding your arms over your chest and leaning against the wall completely, meeting his line of vision and seeing him stare so casually at you, like he hadn’t already derailed your entire night for even mentioning Jean to you. There was a faint flush on his high cheekbones. Unfortunately, despite being crossfaded out of his mind and still slightly wet from the sprinklers outside, Eren Yeager still looked unfairly attractive.
Like he didn’t think about it, Eren reached out his hand and grabbed your wrist, turning it over in his hand. “I have an IDEA!”
“And what would that be, Sigmund Freud?”
“You fake date me.”
This was objectively a horrible idea.
You thought this as you stared at yourself in your bathroom mirror whilst you brushed your teeth, tasting the minty flavor, already feeling the beginnings of something like regret settling into your bones. It was late, a little bit too late for your liking but at least it was Sunday tomorrow, meaning you didn’t have to wake up particularly early. The party had ended an hour ago, and Eren was insistent on walking the both of you home because it was so late the buses weren’t running anymore, and it’s not like he could offer to drive in the state that he was. So he had decided to walk you both. Like he would be any help if someone tried to mug you. You were pretty sure he was so loaded right now he might just laugh while getting robbed.
Outside of the bathroom, you could hear Mikasa and Eren arguing. Well, it was mostly Mikasa who was doing the arguing. Eren was just taking it, honestly seeming to find the whole thing entertaining.
“You told her to do what?” She hissed.
“It’s really not that serious, Mik.”
You rinsed out your mouth before opening the bathroom door and finding your way to them from the noise, standing in the archway of the hallway that led to the living room. Mikasa stood near the kitchen counter, busy chugging a few glasses of water to satiate the hangover that she would feel in the morning. Eren was sprawled across your couch, lounging sideways on the black couch cushions, head propped up on a pillow with one arm hanging off of the edge. His hoodie had ridden up a tiny bit, exposing a strip of tanned skin above the waistband of his sweats. You could see the band of his underwear peeking out. Calvin Klein.
Mikasa then pointed at you. “This is a bad idea, and you know it.”
You wandered further into the living room. It was a bit more lavish than you had imagined your college apartment would be. But living in the city meant that living in big buildings was pretty much a guarantee, and your parents along with Eren and Mikasa’s parents made a decent amount of money to help with rent. You lived on the twentieth floor, meaning that you got a very beautiful view of all the lights in the city at this hour, spilling into the living space from the large windows. The apartment lights were dim compared to the frat house, the glow of the city painted everything in a more fluorescent light.
Eren’s eyes followed you immediately. So natural that you almost missed it.
You tried very hard not to think about it.
Mikasa pointed at him. “You.” Then towards you again. “Her.” And then back to him. “Combined together. Terrible outcomes. Tried and true. Historically.”
Honestly, Mikasa had a bit of a point. Eren and you had spent most of your lives switching between being friends and nuisances to one another. You would fight constantly growing up, arguing and bickering over everything and nothing at the same time. When you were twelve, Eren thought it would be funny to push you into the neighborhood pool because you had told him that his new haircut was ugly. After you got out and went to tell on him to his parents, you decided to respond to his taunts by cutting the laces off of his soccer cleats. Neither of you had really matured past that.
“It’s temporary. Like, two weeks tops,” you reminded Mikasa, walking into the kitchen. “We’re just going to pretend to date long enough for Jean to notice me more.”
“And if it blows up in your face?”
You opened the fridge. “Then I’ll just kill Eren.”
“See?” Eren pointed at you like somehow the threat proved his point. “She gets it.”
He sat up slightly now, resting one arm over the back of the couch. He watched you grab a bottle of water through half-lidded eyes. The combination of weed and alcohol was seemingly doing the best job it could at subduing him, he looked sleepy and softer around the edges. He was less of the loud frat president and more of the annoyingly attractive stepbrother of your best friend, lounging in your apartment at two in the morning. You were still giggling a bit, not fully sober yourself. Eren kept his eyes on you, making something weird in your stomach flip.
Mikasa must have noticed the look on Eren’s face the second you had laughed, because her own expression seemed to flatten. It was the same look that she always gave when she was thinking of something important. Her eyes narrowed at her stepbrother.
“No feelings.”
You blinked. “Huh?”
“Jesus Christ,” Eren said, laughing.
“I’m super serious,” Mikasa pushed. “This is fake. You are pretending. Nobody catches feelings and nobody is allowed to ruin our lease agreement.”
You deadpanned. “Mikasa, I promise you that I am not falling in love with Eren.”
You could see from the corner of your eye Eren gasping and holding his hand to his chest dramatically. “Pookie, that hurt.”
“Okay you can shut the fuck up now.”
About ten minutes passed, at which Eren declared that he would fall asleep here if he stayed any longer, and was very adamant on how he couldn't do that because he missed his bed too much. You could hear him and Mikasa exchanging some words before the door shut behind him, leaving both you and Mikasa in your shared apartment. You yawned, stretching your arms up into the air before making your way to the hallway to your room. Mikasa did the same, and you heard the soft closing of her door before you closed your own behind you.
You rubbed one eye, exhaustion finally beginning to settle into your system now that all the noise from the frat house and from Eren being over was gone. Now it was weirdly quiet. The only light in your room was from the spill of the city lights filtering through the large windows. Being twenty floors up, almost your entire room was filled with large windows, ones that you could cover with blinds easily but often didn’t. The city looked unreal at night. Glowing headlights of cars could be seen on the streets below. Usually you liked the look of the city like this, but tonight it seemed to just make your thoughts louder.
You dropped onto the edge of your bed, falling backward onto the mattress and pulling the comforter over your body.
This was a really bad fucking idea.
You had agreed to date Eren Yeager.
Eren fucking Yeager.
The same Eren Yeager who accidentally set a fire alarm freshman year in his dorm building by making stir fry in the shared kitchenette and the same Eren that had slept with enough people on campus that Connie told him he should start handing out loyalty cards for free rewards. And somehow, people still seemed to adore him. Including you, to a degree. Well . . . not like that.
Obviously not.
Eren was attractive. It was annoying. Not in the polished clean cut way that Jean was. Jean looked put together, every single part of him intentional as to put a certain view of himself out there. The kind of guy that you could bring to your parents and they would welcome him in with open arms. Eren, on the other hand, looked like trouble. Pretty. But trouble. The kind of trouble that smiled at you across crowded rooms and made every girl around him feel singled out and special. He leaned too close when he talked and touched people so casually that it felt dangerous and easy.
Your phone buzzed against your comforter.
eren yeager: hello fake girlfriend.
you: can’t this wait until the hour is in the double digits?
eren yeager: i’m thinking of rules we should make.
Right. Rules. That made sense.
You shifted underneath your blankets, moving further down while you stared at the bright screen.
you: ok fine. rules.
eren yeager: #1 we commit to the bit
you: wasn’t that the whole idea?
eren yeager: yes smartass
eren yeager: we have to make people really believe this. so don’t tell anyone it’s fake.
you: obviously.
You hated how easy it was to talk to Eren, even though you didn’t keep in touch as often as you used to. It was easy to slip back into the rhythm of bantering. Talking to Eren always felt effortless, even when he was being slightly annoying.
eren yeager: rule 2
eren yeager: you can’t act weird when i touch you
you: i do not act weird
eren yeager: i’m just sayin if you look like ur being held hostage ppl will start to notice
You rolled onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. You and Eren hadn’t really ever been physically affectionate with each other. At least in the way that you often were with Mikasa when you hugged her or grabbed her hand to lead her places. There had been quick hugs with Eren, like after your high school graduation when he insisted on it. Or the group photo that you could recall where he put his arm around you to push you into frame half drunk.
you: fine. i won’t act weird
eren yeager: beautiful
eren yeager: it’s good to grow
you: don’t piss me off
eren yeager: too late fake girlfriend <3
Your face heated at the stupid little heart, which felt dumb in the grand scheme of things. You were sure that Eren sent hearts to literally every single one of his contacts. Random girls when he was looking to hook up, his doordash driver, his best friend Armin. It was nothing.
Still, your thumb seemed to hesitate over your keyboard for a moment longer.
you: stop calling me that
eren yeager: no it’s funny
Three dots appeared again.
eren yeager: okay important rule
eren yeager: no accidentally catching feelings
You blinked while rereading the test, then laughed.
you: not a problem
eren yeager: wow
eren yeager: but srs no feelings. mikasa looked afraid earlier.
Why did your smile fade at that? Eren wasn’t even your type. Yes, he was attractive. Anyone with eyesight and a semi functional brain would be able to acknowledge that fact. But Eren was also chaotic and impulsive. He was the exact opposite of what you wanted. Jean was stable and intentional. Safe. You knew that he had been with the girl he was with before, although it had been some time since he had been in a relationship.
you: relax
you: i’m not gonna fall in love with u eren
The typing bubble appeared.
Disappeared.
Then reappeared.
eren yeager: harsh phrasing ngl
You rolled your eyes so hard you thought you could see the back of your skull.
pairing: levi ackerman x reader (no age gap, dont worry)
contains: fluff, yearning, soft levi, not friends but not quite something yet
a/n: hi!!!! first levi drabble, idk if i captured my man as good as i wanted to, so any suggestion is welcomed and highly appreciated <333
Levi is not as cold and heartless as people deem him to be. his love if built up behind thick walls, waiting to be released to someone who, for once in his life, won't leave him.
That man's stare, oh my god. it's like a sixth sense, his eyes are drawn to wherever you are and when he catches glimpse of you, his gaze immediately softens, but if anyone dares mentioning it, he'll stare at them blank faced and refuse it.
When he says your name, he doesn't intend to make it sound different than any name, it simply does. It's more careful, more gentle somehow, like a word he's been dying to say but couldn't bring himself to speak unless asked to.
When you're standing near each other, without saying a word, he'll reach for you with his hand, only to end up fixing the strap from your ODM gear.
"There, good job on trying to get yourself killed, idiot."
A big yearner, and I do not argue on this one. He stares at you like you hung the moon and the stars when no one's looking, only to call you idiot to your face one second later.
One time when you were injured and had to stay in bed in the infirmary, the first thing you saw in the morning when you woke up was Levi quietly standing beside your bed, holding a food tray he brought from the dining room for you to eat.
"Eat. It will help you heal that big head of yours that thought jumping onto the female titan's nape was a good idea."
Levi's not exactly the touchy type, but I see him trying to briefly touch you, like he can't help it. Like I said before, fixing the strap from your ODM gear, lightly flicking you on the forehead to annoy you, putting his hand over your arm to offer quiet comfort when he notices you're upset, etc.
You are one of the few people he trusts his whole life to. He can silently rely on you because he knows how good you are and how despite how closed off he could be, you keep him around.
any recs for long starchaser fics with slow burn???? something other than crimson rivers bc i’ve reread it like 5 times now lol and i love it but i have to read something new
who do i write for? armin arlert (aot), levi ackerman (aot), mikasa ackerman (aot), sabrina carpenter (wlw), portgas d ace (one piece), roronoa zoro (one piece), shanks (one piece), james potter (marauders), i also plan to write for yuji itadori and megumi fushiguro once i finish jjk (no spoilers pls!!!)
what i'm willing to write: fluff, angst, headcanons, character x female reader, occasional nsfw content, reader's appearance won't be described unless asked to
what i'm not willing to write: incest, rape / non-con, hateful content towards any minority, suicide, self-harm, cheating
content warnings: a little suggestive, but mostly pure fluff
armin as your bf! would genuinely admit when he has feelings for you, his confession wouldnt be immediate but when he's sure you want him as well, he'd go all in.
armin as your bf! would make you feel safe enough to open up even when it's hard and scary for you to do so, because all he ever wants is to make you feel okay and comfortable whilst being with him.
armin as your bf! would blush the first few times you kiss, because he's still not used to the fact that he can actually kiss you whenever he wants, wherever he wants.
armin as your bf! would plan study dates on little cafes for you to spend your busy time together. he would order your favorite coffee and pastry and sit besides you whilst working on his latest biology assignment.
armin as your bf! would bring the calm and comfort you've craved for so long, because being with him felt reassuring, not stressful.
armin as your bf! loves to grab your waist when kissing, digging his fingers into your soft skin and running his long fingers through your hair.
armin as your bf! would make sure your knees are touching everytime you're sitting together, or sharing some type of physical contact like holding hands, grazing fingers when passing something, etc.
armin as you bf! would hold you whilst watching a movie at the cinema. you laying your head against his shoulder, holding his hand with his arm around you.
armin as your bf! would hold eye contact during every conversation with you. it doesnt matter if what you're saying is as simple as the weather, he'd turn his whole attention to listen to what you have to say like it's something sacred.
armin as your bf! would give the warmest hugs. you could stay forever being held by him, the warmth of each breath he took as his chest rises and falls always felt like home.
yuji had a problem—his greed was through the roof.
as many kisses, hugs, and gifts you gave him, it was never enough. he loved your undivided attention, and he would do whatever it took to keep it. so, when you were on the phone with kugisaki, expect yuji to be right there with you.
you lie on your side, your phone tucked between your shoulder and your ear, yuji's head on your stomach, his thick arms wrapped around your back. you didn't mind at all, hell, you took the opportunity to play with his hair. he wasn't asleep, just using you as a body pillow.
as the conversation went on, he started getting touchy—he laid kisses on your stomach, as one of his hands moved to grope and squeeze your ass. you were used to that though; but when he started placing wet kisses below your navel, that's when you shot him a soft glare.
"yuji," you whispered, "not now."
he looked up at you blankly, still placing kisses. cheeky. when you removed your hand from his hair, he stopped. he moved up more so his head was in your chest. his hand moving to your hip; rubbing tight circles there. he was trying to break your focus, and it was working a bit.
at some point, you weren't fully registering kugisaki and what she was saying; asking her to repeat things she said because yuji's hands had slipped under your sweatshirt and squeezed your breasts, or it had slid under your pants and started groping you gently.
"yuji."
"what? i wanna touch you."
you sighed softly once more, continuing to let yuji do as he pleased. you had a feeling kugisaki was getting suspicious, but she didn't say anything. she just kept going on about her shopping experience in tokyo.
his kisses trailed up your neck to below your ear, across your jaw, and finally—your lips, cutting you off mid-sentence much to your surprise. the kiss was sweet. everything about yuji was with sweet intention.
when kugisaki noticed you stopped talking and sounded like you were being smothered, her voice rang out over the phone. "itadori!"
he groaned, kissing you harder to drown out her voice. "stop being rude. you're bothering us."
"you're inturrupting our alone time, kugisaki." her voice didn't need to be put on speaker for yuji to hear her; she spoke loud enough.
yuji bit his lip—kugisaki was right, unfortunately. you sat there watching them go back and forth until yuji hung up on her mid-sentence. it was much to your disappointment, not-so-much surprise. "yuji-"
"can i have a kiss?"
you blinked. "i just let you have one."
"yeah, but she interrupted it. therefore it's not an actual kiss."
"that doesn't make sense."
"kiss me."
"do you just want an excuse for a kiss?"
"yes." he hooked your leg around his hip.
"yuji."
he puckered his lips. you roll your eyes and sigh, kissing him like he wanted. he'll always find a way to sabotage you and when it doesn't work in his favor, he'll always find a way to make sure it will. you both know he was too cute to just turn down like that.
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