โ.เณเฟ*:๏ฝฅ โ eleanor. twenty two. she/her. professional yearner. chemistry connoisseur. shamed by years of generational guilt. eldest daughter. collector of red flags. full time hater.
โ.เณเฟ*:๏ฝฅ โ my requests are open ! mostly writing for the pitt rn <3
โโโ โ TEMPORARY CHEMISTRY ; e. yeager (chapter one)
modern!eren yeager x fem!reader
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.
words: 3.3k
part: 1/? (pt 2)
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.ย
You were having a terrible time.ย
Which was mostly because of one singular man โ Jean Kirstein.ย
โAre you seriously still staring at him?โ 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.ย
You tore your eyes away. โIโm literally not. I looked over there one time.โย
โYeah maybe one time this minute.โย
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.ย
You rolled your eyes, knocking your head against the wall behind you. โI just donโt fucking get it.โย
โWhat?โย
โHe flirts with every single girl on campus except for me.โย
โMaybe you should take it as a compliment, itโs not like the girls he flirts with last very long.โย
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.ย
โMIKASAAAAAAAAA!โย
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 wasnโt like this. Thatโs the tragic part about being stepsiblings with the frat president of Acacia, Mikasa would never know peace.ย
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.ย
His eyes locked onto Mikasa with precision that you werenโt 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. โThere you are,โ he accused, pointing at her with his index finger. โI have been looking for you for like โ well, for like forever.โย
โDid you stop to take a shower in the sprinklers while you were looking?โ 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.ย
He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. โMaybe. Itโs hot outside.โย
โYou look like a stray dog that someone dragged in here,โ you pointed out, taking another swig of your drink. โYouโre lucky thereโs already a puddle on the floor or weโd have to blame you completely.โย
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.ย
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.ย
โI canโt believe that my stepsister was able to drag you out of your pajamas for a party!โ 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. โOr is it so that you can . . . well whatever the hell it is you do when Jean is around.โย
Your eyes snapped over to Mikasa. โYou told him?โย
Before your friend could open her mouth to answer, Eren was shaking his head, muttering a small string of โnononononoโ under his breath before he said,ย โShe didnโt have to say a fucking thing for me to notice it. Just because Iโm an idiot doesnโt mean Iโm also stupid.โ His eyebrow quirked up, as if trying to decipher what just left his mouth made any sense. โYeah! Okay yeah that was right. Right?โย
โJust shut the fuck up already,โ Mikasa said to him, pushing Erenโs shoulder with the hand that was holding her solo cup. โIf she doesnโt want to talk to him she doesnโt have to.โย
Mikasa was always willing to come to your rescue when it came to Eren, no matter how many times you assured her that he couldnโt 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 sheโd get mad. It was funny how such a tiny interaction led to yours and Mikasaโs friendship, and Erenโs 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 Acaciaโs president).ย
Eren whistled. โRelax, Iโm not making fun of her.โย
โYou are,โ you said flatly.ย
The joker tilted his head to the side, โOnly a little. But it is a little insane that youโve let this go on for so long.โย
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?ย
โYouโve gotta find a way to make him jealous.โย
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. โGonna go get us some more while the kitchen is at least semi empty,โ she muttered, leaving to wade through the crowd. The second that she disappeared from your line of vision, you turned back towards Eren.ย
โYou sound insane,โ 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 hadnโt 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.ย
Like he didnโt think about it, Eren reached out his hand and grabbed your wrist, turning it over in his hand. โI have an IDEA!โย
โAnd what would that be, Sigmund Freud?โย
โYou fake date me.โย
This was objectively a horrible idea.ย
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 didnโt 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 werenโt running anymore, and itโs 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.ย
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.ย
โYou told her to do what?โ She hissed.ย
โItโs really not that serious, Mik.โย
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.ย
Mikasa then pointed at you. โThis is a bad idea, and you know it.โย
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 Mikasaโs 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.ย
Erenโs eyes followed you immediately. So natural that you almost missed it.ย
You tried very hard not to think about it.ย
Mikasa pointed at him. โYou.โ Then towards you again. โHer.โ And then back to him. โCombined together. Terrible outcomes. Tried and true. Historically.โย
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.ย
โItโs temporary. Like, two weeks tops,โ you reminded Mikasa, walking into the kitchen. โWeโre just going to pretend to date long enough for Jean to notice me more.โย
โAnd if it blows up in your face?โย
You opened the fridge. โThen Iโll just kill Eren.โย
โSee?โ Eren pointed at you like somehow the threat proved his point. โShe gets it.โย
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.ย
Mikasa must have noticed the look on Erenโs 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.ย
โNo feelings.โย
You blinked. โHuh?โ
โJesus Christ,โ Eren said, laughing.ย
โIโm super serious,โ Mikasa pushed. โThis is fake. You are pretending. Nobody catches feelings and nobody is allowed to ruin our lease agreement.โย
You deadpanned. โMikasa, I promise you that I am not falling in love with Eren.โย
You could see from the corner of your eye Eren gasping and holding his hand to his chest dramatically. โPookie, that hurt.โย
โOkay you can shut the fuck up now.โย
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.ย
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 didnโt. The city looked unreal at night. Glowing headlights of cars could be seen on the streetsย below. Usually you liked the look of the city like this, but tonight it seemed to just make your thoughts louder.ย
You dropped onto the edge of your bed, falling backward onto the mattress and pulling the comforter over your body.ย
This was a really bad fucking idea.ย
You had agreed to date Eren Yeager.ย
Eren fucking Yeager.ย
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.ย
Obviously not.ย
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.ย
Your phone buzzed against your comforter.ย
eren yeager: hello fake girlfriend.ย
you: canโt this wait until the hour is in the double digits?ย
eren yeager: iโm thinking of rules we should make.ย
Right. Rules. That made sense.
You shifted underneath your blankets, moving further down while you stared at the bright screen.ย
you: ok fine. rules.ย
eren yeager: #1 we commit to the bit
you: wasnโt that the whole idea?ย
eren yeager: yes smartass
eren yeager: we have to make people really believe this. so donโt tell anyone itโs fake.ย
you: obviously.ย
You hated how easy it was to talk to Eren, even though you didnโt 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.ย
eren yeager: rule 2
eren yeager: you canโt act weird when i touch you
you: i do not act weird
eren yeager: iโm 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 hadnโt 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.ย
you: fine. i wonโt act weird
eren yeager: beautiful
eren yeager: itโs good to growย
you: donโt 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.ย
Still, your thumb seemed to hesitate over your keyboard for a moment longer.ย
you: stop calling me that
eren yeager: no itโs funny
Three dots appeared again.ย
eren yeager: okay important ruleย
eren yeager: no accidentally catching feelings
You blinked while rereading the test, then laughed.ย
you: not a problem
eren yeager: wow
eren yeager: but srs no feelings. mikasa looked afraid earlier.ย
Why did your smile fade at that? Eren wasnโt 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.ย
you: relax
you: iโm not gonna fall in love with u eren
The typing bubble appeared.ย
Disappeared.ย
Then reappeared.
eren yeager: harsh phrasing ngl
You rolled your eyes so hard you thought you could see the back of your skull.ย
hi!! iโd love to request a fic if thatโs ok? i just found out i got into my top psych doctoral program to be a clinical psychologist and id love a fic of frank langdon? (as freaky and nasty as you want) iโm so open to whatever way you want to take it, but id love for the character to be a psychologist that makes an appearance in the ED for whatever reason. (it feels like a reward๐๐ญ) thank you!!!!
yes my lover
expect something after i post the first part of back to black (most likely this weekend) (shoot me in the head if itโs later than sunday)
would it be wrong for me to start writing for avatar the last airbender along with the pitt because i truly have some things to say about firelord zuko
โด back to black ; frank langdon x doctor!reader, infidelity, canon adjacent, mentions of drug abuse, HEAVY smut, angst, toxic vibes, frank is lowkey mean, mutual pining, repressed emotions, forced proximity, did i mention angst?, set during season two
tufts of chestnut brown hair tickled against your inner thighs with hands splaying against the soft skin that continued to push your legs apart despite your body's protests. it felt too good. almost too good that your body couldn't handle the sweet feeling of frank's tongue flattening against your clit, pawing at the one thing that would normally send you over the edge if he hadn't been pulling you back and forth between the brink of release for the last thirty minutes.
the on-call room was somewhere that doctors usually went to when it was time to unwind, though, when people thought about unwinding, you doubted that they meant with each other.
though, you had never been one to follow the rules much, regardless of the compliance that you had to have to get through the throws of medical school and then through residency. if anyone was to understand that, it would be him, frank, the man between your thighs who you had been sleeping with for a few months now.
the married man who you had been sleeping with for months now.
you knew that it was wrong, but from what he told you and what you gathered from others who knew him more, their marriage was on the fritz. they barely spent any time together. frank even had his own apartment away from his wife and children, one that you had been to many times after some very late night cases.
you moaned, a whine escaping your lips not long after when his tongue slipped inside of you, hands reaching for his hair while one of his came up to paw at your breast. it was only noon, with the bustling of hospital life running past the door that only separated the two of you and them with a lock, one that could be easily opened by one of the nurses if someone complained about the lack of places to sleep.
"i have to check on the kid in bed four," you muttered to him, pushing your head up to make eye contact with him like his face wasn't buried in your pussy. "hurry up." in any other scenario and with any other person, it would be slightly rude to tell someone to hurry up, but you were a doctor first, person second. even though you were a person with needs just like everyone else.
frank shushed you. "fine," he whispered, one of his fingers brushing up and down your pussy before pushing it inside of you to speed things up. "guess it's for the best anyway."
you hummed, toes curling. "and why's that, langdon?" you asked, a cocky smirk coming to your face.
another finger pushed inside of you, curling so that the tips of his fingers brushed against the spongy pad that sent you reeling. frank continued to pepper kisses inside of your thighs, coaxing sweet sounds from your lips.
"abby called yesterday," he said, as if it was the most simple thing in the world. like he wasn't ten seconds away from making you cum and then fucking you into oblivion. your eyes caught his, a questioning look. abby. his wife. the woman's name something you definitely didn't want to hear in this position.
"really odd dirty talk from you fra โ"
"she wants to make things work. so this has to be over today."
