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[ye4gerism]

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[ye4gerism]

𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑺 - 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑲𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑵 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 part two

word count 3k

content tags/warnings pretend/fake relationship, college au, awkward situations, future wag😛, social media, first date, black reader friendly

author’s note hi.

synopsis sophomore d1 lacrosse player jean kirstein gets dumped by gymnast mikasa ackerman. your roommate wants to break you of your shell. what happens when a party hosted by his teammates leads to him asking you to be his girlfriend? part one

"Anonymous" 9hrs

ok jean and mikasa or eren and mikasa?

1.2k upvotes

"Wanna pretend to be girlfriend until I get drafted?"

Is today April 1st? Or do you look like a fool?

You sit back down in your booth, still trying to grapple with what he just asked you. Jean does the same and moves the tray he placed out of the way. He rests his forearms on the table and leans in.

"Why would I want to be your girlfriend? What kind of question is that?" you ask.

Was this a middle school boy moment? You had your fair share of boys telling you that their friends thought you were cute and then learning that they actually didn't in the most brutal way possible - being trapped in a circle of pointed fingers and belly laughs in your direction.

"You see-"

"No!" You said that a little too loudly. Some people look over at your booth causing you to look away for a moment. You lower your head and voice to avoid any extra attention. "No. Did your little friend put you up to this? The one who was feeling me up yesterday?"

Jean's smile drops. "What? No! Absolutely-"

"Listen, I have class at 10 am. Unlike you and your ball-brained goons, I'm here to get my degree and a career. Go play your games with some other attention seeking bitch." You get out of the booth and immediately turn on your foot to leave.

The air that hits your face once you're outside helps you calm down a bit but you're still baffled. Why the fuck would he ask you that? It wasn't funny. When you think back on last night, you wondered why he did what he did. Yes, saving someone from a creepy guy was honorable but then he asked to keep track of you to "make sure you got home".

"How stupid? How could I be so naïve?" you mutter to yourself.

You make it to your class: Strategies in Public Relations. You take a seat in your usual spot and take out your class materials - a journal and some pens (yes, you have not switched over to iPad notes).

Class starts and you settle in. What happened this morning doesn't matter. It's literally a funny story you'll tell Hitch and she'll jokingly make fun of you for not getting with a famous athlete, even for pretend.

Your phone begins to buzz from the side of your bag. You ignore it. Maybe it's just the Paradis Times - you read the newspaper regularly as a media major and had notifications on at all times. Something big must have been happening.

The buzzing continues and your professor gives you a pointed look. You give him an apologetic smile before crouching down to turn your phone off. Before you do, you observe that an unnamed number has been texting you back to back. You roll your eyes, realizing it's that nest head jock.

First class of the day continues smoothly and the next is even better. Your class day ends and you grab a quick bite as your stomach was grumbling the whole morning and afternoon. You pack a box for the dorm and the rest of the night as you plan to stay in.

You make it back to your residential hall. As you take the elevator up to your floor, you get excited at the thought of being snuggled up in your bed, dinner resting on your lap, and your laptop on the side of you watching your favorite show - all alone with no roommate or a guy who thinks you're stupid.

You unlock your door and enter your room to see Hitch standing in the middle of the room.

"Oh. Hey!" You say awkwardly. You do feel a certain way about last night. Prior to the party, you would have said you had a friendly relationship with your roommate and that you thought she was nice. But after your experience last night, you weren't sure if you felt the same way.

"I'll be out soon. Marlo just had some errands run," she responds. She moves out of your way and plops onto her bed. You place your box of food on your bed and walk over to your desk to place your bag down.

Hitch sighs. "Hey listen."

You don't.

Instead, you reach for your phone and turn it on. A little part of you wanted to see what Jean had to say before blocking him.

"It's just that I got carried away and I had some drinks and Marlo didn't want to kiss and I just..."

Oh, she's still talking.

You glance at Hitch briefly so that she feels that she's heard.

Meanwhile on your phone...

Maybe: Jean Kirstein

⤷ maybe: jean kirstein hey. i'm sorry if i struck a cord

    maybe: jean kirstein i wasn't trying to fuck with you. i just genuinely need a girlfriend for these next few weeks.

    maybe: jean kirstein my ex just dumped me and i just need an image booster. the word's gonna spread and it's gonna send a message

    maybe: jean kirstein im sorry

    maybe: jean kirstein you're a pr major right?

    maybe: jean kirstein my mom is the director of the paradis devils cheerleaders. i could put a good word in for you

    maybe: jean kirstein please

"You're not listening to me, are you?" Hitch then says.

You look at her again. "No. Jean Kirstein asked me to be his girlfriend today."

"WHAT?!" Hitch jumps off her lofted bed and you're completely unsure how she didn't break her ankles. "You're joking. There's no way he asked you out. How would he even know you?"

Oh. Right. Her little comments. You shove your phone in her face. "Here."

Hitch takes it from you and reads the texts. She ponders for a moment.

"Mmm...I don't think so," she finally says, "I don't believe you. This could be a prank or...or..." she smirks.

"Maybe you're just desperate. You went to that party last night and suddenly you think you're some hot shit," she continues.

You place your hand out for your phone. "Ok, Hitch."

"Unless..." She presses a button on your phone and the familiar call ring starts.

You panicked. "What are you doing? Why would you-"

"Y/N!"

Fuck.

Hitch's jaw drops. She then passes the phone over to you.

"Jean. Hi," you begin. There's an awkward silence for a moment. It's even worse as Hitch was staring deeply into your soul.

"Hey...sorry for this morning and spamming you all day. I just...I'm just panicking and I just thought you'd be the perfect fit and..."

As Jean rambles, Hitch starts to mouth some words to you - "Do it". You furrow your eyebrows at her. "No," you mouth back. The both of you continue to go back and forth until you realize that Jean is still on the phone.

"Y/N?" The sound of your name draws you back to the conversation you were initially having and you remember who you’re talking to.

"S-sorry. Yes?" you reply.

"What do you think?" he asks. His voice is uncertain.

What do you think? There's only so much information that you have and it doesn't help that you weren't listening at all.

"I think...I think..." You are thinking but nothing is coming to mind.

"Would it help if we got together and talked about it?" he offers.

To be completely honest, you didn't care for Jean. Nice arms...yeah. But other than that, what was so special about him? But...you also didn't like how Hitch thought you were some desperate liar, all because you went to a party she egged you to go to.

What if you just happened to be that attractive?

"A date would be nice," you finally answer.

He's silent for a moment and starts to wonder if you were too forward. "Y-yeah. A date makes sense. I have to head to practice now but send me your availability and I'll work something out for us."

The only thing you can say is "Ok". Jean bids you goodbye and hangs up.

You and Hitch look at each other for a second before she starts to scream.

"YOU'RE DATING JEAN FUCKING KIRSTEIN!"

Any louder and the whole world will know and maybe you'll get a rare visit from your RA.

"I'm not-"

"You. Are. We need to revamp your entire wardrobe! Because guess what? You're not gonna be seen on the sidelines or at draft night looking a mess. And we need to fix that DirectGram too-"

"Did you forget the part where he only wants me temporarily? He wants me to be his fake girlfriend. He legit told me this morning he wanted me because 'no one knows me'," you cut in, "I think I want to stay true to myself and be forgotten when it's all done."

Hitch cocks her head to the side. "That isn't any excuse to not make yourself look good. You're the girl he picked after Mikasa Ackerman. That's something you put on your resume."

That didn't make you feel good. He dated Mikasa Ackerman - the fucking Mikasa Ackerman who everyday people speculate on whether she'd leave school or not to compete in the Olympics. You didn't want to be known as the girl who came after her. The Rebound.

You open your mouth to respond but a knock on the door cuts you off.

"I hope it's not the RA we never see," you warn. Hitch rolls her eyes as she walks to the door. She opens it and Marlo walks through. "Sorry for the delay," he says.

Marlo leans in for a kiss from Hitch. The sight of them makes you think - maybe a fake relationship won't be that bad. Would Jean kiss you too? Hold your hand, cuddle with you after games?

"Oh, hey." The sound of Marlo's voice breaks you out of your thoughts. "Sorry again. For everything - last night, this morning. I didn't mean to put you in a compromising position."

"It's all good," you reply. What could you do? The situation was hours ago and the person who should have really had your back didn't care. And based on your new situation, it looked like you'd be at many more lacrosse parties - so buckle in.

"Hey. Why was that Jean guy talking to you earlier today?" Marlo asks.

"Oh, you were there too? You didn't say anything." Hitch pulls Marlo closer to her.

"Maybe because he isn't an important factor in the story," you answer. You hear Marlo let out an 'ouch'.

"If you'd kindly close the door, I can tell you why." Marlo does exactly so and proceeds to sit on Hitch's ottoman.

"After you left, Jean asked me to be his pretend girlfriend to boost his image."

Marlo gives you a confused look. "That doesn't sound looks a good idea. You said no, right? Because you know it's baloney."

"His mom is the director of the Paradis Devils Cheerleaders...he sort of offered me a job to play the part. So...I said yes," you answer sheepishly.

Marlo's jaw drops but not in a "omg I’m so excited for you" type of way but in a "I never thought you’d swoop so low kind of way".

He purses his lips together before standing up. "Well, best of luck to you. You know how those lacrosse guys are." He turns to Hitch. "Can we leave now? I'm hungry." Hitch nods. The two start to pick up some of her things. Marlo leaves first and Hitch follows after. She stops before the door shuts on her and looks over her shoulder.

"Text me if you need anything! This is so exciting!" she squeals.

The door closes and you're finally left alone.

Just a few moments ago, you were ready to relax for the weekend. But now you couldn't sit, as you needed to think through the situation you just walked yourself into.

You had agreed on Sunday. Saturday was full of you calling and texting Hitch and going through her closet.

"I have this really cute mini dress-"

"He's taking me out for ice cream. I'm sure he'd be fine with anything from my closet. Mind you, this date is meant to determine if I actually want to do this," you explain.

"Right...but if you're seen together, which you will be...you wanna look good. I'm definitely seeing you on Fizzle Sunday night," Hitch teased.

You hated that she was right. There was a high chance you'd end up on that cursed app. So, right before bed, you decided on a pair of black yoga pants and a pink babydoll top with a white tank underneath. Funnily enough, it didn't come from Hitch's closet and solely from yours.

The morning came and you woke up at 10 am. Jean had planned to come at noon. You got up, took a shower, and brushed your teeth. After, you made an effort to put on all your sweet smelling lotions and perfumes. Once you had your clothes on, you started packing your bag.

You received a text at 11:45.

Jean Kirstein

⤷ jean kirstein good morning.

jean kirstein or good afternoon

jean kirstein but most importantly, i'm on my way

Ok, Mr. To-Be-Early-Is-To-Be-On-Time.

You packed what you needed and you sat on your desk chair until you felt that definitive ping on your phone.

Jean Kirstein

⤷ jean kirstein here!! :)

You take a deep breath then let it out. "Chillax, it's not like you're going to war," you mutter to yourself. You grab your bag and head downstairs to the front.

There you see Jean leaning against a black Mazda CX-5. He had on a white tee with a short-sleeve open button up shirt over paired with a set of blue jeans. His face lights up at the sight of you. He turns and pulls out a bouquet of pink flowers as you approach closer.

You observe people stopping to stare and figure out what's going on.

"Aw, these flowers match your sh-"

You cut him off. "That's nice. People are watching. Can we leave?"

You feel awful - he was trying to be sweet and he was already making a good impression.

Jean steps to the side. Both of your hands reach for the passenger seat handle. You reach it before he does and his hand lands on top of yours. You look at each other for a second.

Were his eyes green or brown? Doesn't matter - they're nice.

Jean quickly removes his hand.

Did he feel a spark? You felt a spark. But maybe you were crazy. But maybe he felt a spark.

"Sorry. Mom always told me to open the door for a lady first." You remove yours.

"Oh...my apologies," you say.

He gives you a warm smile before opening the door for you. You try to avoid eye contact because you're already feeling so embarrassed. He places the flowers on your lap before closing the door.

Jean enters the driver's side and starts the car.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" he asks. You shake your head 'no'. "Ok! Awesome! Not awesome but like great because I was going to take you for ice cream but I haven't eaten either and there's this really great breakfast place that my mom used to take me to as a kid and..."

He was surprisingly so cute. You hadn't ever interacted with any of the guys from the lacrosse team but everytime you saw them walking around - you immediately thought they thought they were hot shit and were cocky and arrogant.

But this one...this one was adorable.

"Oh, I'm rambling, aren't I? Sorry," he says sheepishly.

You want to tell him it's okay and it's kind of cute but you're here for business and business only. So, you try to learn about him.

"You didn't eat breakfast...do your teammates make like those nasty "protein shakes" with onions, chocolate, and whatever crap yiu can find around the house?" you ask innocently.

Jean busts out laughing. "No. Absolutely not. We're athletes, not 30-year-olds in their mom's basement.”

“Of course not,” you mutter.

“I actually don’t live with all of the team. I went to visit the house my freshman year and knew from the way the smell of alcohol hit me that I would rather die than live there,” Jean explains.

Ok, Mr. Self-Aware.

“I live in a student apartment close to campus. I live with some other athletes: Connie, Sasha, and…”

He stops talking and makes a face. Yikes, that must be a really awkward situation.

“Um, well…I don’t have the best roommate situation either,” you say, trying to cheer him up.

“Oh, with Hitch? I’d imagine.” He lets out a mixture of a huff and a laugh.

Jean pulls into a parking lot and finds a spot right in front of the restaurant.

“What’s your gripe with Hitch? This is the second time you’ve reacted so negatively to her being mentioned.” You were beginning to feel a way about your roommate after the party with her little comments and how she left you alone but you weren’t aware that other people didn’t like her. She presented herself as friendly and bubbly.

“Well, for starters, whenever we do throw, she’s always all over the guys and she can never control her alcohol. And it just makes me laugh because she’s with SHE and she has that boyfriend and she’ll go on Instagram and hit that stupid sorority squat pose.” He stops talking to make an exaggerated duck face and throws up a peace sign, which makes you laugh.

His face relaxes and he smiles. “You have a nice laugh. Better than that fake ass cackle your roommate likes to do.”

You cover your mouth to suppress your laughter. With your free hand, you slap his forearm. “You are so fucking hilarious, you know that?” Your hand rests on his forearm. Without realizing your thumb slightly caresses some of his skin.

Your eyes lock and your laughter has died down. Your lips have a slight smile to them.

“We should go eat-”

“I’ll do it,” you blurt.

Jean blinks and his eyebrows furrow. Confusion flashes across his face.

“Do what?” His voice is almost a whisper.

“I’ll be your girlfriend,” you whisper back.

"Anonymous" 1hr

why was jean @ survey hall? why’d he bring that girl flowers??? is the breakup final?

500 upvotes

[ye4gerism]

𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑺 - 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑲𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑵 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 part one

word count 3.1k

content tags/warnings harassment (briefly) college au, slow burn, awkward situations, coming of age, black reader friendly

author’s note i started writing this when the frat boy eren fanfics were trending briefly last month. i realized in my 4 years of writing on tumblr, i had never written a proper aot college au with dominican connie, best friend sasha/hitch, and frenemy mikasa.

synopsis sophomore d1 lacrosse player jean kirstein gets dumped by gymnast mikasa ackerman. your roommate wants to break you of your shell. what happens when a party hosted by his teammates leads to him asking you to be his girlfriend? part two

"Anonymous" 37m

I heard Mikasa dumped Jean lol

3.7k upvotes

Everyone knew sophomores Jean and Mikasa were the athletic power couple of the University of Paradis. He was a lacrosse player, and she was a gymnast - both at the D1 level. And most importantly, they were both hot. Why that's a prominent factor? Who knows?

Here's something you need to know - Fizzle, the love child between Chirp and Rebbit, and any university student's worst nightmare. God forbid you're caught wearing your most comfortable but uncoordinated outfit - they'll tear you into pieces.

But hey, you're here for school. You keep your head low, you go to your classes, go to club meetings - doing what makes your tuition worth paying.

"Girl, did you see Fizzle? The lacrosse team is throwing tonight!" Hitch was your roommate - heavily involved in sorority life and she loved to party. She was your polar opposite but you loved her as she brought so much life and laughter to college. And free shit (Hitch aspires to be an influencer). She also has a boyfriend, meaning she was gone most weekends - that was the cherry on top.

"The lacrosse team is throwing tonight...? What does that even mean? They aren't a frat," you say matter-of-factly. "And it's a Thursday night. Why would you want to go out?" You were at your desk, finishing up a big project due this weekend - what business did you have at any party?

Hitch, sitting on her bed, rolls her eyes. Her side of the room was spring-themed - a lot of yellows and pastel greens. Her desk was moderately organized - skincare and makeup were left out from this morning. Her bulletin board was decorated with a whiteboard calendar and photos of her boyfriend, Marlo.

Your side was tailored to your taste - your desk was very neat, you opted for a paper calendar and books were your main source of decor.

"Well, nobody has Friday classes like you, weirdo," Hitch teased. You roll your eyes - of course, you were majoring in such a topic that required some extra time.

"Okay listen, the party starts at 10:30 - nobody gets there that early but since with have class, I'll bring you back at 11:30. I'm willing to sacrifice some fun for you!" Hitch offered.

You look at her like she has three heads on her torso and then proceed to laugh. "Absolutely not. I'm not going to a lacrosse party on a Thursday night. What a stupid concept."

"Oh come on! We could get you in some sexy clothes! I know you want to pull from my closet," she baits. You always were curious about what it was like to dress as confidently and freely as Hitch, who showed up to class in tight shorts and tiny tops. It wasn't that you thought she was inappropriate - it was college, so you never put a lot of effort into your look. A simple t-shirt or sweater and a weekly rotation of the same four jeans worked for you.

"You know you want to-"

You give in. "Okay, just this once! But I get back at 11:20."

"Even better: 11:15!"

“Damn girl, you look hawt! Marlo, doesn't she look hot?"

You had stepped out of your shared bathroom with a completely new look - light makeup done by Hitch and a denim mini skirt, cheetah print top, and black platform sandals combo donated by her as well.

Marlo, who has Hitch on his lap, doesn't respond to her question. Hitch is cuddled up against him on her anti-suicide chair. She gives him a pointed look before smiling at you. "You look hot. I don't know why he isn't saying anything but you look hot."

"Maybe because I'm your boyfriend," he says, "But you look good Y/N."

"See how easy that was? Acting all weird..."

You drain Hitch's voice out for a moment and look at yourself in the mirror.

'This skirt is crazy short,' you thought. It brought out curves you had never really taken note of. You didn't look bad. When Hitch had offered to style you, you thought you were taking a class in clownery but no, she actually made you look really good.

"Well, we better get going." Hitch gets off of Marlo's lap. She offers him a hand and he gets up.

"Let's go have you some fun!"

The walk to the Lacrosse was a ten-minute walk. It seemed short on the way there but what about the walk back?

"Hey Hitch," you start curiously. She hums in response. "Are you planning on drinking?"

"Well, we didn't pre-game and it's like, what, your first night out? I gotta keep an eye on you and remember this huge milestone for you," she explains.

"For me?" you question.

"Mhm. We're gonna get some alcohol in that system!" she says too excitedly. Marlo gives her a concerned look.

"We won't make you drink or try anything you don't want to. But we'll keep you safe, that is 100 percent certainty," Marlo reassures. Hitch nods in agreement.

"Yeah, what he said."

You reach the home and there's a line building up. You observe three players up front quizzing desperate guests and either rejecting them or letting them in.

"Is the night over if they don't let us in?" you ask with hope in your voice. This was already way too much.

"Oh, they'll let us in. They'd be crazy not to," Hitch slyly responds.

The line moves ahead and you're finally at the front, giving you a better look at the players guarding the front of the house.

"Floch, Reiner, Porco." Hitch bats her eyes at the teammates and you see Marlo rolling his eyes.

"Hey Hitch." The redhead's tone is a little too excited. He has a devious look on his face as he looks Hitch up and down. "Looking to have some fun?"

"Aren't we all, Floch?" Marlo cuts in. Floch's face drops in annoyance.

"Ignore him. Go get yourself a drink, Marlo," the super duper tall blonde says. You assume he's Reiner. You've seen him around campus a few times.

The teammates move out of the way to let your group in but then they suddenly block your path. Your heart jumps; although you kind of did not want to do this, you also didn't want to be rejected by some athletes.

"And who are you?" This last guy, with his hair pushed back, must be Porco. He takes your body in, his eyes stopping at your hips. He clearly isn't paying attention to you anymore, so you look up at Reiner, waiting to be told to go home.

"She's with us." Marlo clasps a hand on Reiner's shoulder. Porco stops ogling you and moves a bit to let you in. You hear a whispered "damn" as you enter the lacrosse house, at which Marlo grabs your hand. "Fucking dogs," Marlo grumbles.

You're in an awkward position: Marlo's arm over Hitch and his hand gripping yours. You've never been this close to your roommate's boyfriend - you guys don't even talk often. You always took note of him walking down the hallway either in an academic hall or in the commons. Maybe you flashed him a quick smile or even waved, so this was weird.

"Connie!" Hitch wiggles out of Marlo's arm and waves excitedly at her friend. You look in the direction of where she's waving and see a tanned boy with a grey buzzcut. Besides him is a brunette with bangs dressed in a white tube top, black flared leggings, and white cowboy boots. She looks up at the sound of Hitch's voice and immediately runs to her, wrapping her up in a hug the minute she reaches her.

"Hey girlie," the cowboy boots girl greets, "Long time no see."

"Yeah, well," Hitch gestures to Marlo, "He's been keeping me away." She looks over her shoulder at you.

"This is Y/N, my roommate," she introduces.

"Oh, you're the one who doesn't go out!" Cowboy Boots says excitedly. Your stomach feels an automatic pang as your eyes frantically look over at Hitch. She shrugs.

"Well, I'm Sasha. Hitch and I are in SHE sisters," the girl introduces herself.

"She?" you question.

"Sigma Hera Epsilon," Hitch corrects, "You should know this."

"Well, if she's not going out a lot, you can't blame her," another voice says. That Connie guy. He rests his chin on her shoulder. "Nice to finally meet cha, Y/N."

You give him a shy wave. Did these guys think you were some sort of homebody loser?

"Can I have a drink?" you ask no one in particular.

"Let me take you to the kitchen and see if we can get you anything good." Connie offers his hand to you, which you reluctantly take.

You follow him around the house and grow increasingly concerned when you start to realize that the house is even more packed than before. How were you going to find Hitch? This place had music blasting everywhere and knowing her, you probably won't be able to reach her tonight.

You and Connie stop at a dining table. "Okay, all of our juices are here - jungle juice, vodka lemonade. You can mix whatever you want here," he explains. He takes you into the kitchen. "We have all of our box wines here and of course, we have a keg outside. But I have a feeling you might not be into that."

Shit - can he read the anxiety off your face? Connie picks up a solo cup and fills it with white wine. He presents the cup to you. "You look like you need this."

You're hesitant but you take it and sip out of the cup. It's surprisingly sweet and not as bad as you imagined.

"You like?" he asks. You don't give him an answer and it makes the atmosphere between you two awkward. "Ok! You know where everything is if you're up for more."

Connie leaves you alone in the kitchen and you try to calm yourself down. 'Where can I find Hitch?' you think. She'd probably be making out with Marlo or chatting it up with that Sasha girl. Did you want to get in the way of that? You decide to leave the kitchen and work your way through the crowd - maybe you'll run into a classmate. You take nervous sips as you walk deeper into the crowd and you slowly feel like you're losing yourself.

That is until you bump into that redhead from earlier. Floyd? Flint? Something. There's a beat to his steps and by the way he sways, you can tell he's drunk.

He grabs onto your hips, grounding you. "Hey pretty girl," he starts, "Where's your friend?" You don't answer, as you're fixated on figuring out what his name is. You know it, so why isn't it coming to mind?

Your heart picks up.

"You know, I thought Hitch was cute but you're pretty cute too. What's your name?" He pulls you closer to him and he starts to grind. Now you felt like you were going to die. Your first party and someone decided they would get handsy with you.

"Paisley," you lie. His eyebrows raise and he pauses.

"You don't look like a Paisley." He then proceeds to laugh. You can smell the alcohol on his breath. "What's your real name?" The redhead grips you tighter than before making it harder to think of a reasonable name. One of his hands roams elsewhere on your body building up panic in your body. Your eyes frantically scan the room for someone you know.

"Looking for your friend? She-"

You aren't doing to drink this wine. Your arm raises and your wrist flicks in such a way that causes the redhead to be drenched in what was once in your cup. He pushes you away and onto the floor, causing you to knock other people down with you.

"You stupid fucking slut! Are you stupid?" he shrieks. The crowd around you starts to quiet and you begin to feel embarrassed. He was the one acting touchy but he's on the team, so you'd look bad regardless.

"Hey Floch, lay off her."

You look up and see a really tall guy - he has to be on the team. He crouches down to your level and offers you a hand. You observe his muscular arm - oh yeah, he definitely has to be on the team. You take his hand and he helps you up.

"Let's get you out of here," he says. Floch's face is red from embarrassment. It's the last sight you see before your head hangs low. Your hero wraps his arm around your shoulder and escorts you out. Does your roommate care where you are?

"Reiner, 'scuse me,” he says, squeezing past the blond guarding the door.

Oh shit. You're already at the front of the house. How embarrassing. Your first party went to shit.

"What's up, Jean?" Reiner asks. Jean? Like Mikasa Jean? Your head snaps up to get a look at him - you actually didn't even know what he looked like. You were just familiar with that Fizzle post. He's wickedly handsome - so it's either Mikasa missed out or he's insanely evil.

Jean ignores Reiner and walks you to the sidewalk in front of the house. It's less crowded now as everyone who wanted to show up was in the house. You can finally get some fresh air instead of inhaling sweat and alcohol.

"Did you come with anyone?" Jean asks. He removes his arm from your shoulder and places both of his hands in his pockets. It's dark out but the streetlight above the both of you highlights his muscular arms.

"Hitch." Where was she anyway? Was she too far to see what had happened? Would Marlo hook up with her at the lacrosse house? He didn't seem like the type.

"Oh, that bitch? Let me walk you home," he offers.

"Oh, you don't have to! I know the way back," you say sheepishly. You don't like that he called your roommate a bitch so you start to walk away but he grabs your wrist. It spooks you and he immediately lets go.

"Sorry...didn't mean to grab you like that. I can't let you walk alone."

You're silent for a moment. "Listen, I appreciate you but I have a feeling it may not be a good idea. I don't know much about you other than the fact that your ex-girlfriend dumped you and you're on the lacrosse team."

His head cocks back and you scratch the back of your neck apologetically.

"Sorry. Last thing I want is for anyone to make up rumors about you walking me to my room," you reason.

"Can I have your number then? Just to make sure you're safe?" Jean offers. You think for a moment. It wouldn't be a bad idea, since the people you came with abandoned you and left you vulnerable.

You whip up your phone and begin to recite your number.

"Awesome, perfect. And what's your name? I assume you know mine." He smiles wide.

"It's Y/N," you say softly.

"Y/N," he repeats softly. You stare at each other for a moment before he breaks eye contact to press the green button on his phone. Your phone rings and you pick up.

"Get home safe," Jean says. You turn on your foot and start your journey back home.

The walk home was peaceful, which was a weird thing for you to even think as the past hour was anything but. You have Jean on speaker and you can hear the rustle of his pants.

"So..." His voice startles you. "What's your major?"

"Public Relations," you answer, "You?"

"Fine Arts and Political Science."

Your eyes widen. "You're actually here to learn?" you joke.

Luckily it lands as you hear him chuckling. Unfortunately, you do have to cut him off as you're already at your residence hall. "Well, I'm about to tap in. Thanks for saving me back there," you say.

"Any time, Y/N. Have a good night." He hangs up immediately and you take this as a sign to move on.

You make it back to your room and decide to wash off the smell of alcohol and sweat. You take off Hitch's clothes, fold them neatly, and place them on her bed.

You step into the shower and turn the heat up midway.

"What a weird night," you mutter to yourself.

You're better off sticking to your books.

When you woke up for class the next morning, you found Hitch sprawled out in her bed, still in her clothes from the night prior. You had a feeling she'd still be knocked out from last night and maybe she'd be gone the minute you got out of class. You didn't want to talk about last night with her. She completely went against her word.

You reach the dining hall and settle down in a booth. You hide your face in your hands and groan. Some coffee should do you some good. Before you get up, Marlo approaches your table with a plate. You scowl at him.

"Okay, hey, I'm sorry. Hitch is a little bit more accident-prone than you are. If anyone's going to hurt themselves, it's her." Marlo places the plate on the table.

Marlo's face loses its color. "What?" You purse your lips and nod.

"Yep. I'll never go out with either of you again," you promise.

"Ok, Y/N wait-"

"Y/N!" You turn your head. Jean. He's walking towards you with his tray of dirty dishes. What on earth could he possibly want from you?

"Glad to see you got back in one piece," he greets. He has really pretty eyes - a nice mixture of green and brown.

Before you have a chance to respond, he keeps talking. "Mind if I ask you a quick question?" He stops to acknowledge Marlo. "Private convo, buddy. Mind giving us some space?"

Marlo looks between you and Jean, slightly offended. He picks up his place and walks elsewhere.

Jean looks right, then left before looking you in the eye and lowering his voice. "Hey so, you know how I got broken up with? I need a rebound. No one knows you and you seem like a pretty nice person. Wanna pretend to be girlfriend until I get drafted?"

"Anonymous" 6hr

LMAOOOO WHO WAS THAT GIRL WHO THREW A DRINK AT FLOCH???

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curly’s real name is orion???😭 orion curling

anyways, curly fics coming soon. requests open.

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Your works itch my brain so good 🥴🥴 I first read them on AO3 then I found your blog 🫦 I need cowboy curly so bad

hi! for starters, i appreciate you reading my work on ao3 and glad that you found my blog!

cowboy curly will come eventually and i also have some swansea headcanons lined up with another jimmy fic.

i’m a college student and a person with a job before a fanfic writer lol 😭 so things do get a little busy here but i keep my word (for a very long time🥲)

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hello jimbos. jimmy fic in the works? i don’t know

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wild west curly (smut???) fic coming soon

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still stuck on cowboy curly

so imagine a dramatic western setting where reader has to marry curly (popular, rich cowboy) to save her family’s business or save them from debt or something. BUT she acts like she hates him and he’s like “fine, whatever”. he goes to work on a regular basis and she’s at home all lonely, thinking about his abs and his arms and then it hits her - she likes him lol

idk. food for thought. i’m also in college, so when will i ever write this??💀 (i’m also not southern or a cowperson)

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was gonna post the jimmy fic today but i forgot ao3 is down

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Cowboy up.

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oh..rhe jimmy story in my drafts

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may or may not have a jimmy fic in the drafts

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dear swansea anon,

i see you. it’s being written😏

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what do you think are some thinks curly and reader like to do together as a couple. Also how do you think it was in the early stages of them not dating but yk just getting there and then the early stages of oh were official. Also if reader and curly did actually have like the whole big wedding instead of just going to the court house do you think curly would like cry big ass tears or would you say in general of how they get married he would be crying big ass tears.

𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺 - 𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑳𝒀 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

author’s note these past few hours omg 😩 thank you for the ask. i’m going to go ahead and connect this to the curly headcanons i’ve been meaning to post. and, ugh, isn’t simon baker the perfect curly??😩

* answering this ask with good luck, captain in mind but can be read without it!

content warnings suggestive, black reader friendly

• you meet curly abroad in london and befriend him (and jimmy, i guess). your friendship only fostered because you were lonely in the city and curly had made an effort to hang out with you

• so things like going out for brunch or sightseeing. you’d have late-night conversations over the phone or you’d just sit in the car and talk. nothing romantic, just pure friendship.

• however, the attraction was clearly there. the both of you just didn’t want to make a move just yet. you had learned that he lived further away from you and so you even wondered if it was worth pursuing a relationship with curly at all. you were fine with being future pen pals

• curly just thought he was out your league - you’re beautiful, smart, a great conversationalist. he didn’t want to screw you over.

• eventually he confesses:

“I just wasn’t confortable leaving without telling you how I felt. You’re a great girl and anyone would be lucky to have you,” he told you.

• you propose you try long distance and it works.

• the two of you take turns visiting each other and you fall even more in love with him each visit

• one time he proposed you go hiking and you were absolutely dreading it. going hiking with this man you just met?? you were hot and it started raining but as crazy as it was, having your first kiss in the rain made up for it

• six months into dating and you two have your first time together. curly gentle and cautious of your body. he wants to show you how much me respects you. the morning after he’s so so touchy (1:48 and beyond does not matter unless you want it to lol)

• and curly is so crazy when it comes to you and intimacy. he’s over here painting your toes and teasing you all at the same time. he paints one nail and then leaves kisses up your leg and stops when he knows he’s getting close to your hot spot.

• he’s just a big tease in general. also…didn’t know where to put this but…👀

• not only does curly taking you hiking but he takes you to a mountains to ski and do a bunch of snow shit. a lot of his dates are outdoors but you like him, so you roll with it. A lot the dates you plan are dinner dates, going to the movies, just city stuff. you’ve both learned to have a mutual respect for your differences.

• but curly loves when he’s with you. he appreciates mini home dates and just being alone with you

• then he pops the question 6 months later. and you say yes. and you have a courthouse wedding bc you two enjoy your privacy. in good luck, captain, reader and curly do have a big wedding. it’s referred to briefly in ‘rest of your lives’. i would actually argue that curly was a bit more emotional during your courthouse wedding - he read vows that he wrote and he got to be with you. there was no one there to destroy the peace. your big wedding was more of a family gathering and appeasing to your families.

• now domestic stuff…i would say that you and curly are pretty decent cooks but you’re a little better than he is. curly likes to learn though! so he’s picked up a lot of your cooking skills.

• curly’s not the cleanest but he’s not a slob either. his office space is just a bunch of papers but when he’s not busy, he does get his act together and organizes his desk. you are a stickler for organization, so the house doesn’t get too busy bc you’re always one step ahead.

• you like to shower alone but Curly always hops in when you’re ready to get out

• i feel like reader and curly would be a family of three. you’d end up having one baby, a little girl bc curly’s a girl dad (convince me otherwise).

• but you’d definitely consider adoption if you wanted a second child.

• a family of four actually sounds fitting - a daughter and a son

• curly’s big on sports, so the minute your kids learn how to walk, he’s taking them to the rec center.

• kids also mean leaving you at home when he wants to go hiking. he recognizes you need a break and encourages you to have the day to yourself as he takes the kids out

• surprisingly enough, curly’s the stricter parent. he has the hard talks with the kids when they’re disrespectful. he doesn’t hesitate when it comes to time out or taking away devices.

• you like packing lunches for the kids. you like to leave little notes for them and organize everything neatly inside

• and most importantly, you guys live happily ever after. at least, within this post.

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i need to start writing for aot again😩 i have an eren fic in the drafts

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in your opinion of curly and from how you write him and jimmy’s relationship. What do you think just keeps drawing curly back to jimmy weather it’s just seeing jimmy randomly or just curly lying saying that he’s not talking to jimmy what do you think keeps curly so attached to jimmy.

i think it’s the years of friendship that they’ve shared. i would imagine that jimmy is someone curly has been vulnerable with and confided in and vice versa. i write them as childhood friends and that curly’s family has seen jimmy’s hardships and so he feels this obligation to stay loyal to jimmy, even when jimmy isn’t being much of a friend himself.

i mean this man was willing to help jimmy when it came to him violating anya. he was jumping hoops to “mediate” the situation instead of doing the right thing and speaking up and using his power as captain. it took him being injured and his crew dying to realize that his friend was fucked but, hey, what do i know??🤷🏾‍♀️

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GOOD LUCK, CAPTAIN SIMS???

sim reader 😋 (or oc??? idk. i tried to find an r name that sounded like reader but gave up)

jimmy still up with his shenanigans 😭

curly and reader 😭🫶🏾

jimmy still on his shit😭 made him a whole sim to fall in love with and he’s talking to an npc

but it worked out in the end

anyway, i was gonna do a college au either reader, curly, and jimmy but i just remembered how much of a pain discovering university is, so i’ll do some domestic stuff once everyone gets their degree

but i can give some updates if anyone is interested lol 😭