LOVE LOCKED,

roommate eren x f!reader 

**read the mini series masterlist here 

content warning: baby (LOL), porco + pieck softness, porco x y/n family feud, someone calls hitch a snitch, fight between u and eren :( 

an: sorry for da holdup. I was trying to map out how I want the rest of the things to go before I write the rest of the chapters but I think i’ve got most of it down. fun things in store :D and for the anons who are requesting scenes and dialogue for this story in the ask box….all in good time you guys. im taking very detailed notes keep it coming. 

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You lean over, pressing your fingers against the side of Ethan’s cheek, his breath ghosting against your hand. You swear he gets bigger every time you see him, his tiny hands huge compared to when you saw him last. Therapy is expensive, your best friend’s newborn baby is free. 

Porco’s big eyes, Pieck’s soft nose - the perfect mix of the two people you love the most. Something about him - his life being confined to Porco, Pieck, and occasionally you and Gabi- was soothing. He doesn’t have to worry about these things - about your friends ditching you, having a crush on your roommate, who is dating a girl you can’t help but hate. 

You hear Ethan’s breathing hitch in his sleep, the thought leaving your mind, as he turns over on his side to face you. His fingers are clutched around yours, his hold soft. You silently wonder what else he’ll inherit from them. Pieck’s smile, Porco’s ashy blonde hair, the distinct Galliard dimples. 

“Why are you staring at my kid like that?” 

You turn to find Porco glaring at you, his permanent ever annoyed look pressed on his face. He’s going to get wrinkles by the time he’s thirty. 

“Praying he doesn’t get your receding hairline, Galliard.” you whisper, your hand moving back to Ethan’s little tuft of hair. 

“I get you’re having some whole crisis thing but do you have to take it out on me? You’re freeloading in my house right now.”

At the sound of Porco’s voice, significantly louder than your quiet whispers, Ethan eyes immediately flutter open, his tiny little cries filling up the space of the room. 

“Good job, Pock. Now he’s crying.” 

“Shut up.” 

Porco rolls his eyes at you, reaching to take Ethan from the crib. He’s lifted him up, whispering soft coos into his ears as Pieck rushes in the room, her fingers swiping the tears off of Ethan’s cheeks. Sparkling black hair, soft smile - the same as when you met her. 

After a few minutes, Ethan calms down, his tiny little eyes fluttering back to sleep. You take him from Porco, who begrudgingly hands him over, and set him back down in his crib. You linger for a few seconds, your face pressed against his crib as you watch his listen to his breaths, his tiny chest moving up and down with each one. You only move when you’re forced to - by Pieck linking her arm with yours, leading you downstairs. 

“Who woke him up?” 

“Twerp.” 

“Pock.” 

You both turn to glare at each other, as Pieck hands you the plates to set at the table. You and Porco move around each other, shoving each other each time you pass by.  

“He’s trying to kick me out. After I so graciously dropped everything to come spend time with you guys. Babysat your kid for free.” 

“He’s your godson. You should have come sooner. And stop using my kid to run away from your problems, Y/N.” 

Three days ago, Eren told you that he thought the two of you were a mistake. That he was dating the girl who in all senses of the word was everything you weren’t and he had been. Off and on, for a while. Screw you for wanting to get away from that, be surrounded by two people who actually wanted you around.

You couldn’t face Eren. You couldn’t handle him making you breakfast in the morning, listening to the music you liked, brushing his hand against yours when he walked past you. So you decided you weren’t going to. Not until you had to. 

So you picked up your keys and drove two hours to Marley, to visit Porco and Pieck. And their five month old son, Ethan. Your godson. 

“Leave her alone, Porco.” 

Pieck squeezes your shoulder as the three of you settle into the table to eat. You can feel the tears rising to your eyes, the thought of returning and leaving the little bubble you were in for the past few days, to find Hitch and Eren in your apartment. 

“I just wanted to see you guys. You always made me feel better. Ethan too.” 

You look up to find Porco looking at you, his expression uncharacteristically soft. Somehow his annoyed face is better than this. 

“Hey. Want me to beat him up, twerp?” 

“You can’t hit a girl, Porco.”

“Clean out your earwax. I meant your roommate, but I can get Snitch if you want too. Pieck’s got real bony knuckles, I’m sure it would hurt.” 

“It’s Hitch, honey.” 

“Same thing. Who names their kid a verb?” 

“Pock, a lot of names are verbs. Like Bob or Sue.” 

“Being a smartass isn’t a good look on you babe.” 

You press the back of your hands against your cheek, wiping your tears off, as you laugh at Pieck and Porco’s bantering. You don’t miss the way Porco tangles his hand into hers, Porco raising Pieck’s hand to press a kiss to it to shut her up. You remember the first time he did it, on that stupid bench you met them on years ago. 

Pieck moved into the house across from you, when you were in the third grade. She was four years your senior, a very cool seventh grader. You distinctly remember her marching over to your yard, big black combat boots, right to where you were playing with Gabi. 

You saw her the next day at school, her ankles tangled over each other as she sat alone on the bench outside your classroom. Alone. You walked over, pushing yourself into the seat next to hers.

“Hi Pieck.” 

“Hey kid. Enjoying recess?” 

You nodded, playing with the ends of your hair as she looked down at you. Some part of her was always intimidating. Like she was ice cold. But the way she smiled was soft, the lines by her eyes spreading when she did. Contradicting, in every sense of the matter. 

“Yeah. Did you make any friends yet?” 

“Just one. His name’s Porco.” 

“Don’t you want more?” 

“Not really. He’s all I need. Him and you, of course.” 

You remember your heart swelling in your chest - the thought of a seventh grader, big and mighty, wanting to be friends with you. The two of you sat in silence, swinging the ends of your legs on the bench. 

You had always appreciated that about Pieck, even at eight years old - that the two of you could sit in the quiet, without having to say anything. Porco idled by a few minutes later, taking the seat directly next to Pieck. 

“Who’s the twerp?” 

“My friend, Porco. This is Y/N.” 

He nods, wordlessly splitting the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he had in half and handing one piece of it to Pieck. You never understood it, the gesture. Or when they started dating. You just remember one day, their hands were pressed together on the bench. They never let go after that. 

You’ve tried to make sense of it. At their wedding, right before Pieck walked down the aisle, you turned to Porco and asked him why he gave her half of his sandwich, sat with her on the bench, pressed his hand against hers. You figured he’d say something cheesy you can tell his ugly kids. 

“I just felt like I knew her forever. I saw her on the field, staring at the sky, and just wanted to be near her.” 

You still didn’t understand, but you nodded, turning your head back down the aisle that Pieck was going to walk down in a few seconds. 

“Don’t settle till you find that guy.” 

“Which one, Pock?” 

“The one who knows the second he meets you.” 

“You’re corny. I hope your vows are better than this.” 

And they were. You feel Pieck reach over the table, crushing your knuckles in her hand. You look up at the two of them, at the soft little life they live. Sweet tea in the summer, hands pressed together, no other people involved. Except for you, of course. 

“I’ll leave after dinner, guys. I should go back anyway. But I might come back the second I see him.” 

“I’ll leave the door open, kid.” 

“Thanks Pock.” 

You feel the tears welling up in your eyes, again, this time falling down your cheeks. The two of them get up from their chairs, their arms around yours.  You squeeze their arms, focusing on this sensation as you brace yourself for your return home. 

Therapy’s expensive, but violent threats and your best friends are free. 

- 

You jam your door into the key, making it back to Shiganshina a little close to midnight. You thank your stars for Eren’s soccer practices being early in the morning, which virtually guarantees he’ll already be fast asleep in his room. 

You swing the door open, flicking on the hallway light as you silently move around. You find that the apartment is slightly messier than usual, Eren’s things strewn all across the room. You leave for three days and he thinks he owns the place. 

As you move to put the dirty dishes in the sink, you hear Eren’s door swing open immediately, cursing yourself for choosing the loudest chore to complete. You should have just put his hoodies in the laundry or something. 

“Y/N?” 

His voice is hoarse, like he’s struggling to get the words out. You look up and find him inches away from you, his arms pressed into the chair. His green eyes are marked by a rim of pink, his shoulders slumped over. 

“Hey Eren.” 

He leans over, pressing his forehead against your shoulder and squeezing. His eyes are still half closed, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. You can smell his minty soap wafting off of him and lean back against the counter to distance yourself from it. 

“Am I imagining you or are you really here?” 

“Really here, Eren.” 

You feel his hands tense on your shoulders, his fingers lightly pushing into your skin. 

“I haven’t seen you in three days.” 

“I went to see Porco and Pieck for the weekend.” 

“It’s Tuesday. You could have at least let me know before you left.” 

You hum in acknowledgement, still rinsing the dishes in the sink. You try to focus on the sensation, the warm water splashing against your wrists and the cold plates against your hands. You try to ignore his words, each one leaving stinging, burning, agony in your chest. You’d run back to Porco and Pieck’s now if he wasn’t standing right there. Even the smell of him is petrifying. 

You feel him forehead get heavier on your shoulder, pushing farther into you. 

“I was worried about you.” 

Screw him. Screw him, his stupid words, his sweet smell, and his sad little face for making you feel this way. For wanting to reach forward and press yourself against him till he felt better. For him to wrap his arms around you, press featherlike kisses to your cheeks until you felt better too. You shrug him off, the movement making him stand up straight. 

“Sorry Eren.” 

“It’s okay. You wake up Porco and Pieck with your morning concert while you were there?” 

You clench the plate pressed in your hands so hard it shatters, the glass spreading across the length sink. 

“Screw you, Eren.”

“What?” 

“I’m so sick of you making fun of me all the time. If something I do annoys you, you should just tell me instead of making passive aggressive comments.” 

You watch the confusion spread across his face, as he leans over to take your hands out of your sink, where the shards were still lying against the drain. You pull your hands back, pressing them into your sides as you can feel your searing growing in your chest - in anger, irritation, hurt.

“Hey, what happened? You could never annoy me, peaches. I was just teasing you.” 

You shake your head, pressing the heels of your hands against your eyes. No. You were not going to cry in front of him. 

“Hey, hey. Talk to me. What happened?”

“You happened. I’m not something for you to laugh at Eren. I have feelings too, you know?” 

You push past him, swiping your things off the counter, and slamming your door shut behind you. You feel bad about it, leaving him there when he was just trying to comfort you. But that’s just the thing. The hand that burned you can’t make it better, can it?

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roommate eren x f!reader 

**find the mini-series masterlist here 

content: mentions of drinking, annie and jean are horny drunks, eren being a simp, touching ur thighs? idk, scars again, reader tries on clothes and gets frustrated so like that kinda, stranger things joke

an: ok I delayed letting things crash and burn so my moots who have finals can be happy for a few more days. ok enjoy bitches there’s more jealous eren where we’re coming from

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“Eren. Why are you…twitching?” 

You had been watching Eren for a better part of the last five minutes. The two of you were studying, your papers sprawled around the table as you finished up the last of your assignments. He seemed flighty, more than usual, like he was going to fall off of his chair any second. 

“I’m not twitching.” 

“Yes, you are. The entire table is shaking. Do you need to take a break or something?” 

You look up from your laptop again, Eren’s glasses perched at the top of his nose. You never known he wore them until a few days ago, when the two of you started studying together at home. 

“Can I try them on?” 

“What? Why?” 

“I just wanted to see if I look as cute as you do when you wear them.” 

You watch his cheeks turn a bright pink, as he very begrudgingly hands them over to you. You place them on the bridge of your nose, securing your hair behind your ears, and giving him a big smile. 

“Do I look cute?” 

“Yes. Very cute. Now give them back.” 

You twist them off your face, placing them back in Eren’s hands. 

“I’m lucky you don’t wear them all the time. I’ve got a whole thing for glasses, going on.” 

You try to ignore the fact that Eren has been wearing them ever since you said that.

He stops twitching and reaches in his bag while responding. 

“Ah. I just…have something for you.” 

You get up from your chair across from him, sliding into the one directly at his side. You hold out your hands in front of him, shaking your fingers at him to give it to you. 

“Okay. Hand it over, Yeager.” 

He places a small, white envelope with your name scribbled over the top into your palm. You give him a reassuring smile before sliding your fingers under the envelope, ripping it open. It’s a piece of paper with a green sticky note pressed on top. You run your hands over the sticky note, recognizing Eren’s handwriting immediately.

y/n. since you give me my own personal concert every morning when you take a shower, i figured id repay the favor and take you to a real one. 

You rip off the sticky note to find a concert ticket for the Monsoons, one of your favorite bands mind you, at the stadium in the city. You scan your eyes over the ticket, realizing Eren had bagged you floor seats for the concert, which was on Saturday. 

You look up at Eren, who was still nervously twitching in the seat next to you. You spring over the chairs, knocking both of you to the ground as you wrap your arms around him. You’re basically screaming at him - thanking him for getting you floor tickets, asking how much they were, that you needed to get an outfit. 

He sits up on the floor - where the two of you are still sitting after you knocked him down - and takes your hands into his. 

“Do you always knock people over when you’re excited or is it just me?” 

“Just you.” 

He rolls his eyes, prodding his fingers into your forehead, murmuring something about how ridiculous you are under his breath. 

“Plus. No one ever does stuff for me like this.” 

“What?” 

“Yeah. I think it’s the first time someone has ever surprised me with a gift or something I wanted.” 

“Well, that’s stupid. You can expect it from now on.” 

You press yourself into Eren’s chest, wrapping your arms around his again. You can feel your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so hard and your head pounding a little, the excitement of the moment finally catching up with you. 

- 

You groan in frustration, hanging the last dress you had picked out back on the rail as you swipe your shirt back over head. 

You had been trying on dresses for a better part of the last hour - trying to find a perfect one for the concert, which was tomorrow. You had no luck - the color was unflattering, showed off too much skin, didn’t fit right. 

You feel Eren rap his knuckles against the door, asking if you were done yet. You open the door, groaning at him. 

“That one was somehow the worst one.” 

“You didn’t even show me any of them. I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” 

You shake your head. That would be embarrassing. Not that you care much about that type of stuff - Eren has literally watched you parade around in your pajamas before but this was somehow different. You tried to avoid this situation altogether - Eren taking you dress shopping - but he was the only one who was free to give you a ride. 

Armin’s parents were in town, so Armin and Annie were immediately out of the picture. They’d still be joining you at the concert tomorrow, since Eren had bought them and Jean tickets as well. Jean had lacrosse practice so he couldn’t take you either. Not that Jean or Armin were better options, but they were better than Eren. It felt too vulnerable and personal to tell him any of this and you didn’t really want him to pity you either. But here he was, watching you drown in your frustrations. 

“This is so stupid. This is why I hate shopping, nothing ever looks right on me and I just end up irritated at the end of it.” 

Eren can see the frustration building up - by the way your shoulders are tensed up and your eyes are all pinched together. He can’t figure out how to fix it - he can’t really tell you that you’re his favorite thing to look at, that sometimes he can’t keep his eyes off you no matter how hard he tries, can he? 

“Can I pick one for you?” 

“What?” 

“A dress. Let me pick one out for you, it’ll take like five minutes.” 

“You can try. I’m sure it’ll still look stupid anyways though so don’t waste too much time.” 

He watches you slump onto the seat in the changing room before running out into the store, scattering the aisles to find the perfect dress for you. He’d done this hundreds of times - helped his mom, Mikasa, his brother, Armin - find the perfect clothes to wear. Some part of him found it relaxing, picking out the fabrics and looking at all the different colors. 

His mom looked best in neutrals - dark browns and creams. He thought it made her eyes look the best, her brown eyes sparkling gold in the sun. Mikasa was best in red, maroon specifically, and Armin always looked best in blue (which was a no-go, he does have blue eyes and all). 

But you? You’d look good in any color, in anything. He’s trying his best not to dismiss the way you’re feeling, after discarding all the dresses you had already tried on, but he’s positive you’d look great in any of them. He’d be able to say it too if you actually let him see you try them on. 

He settles for a light green slip dress, the neckline surrounded by embroidered lace work. He tries to ignore the thought of you slipping it on and rushes back to the dressing room to hand it to you. 

You’re still sitting on the bench where he left you, folding all of the other clothes you had tried on. He grabs your arms to pull you up, handing you the dress he had picked out. 

“Don’t be offended if I don’t end up getting it, okay? That’s more about me looking bad in it and less about what you picked.” 

“You’re not going to look bad in it. At least let me see when you try it on, okay?” 

“You know most guys hate this type of stuff.” 

“That’s not true. Armin does this with Annie all the time.” 

“Armin’s whipped for Annie though. He’d probably willingly run over coals, happily mind you, if she asked him to.” 

Eren watches you close the door to try the dress on and nearly panics. Oh god. You know. You have to know that he likes you. Why else would you make that comment about Armin and Annie, who are dating? 

“Um.” 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah, Ren. I just…can’t really get the zipper up.” 

“I can help you…if you want. If that’s okay. Or I can grab a girl to do it for you.”

“No, no. It’s okay. I don’t mind if you do it.” 

You slide the door open, signaling Eren to join you in the doorway. You turn around, swinging your hair over your shoulder, for Eren to zip up the dress. 

It’s in this moment that Eren silently thanks the gods for inventing zippers and putting them back at the back of dresses where people can’t reach them. He’s going to explode, right here and right now. 

He reaches down, slowly zipping it up while observing every little thing on your back - the freckles sprinkled all around, your soft skin against his knuckles, and your smell wafting in the air. Stupid fucking peach smell. This has to be some type of psychological Pavlov classical conditioning shit the way his heart pounds every time he smells it. 

“Do you like it, Y/N?” 

You turn around, smoothing down the fabric of the dress and turn towards Eren. He’s watching you through the mirror, your eyes fixed on your frame as you look at the dress. 

“Yes.” 

“Oh, thank god. I was actually going to have to strangle you if you disagreed with me on this one.” 

You reach forward, pulling him into your arms. 

“Thank you, Eren. You’re really sweet. I’m sorry for taking so long and getting so frustrated. I just hate this kind of stuff.” 

It’s Eren’s turn to feel his cheeks burn, using his hands to rub small circles into your back. 

“It’s okay. I know it’s not everyone’s thing. Mikasa and my mom are way worse, trust me. Don’t even get me started on how picky Jean is.” 

He feels the tangling in his chest settle at the sound of your laugh, your eyes beaming into his. 

“I used to like it at one point. Like picking out new clothes, making new outfits. But, I don’t know. Floch thought it was dumb sometimes so I kind of stopped.” 

“Floch?” 

“Oh, right. He’s the ex-boyfriend I told you about.” 

He reaches for your hand, running his fingers over the scar between your knuckles again. He had to fight the urge to not kiss your hand or kiss you every time he saw it, the anger rising in him at the thought of you being hurt like that. 

He settled for just running his fingers across it, every time it caught his eye - when you were watching a movie, handing him his keys before he left, saying goodnight. He’s not sure what he was trying to accomplish, if it even did anything, but you always smiled or squeezed his hand in return, so he never stopped. 

You immediately pull your hand back, holding it in your other one against your chest. Too much. This is too much. Eren picked out a dress for you, you told him about Floch, again, and you’re standing so close. 

“You okay? Did I do something?” 

“Yeah. No, you just make me nervous sometimes.” 

“Uh huh. And what is it that you think you do to me?” 

“Annoy you?” 

You watch his features press in frustration as he gets up off the wall, leaving your dressing room. 

“You’re impossible, kitty.” 

“Stop calling me kitty.” 

- 

Eren’s hands are shaking again, pulling back the zip of the dress. You have to be doing this on purpose. 

You look pretty. So, so pretty. Your hair is out of its usual loose bun, light waves pressed through your hair. The front pieces are braided back and he can’t help himself. He reaches forward, twisting the end of the braid in his fingers. 

“Does it look fine?” 

“It’s pretty. I like it.” 

He can’t breathe. He’s going to take you to a hundred concerts if it means doing this every time. He wants to run his fingers through your hair, watch your nimble fingers braid through them. And he wants to hug you, just so he can smell in that sweet, flowery perfume you sprayed on, in earnest. And your stupid freckles on your back- he wants to draw out constellations on them, see which part of the sky you’re walking around with everyday. 

“Ren. You good?”

“Ah, yeah. Sorry. Got distracted.” 

“By?” 

You swing around, your eyes peering into his. He’s not sure what you did, maybe the black around your eyes, but your eyes are prettier. Bigger. They’re glimmering. He can’t even look at you without panicking. 

“You have freckles. On your back.” 

He watches you twirl around, craning your neck to see them in the mirror. 

“It’s not a bad thing, Y/N. I like them.” 

He watches the smile spread across your face, as you reach into your drawers to finish off your makeup. He can’t help but watch you, mesmerized by different colors you were putting on your face. 

“Is this your first time watching someone do makeup?” 

“No. I’ve seen my mom do it a few times.” 

He sees you nod, turning back to press a light green glitter to your eyelids and then spreading some across the length of your collarbones.

“You’re almost done?” 

“Yeah, just two more things and then we can go meet them.” 

You pour out a small amount of concealer onto your hand, spreading it across your shoulder where your scar from falling off the bike was. 

You feel Eren reach for your fingers, stopping you before you can fully cover it up. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Just covering it up. It’ll just take a few seconds.” 

“No. I gathered that. I’m asking why.” 

He lets go of your hand, leaning over the counter as you sit there and think. Why do you cover it up? 

“Um. I’m not really sure. I guess I’ve just always done it.” 

“Well, don’t.” 

You stare at him, his face scrunched up in frustration. You watch his expression change, immediately back-tracking from what he just said. 

“I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean, you don’t have to. If you think people won’t like it. It’s normal, you know. We all have scars. And yours is nice. I mean, it’s not nice that you got it but I like it-“ 

You put your hands on his shoulders, squeezing twice which stops his talking all together. He sticks his forehead on your shoulder, resting against your frame. You can’t help but laugh. 

“Eren. Why are you…word vomiting today?” 

“You make me nervous.” 

Ah. 

“And what is it you think you do to me?” 

“Shut up. You’re not funny.” 

He lifts his head up, looking back at your eyes. You’re quite literally beaming at him and in this moment he swears you could be the sun.

“I’m already having fun. I appreciate you doing this for me. And I won’t cover up my scar, if you like it that much.” 

He nods, watching you rub your fingers into the leftover product on your hand. You both walk out of the bathroom, grabbing the last few things left on your counter. 

“Wait. I got you something.” 

He watches you hop into your room, coming back out with a nicely packaged green box. You hand it over to him, balancing on the balls of your feet as you watch him open the package. 

You watch his eyes widen as he pulls the silver chain out, twisting it in his fingertips. 

“You always wear your key necklace. I just thought it would be nice to get you another one. Since you got me very expensive concert tickets and all.” 

“You didn’t have to.” 

“I know that. I wanted to.” 

He smiles, holding open his arms to hug you. You happily oblige, pressing yourself against him. He leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head, before letting you go and holding out the chain for you. You can feel your brain malfunctioning - full on 404 error, rainbow pinwheel, nothing. 

“Can you help me put it on?” 

You nod. You can feel your fingers shaking, understanding why Eren was so distracted when he helped you with your dress. Well, you didn’t kiss him before so you’re at some unfair advantage. 

Some part of this feels too intimate, helping each other get ready, him watching you do your makeup, putting on his necklace - like you were a pair of lovers or something. 

You hook the latch, lightly tapping on his shoulder to signal you were done. The two of you lock up your apartment, walking down the hall to meet Armin, Jean, and Annie. 

“You kiss all your friends?” 

“Yeah. Armin loves my soft little pecks.” 

- 

“You come around here often?” 

“Shut up, Jean.” 

You can’t help but laugh at Annie and Eren’s quick retort. Some part of you thinks they practice it when you’re not around by the way it’s so perfectly in sync.  

“You two can stop pouting. I made the same joke about Armin earlier. I wouldn’t dream of bothering your precious Y/N or your sweet Armin, Annie.” 

Jean swings his arms around you and Armin, teasing Eren and Annie on. The five of you pile into the venue, scanning in all your tickets, and are immediately thrown off by how many people are there. You swore you were only there for five seconds but when you turn your head, the four of them are gone. 

You back out of the crowd, making your way to the benches to text them. 

to “jean stfu” 

you: why did you guys leave me behind,,,, ur so mean :(

armin: where did you go? we thought you were right behind us 

annie: were you holding on to anyone? 

you: no,,

jean: eren, start holding on to your girl or we’ll start doing it for you

eren removed jean from the group chat 

annie: add him back tomorrow. he’s doing too much. 

You feel a hand on your shoulder. Eren. 

“Were you planning on just standing there or following us?” 

“You guys just moved so fast! I literally turned my head and you were gone.” 

“Right. You’re almost literally in the same spot.” 

“Well, I was just looking for you guys.” 

He rolls his eyes, locking his fingers as he walks through the crowd with you this time. He’s holding you right against his frame, leading you in front of him so he can keep his eyes on you. He successfully gets you to where the three of them are standing. You gravitate towards Annie, taking the spot next to hers. 

“Find your girl?” 

“Yeah. She was where we left her, at the entrance.” 

You shift in your spot, craning your neck to see if you heard what you think you heard. Probably not. Right. Because why would Jean call you Eren’s girl? Again? And why would he not correct him? 

The five of you stand there for a few hours, screaming through the opener, and waiting for the show to start. You and Jean talk about how Eren used to be as a kid, you play rock paper scissors with Armin, and braid Annie’s hair while you wait. 

“Hey. Can we get drinks before it starts?” 

Armin nods. You go up to Eren, tapping on his shoulder and breaking him out of the very intense conversation he was having with Jean about something you couldn’t quite hear.

“Hey. Can I have my wallet? Armin and I are going to get drinks.” 

“Sure you’ll make it to the back without getting trampled? Do I need to carry you on my back?”

“Oh, shut up Ren. Wallet please.” 

He smiles, placing the wallet in your hand. You link hands with Armin, walking towards the back where the vendors were standing. The two of you break apart, Armin going to the vendor on the right and you heading to the one on the left. 

As you stand in the line, you look down and realize that Eren handed you his wallet and not yours. Asshole. You pull the cards out of his wallet, trying to shuffle for his credit card to buy the water. As you swipe through the cards, you find two polaroids tucked in the back pocket, pulling them out. 

The first one is a picture of a group of Eren and his friends. You can recognize Armin, Jean, and Mikasa, his childhood best friend that he had mentioned before. You wrack your mind, trying to remember if Eren or Armin ever mentioned that they grew up with Jean too. 

You focus on the other two people in the picture, the ones you can’t recognize. One is a girl, with short brown hair tied up into a ponytail at the top of her head. She has her arm swung around another guy, with short buzzed hair. You can identify Armin’s neat handwriting at the bottom, “the scouts” inscribed onto the polaroid. 

You tuck the photo back into the pocket, twisting the other one in your fingers to get a look at it. You drop it the second you flip it over, immediately crouching on the ground to find it. 

The polaroid is of you. You and Eren. You have your arms swung around his neck and you’re kissing his cheek. You run your fingers over the picture - trying to smudge the ink, flip it over for any words, find any explanation to when this picture was taken. You can’t even remember it. 

The girl in line behind you taps on your shoulder, signaling that it was my turn to go in the line. You tuck the picture back into the wallet, buying the waters and turning back to Annie. As the two of you link arms again, making your way back to the vendor, you can’t help but feel your head running at a million miles per hour. 

When did you guys take that picture? Why did you kiss his cheek? Why did he keep the picture in his wallet? Or not tell you?

You loop your arm with Armin’s again, the two of you bustling your way through the crowd back where you were standing. You hand the water bottles to Eren, Annie, and Jean, the latter of which mentions “he could kiss you two for this” which just pisses Eren and Annie even more. 

You make your way over to Eren, taking the spot next to him. He leans down, moving closer to you so you can hear him. 

“Hey. Having fun?” 

“Yeah.”

“That wasn’t very convincing.” 

“No really, I am.” 

He squints his eyes at you, before turning back to the stage. 

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

Before you can ask, the music starts blaring over you, the two of you thrown out of your thoughts as the music starts. That’s fine. You can settle for asking him later. 

The crowd gets closer around you, nearly shoving as you push to the stage. Before you can move out of the way, you feel Eren wrap his arms around you, stopping you from getting lost again. You look up, his head right next to yours. 

“Thanks.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

Towards the middle of the concert, a very tall group of people stands right in front of you. You shake Annie, who you had been holding hands with for a good part of the concert, the two of you rolling your eyes at them. 

Armin taps on her shoulder, lifting her up by swinging her legs around her shoulders. You look up, watching her laugh as she sticks her hands in Armin’s hair. 

You feel Jean reach for your shoulder, leaning his head near yours. 

“I can do that for you. If you want.” 

“I’m going to hurt you, Jean.” 

“I’m just kidding, Eren! You’re just so easy to mess with.” 

You turn to Eren, who’s still standing behind you. 

“Are you sure it’s okay?” 

“Yeah. Get on.” 

He bends down and you swing your legs over his shoulder, placing your hands in his air, as he lifts you up. You try to avoid the burning sensation of his hands resting on your thighs, thinking back to the time he touched them while the two of you were sitting on his bed, and focus on the music. You reach over and link hands with Annie in the air, the two of you singing to the music together. 

Eren avoids the burning sensation he’s feeling in his entire body from holding you like this. The ends of your dress are piled up near the top of your legs, which leaves just his hands touching just your thighs. He looks up, to find you entirely distracted, screaming the song with Annie. Probably fine then. 

The second the concert ends, Eren slowly sets you down, steadying you as your feet hit the ground. 

“You good?” 

“Yeah, thanks Ren.” 

Annie and Jean find their way next to the two of you, devious smiles pressed on their faces. They’re drunk. Not that you aren’t either, but they’re definitely worse than you. 

“Are you good, my sweet precious little Y/N?”

“Yeah, thank you Eren.” 

You laugh at their high pitched voices, the two of them mimicking you, as the five of you trudge out the crowd. 

“Shut up. You’re not funny. I’m going to hurt you, Annie.” 

“Shut up, Eren. That’s basically what you said to her.” 

“That wasn’t even close!” 

Jean swings his hand around your shoulder, leaning a majority of his weight on you as you leave the venue. 

“You can do way better.” 

“Way better for what?” 

“Then Eren! You know him - he’s all annoying and egotistical and shit.” 

“Not all the time! I feel like that was just at the beginning.” 

“If you were my roommate, we’d be dating already. Scratch that, married.” 

Eren’s going to kill Jean. Like actually. He’s been trailing behind the two of you, helping Armin drag Annie back to the car. He’s not even sure when Annie and Jean found time to drink during the concert, but here they are. Wasted. 

Does Jean think he doesn’t want to date you? Eren wants to date you. He wants to date you so bad. Press soft kisses to your hair when you wake up in the morning, sleep in your bed, watch you steal his clothes. He wants to date you. 

The second the five of you reach the car, you prop Jean and Annie against the car, wobbling in your stance. You grab onto Eren, as Armin starts attempts to shove Annie in the back of the car. 

Jean gets up off the car, placing his hands on your shoulders. 

“Nice scar.” 

You pale, forgetting that you had forgotten to cover it up since Eren asked you to. You grab the loose ends of your hair, brushing it over your shoulder. Eren catches you doing it and now he’s actually going to kill Jean. 

“Hey. Can you grab water from the people at the end there? Annie will probably vomit the second we start driving.” 

The second you walk away, it’s Eren’s turn to shove Jean in the car. 

“You’re pissing me off, Jean. Get in the fucking car and shut up.” 

“Mad your little girlfriend likes me?” 

“She doesn’t like you.” 

Annie sticks her head out the window, grabbing Eren’s face with her hands. 

“You’re an idiot. How do you know she doesn’t like Jean?” 

“Annie, my sweet. Get back in the car, yeah?”

How does he know that you don’t like Jean? Like he manifested you just by thinking about you, Eren feels you next to him again, leaning against his arm. The two of you are standing outside of the car, watching Annie fight with Jean over Armin. 

“Oh my god. They’re such horny drunks. Let’s leave while we still can.” 

You stick your head into the window of the car, wishing luck to Armin as Jean reaching up to lock his fingers with yours. 

“Marry me, Y/N?” 

“Okay, Jean. Sure.”  

You and Eren walk away from the car, Jean still moping in the front seat as you walk away. 

 -

You and Eren make your way back to the apartment - your feet, ears, head aching. The two of you are sluggish, basically drinking any water in the nearby proximity and hopping to the nearest chair. The two of you sit there, your heads leaning against the back of the couch as your exhaustion seeps in. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey.” 

“Tired, kitty?” 

“Ew. Yeah. Had a ton of fun though.”

Eren’s reeling. See, he had a plan. He was going to take you to the concert, bring you home, and kiss you. 

The truth is, he can’t really wait any longer. Every single thing you did was driving him crazy - every time he woke up next to you when he accidentally fell asleep in your bed, watching you come to all his games, buying him the necklace. He likes you. Too much. He has to do something about it. 

But now he’s not sure. Do you like Jean? Did he misread you and him all together? He knows that the two of you were friends - but he thought he was just like Armin to you. He feels your head plop on his shoulder, you settling your head on his frame. 

“You okay? I feel like I can see the steam coming off your head from thinking so hard.” 

“Yeah.” 

“What are you thinking about?”

“Do you like Jean?” 

You’re quiet. Too quiet. Oh god, you like Jean. Eren’s going to kill him. Or Armin, for introducing you. Or you, for liking him. 

“Would it bother you if I did?”

“Maybe, a little bit.” 

“Just a little?” 

“Okay, a lot.” 

You laugh, nuzzling your cheek into his. Idiot. 

“It would bother me too.” 

“What would?” 

“If you liked Jean.” 

The two of you laugh before sitting there in silence, pressed against each other, pondering over each other’s words. He doesn’t want you to like Jean. You don’t want him to like someone else. The two of you can settle for that, for tonight at least. 

“Do you have my wallet? You never gave it back.” 

The wallet. The picture. This is your chance to ask. 

You turn to face him, resting your hands on his biceps. 

“Eren.” 

“Kitty.” 

“Stop that.” 

He laughs, turning his head to the side as he does. 

“You’d tell me if I forgot something right? Like, if I did something weird while I was drunk, you would remind me?” 

“Yeah.” 

“You’re sure?” 

“Absolutely positive.” 

You pull the polaroid out, handing it to him.

“Papa. You lie.” 

He laughs at your joke, twisting the polaroid in his fingers. 

“Okay, Eleven. That’s enough. I totally forgot this was in my wallet when I handed it to you. Are you mad?” 

“No. I’m kind of sad, actually. I don’t even remember the first time I kissed you.” 

He leans over, his lips a few feet away from yours. His green eyes are glimmering, a look you can’t place in them. 

“Then do it again.” 

“What?” 

“If you can’t remember, then just do it again.” 

You stare at him for a few seconds, his eyes still staring into yours. He can’t be serious, can he? He does look serious. He’s still sitting across from you, leaning on the couch like he’s waiting for it. Like he’s waiting for you to kiss him.

You lean over, pressing yourself against his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. You lean forward, shakily mind you, and press a kiss to his cheek. 

The two of you stay like that, you in his lap and Eren smiling at you, for a few seconds. You can’t stand to look at his eyes, the thought of him looking at you embarrassing you. You dig your face into the crook of his neck, trying to hide your flushed cheeks. 

“All quiet now?” 

“What else do you want me to say? I just kissed your cheek. It’s your move, Eren.” 

You feel his fingers around the side of your face, lifting it up so he can get a good look at you. He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, smiling at you. 

“I want to kiss you. I want to kiss your sweet, perfect lips so badly you don’t even understand. But I have to do it the right way, okay? Think you can wait till tomorrow?” 

“What’s tomorrow?” 

“Just wait and see, silly girl.” 

You come to find out that tomorrow is not what you were hoping for. Not in the slightest. 

- 

"rin," you frown, still wobbling a little on the skateboard, "i can't do this."

"sure ya can, just gotta practice with me a little more, then ya'll be skatin' right along side me."

he attempts to unwrap his arms from you, but you grip him tightly, shaking your head.

you can feel your face burning as you lower your head.

"can you um... hold onto me for a while? i really don't wanna fall."

suna smirks widely.

"sure ya don't just want me to keep holdin' ya, baby?"

you hit his chest.

"rin," you glare up at him, "stop teasing me, i just don't want to fall, dickhead."

"yer so mean to me," suna fake pouts, but his arms stay still.

you take a deep breath and push away, but continue holding onto suna's hand.

"now just push off with yer foot there, yep just like that, ya got it. yer doing so good."

your tongue sticks out in concentration as you attempt to balance while still holding your boyfriend's hand.

for a split second your gliding along the pavement smoothly, then suddenly the board hits a crack and you're pitched forward.

you yelp loudly as suna grunts and stumbles to catch you, rolling over and falling unto his back instead. you land on top of him, fall completely cushioned.

"rin? rin are you okay?!"

"ow," he groans slightly, lifting his head up, "are ya hurt at all?"

"me?!" you shout, slightly panicked at seeing the bloody scrapes on his legs, "what about you?"

you roll off of him and stand up, checking over the rest of his body. suna sits up and inspects his legs.

"i'm fine, s' parta the job description."

"this isn't a job, dummy," your eyes are beginning to water, suna looks at you in shock and stands, cupping your face.

"hey, hey what's wrong, baby? what's got ya upset?"

"i- i hurt you, and i can't stand on the stupid- on the stupid board."

"trust me, i've been hurt way worse than this before, i can show you some of the x-rays later," he chuckles, you look up at him, eyes still a little teary.

"promise you're okay?"

"i promise... ya know what would make me feel a whole lot better though?"

"what?" you sniffle.

"kissin' yes pretty lips."

suna tips his head down and pulls you up into a kiss.

"did it work?" you ask, pulling away and smiling a little.

"can hardly feel it anymore, sweetie."

synopsis: you are his constant in a life shaped by an ever changing element. he wants you. but you are the most oblivious creature he has ever met.

tags: GN reader, merfolk au, merman atsumu, human reader, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, falling in love, courting behaviours, obliviousness, cultural differences, first kisses, getting together

wc: 3.5K

↱ written for the mermay collab hosted by the teahouse server ↲

As a child Atsumu never understood other finfolks fascination with humans, good or bad. Ma was never reluctant to explain, rather, he just didn’t care to ask. There were far more important things to do in the reef. Like hunting shelled crabs, riding the currents, and eating oysters so he could spit pearls at his brother's head until he gave chase.

But three moons before his twelfth birthday, he found you.

WHERE WE BELONG | kuroo x fem!reader

-> synopsis: absence makes the heart grow fonder

-> cw: NSFW, MDNI 18+, smut, lovemaking, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, creampie, lots of kissing, it’s emotional okay they’re in love >:(

-> wc: 1.7k

-> a/n: a repost cos i was thinking about this and him and yeah :( this was the first smut fic I ever published about a year ago so I changed it up a little out of sheer embarrassment over how bad it was 😀

The house feels larger each day, the rooms stretching around you and echoing your every footstep. Meals don’t taste as good and the bed is always so cold without him to keep you warm. There’s no chatter to fill the silence, no cackling to warm your heart, no arms that wrap around your waist when he comes from work. You miss his lips on your skin and the way his hair tickles your neck when he buries his face there and it's been far too long since you’ve felt the whisper of his breath over the shell of your ear.

Kuroo isn’t due back for another few days thanks to a special volleyball match he put together for the world to see. You’re proud of him, you really are, but you can’t help the ugly bitterness of resentment that rises like bile in your throat every time he hangs up the phone - because it’s just been too fucking long. Mentally, you curse his employers, the association, hell, you even curse his coworkers for not being competent enough to maybe take some of the weight of his shoulders. They’ve taken your husband far away from you, where you can only reach him by the stupid rectangular device currently sitting in your palm. 

But you know him. You know that he’s doing what he loves and you know that he’s happy doing it so you force yourself to push down your childish emotions each day and keep waiting.. Rereading his last text message for the third time, you heave a sigh, tossing it against the cushions of the sofa as you lean back and close your eyes. 

I miss you too, baby. I’ll be back before you know it. 

── eren knows you, he can deal with you; but sometimes, your obsessions can be too much, even for him.

content contains : nerdy!eren x dumb!gf so real, reader is needy and obsessed with eren, nsfw, unprotected sex, riding, dumbification, ‘just the tip’ moment, size kink kinda, slight cervix kissing, dick drunk reader & pussydrunk eren, creampie. wc: 2.2k. minors do not interact thanks <3

god, you’re annoying sometimes.

unfortunately, you can never seem to realize that your boyfriend is a busy person—or anyone, really, for that matter. it’s like you believe everyone is just as carefree as you; leaving things up to the ‘fate of the universe’ and ditching responsibilities to constantly hang out with eren, essentially leaving him to deal with your eccentricity and fixations.

and it comes as no surprise to learn that he just happens to be the latest one.

it’s different from your other ones—they were much easier. because he could simply just take you to the nearest parlour and buy you scoops and tubs of your favourite ice cream, or spend his latest internship check on your wardrobe and be done with it for a favourable amount of time. but with this? you’ve been as insatiable as they come.