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Y/n sat slumped over as she stared at her laptop computer that rested on her now numb thighs, she reviewed her answer to the assignment that nearly took her an entirety of six hours to complete. Once satisfied after making a few spelling corrections, the girl clicked submit and practically slammed her computer shut and tossed it onto the floor beside her rather small dorm bed. Exhausted she stretched, her now sore back out, hearing a couple crack and pops in the mix.
“Okay so maybe posture really is important.”
She mumbled to herself and slipped off the bed, wobbling like a newborn fawn taking its first steps to make her way to the bathroom outside of her room. She was sure she looked absolutely horrid and most likely lame, what college student would spend a friday night working on school work rather than going to a party held on campus somewhere?
“I guess I should have listened and took her invitation.”
Y/n spoke to herself as she entered the communal bathroom and relieved her bladder of all the coffee and tea that was in her system as a way to keep herself energetic and wide awake. Numerous times, her roommate made efforts to get Y/n to go to parties and meet her self-proclaimed interesting friends, yet everytime Y/n managed to find a way to decline the offer, oftentimes being too busy to have time to party or relax.
She exited the bathroom after washing her hands and headed back to her room, to curl up and read a good book or binge watch anime before her phone began to buzz on her nightstand. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she picked up her device, knowing that only one person could possibly be calling her phone at this time.
“Look I already know what you’re about to say and my answer is no, Sasha.”
Y/n spoke not giving the other person on the line the chance to speak, however the person on the line wasn't Sasha at all, much less a female.
“Are you, Sasha’s roommate? The name is Connie. Sorry to bother ya like this but, can you come get her. She’s absolutely out of it and while I have no problem taking her to my place. I got a job interview in the morning and I cannot take care of her tonight and I trust most of the bozos here about as far as I can throw them..”
His tone was warm yet slightly slurred, he definitely had alcohol in his system. Y/n sat quietly in her bed as she thought over her options, while she was certainly comfortable where she was at. Sasha wasn’t exactly the worst roommate, even if she did constantly eat everything that was in her line of sight. And it was true, Y/n did enjoy her company and she was almost certain if the roles were reversed Sasha would definitely come running ready to fight any perverts.
“Yeah I’m her roommate, text me the address.” She finally said after realizing Connie was still on the line awaiting an answer.
“You really are an angel like Sasha goes on about. Thank you so much. I’ll meet you at the door with her” He responded as he hung the phone up and quickly sent an address.
Y/n slipped out of her bed and headed over to her closet, pulling out large black sweatpants and sneakers, no point in dressing up since she’s only going to pick up her drunk roomie and leave. She kept her white tank top on and traded her shorts, for the sweatpants she pulled out, grabbed her keys, and stared at her hair in the mirror before deciding to just tie a bandana around her hair, a simple yet trendy style.
She exited her room and peered down at her phone, opting to walk since it was only ten minutes away from her dorm room. The crisp air tickled against her face as she walked down the sidewalk following the sound of loud music and bright lights. Once she arrived at her destination, she peered around seeing people sucking faces, grinding on each other, throwing up, practically everything but Sasha. Of course things could never just be that easy for her, she sighed in annoyance as she dug into her pocket to call Sasha’s phone only to realize her phone had died.
“Brilliant.”
This literally was just her luck at this point. Of course she was going to have to go in. Y/n frowned drearily as she made her way through the sea of drunk young adults and walked into the frat building, instantly being hit with bright lights and a scorching wave of heat. What was happening on the inside was much worse than the outside. Bodies to bodies and of course fluids to fluids. Gross. She averted her gaze slightly as she searched around looking for her idiot of a roommate, clearly looking out of place.
Her search was interrupted by someone tapping on her shoulder, Y/n turned to face the person who disturbed her and her face fell once she saw how large the male was. He was built like a greek god in her eyes, his stern eyes and toned chest with muscles that practically bulged out of his black t-shirt. His blond hair was messy and untamed yet he still managed to look stylish.
“Are you here alone?” His rather deep voice questioned as he looked down at her with red blotchy eyes.
He was high. Oh crap, he was high. Y/n backed away from him slightly as she made sure to keep her eyes down on his hands.
“No. I came here with my friends but thank you for asking. Now excuse me, let me go find them.”
Keep the friend anonymous and say there are multiple people, it's safer that way. She turned slightly ready to get away from him only to see his hand reaching out towards her. Y/n stiffened up as his hand got closer to her, however as quickly as it reached out, it was stopped instantly.
“Long time no see, ey Reiner?”
A smooth raspy voice called out holding onto the blonde’s wrist rather tightly, his deep turquoise eyes glancing from Reiner’s face to Y/n’s nervous looking one. He tilted his head slightly, a taunting look shining in his eyes as he gave his full attention to the bigger male, stepping in front of Y/n completely covering her from the sight of Reiner.
“You look kind of rough buddy. Berthold has been looking for you everywhere. You should probably go find him.”
While Y/n couldn’t see either of the males faces, it didn’t take a genius to hear and feel the hostile tension practically oozing off her savior and Reiner. Reiner’s voice said something that Y/n hadn’t really focused on listening to and just like that he jerked away from the other male and turned on his heel walking away, with a slight stumble.
Once he was completely out of sight, the male who had saved her turned and stared down at her with a blank expression, Y/n looked back at him finally getting a chance to see all of him. And wow, he certainly was attractive. He had long brunette hair pulled up in a half up, half down man bun, a sharp jawline with faint stubble, a slice in his eyebrow and the tattoo on his neck stood out the absolute most as she continued to stare.
He shoved his, now visibly tattooed, hand in his pocket as smiled at her slightly, as he peered down at the shorter female. His eyes drinking in her appearance greedily, whilst the corner of his mouth twitched and his sliced eyebrow raised up into a perfect arch.
“Well, don’t you look... comfortable.” He commented with a soft chuckle.
Y/n looked down at herself, suddenly remembering that she was clearly underdressed. A fleet feeling of embarrassment washed over her, before she remembered that she didn’t plan on coming here to party. Much less care what this college boy thought of her.
“Yeah well, I didn’t exactly have it on my agenda to come here and search for a quickie.” She retorted crossing her arms over her chest in annoyance.
“I believe you doll. Anyways since you didn’t come here for a ‘quickie’ what exactly are you here for?”
Y/n watched him make air quotations around the word “quickie” and rolled her eyes as she tried to remain unfazed by the way the word, doll, rolled off what looked like his pierced tongue. Obviously a guy like him had a tongue piercing. It just fit the image and persona that practically oozed off of him. An overly confident jock, that had more than enough one-nights to last him an entire lifetime. It was clear that avoiding him would only make her night even longer, and given the fact that he did “rescue” her from Reiner, talking to him was the least she could do, is what she convinced herself to believe.
“I’m here to pick up my drunk roommate, Sasha Blouse. A guy named Connie called me to come get her.”
The male furrowed his eyebrows as he seemed to be trying to rack his brain before he snapped his fingers recalling a memory that was pushed back in his mind.
“They left together like fifteen minutes ago. Connie got a call from some company and his interview was rescheduled for the afternoon and they just dipped together. He said he was gonna bounce and get her some food so she could sober up.”
Y/n felt her anger rise as she listened to the male in front of her, the one time she tried to be nice and make an effort to help her sloppy drunk roommate and of course it ended up with her looking like the moron.
“Oh.” She said coldly, turning on her heel immediately heading for the entrance, only to be grabbed by the male, stopping her in her tracks.
“So you’re gonna just leave like that? I don’t get to know your name? That's not exactly polite.” He hummed letting go of her wrist quickly as he had grabbed it placing his hand back into his pocket.
“If Sasha is safe, that's all that matters. That's all I came here for so I’m gonna head back to my room.”
“..Wow. Okay let me drive you home then.” He spoke after a while of thinking to himself.
“No thanks, I don't know you. Besides it isn’t a long walk.” Y/n said curtly shooting the idea down immediately.
“But the temperature is dropping and you aren’t exactly dressed for cool weather. Plus you’d be walking alone at midnight. My parents raised a gentleman, I wouldn't sleep well not knowing if you got to your room safe.”
Y/n sighed tiredly realizing he was right, it was safer to go with someone rather than walk back alone. She bit her bottom lip and nodded quietly, before sternly looking at him.
“Fine take me right to my dorm, but if you don’t, I’ll scream bloody murder and kick you in the balls.”
He laughed wholeheartedly as he nodded in response to her, the sound feeling her ears being oddly euphoric, as if she had heard the perfect song, for the first time. He told her to wait for him while he grabbed his keys and a coat. Once they both were outside, he led her to a rather nice looking all black sports car, midnight black audi r8 v10 to be specific, no doubt bought by his parents.
He walked over to the passenger side and opened the door for her, giving Y/n a better look at the tattoo on his hand, a large stemless wilting rose with a small phrase written on one of the petals she couldn't quite make out. She slipped into the car listening to the door close behind her as she watched him walk around to the other side and get in as well.
Y/n placed her hands in her lap and fiddled with her dead phone, she had pulled out of her pocket. With the simple push of a button, the car roared to life and purred as he packed out of his parking spot and pulled out of the dorm complex all together, turning down the alley completely opposite to the way of her dorm.
She stiffened up and whipped her head to him prepared to yell in rage only to let out a soft squeak as his right hand slid over the gear stick and rested on the thigh, his thumb tracing over the fabric of her sweatpants.
“Relax beautiful, I just want to show you something. You look beyond stress. I’m trying to help.” He said smoothly as he glanced at her, his eyes practically gleaming under the passing streetlights, before they focused back on the road.
Y/n didn’t trust herself to speak, not knowing whether or not she should remove his hand before settling back into her seat, she opted to relax, after-all it had been a rather long time since she just took time to unwind.
“Good girl.” He mumbled softly, not making an effort to move his palm as his left hand tightened around the steering wheel, the veins flexing slightly as his hand turned the wheel effortlessly guiding his car into the gas station.
“All right, first stop. Grab whatever you want.”
He turned the car off and rather quickly undid his seatbelt, slid out of the car, and walked over to the passenger side, opening the door for her as well. She trailed behind him walking into the gas station, watching him head for snacks and drinks. Y/n stared off into space before deciding to grab snacks as well, since she had forgotten to eat earlier, she might as well take up his offer. Free food was hard to come by for a broke college student, after all.
“Yo, you ready?”
His voice called out to her as he held a handful of chips, candy, cakes, and drinks. She nodded after grabbing pecan ice-cream and lays potato chips, with a sprite to wash it down later. They made their way to the register and before she could even process it, her male companion managed to pay for everything and once again they were back in his car on the road.
“Any other stops before you take me home?” Y/n asked, crossing her arms, not being able to take the silence anymore.
“Two more and then I’ll return you to your room, princess. Scouts honor.” He replied not missing a beat.
“Don’t call me that.” Y/n frowned as she shot a glare at him.
“Mm so Doll or Beautiful. Got it.” He hummed as he pulled into another parking spot, in front of a shop, she didn’t exactly recognize.
“Wait here. I’ll be back.” He said not giving Y/n a chance to argue or voice an opinion.
The girl sighed and rubbed her strained eyes as she watched his figure disappear into the building. God, what was she doing exactly? This was a total stranger, nothing about this was a good idea, and yet.. She was oddly enjoying herself. Despite them not doing anything at all. Just chilling enjoying a night drive, and here she was enjoying every second of it. But again, a major con was she had no idea who he was. Hell, she didn’t even know his name yet.
She watched the building door open and her companion walked out with a small black bag, and a rather large smile on his face, as he made his way back to the car with a quick little jog. He entered the car and set the bag down in the arm compartment before backing out and pulling off again. This time the drive lasted longer than the rest of the little stops, Y/n watched the streetlights and signs pass by as they made their way to the outskirts of the city limits.
“Here we are.”
He voiced as he parked the car near an abandoned bridge, he turned off the engine but connected his bluetooth to his speaker and turned the volume up to a song he seemed to really enjoy. Y/n’s ears perked up in recognition of the song, A long walk by Jill Scott, she turned to him in awe as she watched him pull his seat back, crack his window slightly, and dig through the little black bag, revealing a blunt.
“You like this song?” Y/n questioned as she pulled her seat back as well pulling her snacks out.
“Yeah the vibes are chill when I’m out of it. Jill Scott’s vocals are just soothing, ya know.” He pressed his purchase against his lips and lit it, taking a slow long puff before sighing in relaxation.
“Yeah, my mom listened to this song often. I grew up on it.” She smiled fondly recalling the memory as she dipped her chips into the now slightly melted ice-cream.
“Oh are you trying to open up to me, Doll?” He chuckled, turning to face her.
“Shut up. I’m being polite because you bought me food.”
“Ouch. And here I thought you were warming up to me.” He faked an expression of hurt as yet another song Y/n recognized played in the background, Mary Jane (All Night Long) by Mary J Blige.
“Okay. Your music taste is actually good. I am honestly amazed.” Y/n giggled slightly at his joke.
“What do you take me for? I pride myself on knowing I have godlike music taste.” He placed a hand over his heart dramatically before taking another dragged out puff blowing smoke through his nose.
“I dunno. I figured guys like you listen to trash rap because it makes you seem cool.” She shrugged and answered honestly, staring at the way he inhaled and exhaled the smoke.
“Yeah well I’m not like other guys.” Was all he said as his eyes slowly began to have a hazed look in them.
“Oh yeah? What makes you think that? You literally belong to a fraternity.”
“I have actual hopes and dreams. I don’t want to just be just a college hasbeen who is only known for their college highlights. I plan to make an actual difference in the world.” He said passionately, taking yet another quick puff.
“Or something like that. What about you, beautiful?” He grinned lazily, his eyes fully red now.
“Me? Well my major is Criminal Justice, I’ve been studying to become a CSI. So I guess you could say, I just have a passion to help as many people as I can, even if it was too late for one person. I want to atleast make an effort to help their family get the justice they deserve.” Y/n explained not realizing how intensively, he had been watching her speak about her passion.
“Well I don’t know if it's obvious, but I’m an Art major and I play for our school’s soccer team.”
“I figured you were a jock. But artistic is a nice surprise.” Y/n answered honestly as she turned completely on her side watching him.
“Ah so we got ourselves a nice little profiler.” He teased moving closer to her, passing the girl the blunt that he took too many puffs of to remember.
“Criminal justice, remember?” She responded with a grin to match his, as she took it from him and took a short puff holding back a cough as her eyes watered slightly.
After that first puff, Y/n lost track of time, the two practically talked about everything and yet nothing all at the same time, just enjoying each other's company. Once her high began to come down, she realized they were parked in front of her dorm complex. Another R&B song played in the background, yet Y/n couldn’t get her mind to focus on it long enough to recognize it. Her eyes kept finding their way back to the male beside her, whose cheeks were a light shade and his eyes were completely hazed out. He was even more attractive right now, than he was when sober.
“See something you like?” He teased with a husky tone, while glancing at her.
“Yes.” Y/n answered breathlessly
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, beautiful.” He warned sternly as he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car, opening the door for her as well, yet again.
Y/n led the way to her room biting her lip, hoping that her RA didn’t decide to do their usual nightly rounds. Luckily, this time the universe was on her side. Y/n made it to her room without a hitch, she paused at her door as she unlocked the door turning to face the man behind her. She opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by his lip pressing against hers. A gasp escaped her mouth and that was enough for him to slip his pierced tongue into her mouth, rubbing the cool ball against the cavern of her mouth. Y/n gripped his shoulders tightly and leaned into him, her mind rushing but with no real thoughts at all. But just as quick as it happened, the feeling of his lips were gone.
“Have a nice night, beautiful.” He smirked lightly as saliva dripped from his bottom lip, his tongue darted out licking away the excess saliva.
He turned and walked away from her with a small curt wave before pausing and looking over his shoulder. That same taunting smile on his face, as he spoke his last words to her for the night.
“The name’s Eren Yaeger.” And with that he walked away from her into the night.