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Close As Strangers

synopsis; he's been gone awhile, are things really still the same? (eren jeager x fem!reader) wc; 1,630

cw; angst, open ending but implied to be happy, modern college au, based on the titular song by 5sos, allusions to cheating but no actual cheating takes place, mentions of daily medication (reader has anxiety and adhd), mentions of drugs and alcohol, armin being the goat, mikasa is not a girl's girl, eren being down bad for his girl, no dialogue

a/n; i hit shuffle on my playlist then chose a random character that i thought would fit, have this and enjoy.

six weeks since i’ve been away,

and now you’re saying everything has changed.

and i’m afraid that i might be losing you.

eren left to study abroad six weeks ago, and while that isn’t long, things between you two already feel different. he answers your calls and texts less than usual, and you know that timezones exist, but the difference is only a few hours.

armin and marco try to comfort and assure you that there’s nothing to worry about, that eren’s just busy with the classes and the workload. it eases your mind for at least a few hours before the anxiety is back in full force and you begin to overthink again, especially since mikasa is also responding to the group less and less.

and every night that we spend alone,

it kills me thinking of you on your own.

and i wish i was back home next to you.

he doesn’t even know why he came to this party. the room around eren is hazy, smoke filters in the air as people take hits of the different items being passed around. vapes, pens, bongs, and pipes, eren has seen at least four different joints being shared. music plays loudly throughout the place, he lost track of mikasa the moment they stepped foot into the house. something about going to get a drink was whispered against his ear, his mind too focused on you back home.

he only took this trip because his dad had insisted, something about ‘being good for the soul to travel while you’re young’. eren didn’t care, he wanted to travel with you, and yet you were so far away. he had tried to get you to come with, your parents disapproval kept you from agreeing. his heart aches as he imagines you alone in bed right now, and he wants nothing more than to be laying next to you.

oh, everyday,

you feel a little bit further away.

and i don’t know what to say.

it’s been two months now, eren texts and calls every chance he gets. ever since the night of the party he can feel you growing more and more distant. he knows it’s because of what happened at the party, mikasa got too drunk and confessed that she was in love with him. he had immediately told you about it the next morning, and while he reassured you that he loves you and swore that nothing happened, your anxiety had you wound so tight that you skipped two days of class, to stress clean the entire apartment you shared with him and armin from top to bottom.

you stopped sending him good morning and good night texts, you’d barely give him updates throughout the day too. he has to rely on armin and the others to make sure you’re taking your meds. he doesn’t know what to say to help you feel better. it’d be easier if he was with you.

are we wasting time,

talking on a broken line?

telling you i haven’t seen your face in ages,

i feel like we’re as close as strangers.

your phone calls get shorter and shorter every time, eren can’t remember the last time you facetimed him to fall asleep. he hasn’t seen your face in so long and armin, bless him, tries to send eren pictures of you, but you’ve become less and less photogenic.

the last picture armin sent eren, made his breath hitch, and not in a good way. you looked as awful as he felt, your skin wasn’t the normal shade it always was, and he could tell you weren’t sleeping well. the circles and bags under your eyes told him, and armin confirmed it. eren knew it himself though, when he saw there was no life in your eyes. normally such a vivid and prominent color, they now looked dull and lifeless. if he was being honest, you looked like a stranger to him, and he felt like it too.

won’t give up,

even though it hurts so much.

every night i’m losing you in a thousand faces,

now it feels we’re as close as strangers.

you opened up to eren about how you were feeling around the two and a half month mark. you had called him on a friday night, the first you both had free in a while. the moment he answered you broke down crying about how you missed him and wanted him home. he sat with you on the phone, listening to you cry and get it off your chest before speaking up.

he told you that he loves you and that he’s not going to give up even if the distance is hurting both of you. he promised he’d be home as soon as he could, just a little bit longer. once you had calmed down, you began talking about other things. he tells you that he meets tons of new people everyday, and that the first thing he does when meeting somebody new, is tell them about you and how you’re waiting for him back at home. not being there with him makes you feel like a stranger.

late night calls and another text,

is this as good as we’re gonna get?

another timezone taking me away from you.

it’s been four months since eren left, you call late at night, later than you should be calling. and texts are scattered throughout the day when either of you have time, being left on read or delivered more often than not. things are as good as they’re going to get since you’re both so much busier now.

it’s hard to do much of anything with eren being hours ahead of you in a different timezone, it feels like he’s being taken away from you. he’s busy with classes or an activity by the time you wake up, and sleeping before you even get home.

living dreams in fluorescent lights,

while you and i are running out of time.

but you know that i’ll always wait for you.

your twenty-first birthday had fallen on a saturday, your friends had dragged you out to a club the night before. the loud music and flashing lights provided a good distraction for your anxious mind. the alcohol jean and reiner bought, along with the weed connie brought, had calmed your nerves enough for you to have fun and let loose for a while.

the next morning you woke up to a phone call from eren, wishing you a happy birthday. you talked for a bit but, eren could tell that your time on the phone was running out before you’d have to get ready to spend the day with your family. just before you hung up, he said that he’d wait for you to come home that night so you could facetime each other. he stayed true to his word and facetimed you as soon as you texted him that you were home. you fell asleep on the phone together that night.

on the phone,

i can tell that you wanna move on.

through the tears,

i can hear that i shouldn’t have gone.

every day gets harder to stay away from you.

four and a half months since eren left, you last spoke to him two weeks ago. it was a long phone call, one that had a lot of doubts and insecurities that led into an argument. he missed you just as much, but he could tell this was hurting you. at one point he asked if you wanted to break up, the question only made you cry harder.

you didn’t want to break up, you just wanted him home, and you had told him as such. he could hear the desperation in your voice and regretted ever leaving in the first place, he knew he shouldn’t have gone. it was getting harder to stay away and not go home to you. but soon he promised, just a little longer and he’d be home.

six months since i went away,

and i know everything has changed.

but tomorrow i’ll be coming back to you.

the day marks six months since eren left, the semester has ended and you’ve grown numb to him being gone. there’s a distance between you two, things have changed and everybody in the group can tell. they’re worried what it might mean for when eren comes home, truthfully you’re scared that things will end when he gets back. you love him and don’t want to lose him.

your last phone call was a couple days ago and he told you that he’d been home soon since the semester was over, he just wasn’t exactly sure when that’d be. you’re at lunch with the girls when your phone pings with a message from eren.

1 message from;

rennie 💚🗝️

i’m coming home tomorrow.

his shared location says he’s at the airport and you don’t even realize you’re crying until historia asks what’s wrong. sasha and the others eye you cautiously, worried that something happened. you tell them what eren said and they all smile brightly. ymir rolls her eyes and calls you dramatic, annie smiles and tells you she’s glad that you’re happy again. you message him back before finishing lunch with the girls.

to;

rennie 💚🗝️

can’t wait! i love you ❤️

it had been a long six months, but your boyfriend was finally coming home to you and you couldn’t wait to see him. even if you guys felt as close as strangers right now, you knew it wouldn’t be long before things were back to normal.

from;

rennie 💚🗝️

i love you too ❤️

and if there was one thing that eren learned from this experience, it was that he would never ever leave you again.

samm1e13 ©️ don’t use, copy, or steal my works

Hey Neighbour!

Synopsis: in which you and ex husband!Nanami were neighbours and some time has passed Warnings: angst but happy ending, not proofread Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3

જ⁀➴ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎

ask me why my heart’s inside my throat. i’ve never been in love, i’ve been alone. feels like i’ve been living life asleep. love’s so strong it makes me feel so weak.

⤷ bandit!ochako uraraka x fem knight!reader

as the prince’s bodyguard, you’ve grown accustomed to a life of quiet luxury and monotony. but when unease threatens to topple the kingdom’s fragile balance, you find yourself questioning just where your loyalties lie. you’re falling for the charming mage at the head of a growing revolution, but are you willing risk it all just to follow her into a new world…?

ㅤ♡ !ㅤ 1 ✦ rumors

ㅤ♡ !ㅤ 2 ✦ poison ivy

ㅤ♡ !ㅤ 3 ✦ say you love me

ㅤ♡ !ㅤ 4 ✦ monsters and men

ㅤ♡ !ㅤ 5 ✦ your only (coming soon)

series will contain mild mentions of fantasy-typical violence, reader and ochako are in their early/mid-twenties, reader is referred to by she/her pronouns

Hits them with the yuri beam again

────⋆⋅☆ Lust for love

ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʀᴀᴄᴇʀ!ᴏᴛᴏʏᴀ ᴇɪᴛᴀ ᴍɪɴɪ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

"𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ" - 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐

───⋆⋅☆

Pairing: Street racer!otoya x stripper!reader

Synopsis: Love isn’t real, not for a girl like you. And yet, when the cocky street racer in all black throws down a hundred grand at your feet, whispering, "Just one kiss, please," something in you wavers. You tell yourself he's insane. Who throws that kind of money away for nothing? he's a good-for-nothing playboy, and you're someone who desires true love. the two things that can never go together. You both should never be together.

Theme song: Lust by chase atlantic

Warning: Smut mdni, angst, drugs

Chapter index

1. Fell in lust 2. Chase 3. Full speed 4. Empty

Taglist: @chaoslibra @samm1e13 @syleepy @samthesimp1 @werfiedeii @sapphireluv @s4turnx1 @nevvynev @cyberheartrebel @vaelils @narcjsistx @arisaturn

A/n: i have nothing planned. just going with the flow. Might change the layout. Ik otoya isn't as popular as the other characters but his personality is so fitting for this that i had to. (this would do numbers if i posted it on ao3)

ꨄ︎Anglbunny | Do not copy, steal or translate my work and pngs. you'll be blocked.

[M.list] [Navigation] [bllk masterlist] [street racer!Otoya] [street racer!AU] [Stripper!reader]

in love with this omg the silly banter between them all ❤️❤️

♪ ༘⋆ drawn to you — t.todoroki smau

♪ ༘⋆ i. stranger danger iii. tbd

ii. shush boykissers (𝄞) m.list

you were already a pretty light sleeper under normal conditions, so it wasn't surprising that the loud creaking of the floorboards woke you up in the middle of the night. at first you just assumed, that tomura had gotten up to get himself a glass of water and were ready to go back to sleep without a second thought. but something didn't feel right. the steps felt heavier, too heavy for someone who had just rolled out of bed.

immediately your chest tightened. thoughts raced to your head about who the intruder could possibly be. one thought in particular clung to you, but you refused to let yourself entertain it. everything rational within you screamed for you to text tomura and get both of your asses out of here. and yet, not a second later you had hushed across your room to hear the intruder better. your ear was glued to the door, trying to make out any sound. 

there were only a few more creaks, followed by a heavy thud. the steps were a lot lighter now and the floorboards didn't creak anymore. it was safe to assume that the person had taken their shoes off. but why? if they had broken in, why would they bother taking their shoes off? you knew, you should be a lot more terrified, but for some reason you were just confused. 

a deep breath escaped your lips before you slowly pressed down the door handle. this was a stupid decision. you knew full well, that you should have probably run the other way the moment you had heard any type of noise. the smartest decision would have been to climb out the window and use the little ledge on the window sill to climb over to tomura's room and wake him up. instead you gently pushed the door open and stepped into the pitch black living room. 

you couldn't hear any steps. the sudden dead silence enveloped you like an eery, dark cloak. you had expected to see a figure move through the room, but there was none. there was no way you had imagined all of it, was there? from the door to your room, you could see the entire living room. to see the kitchen, though, you would have to round the corner, because the wall from the entry hallway that connected to the kitchen island blocked your view to it. there was a slight rustling sound again, followed by the fridge being opened? you'd never heard of people going through fridges, when breaking and entering, but in all fairness, in this economy, you couldn't blame them for trying. obviously they didn't know your brother well, though. if they did, they would know his fridge wasn't worth opening. there was never anything worthwhile in there, except for energy drinks, ice cream and half empty take-out containers if you were lucky.

"fuck's sake!" a deep voice hissed.

you were pretty sure now, that it was a guy, but you couldn't place the voice. that was much more relieving, that it should be, but a man you didn't know was very likely to be safer, than the ones you did know. still, you grabbed tomura's keys from the little bowl in the entry way – careful not to let the keychains dangle. you tiptoed over to the kitchen, the cold metal of the keys digging into your skin. you kept close to the wall, so he wouldn't see you, but by the time you reached the kitchen island, he was already walking back toward the living room. you could only hope, that he hadn't seen you yet. you pushed your body into the wall, as if that would make it swallow you. 

he stopped walking. you decided to take that second to try and at least make out some features. he was dressed so dark, that his frame almost entirely blended into the pitch black background. he was wearing a hooded jacket, hiding any feature you would have otherwise maybe seen, beneath it. his arm shifted, at least that's what you assumed it was, since your eyes still hadn't gotten used to the dark. that proved unnecessary a second after, because his elbow hit the light switch. the sudden shift in lighting momentarily blinded you and somehow turned off the alarm signals, that should have told you to get the fuck out of there.

"not running off this time?" you jumped back hearing the playful tone of his voice.

blinking a few times to get used to the very bright light, you stared up at him. when you recognized who he was, you felt both relief that he wasn't some psycho killer and a little annoyed that he had obviously noticed you a bit ago and messed with you for whatever reason. you had been right about him wearing all black, though. his thick hooded jacket covered his pitch black hair almost entirely. it didn't however cover the shit-eating grin, that he was staring down at you with.

"to be fair, you were a strange man in my brother's apartment." you crossed your arms in front of your chest. "and i was in a towel."

"fair enough." he laughed pulling the hood of his jacket down. 

even though you hadn't really looked at him, when you had bolted out of the room yesterday, you had seen his face a bunch online before. he had been everywhere together with the rest of lov, when their first single blew up. now that dabi's face was lit entirely, you could see the black ink snaking its way up his neck from below his jacket. there weren't any on his face, but he had more than enough piercings to make up for it. just from a quick glance you could see little silver balls adorning his right eyebrow, three more on the left side of his nose and he had snake bites. his black hair was tousled into every possible direction, sticking out in messy spikes. he was taller than you and a good bit broader, too, though that could just as well be the thickness of his jacket.

"didn't mean to wake you up, by the way." he unzipped his jacket and lazily dropped it onto the kitchen island. even though the hoodie that he was wearing under it was baggy and obviously intended to fit loosely, you could see the broad shoulders underneath it. the tattoos from his neck obviously continued under the collar of his hoodie.

"you're good." you smiled, awkwardly shifting your feet.

he just nodded and slumped onto the couch. you assumed that to have been the end of your conversation and where just about ready to leave, when he spoke up again. "i'm dabi by the way."

it was kind of funny that he felt the need to introduce himself, when you both knew, that you were aware who he was. maybe he just thought it was the polite thing to do. 

"y/n." you said quietly. you weren't sure if tomura had mentioned your name. himiko had told you earlier tonight, that tomura had never mentioned you, so you probably were right to introduce yourself. dabi just hummed, resting his feet on the coffee table next to three open cans of monster and the bag of chips tomura had opened sometime before you had moved in. his eyes turned to you again, looking at you, almost as if he was trying to remember something.

"wait, i know you." you furrowed your brows looking back at him. "didn't you say you didn't like lov on twitter bout a week ago?"

if only you had taken the advice of the smarter part of your brain and climbed out the window when you had the chance. you laughed awkwardly, wishing you could be anywhere but here – preferably somewhere six feet under ground. and not right in front of the bassist of the band, you had publicly claimed hating, even though it had been for a joke. the whole thing had blown up completely with their vicious fans literally blowing up your phone with hate comments and threats. you remembered vividly that somehow dabi, of all people, had found your post and even commented. tomura had found the entire thing hilarious, because of course he did. but he had never mentioned to dabi that the person who had made that viral post, was his sister.

"i didn't actually mean that." you choked out an awkward laugh. dabi's head tilted to the side. he stared at you so intensely now, as if he are genuinely curious about the explanation. you just then noticed how brightly blue his eyes were. which was only accented with the black color that was smudged all around his eyes. and it looked like he was wearing black mascara as well. "i honestly just wanted to mess with tomu. never expected that shit to blow up the way it did."

he looked at you for a good second, as if he was processing what you had just said. and then he just straight up snorted out a laugh.

"so what i'm hearing is you don't actually think we suck?" 

"didn't say that, did i?" you decided to be petty and mess with him a little. as payback for him messing with you earlier. 

from the way his eyebrow raised, you assumed that he hadn't expected that answer.

"wait for real?"

you just shrugged, trying your best to keep a straight face. he kept his bright eyes on you, trying to gauge your expression for any sign if you were being serious or not. he gave up a few seconds after.

"come on, you're killing me here."

you laughed seeing how invested he seemed to be. it was kind of nice to see, how serious he was taking this, especially since you know how much the band meant to your brother. you decided to make him suffer no longer.

"i'm kidding." it was funny to watch the actual relief on his face. "most of your stuff's actually really good."

"just most, huh?" he leaned back on the couch very quickly switching to his grin from before.

you stared at him with a deadpan expression, which of course, he found even more amusing.

"obviously not what i meant." you rolled your eyes.

dabi let out a soft chuckle, still actively amused by annoying you. even though, he was sure, that you weren't actually as annoyed as you tried to look. and he would've been right. "you have a favorite?" 

"hm?"

dabi grinned seeing your head tilt, not understanding what he wanted from you.

"favorite song, i mean." 

the question left you more stumped, than it probably should have. you had been honest with dabi, you really did like all of their music. both the heavier rock songs they played and the very few slower songs they had – even their covers were usually very nice to listen to. even though, tomura usually asked you for your opinion the moment, they released anything, you had never really been able to pick a clear favorite. though you had been able to give him an answer earlier, that was usually heavily influenced by the way you were feeling on that particular day.

"don't think i could pick that easily." you shrugged. "but i've been listening to blue from the new ep a lot."

something lit up in his eyes, when you said that. it was subtle enough, thought for you to not really register it as out of the ordinary. dabi just hummed in response, not commenting on your choice at all. silence befell the two of you. the realization hit, that it was probably well over four am in the morning and though, tomura had the ability to sleep through five fire alarms blaring at the same time and would not be woken up by the two of you just talking, you should probably sleep at some point, if you wanted to at least pretend to pay attention in your 8am class.

"i should probably head back." you said, already turning on your heel, when dabi stopped you.

"hold on." he got up from the couch and was now standing barely two feet away from you. "give me your number."

"huh?" you couldn't help but stare at him for a couple seconds. the surprise on your face was palpable and probably really obvious, but you had genuinely not expected him to say that. especially not as demanding as he did. he just smiled, completely ignoring how you had reacted, which you were sure he was doing purposefully. 

"you live here too, now. 's only fair, i give you a heads up when i'm coming over." he explained.

that made a lot of sense, actually. and it was really considerate of him. you quickly hushed into the kitchen and grabbed a little piece of paper from one of the cabinets. you quickly scribbled your number on it and handed it to him. he thanked you and haphazardly folded it before letting it slip into the side pocket of his pants. it didn't really occur to you, until then, that you had given an entirely strange guy your number, but you figured, that it wasn't that much of an issue, considering that tomura was close to him. 

"it was nice to meet you, dabi." you smiled at him. " good night."

"night, y/n."

♪ ༘⋆ backstage pass

⋆ everyone in the band is a boykisser.

⋆ himiko leans more to women, but she's had crushes on boys before (she just loves love).

⋆ touya is the only one of the guys to have had been with women before. though unlabelled, tomura and spinner have both only dated guys.

⋆ tomura will deny it, but him and touya have kissed before (on multiple occasions).

⋆ the band practices under the basement of the black wing, that keigo let's them use for free, since they play gigs in the bar for free and that brings in a lot of people

⋆ keigo actually hadn't intended of having y/n work a full shift, but she did well enough, that he decided to skip the trial shift and immediately hired her

⋆ rumi and y/n immediately clicked within ten minutes of working together. on that note, rumi spent about twenty minutes teaching y/n about the bar and the rest of the day relentlessly bullying keigo and bitching about shitty customers

⋆ himiko immediately forced both y/n and rumi to stop working when she and the band ( - dabi obviously) walked in, because she was so excited to meet tomura's sister.

⋆ they spent an hour getting to know each other and it would have been more, but spinner came up from the basement to drag her to practice

⋆ y/n had fully expected ochaco to leave, when her friends called her to go out for ice cream with her and had not at all expected to be invited. himiko tried sneaking out with them, when they went down to say bye to the band, but spinner caught her

⋆ ochaco calls all her female friends muses. she has a folder dedicated to each one, full of pictures she took (with consent ofc). himiko’s folder was already twice the size of the average when the two were still friends.

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ignore the timestamps

uhhh moot tag??? go crazy

katsuki’s bomb? no

bakugo’s flare? ehh

katsuki’s fuse?

kb’s aussie?

i suuuuck at coming up w cutesy nicknames

haiiii twinnn <<33 hachiware fs :333

twinnn haiiii ilyyy that’s so cute :33 <333

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