#Ronnie Headcanons

[seeingivy]

ahhh congrats on 1K!! you deserve it all :D

for your concert, may I suggest got my mind set on you for eren with a friends to lovers type trope? like maybe eren has a bit of a past as a fuckboy and realizes now that he's in love with his friend. she doesn't believe him given his history, so he is determined to woo her, but really he just needs to show her that he's serious about her (because she has already loved him this whole time hehe). OR whatever you want to do!!

got my mind set on you

eren x f!reader

**part of my debut concert event

content: drinking, reader gets her periods and leaks on her sheets, eren is a manwhore, hitch is a hater, jean and marco are masterminds

an: thank you sweet sweet anon! you deserve all the love in the world. I hope you like it <333

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“Y/N. White wife-beater or black wife-beater?” 

You peek up from the top of your textbook to glare at him and he has that stupid, stupid grin on his face. The one he uses to get anything he wants. 

“Man. At this point you’re just trying to sound like an asshole.” mutters Jean, taking Armin’s pillow and smacking it straight into his face. 

Mikasa and Armin laugh in response, agreeing as Eren makes his way over to you, flopping on his bed next to you. He’s leaning directly into your space, that musky cologne enveloping your nose as he starts talking. 

“Y/N.” 

“Eren.” 

“Black or white?” 

“Ass or face?” 

“What?” 

“Do you want me to punch you in the ass or in the face?” 

He laughs as he bends over, sticking the aforementioned ass into your space as he knocks your textbook out of your hands and you push him away. And you try to fight the smile trying to make its way on to your face, trying to feign as much anger as you can. 

But you can’t be mad at Eren. You can’t be anything but a jumbled mess of feelings at Eren lately. 

When you moved to college, you were looking forward to getting a fresh start from the town that you grew up in. Not that it was ever a bad place but it was never really a good place either. And you were ready to let it all go, to move away from your parents, to find out who you were. 

And just your luck, the one boy from your highschool going to the same college as you ends up in your orientation group and never leaves you alone after that. Dragging you to random club meetings for free food, taking you to mixers that your RA hosted, trying to sneak into frat parties together. 

At some point, you were just always together. And maybe some small part of you really liked having him around. That he wanted to be your best friend, told you all the little inner workings of his mind instead of someone else. That he thinks the Loch Ness Monster is made up, that he likes the Twilight movie soundtracks a little bit too much, that he loves mystery books. 

And he’s dorky - snorts when he laughs too hard, can’t drink beer without spilling it all over his shirt, and is so weirdly passionate about these little sea animals that he’s spending the entire summer doing an internship at the marine biology research lab at your university. 

But he’s also sweet - trying to memorize all the little facts about you, picking you up from class as a habit, telling you that you’re prettier than some shit guy who won’t come by. 

He’s your friend. Your sweet, secret little dorky friend. No one looks at you. But no one looks at him either. Maybe you guys only look at each other. 

Except when you come back from the summer, his dork is replaced with…charm. Charisma, an appeal, a magnetism. And maybe he was always really charming, but no one paid attention to it. It was just for you. 

But now they do - because he’s grown out his soft brown hair into this sunkissed loose man bun and spending all summer swimming in tidepools has defined his muscles. Because he was always gangly and a little awkward but one summer has him looking fit, in all the right places. 

That’s when it starts raining on your parade. Because when you and Eren go to parties, you’re talking to him less and the girl who's drunk and throwing up in the bathroom more. He’s too busy talking to the pretty girls, twirling their locks of hair in his hands and batting his pretty eyelashes at them. 

And he still picks you up from class with an iced coffee in hand, except the barista scribbled her name over your cup because she wants Eren to call her later. And you know Eren leans into it, because this newfound attention only gives him confidence to show off more. 

To tell girls about the creepy little slugs he spent all summer looking for so they can coo over how cute it is that he cares, to show off those ridiculously defined muscles, to gleam at people the way he does. 

You’re interrupted by your train of thought as Historia, the girl Eren met at a club meeting knocks on the door, shining sunlight at Eren as she smiles at him. And when he flicks the top of your forehead and stands up to press a kiss to her cheek and run out with her, you stick your face back into your textbook. 

And pretend it doesn’t sting. 

You peer over your notebook again to find Jean hanging upside down on the bunk, his eyes staring into yours. 

“Hi Y/N.” 

“Hi Jean. The blood is rushing to your head. You look like an overly ripe tomato.” 

He laughs as he flops off the bunk and next to you, leaning his head in to read your textbook. 

“A tort is a civil law that causes a claimant to suffer loss or….this shit is so fucking boring.” 

He snatches the textbook away from your clutches and flings it off the bed, giving an innocent smile as he does. 

“I was reading that.” 

“And now you’re not!” 

“Do you want something from me, Jean?” 

“Yeah. Let’s go on a date.” 

“You have a boyfriend.” 

“Yeah. It was his idea.” 

He pulls you up by the wrists as you both shuffle out of Armin and Eren’s dorm room, giving half-hearted goodbyes to Mikasa and Armin as he dragged you back to your hal. Trying to convince you to go on a date with him. 

“No.” 

“Listen. You make this mopey sad face whenever he brings a girl around. It’s really ugly.” 

“Thanks, Jean. You’re such a gentleman.” 

He pinches the bridge of his nose as he swings your door open, the two of you flopping onto your bed. 

“I just mean- I hate that you wait around for him. And Marco does too. I think it would be nice. For me to take you out, to make you feel special, to remind you that you don’t have to hopelessly pine over that idiot and wait for him to look at you back.” 

“Jean, I just-” 

He stands up, locking his fingers with yours, as he tries to use his boyish charm on you. And it’s entirely different from Eren’s. Where Eren oozes pure charisma, like you can’t help but give in because you just want to know what he’s getting at. 

Jean’s charm is more…boyish. Innocent. Because he’s smiling at you, all soft and genuine. Like you want to give in because you know he means well. It’s sweet. So you agree.

--

“Eren.” 

“Hm?” 

“Pink dress or white skirt?” 

You hold up the options as Eren looks at you for the first time - even though he’s been in your dorm for the past three hours texting Historia in your bed - and squints at you. 

“Are you wearing makeup?” 

“Yeah. I’m going on a date.” 

He stands up, placing his hands on your cheek as he moves your face around in the air, taking in the product on your face. A soft glitter on your eyelids, black around your eyes that makes your eyes look infinitely bigger, and soft pink on the tops of your cheeks. 

“With who?” 

“Well, Jean for now. But it’s practice before I start going on real dates you know?” 

“You’re going on dates? Why?” 

You roll your eyes as you turn back in the mirror, holding up the options to your frame as you weigh what to wear. 

“Because. I want to get out there and I’m like…deeply touch starved or whatever. I just want someone told hold me or something. And it feels weird to do it cold turkey so Jean’s taking me.” 

“You could have asked me. I could take you.” 

You roll your eyes as you push past him, reaching for your flowery perfume that you spray on for special occasions. Eren’s leaning against your bedpost, his eyes scrunched up in frustration that for some reason is really annoying you. 

“You have a girlfriend.” 

“Hisu’s not my girlfriend. We’re just talking.” 

“Okay, yeah. Same thing.” 

“Jean has a boyfriend.” 

“This was Marco’s idea, Eren. He’s not going to care if I actually go on it and I think he’s probably the one who bought the flowers Jean’s going to bring me.” 

You hold the two options up in the air again, boring your eyes into Eren’s as you gesture for him to respond again. 

“I’m not picking.” 

“I literally pick your date outfits for you all the time. You could pick for me.” 

And Eren mutters something that sounds like pink under his breath which you smile brightly at as you duck into your closet to slip the dress on. And when it’s all fresh and pressed against your skin, there’s a knock on your door and a very smiley Jean waiting for you. 

As you predicted, he’s holding a pretty bouquet of pink flowers in his hand, wearing a nice buttoned up shirt as opposed to his usual lame t-shirts. 

“Hi. Don’t you look pretty?” 

He reaches for your wrist and lifts your hand up to spin you around, the pleats of your dress whooshing in the air and a stupid laugh falling out of your lips. 

“Jean. You’re laying it on a little thick there.” 

He shakes his head dismissively as he places the bouquet on your desk, giving a small nod to Eren as he walks back to you, pinching the side of your cheek. 

“You’re getting the full Jean Kirschtein experience. I have to set the bar high so you don’t settle for a whole idiot or anything.” 

And Eren watches you and he hates it. That he has this angry, green little monster simmering in his chest. That you’re smiling at Jean, that he’s taking you on a date to set your standards, that you’re wearing a pretty dress and laughing with someone who isn’t him. 

And he knows it’s wrong. That he has no right to be jealous when he’s talked to other girls ever since the summer ended while you’ve remained steadfast and true. And it wasn’t like you were staying true to him because Eren’s positive that you don’t feel that obligation, that loyalty to him, but some part of him feels like you do. Or wishes that you do. 

But suddenly…he’s feeling it for you. That he shouldn’t be with anyone but you, that he’s the person who should be taking you on cute dates, twirling you around in pretty dresses, having you spread glitter all over your face for him. 

Eren texts Historia as he watches you and Jean duck out the door. 

“Uh huh, Kirschtein. I’m sure this is gonna be the best date of my life.”

“That’s a promise, baby girl.” 

“Ew. Baby girl?” 

“Do you prefer sweetheart instead?” 

“You’re so fucking corny, Jean.”  

And when the door closes, he sends the text. 

I want to see other people. Sorry Hisu.  

--

You return from your date with Jean to find Eren slumped over in your bed, typing away on his laptop. Your roommate, Hitch, is glaring bloody murder at you as she flits her eyes over to his direction. 

“Eren.” 

“Ah. You’re back. How was it?” 

“What are you doing in my room? I left hours ago.” 

“Just wanted to see you when you got back. And I was spending time with my best friend, Hitch. She’s just so riveting to talk to and I just love her so much.” 

She throws her portable fan at his head, which he catches before it makes contact and then throws it back at her.

“I’ll walk you back to yours, Eren. And you’re buying Hitch coffee as an apology.” 

He rolls his eyes as he grabs his bag, blowing fake kisses to Hitch as she flips him off. You’re both trodding through the hall, the building quiet. It’s Friday night. Everyone’s partying. 

“Didn’t want to party tonight, Eren?” 

“Nah. Didn’t feel like it. How was your date?” 

You smile as you twiddle with your fingers. 

It was nice. To feel special, to have someone tell you that you were pretty. And sure he didn’t mean it in that way and it was entirely platonic, but it was nice to have someone look at you. Who wants to make you feel special, try to coax you into doing things you don’t usually do. 

And you’re positive it’ll feel even better when the feelings are reciprocated. 

“Really nice, Eren. I’m excited to…meet people. Date them. Have someone make me feel special, tell me I’m pretty.” 

“You’re pretty.” 

You look over to find Eren’s cheeks burning pink, the tips of his ears red as he avoids eye contact with you. 

“Thank you?” 

“Ye-yeah. Sure.” 

You make it to Eren’s door and he swings the door open, dragging you in by the wrist. From the looks of it, Armin’s not home, Eren’s desk light flickering on the desk. He drags you to his bed, the two of you sitting on his plush duvet. 

“Eren. I was just walking you here. I’m kind of tired from the painting.” 

“You went painting?” 

“Yeah. It was like a pottery type thing. We picked out mugs and just painted on them. Talked about stuff. Shared an ice cream together after. Jean and Marco gave me very sweet kisses on the cheek when I dropped him back off to his dorm.” 

Eren pushes his hand through his hair as he asks, the question making the air in his throat burn. 

“Ah. Would you ever…go on a date with me?” 

And you laugh. Quite literally laugh, because he cannot be serious. 

“God, Eren. Don’t be a cliche right now.” 

“What?” 

“You see your best friend go on a date with another guy and suddenly you’re interested in her. It’s like every corny rom-com.” 

You lean forward, pinching the plush of his cheek. 

“You just want what you can’t have, Eren. I’ve been waiting for you to notice me for two years. And of course, you only look at me when you can’t have me.” 

“Wait, but I-” 

“Eren. I want someone who makes me feel special. And you’ve always been special to me, but I want to be special to someone too. Let’s not make our friendship weird. And hey, maybe we can actually be equals this time.” 

“Equals?” 

“Two people who care about each other the same amount. Not one person hopelessly pining over the other.” 

You give his cheek one last pinch as you pad out his door, giving him a smile before you slam the door shut. 

--

The next morning, Eren’s standing outside your Civil Law lecture with a coffee in hand. And a shy smile pressed across his face. 

“Good morning, Y/N.” 

“Hi Eren.” 

Despite your admission of your feelings and your swift rejection of Eren, he’s still standing here. And you were expecting it, because you know that Eren wasn’t really saying any of that in earnest. And it’s nice to admit your feelings, as a way of letting them go before you give in and like someone else. 

You take the cup from his hand and shove the much needed caffeine into your mouth, the two of you strolling to your next class. You look over to find Eren with a pinched look on his face, like he’s constipated. 

“Eren.” 

“Hm?” 

“Cat got your tongue? What’s wrong with you?” 

“You didn’t…look at the cup.” 

You look back down at the cup to find handwriting scribbled on it in green sharpie. 

you look pretty today, sweet girl 

You laugh, holding it up in the air. 

“No way. The barista called you a sweet girl? It’s that long ass hobo hair you have.” 

“What? That wasn’t the barista, that was me!” 

“You wrote on the cup? Why?” 

“For you, stupid! I’m trying to romance you.” 

You spit the coffee straight into your cup, looking back down at the cup again. And holy shit he’s right - the way the g is looped and the writing is slanted, it really is Eren’s handwriting. 

“Eren.” 

“What?” 

“It’s cute. But you’re going to do it for like one week. And then get bored of waiting and see some pretty girl at a party and change your mind.” 

“I’m not! You’re it for me.”

“Eren. Bullshit. You wouldn’t last a month.” 

He leans forward, pressing you into the hard of the wall as he looks down, green eyes glinting in yours. 

“Bet.” 

“What?” 

“I’ll bet on it. Prove it to you. That I’ve got my mind set on you.” 

“Uh huh. That takes a lot of patience, Eren. Time. Something that’s never been your forté.” 

“I’ll make it my forté, if it’s for you.” 

You give into the bet. A month for Eren to romance you, to prove that he’s really only got his mind set on you. 

You give in because you know you’ll win. He gives in because he wants to prove the stupid, silly girl he loves that he can do it right. 

--

eren: good morning silly little woman. fit check pls :D 

you: no. 

eren: cmon. ive got back to back classes and im missing that cute little face of yours :((( 

you: just ask ur hoes. im sure they’re cute too. 

eren: no hoes. im allergic to gardening. 

you: you should start stand up comedy. you’d be really good at it.  

eren: you want me so bad 

you: shut up

eren: im waiting!!!! time is ticking doll, i will show up to your club meeting and start gushing about how pretty my girlfriend is in front of all your little prospective club members if i don’t get a fit check in ten seconds

you: not your girlfriend 

eren: yet. three weeks to go. 

you: do you not have anything else to do?

eren: picture and i’ll be out of your hair. 

you: sent one attachment

eren: eren jaeger found dead at twenty-one.

you: thank god. 

eren: cause of death - the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen in my life. absolute heartstopper

you: EREN. YOU’RE SO GROSS AND CORNY STOP. 

eren: ok ok see you after class sweet girl. and thanks for the picture. corniness aside, it really did make my day. you’re my favorite thing to look at. 

You ignore the pounding in your chest as you throw your phone into your purse and head to the coffee shop. And what you hoped would be an uninterrupted study session is interrupted by a certain green eyed idiot, smiling at you as he takes the seat across from you. 

“Hi doll.” 

“Eren. You have class.” 

“Got canceled. The planets and the fates and all the stars aligned. You and me, free for a little study date at the same time.” 

You crinkle your nose as you lift your backpack from the seat next to you, Eren sliding in and taking a sip from your watered down coffee. 

“Did you just rhyme? How long did that one take you?” 

“The whole walk over here. Did you like it?” 

“No.” 

Eren opens up his laptop, the two of you working in silence. And in the smallest of ways, Eren’s making it hard for you to focus. 

Tangling his legs with yours under the desk, resting his hand on your thigh every time you work out one of your homework problems with him, tucking your hair behind your ear every time it annoyingly flops forward. 

“Oh! I have something for you.” 

He holds out a tiny little candy, a twisted mango strawberry pop. The one you can only get in Shiganshina, a four hour drive away. 

“What the fuck? You had Mindy’s the entire time and your greedy ass wasn’t sharing?” 

You take the little candy in his hand, twisting the ends open and letting the flavors melt on your tongue. And the nostalgia hits your head, running in the grass as a kid, your mom keeping a little box on the top of the microwave for you two to share at the end of the day. 

“Just got them. I drove all the way to Shiganshina to get them for you.” 

“Uh huh.” 

“I’m being serious. I went on Sunday, after my lab meeting. Got the box, hung out with my dog for an hour and came back.” 

“You were probably just running an errand down there. I bet Zeke just needed your help with something.” 

“My parents and Zeke are in Hizuru, remember?” 

You feel your mouth go dry as you shuffle the candy in your mouth, huffing back in your chair. Corny ass idiot. They are in Hizuru to meet Zeke’s new girlfriend. But there’s no way in hell he drove all the way there just to get you a candy. 

“There’s no way you-”

“I’ve got my mind set on you. In my mind, you and I are already dating. I’m just kind of waiting for you to catch up.” 

“Oh, quit i-” 

“When you’re my girlfriend, we’ll go together. Make a little drive out of it, see your parents and my parents. Get Mindy’s. Bother that lady who works at the aquarium.” 

“Eren.” 

He pinches your cheek as you frown, rolling your eyes at him. 

“For now, I'll just drive down there alone to get you candy. Three more weeks, stink.” 

--

Your stress is building. You’ve got two term papers due next week, a club meeting to plan, a project to go over with your research advisor, and groceries to do. And really, really all you are is bone dead tired. That you can feel your bones dragging and your eye bags deepening and the panic shuffling every time you breathe in and out. 

Your final straw? Forgetting you were going to get your period and leaking onto your bed sheets. 

And you know it’s not a big deal. That you can wash the sheets and get the stain out, that you can take a shower to feel better. 

But this tiny little thing, this red blotch on your sheets, is enough to push you over the edge. Because you’re tired, because so much is going on, because this is just another thing you don’t have time to do but have to. 

You can feel the tears streaming down your eyes, burning the sensitive skin underneath your eyes and flushing your cheek. 

That’s when Eren finds you. Curled up on the ground, tears streaming down your eyes. 

“Woah, hey. Hey, talk to me. What’s wrong?” 

He falls flat on the floor next to you, opening up his arms which you roll into and start soaking his shirt in your salty tears. He’s whispering into your ear, whispering sweet nothings and his warm arms are holding you. 

“Tell me what happened. Use your words.” 

“I-I have a lot to do. The Civil Law paper and the entire plan for the-the club meeting. Dr. Smith wants to meet with me about my-my research plan and I’m not ready and I got my period and leaked on my sheets and I don’t have time to clean and-” 

“Okay. It’s okay.” 

His warm, calloused hands are rubbing into the small of your back, his hold still firm against you. And he drags you up, opening the shower and warming it up for you. He’s rummaged through your closet - pulled out a stack of clothes and set them on the counter. 

“Are you…going to leave?” 

“Of course not, Y/N. Outside when you’re done, okay?” 

And you take the shower. Spend too long standing underneath the warm water, letting the shower scald your skin in a comforting way, relishing in the smell of your springy body soap washing you clean. Of the tears, of the blood, of your frustrations. 

When you towel up your hair and reach for the stack of clothes on the counter, you only now realize what this cheeky bastard did. Left a pair of your pajamas and the hoodie he was wearing on the counter. 

You pull it on, his musky smell mixing with the scent of your flowery shampoo, as you pad out of your room, Eren folding your laundry on your bed. 

“Eren.” 

He turns around and gives you a warm smile, walking forward to lock his fingers with yours. 

“You look so cute right now. Pouty little face and your hair in this stupid towel.” 

“Quit it.” 

He leads you over to your bed, climbing on as he pulls you forward. 

“Cleaned the sheets. Did your laundry. And made a plan for you to finish the paper and emailed Erwin from your account that you’re not free until the week after and-” 

You can feel your eyes burning, the tears welling up in your face. You lean into his arms and he rests his chin against the top of your head, his hands snaking under your hoodie to press against your cold skin. 

“Eren.” 

“Hm.” 

“This is a really elaborate plan to get into my pants.” 

He laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest as he talks. 

“I know.” 

“I knew it, you dick. You only want to get in my pants.”  

“Well, that’s part of it. I am very attracted to you. I’m not going to pretend like I don’t want to be in your pants.” 

“Charming. The whole “I’ve got my mind set on you thing” is really working.” 

“I'm being honest! I want to be in your pants and in your head and all your little dreams and your heart too.” 

You rest your head against his chest, his heartbeat hammering against your ears as he finishes talking. And when you drift off to sleep, you can still feel it beating in tandem with yours. And try to forget why you and Eren are waiting two weeks to do this for real in the first place. 

--

He’s done it now. And you’ve caught him in the fucking act. The sweet, sweet satisfaction of proving this idiot wrong - that he would get bored of waiting for you and move onto another girl is standing right in front of you. 

It’s Eren’s friend Reiner’s birthday. Eren had told you in advance that he couldn’t see you Friday and you obliged. 

Except, Hitch invited you to the party the day of, claiming she needed someone to walk in with so she didn’t look like an idiot. Some guy Marlowe she’s really into is going to be there and she has to be at her best. 

And when you get to the party, you lose Hitch in all but five seconds, left in this awkward, sweaty mess of a room alone. But when you walk over to the kitchen, you see it. 

Eren leaning over the counter, talking to a girl. Short brown hair, a mass of freckles over her face, the two of them smiling at each other. And when you march over there, you’re all but too happy to rub it in his face. 

Because you’re right. And you knew you were right. That Eren, all hot and toned and sexy from his beach summer, would not give it up. The attention, the girls, the love he gets from all of it for you. That he would look at other things and not at you, that you couldn’t be enough for him. And he can buy you coffee and do your laundry and be there for you all he wants, but you know deep down you’re right. 

“You little son of a bitch. Week three and I win.” you say, crossing your hands over your chest. 

“Huh?” 

“I win. You’re at a party, flirting with a girl. Meaning, you don’t have your mind set on me. Meaning, I’m right. That you can’t let go of being a manwhore for me, that you surely have your eyes wandering elsewhere even though you claim to be only looking at me.” 

“Y/N-” 

“You think driving to get me candy and doing my laundry and giving me your hoodie would buy me over? You’re not getting into my pants for a quick fuck just because you know you can and-” 

He pulls you forward, clamping his hand over your mouth. He’s squinting his eyes at you, almost like he’s confused at your outburst. And when you look over at the girl, you realize why. 

It’s Ymir. The president of the Gay-Straight Alliance Ymir. Like literally the gayest girl you’ve probably ever met in your life. 

“Oh.” 

Eren smiles, rolling his eyes, as he drops his hands to lock his hand with yours. 

“Yeah, oh. Did you not see it was her when you walked over?” 

“No. Hi Ymir.” 

Ymir smiles, reaching forward to mess with your hair as she turns to Eren. 

“You’re right. She really is stubborn.” Ymir says, smiling at him. 

“Tell me about it. She does this every time I do something nice for her.” he responds, squeezing your hand as he talks. 

“Well, you are a manwhore.” 

“Not anymore, Ymir! I’m only a whore for her.” 

She pinches your cheek as she walks off, linking arms with a certain blonde as you walk away. And when you look over, Eren’s lazily making a drink for you on the counter, swirling it in his hand before he gives you the cup. 

“It’s Jungle Juice. There’s like three different liquors in it but you can’t really taste it s-”

“You’re not mad?” 

“Huh?” 

“I just…yelled at you. Really unfairly. And you’re not even mad?” 

“Got my mind set on you. Like you said, this thing takes patience. And time. I’ll wait for it. You’ll come to see I’m surprisingly good at this patience understanding when it’s something I really, really want.” 

And as he tilts his head back, pouring the drink into his mouth, like the entire outburst you had didn’t happen. And that’s it. You crane your head around the kitchen, looking for it. 

“Whatcha looking for?” 

Eren watches you mill around the kitchen, opening drawers, lifting picture frames as you look for it. And when you find it - the calendar posted on Reiner’s wall - you rip it off and place it in front of Eren with a marker in your hand. 

“What’s this, Y/N?” 

“Did you know that I can move time forward?” 

“Huh? How much have you had to drink?” 

You reach forward, crossing out through the entire week. The last week of the month, for the bet you and Eren had. 

Because he’s convinced you. That his mind’s set on you. That even if he used to like other girls, the girl he likes now is you. Enough to drive hours to make you happy, take care of you - bloody sheets and all, and gush at a party about you to other people. Like he’s proud to be around you, like you’re the only thing he looks at. 

“I don’t follow, sweet girl.” 

“The bet started three weeks ago. And I crossed out the last week, so it’s over now. And I want to be with you no-” 

He leans forward, pressing his warm, plush lips against yours as he can’t help but smile through the kiss. All warm and fruity, surely from the drink Eren just made. And he whispers against your mouth, eliciting a laugh out of you. 

“Thank fucking god. You were driving me insane, you little heathen.” 

You reach forward, tangling your hands with the collar of his shirt as you pull him down again, pressing your lips against his, trying to memorize the feel, the sensation of him against you. 

And when Hitch comes home from the party, all buzzed, to find you two under the covers, watching a movie, she says one thing and one thing only. 

“No fucking in my bed.”

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[everydayyoulovemeless]

HCs About Being Apart Of The Minutemen

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All the settlements will have a bonfire of sorts when you and the other Minutemen come to visit. It's a small celebration that the settlers have to show their appreciation and allow you to relax. It's always a lot of fun to be able to sit back and get drunk with the locals.

Mama Murphy ends up being the community grandma. It doesn't matter who the general is, her word is the law.

The Minutemen veterans are really kind and will try to help the newer members out as much as possible. If you have a question or need something don't be afraid to ask one of them.

Sturges is like the unofficial cousin for you all. He shows up at the castle randomly, builds you something cool, then leaves again till the next big event or holiday.

The settlement kids are always making little figurines or comics about you.

There's a small messaging group of sorts who travel around to the different settlements to make sure everyone's alright and nothing major has happened in any of them.

Dogmeat is kinda like the mascot of the faction since he's always leading soldiers when they're lost or randomly showing up to help fight off raiders. There's been a debate about whether or not they should add a dog to the flag.

Preston has a bulletin board with quests and objectives that need to be completed.

Strong is another unofficial member of the group since he loves helping the settlers out. Some people protest about it, but it doesn't stop him from showing up.

Imposter Preston likes to lurk around outside the Castle. Most people just accept him as the weird neighbor by now. (whatever gets the word out)

Sarge's shutdown body is used as a statue and symbol of the Minutemen's past and Sturges will occasionally come over and try to fix him up again.

There’s a garden right outside the Castle that’s meant to feed the soldiers and any settlers who might be struggling.

Ronnie keeps everyone in line and ensures everyone's doing what they're supposed to and not slacking off.

Quincy is the capital of the Minutemen and the Castle is their military base.

The Minutemen made their own Olympics-type event between the settlements and it rakes in tons of listeners to Radio Freedom every year.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #minutemen #preston garvey #preston fo4 #ronnie shaw #ronnie shaw fo4 #ronnie fo4 #strong #strong fo4 #minutemen fo4 #commonwealth minutemen #quincy #dogmeat #dogmeat fo4 #minutemen headcanons #fallout headcanons #fo4 headcanons #fallout 4 headcanons

[coconuttyglittersmurf]

#nickelodeon #nicktoons #headcanon #bisexual #pride headcanons #big nate #nate wright #the loud house #the casagrandes #ronnie anne #ronnie anne santiago

[rose-n-gunses]

If y'all didn't know about the Ronnie James Dio Stand Up and Shout Cancer Fund now you do and if you didn't know that every year they host a celebrity bowling tournament called Bowl For Ronnie now you do and now that you know that I need you to imagine rockstar!eddie (and corroded coffin in general) attending that event

#as we all know i am of the headcanon that eddie munson is very good at bowling #so a bowling event to support the charity started because of his idol? he is THERE #and he is there every year #i also think that he would be the type of celebrity to start/help/fund a bunch of charities too so it's right up his alley #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things #stranger things headcanon #stranger things headcanons #corroded coffin #corroded coffin headcanon #corroded coffin headcanons #ronnie james dio #just r's thoughts

[overthinkingtaleblr]

prince fang can force boast to undergo a horrific draconic transformation, as a treat

Never drawn prince fang before, can you tell?

Anyways, yes i agree completely get wrecked Ronnie

#taleblr #Ronnie boast #prince fang #his crown looks like a pumpkin :pensive: #taleblr headcanons #anon ask

[the-feral-gremlin]

for ur pinned; guilt hc - any arrowverse character

Tw: self sabotage, drinking/alcohol mentioned, survivors guilt, and guilt.

After John and Oliver’s fight, Oliver stayed behind at the bunker and didn’t stop using the salmon ladder until his hands had blisters and the sun was already up.

Sara couldn’t look Leo snart in the eye for a long time because he was a reminder that for the first time in a long time, Sara ran away from danger and it got her Leonard Snart killed.

Alex fell off the face of the earth and drank a bottle of whiskey for three days after killing Astra. (When she came back she blamed her disappearance on paperwork/a mission.)

Cisco couldn’t look At Caitlin for a while after Ronnie died (And after everyone found out about what happened in the particle accelerator.)

Mia avoided Rene after coming to the future because she blamed herself/felt responsible for Zoe’s death.

Send me a hc + a word of your choosing and I’ll write a headcanon relating to that word!

#thanks for the ask! #tw alcohol #tw guilt #tw survivors guilt #(just to be safe) #ask box #Oliver queen #John Diggle #sara lance #leo snart #alex danvers #astra #(idk her full name lol) #rene ramirez #Cisco Ramon #Caitlin snow #ronnie raymond #arrow #Arrowverse #headcanons

[nerdasaurus1200]

Because it’s still winter I’m thinking about the Padare kids in winter so here’s some little nuggets about them playing in the snow.

Luna LOVES the snow. Has been a little snowbug ever since her first winter. When she was little she used to fall into snowbanks a lot and Varian would scramble outside to “save” her forgetting how freezing it was outside.

At first Jericho was wary of the snow but as he grew older he loves it. He especially loves building snowmen with Luna

If Varian and Cass thought Luna loved the snow….they weren’t prepared for Diana. Everytime it snowed she’d try to run outside in her pajamas and play in it not quite registering how cold it was

Amber doesn’t mind the snow, but it’s definitely not her favorite. Everytime Mama Cass set her down in it she would just look at her and shake her head no until she was picked back up

Atlas HATES the snow. He hates the idea of being freezing cold and snow getting in your clothes and your hair getting wet. It’s not for him, no thank you.

Orion will occasionally play in the snow and help build the perfect snowman, but he prefers to stay inside with Daddy sipping warm cocoa

Just like her sisters, Carina also loves the snow. You can’t pry her away from snow to save her life

Because of his leg, poor Ronnie couldn’t really play in the snow like his siblings could, so he settled for rolling around trying to make snow angels. When he got older Luna and Jericho would pull him around in their sled.

Whenever the Padare kids build a snowman, they’re very particular about it. Being Cass’s ocd spawn, the snowballs have to be a perfect sphere. The coals have to be the same size. The stick arms have to be the right length

#tts #rta #tangled #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #nerd talks #headcanon #cassarian #luna #jericho #diana #amber #atlas #orion #carina #ronnie

[byberbunk2069]

I'm so glad it is possible to fail Burning Desire

#OC: Ronnie #Cyberpunk 2077 #I headcanon this job as an emergency callout that she draws the shortstraw for and when she gets there she just refuses to help the guy #Ronnie gets to have three Lexingtons as a treat

[lost-into-the-depth-of-a-twist]

Camp Vargas went form Junior Woodchucks to Friday the 13th in a blink

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst meme #twst headcanons #ronnie's thoughts #camp vargas #twisted wonderland event #twst event

[kitkatt0430]

For 5+ headcanons AU - what if Stein had been the one to die during the singularity instead of Ronnie?

Oh poor Martin, but yay! Ronnie lives. :D

Much like Martin, Ronnie would start to destabilize, so they'd still have to seek out Jax around the same time as in canon. I think Ronnie would be more proactive and opinionated about things than Martin was - though the canon episode was about Martin needing another half to Firestorm the focus was on Caitlin's grief over Ronnie when it came to choosing a 'copilot' as it were. So I think here it would focus on Ronnie's grief. He struggled to learn to get along with Martin in part because all the time spent with the merge gone wrong where Martin was directly piloting Ronnie's body, so he's understandably uncomfortable with having to let someone in.

He's definitely going to take a dislike to Hewitt upon meeting him - the guy isn't a team player and he kinda looks down on Ronnie for not having a doctorate. And maybe Ronnie absently corrects something that Hewitt has wrong in his lab when they visit him, so they're both really rubbing each other the wrong way there. Since Ronnie wouldn't want to merge with Hewitt, maybe a polite handshake is what sparks Hewitt's powers into overload.

Jax on the other hand, Ronnie takes to immediately. They get along well and Ronnie is frank about the situation he's facing. He just got legally acknowledged as alive again, is married to Caitlin (twice over since they would have had to have a second ceremony for legal purposes once they were actually able to file the paperwork), and he really does not want to die. He's as uncertain about being a hero as Jax is, but he's not asking Jax to help him save the world. Just his life. Which, as Jax points out, is arguably Caitlin's world. What they're doing will make Jax's life dependent on Ronnie's in the same way Ronnie's will become dependent on Jax's - but they can work on finding a way to stablize them both without Firestorm eventually. They're both young, they've got the time to figure things out.

Obviously Jax agrees, they merge successfully, but oh no! Hewitt is melting down and they wind up going to fight him alongside Barry.

At some point during these events, Ronnie and Caitlin would let Clarissa know what's going on and that there's a possibility that Ronnie and the as-of-yet unknown person who balances him out as Firestorm might wind up in the papers again. They want to make sure she's prepared to see that happen and isn't smacked in the face with it on the Sunday Times or whatever and left wondering if that's Martin.

Also!!! When Jax and Ronnie merge, it winds up being Ronnie riding copilot while Jax is in charge of his own body. Which puts Ronnie in what was Martin's position. And in some ways makes Ronnie feel closer to the friend and mentor he lost. But it also kind of cements that he's the advisor in the Firestorm equation now. The one who has to run the mental calculations for flying and transmutation while Jax concentrates on the actual physical actions going on. It's an adjustment for them both, but they manage to make a good team.

They still get recruited by the Legends - Firestorm would have been killed by Zoom otherwise, due to Zoom being smitten with Caitlin. Ronnie is less interested in time travel than Martin was because it would take him away from Caitlin, but Jax talks him into it (after Jax is visited by his future self in a stable time loop that doesn't involve drugging anyone to get everyone aboard the Waverider, wth Legends S1???)

Ronnie would probably make more of an effort to get to know Mick than everyone else does. He knows what it feels like to be dismissed as the 'dumb muscle' - much as he came to like Martin, it felt in some ways like Martin maybe never got over his impression that he was smarter and wiser than Ronnie was and it's gotta sting when someone that important and integral to who you are... dismisses you like that. It's probably not enough to keep Mick from blowing up at the crew because Len keeps picking them over him and even trying to erase their partnership via changing the history of Lewis Snart, but with both Ray and Ronnie being more friendly to Mick he perhaps double crosses the Time Pirates rather than sticking with them permanently. They wind up leaving Mick in 2016 as requested, only for him to wind up immediately kidnapped by Time Masters the minute the Waverider disappears.

Ronnie's survival turns out to be caused by Barry's time travel in the Flashback episode; it's not just Hartley turning over a new leaf that changed. And while Barry is glad Ronnie is alive - if gallivanting off with the Legends which includes Barry's favorite thief (crush) Leonard Snart - he's horrified to realize that Martin didn't survive in this timeline. And so Barry does not create Flashpoint because of this. He realizes that he might save his parents, sure, but who will suffer in his place? He can't do that, can't take that risk. Not even for his mom and dad.

#au headcanon game #thank you for asking ^_^ #kitkatt0430 answers #the flash #fic ideas #fanfiction #ronnie raymond

[dominimoonbeam]

VERONICA "RONNIE" VREELAND x BRUCE WAYNE

I've been rewatching all of Batman: The Animated Series and The New Adventures of Batman (they are fantastic) and I have this whole idea/headcanon. I don't think anyone else is into this but it has to go someplace and that place is tumblr!

Bruce Wayne and Veronice Vreeland should have shacked up.

Here me out. Stay with me. It's going to be great and possibly the sweetest/cutest idea I have ever had.

Bruce and Ronnie are friends, both stupid-wealthy socialites. Ronnie is a delight!

!!the headcanon!!

Bruce and Ronnie fall in love and get married but Bruce doesn't tell her about his alter identity. With a whole early story arc where he keeps trying to and she keeps misunderstanding, supportive and sweet but completely oblivious.

They get married, she runs the businesses and travels and does functions, flitting in and out of Gotham in the background for the rest of the series.

Every so often she walks in on a Batfam scene and everyone freezes like "OH SHIT" thinking they've been caught and surely she'll figure it out now, but she doesn't.

She loves the kids and the kids love her! She gives them brilliant emotional advice, completely unaware what's really going on.

At some point she walks in on Bruce getting patched up by Alfred when she comes home early from a trip. *Gasp!* Ronnie runs over, asking what's happened. Bruce is stumped. Alfred coughs and says he fell off a horse while playing polo. Queue Ronnie fussing over him and telling her about how her brother did that too once.

A story where someone is trying to kill Ronnie because of all her business/charity stuff and the batfam spend a whole week saving her life without her noticing it.

At some point Batman rescues her and puts her down a little too slowly, a little too tenderly, and Ronnie gasps and shoves him with a, "I'm married, sir!"

She'll also never ever understand why Catwoman seems to have it out for her...

#batman headcanon moment #veronica vreeland is my new favorite character #i never really clocked her as a kid because i was obsessed with all these incredible villains #ronnie x bruce #<3

[cosmic-kaden]

Since movies hate giving my boys canon birthdays I gotta do everything around here myself. So anyways Ronnie's birthday is December 20th.

#All my birthdates for my f/o are based on astrology because I didn't know where the fuck to start so I went with the whole: #'WhO's M0sT cOmPaTiBlE wItH GeMiNi' <- me lol #so I put Ronnie as a Sagittarius and feel he'd show more 'traits' of that sign when we are alone together. #DO I BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY? No not hardcore and for the most part think applying it irl is bullshit BUT BOY IN FICTION IS IT EVER FUN! LOL #for everyone else their personalities match pretty well with what I assigned! <3 #Ben is Aquarius | Mills is Libra | Charlie is Leo | Matt is Aries | and now Ronnie is Sagittarius <3 #My personal headcanons hehe :3c

[nxmeolvides]

for my own personal enjoyment before i sleep: • Ana does feel left behind by Maria sometimes, but does her absolute best not to let it get in the way of anything. She loves her sister more than anything, and after wallowing in it briefly, she makes efforts to get to know Maria's friends. It helps to actually meet them for the first time, and realise they are genuinely good people and she was being unfair to people she hadn't even met. See: judgemental streak. My personal canon is that Julie has been Maria's roommate or friend since first or second year, and Ana has met her enough to be on good terms with her. Potentially she sees her in a "fun, cool older sister's friend" way. • She doesn't have plans for college, but that's because she feels responsible for looking after Mrs. Flores. This especially applies to the verses where she's sick: Ana doesn't want to go anywhere in case something happens. Even when she's not sick, though, Ana still deals with feelings of guilt over potentially leaving their mother completely home alone. So, no college plans. I like to think had things not gone sideways, Maria and their mother would have encouraged her to at least try, because she deserves that experience and the opportunities that come with it as well.

• There is no highschool boyfriend, or cheerleading. Ana is focused on her family, the jobs she's managed to pick up after school, and her schoolwork where she can fit it in. She closes herself off because of this, and has been struggling to properly maintain friendships due to it as well. She's not even interested in dating someone, if she doesn't know them enough to feel truly comfortable - and in that final year of high school, she is balancing far too much to even try. • She also misses their dad! At least in the verses where he didn't walk out. He'd smoke a lot at home and when working on his car, and while my personal version of Maria hates the smell, Ana feels comforted by it. • Ana is going out and getting jobs the second she can to help with their family's situation. She refuses to let Maria and their mother bear the brunt of that. She starts out babysitting, and graduates to running the register at corner shops and potentially waitressing. When Maria moves out to go to uni, naturally, the amount that Ana works increases. There is simply no way she's comfortable letting the majority of that work rest on the other two. • She does contribute towards getting Maria a camera, because physical shows of affection are extremely important to her. (Such as the embroidered shirt from their Grandmother.) I like to think that Ana's fancier jewellery is birthday/christmas gifts from the family, in turn. • She does communicate with Maria as much as possible. Ana tries to call her at least once a week from their home phone, just so they can both chat, and keep up with each other's lives. Even if Ana hides how rough things might feel to her sometimes, those calls with her sister mean more than anything to her.

#personal dynamics with the friend group are up in the air because it depends on the writer! only included julie because its a headcanon #im partial to. in my world i live in with my maria/julie agenda #but yeah #crossing out everything ronnie said with a red pen.

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Happy Birthday, Ronnie Bradshaw! | March 3rd, 1987 |

And to celebrate, here are some headcanons about how Ronnie celebrates her birthday in the Big Four AUs (regular, werewolf, regency, and nfl)

Regular AU

On this particular birthday, her and Jake have been living in DC for five months 

And she’s twelve weeks pregnant

Just getting out of that first trimester and starting to feel like a normal human person after constantly throwing up and feeling fatigued nearly all hours of the day

Usually, Ronnie doesn’t like to make a big deal out of her birthday. Maybe a group dinner at her friend’s urging. But nothing huge. 

But Jake Seresin is nothing if not his mother’s son (he even gets her help in planning the whole thing)

The man goes all out

He rents out their favorite restaurant, a pub style place with fish tacos that never fail to make Ronnie drool. 

Calls all her friends from California and asks them to fly out if they can, and most of them do (including one Penny Benjamin). 

Decks out the pub in brightly colored beach themed decorations (some of which he had to make himself and hide from her in the storage shed in their backyard). 

The man even buys SAND and fills up a kiddie pool with it for her to sink her toes in. 

And all of it is a huge surprise

He just knows how much she misses California and her friends, and he sees this as one way to thank her for leaving all of that behind for HIM (which still blows his mind and makes him feel guilty in some ways)

When her birthday finally came and the night of the party arrived, Jake made her put on the tight, brightly colored sundress that really showed off her growing bump. 

Then he drove them over to the pub, and she was none the wiser. 

That is until he put a sparkling sash over her shoulder that had “BIRTHDAY GIRL” splashed across the front. That was about when she narrowed her eyes at him, wondering what exactly he was up to.

When they walked in everyone yelled surprise and Ronnie cried. Reuniting with all her friends in tear filled embraces. 

She spent the night eating fish tacos in a beach chair with her feet in the sand, sipping on non-acoholic cocktails, surrounded by people she loved, and wondering what she did to deserve jake seresin.

Werewolf AU

If loud and life of the party original recipe ronnie doesn’t like making a big deal out of her birthday, werewolf au ronnie even more so

When she was a kid birthdays were very casual affairs. Just dinner at home with homemade cake and one or two presents. 

But of course Jake still likes to treat her on her special day

He’ll wake her up by eating her out with breakfast in bed, making sure the kids stay out to give her a moment of peace and quiet.

He’s been working with the kids all week to make little presents for her. They wrote her stories, made cards, picked bouquets of wild flowers. The older ones will actually drive into town and pick something out from the store.

They’ll usually give gifts as soon as she’s up and out of bed, too impatient to wait any longer. 

Then the rest of the day goes as normal for the most part. 

The kids will go off to school and she’ll stay home, working on one project or other around the house and doing research in old werewolf texts. 

She’ll cook her favorite for dinner

Then Frank will come over to watch the kids while Jake takes her on a run through the woods. 

They’ll stop in their special little clearing for an evening glass of champagne that Ronnie carried on her back (she knows not to look inside the bag he gives her). 

Jake always makes sure he has a project that she’s requested finished for her on her birthday. Whether it be a new jewelry box, a new table for the entryway, a new rocking chair for the nursery. 

But sometimes he’ll add in something special. A necklace or braclet that he’s made himself in his shop, just because he can. Just because he loves seeing her in things that he’s made. 

It’s a sweet birthday that ALWAYS without fail ends with them fucking in that clearing lol

Regency AU

Two words: birthday ball

But for real, every year Mr. Seresin and Miss Veronica plan an extravagant ball to be held on the evening of her birthday

They invite over all their friends, and neighbors, and family.

And of course there’s always a big enough cake for everyone to get a slice, the true marvel of the county for one night only

But I can imagine, as their daughters start to come of age and are introduced to society, that their birthday balls take on higher priority. And Miss Veronica stops throwing them on her own birthday all together. 

The first birthday with no party would feel strange

Waking up with no plans besides her brother and his family, and Miss Amelia and her family, coming over for dinner

But goddamn if Mr. Seresin doesn’t make her feel special throughout the day

Showering her with gifts and affection, spending all of his time with her

And when the night is over and everyone has retired to bed or their respective homes, Mr. Seresin hums her a tune as they dance in their sitting room

NFL AU

Okay SO birthday before she got pregnant where she just finished out her first few weeks with the Colts: 

She went down to Bloomington for the day

Met up with Bradley and a few college friends that still lived in the area

Walked around her old IU stomping grounds

And since Brad is the head coach of the football team, he got them all into the stadium

Him and Ronnie tossed around a ball and she got to run the ball down the field and celebrate like she just scored a touchdown

They went to Mother Bears for dinner then to Blue Bird for drinks and live music

Honestly one of the best birthdays she’s had in a long time

Now flashforward to the next March, baby Maddie is only a month old and her and Jake are engaged. 

They still go down to Bloomington for the day

Ronnie gives Jake a tour of IU with Maddie strapped to her front

Brad still gets them into the stadium, and he holds his niece while Jake and Ronnie toss a ball back and forth

They go to Taste of India for dinner at Ronnie’s request 

Then head off to their AirBnB in Nashville for the night since it’s way past Maddie's bedtime

After that, Ronnie can’t decide which birthday is better

#oc: ronnie bradshaw #oc: veronica bradshaw #fic: come over here and overwhelm me #fic: the echo (or the answer) #fic: hopelessly intertwined #fic: the red zone #fd: top gun #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin x oc #jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc #jake seresin x ronnie bradshaw #type: headcanons #ronnie's birthday celebration #regular au #werewolf au #nfl au #regency au

[overthinkingtaleblr]

Early PIE Trying Their Best Doodle

Featuring Toast, Ghost, and Ronnie Boast (in the orange)— yeah this is EARLY PIE, he hasn’t disappeared yet. By this point tho, Mary and Kat are dead and Roast doesn’t talk to them anymore.

Exploring some abandoned mines, trying their best not to die, and only just figuring out how this stuff even works.

I think Johnny Toast should be allowed to be a bit of a little shit. Even if only a little bit. I’ll post refs for the three of them if I feel like it.

#taleblr #johnny ghost #johnny toast #Ronnie boast #taleblr headcanons #taleblr pie #taleblr doodle

[coyote-kiddo]

eeeeeeeekkk!!!!!!!

#i made a heather dni banner #and i made moodboards for ronnie and all the heathers #so get ready for board + headcanon spam :3 #im so excited about them ahhhghhh #agere #sfw agere #age regression #sfw age regression #age regressor #sfw age regressor #starboytalking 💫