the scouts
roommate eren x f!reader
eren’s hometown friends have a lot to say. vis a vis you.
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content warning: galliard slander, irritable bowel syndrome, mikasa don’t gaf, connie and sasha are thieves, lying??, carla yeager being a sunshine, eren being a cheeky little shit, laxatives
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“There’s no way in fucking hell you called me about this. I am a grown man, with a child. I’m above stupid shit like this.”
“Fuck you, Galliard. Pieck would help me with this, you know that.”
“Then call her. I’m going to block you.”
“You don’t think I tried that? I would never willingly talk to you, like ever. Please, Galliard, just tell me what to do.”
“Twerp, you’re giving him a necklace, not proposing marriage. You’re not going to look desperate if you walk to a fucking soccer field and just to give it to him.”
“Okay. Are you sure?”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“Like really. You’re not just saying that, are you?”
“Don’t call me unless you’re dying. And even then, you better have tried every other person you know before you ever dial this number again.”
Static. Fucking asshole hung up on you.
Eren has a soccer game today. He’d let you know early on in the week that he wouldn’t be here to make breakfast for you on Friday because his family and a few of his hometown friends were coming to watch the game. Apparently, this game was a really big deal - some type of rivalry type thing with another university.
You weren’t going. Obviously. You had stopped going the second Hitch took your jersey, because it was too embarrassing to think about going now. I mean what are you even supposed to wear now? And what’s the point of going if Eren’s with her and she’s going to be there?
Yet here you are, waiting in the line outside of the stadium. Everyone around you is decked out - forest green shirts, face paint, streamers - and you can already tell that this game is way more intense than the ones you had been to. In the past, it would be you and maybe five other people in the stands, spread out doing homework. But this game looks like it’s going to be packed.
All the more reason to do this.
to jean-boy
you: hey. are you at the game today?
jean-boy: yeah. on the field with min. they’re all warming up.
you: i didn’t realize this game would be such a big deal lol.
jean-boy: yeah. I think everyone’s kind of anxious. eren hasn’t made a single goal all morning and he’s getting more pissed each time he tries
you: doesn’t help that he left his necklace at home
jean-boy: the key necklace? did you bring it?
you: yeah. that’s why im here. i remember he said something about like he always loses games or gets hurt or something when he doesn’t wear it. thought i’d bring it so i don’t have to help him to the toilet when he breaks his legs or smth.
jean-boy: meet me in the back. ill let you in so you can give it to him.
You awkwardly wait in the back of the stadium, teetering on your heels as you wait for Jean. You’re just giving him his necklace. It doesn’t mean anything. He won’t know that you like him because you’re just giving him his good luck charm. You’re being a good friend. Anyone in your position would do this.
“Hey.”
“Hi Jean.”
“What are you wearing?”
You look down, only now paying attention to the outfit that you were wearing. You didn’t think it was that bad - black jeans and a blue cardigan.
“Why? What’s wrong with it?”
“You wore the rival's colors.��
“Okay? Arrest me, Jean.”
“No, it’s like a thing. You can’t wear the rival's colors. Armin and Eren are going to make you change the second you get on the field.”
“You guys are so superstitious. It’s just a shirt.”
He shakes his head as you both walk through the door, pacing across the turf as he sets out to look for Eren. All the players are running on the field, kicking balls in between each other, hitting them into the nets. You spot Eren at the end, his head in his hands as he talks to Armin on the side.
“Hey. Found him. You can go back, I’ll just give it to him and leave.”
He nods, leaving your side as you make your way over there. You walk up just in time to catch the end of Armin and Eren’s conversation, your ears burning. You shouldn’t have come.
“How do you know you love Annie? Because, sometimes I think I love her, Armin.”
You can pretend like that one didn’t sting. You clear your throat, the two of them turning their backs to look at you. You watch Eren’s eyes nearly boggle out of their sockets as Armin drops the water bottle he was holding, at the sight of you standing there. Armin awkwardly walks away as Eren walks up, his eyes still flashing in shock.
“What are you doing here?”
“What happened to hello? How are you? My name is?”
“How much did you hear?”
“None of it. Did I miss something important?”
You see his shoulders relax, pushing out a sigh of relief. First he calls you his best friend and then he can’t even tell you he thinks he might love Hitch?
“Yeah, you almost heard about my murder plot. It all started that fateful day, when I let you move into my apartment.”
“That was months ago. Surely the opportunity must have presented itself. Knife to the back in the shower…smack me across the head with a frying pan…”
“I’m playing the long game. You’ll never see it coming.”
You both laugh, with you rolling your eyes as the silence settles around you too. You can see the stands filling up at your sides, the anticipation building in the stadium.
“Um so-”
“What are you wearing, Y/N?”
“We’re not doing this, Eren.”
“You have to change. Like now.”
“I’m not walking around in my tank top, Eren. It’s cold. And I’ll leave anyway, I just came to give you this.”
You hold the key necklace up, dangling it between the two of your faces. You watch his eyes light up as he takes the necklace from your hands. He then cups your face in his hand and presses a kiss to your fucking forehead, before putting his arms around you and spinning you in the air.
“Oh my fucking god, thank you. You brilliant, brilliant girl. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ve been missing goals all morning.”
Your brain is malfunctioning. You’ve literally picked up Eren from parties in the dead of the night and he’s barely even said thank you when you did that. This is all it takes? A fucking necklace and he gives you a forehead kiss?
He sets you down, still flashing you a bigger than big smile as he latches the necklace on.
“You’re not missing goals because you weren’t wearing the necklace.”
“Yes. I was. We’re not having this argument right now, especially when you’re wearing that. I have something you can wear.”
You hear Armin walk up, holding two jerseys in his hand.
“Way ahead of you. She can wear mine or yours. Everyone else put their spares in their lockers already.”
“Mine. Thanks Armin.”
“Don’t tell me you believe in this too, Armin?”
“Just put it on. If you don’t, Eren will blame you if the game goes wrong.”
Armin walks away, leaving the two of you standing again. Eren’s holding the jersey out in front of you, waiting for you to put it on.
“Full disclosure. I will blame it on you, if we lose kitty.”
“It’s just a color.”
“No. No, it’s the principle. Think about it. My girl can’t be wearing the rival colors on our sides of the stands. That’s just a bad omen..like we’re asking to lose the game or something.”
My girl.
“I’m leaving, Eren. I just came to give you the necklace.”
He puts his hands on your waist, spinning you around to turn you towards the stadium, where everyone was sitting. He leaves one hand on there, his other sliding down to your wrist.
“What are you doing?”
He lifts your hand up, shaking it in front of the stadium.
“This isn’t the time for a puppet show, Eren.”
“Look at the second row, towards the middle.”
You squint your eyes, scanning the entire row. And then you fucking see it. Eren’s parents and his brother. He’s making you wave at them. And they’re doing it back, nearly jumping to return the gesture.
“Eren.”
He spins you back around and he fucking smirks at you.
“You waved at them. Now, they’re going to expect you to go sit with them. For the entire game, mind you. Meaning you’re staying, so you should put it on.”
Asshole.
“Unless you want to leave my mom hanging?”
“Give me the jersey, Eren.”
He flashes you a winning smile, clearly delighted with his victory. You unbutton the ends of the cardigan, slipping it off and switching it with Eren’s jersey. He reaches forward, pulling out the ends of your hair that were tucked into the jersey as you smooth it against your clothes.
“So.”
“So.”
“Win your game or whatever. Without the help of your stupid necklace.”
“Planning on it, peaches. Necklace and all.”
He pokes the side of your cheek and flashes you one last smile as he runs back onto the field, right in front of the goal. You watch as he centers the ball in front of him, kicking it into the net on the first try. He turns to the side, pointing at you after making the goal, as he mouths four words.
I told you so.
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You tap Zeke on the shoulder, the three of them turning their heads towards you.
“Hi. Mind if I sit with you guys?”
The three of them jump up - Grisha shaking your hand very excitedly, Zeke crushing you in a hug, and Carla cupping your face in her hands, pressing a kiss on both of your cheeks.
So this is where Eren gets it from.
“We’re so excited you came, sweet girl. We were hoping you would find your way over here when we saw you on the field.”
You nod, Carla squeezing your hands in hers (another thing Eren gets from her, you’re sure of it). You settle in the seat next to Zeke, brushing your sweaty palms against the ends of your pants. You can see the game is starting as they all take their places on the field, Eren giving the four of you one last wave. You look at the group of people seated directly to your right, the four of them waving back at him too.
And then you remember. Eren’s hometown friends came down to watch his game.
You take in the sight of the four of them. You can recognize the girl at the end, farthest from you. Mikasa - Eren’s childhood best friend, the two of them and Armin were inseparable. The two in the middle you recognize as well, from the polaroid that Eren had in his wallet. They’re both arguing with each other - with him pulling her hair and her elbowing him in the sides. The fourth boy is entirely unrecognizable to you - broad shoulders, short, messy blonde hair.
You tap him on the shoulder.
“Hi. You’re one of Eren’s hometown friends, right? My name is Y/N. I’m his roommate.”
At the sound of this, the four of them turn their heads, turning to face you.
“His roommate? Since when?”
“Yeah. We’ve been living together since the start of the semester.”
“Reiner, there’s no way in hell right? He kept going on and on about how he was going to finally have a bachelor pad this semester.”
“There’s no fucking way. He literally hated having a roommate. Remember when he threw up on Samuel’s bed on purpose when he was drunk?”
Mental note, Reiner’s the one with the blonde hair. The three of them turn their heads towards Mikasa, who's still watching the game. You’re not sure when she showed up, but Annie’s sitting at her side - the two of them linking their arms together as they sit. Right. She must already know Mikasa since her and Armin have been dating for a while.
“Mikasa. Did you know about this?”
“He may have mentioned it once or twice to me, Connie.”
Buzzed hair is Connie. Connie and the girl in the middle open up the space between them, gesturing for the two of you to sit between them. You don’t miss the look they give each other as you sit down, the two of them smiling deviously.
“I’m Sasha.”
“And I’m Connie.”
“It’s nice to meet you guys, really.”
They both smile, linking their arms with yours as they start staring at you more intently.
“Say. Do you mind answering a few questions for us?”
“Sure.”
“How did Eren become your roommate?”
“I kind of had these sucky roommates last semester. They kind of didn’t mention that they didn’t want to room with me anymore so I kind of switched around at staying at my friends place while I tried to look for an apartment. I couldn’t find one after a week and I met Eren at Armin’s and he offered.”
You watch the three of them, Reiner leaning over now, widening their eyes at you.
“He offered? To house you, a woman, another person, in his apartment, willingly?”
“I mean, I think so? I think he might have felt bad or something. I’m not really sure why he did it.”
“I might have an idea.”
At Reiner’s comment, the three of them start giggling, like they’re all in on some joke you’re not quite sure of.
“Do you like Taylor Swift, Y/N?”
“I do, Connie. Is it that obvious?”
You feel Connie shaking your arm, nearly jumping out of his seat.
“Me too. What’s your favorite album? Favorite song? Folklore or Evermore?”
“Probably, Reputation. For the song, I think maybe Sweet Nothing? And definitely Evermore over here.”
Reiner reaches over and smacks Connie on the back of the neck, mentioning he was getting off track. Off track of what?
“Say. Have you ever…played Taylor Swift for Eren or something?”
“Um, not exactly playing it for him but I kind of have a tendency to sing in the shower sometimes. But also, he did willingly watch the Reputation Stadium Tour without me prompting him to, so I think it’s growing on him.”
At this, Connie and Sasha lean over, their faces a few feet from yours.
“I fucking knew it. That playlist is about you.”
“What playlist?”
You watch Reiner pull out his phone, opening out his Spotify app. The three of them are still smirking - the same way Eren did when he trapped you into staying at the game.
He hands you Eren’s Spotify profile, with exactly one playlist on it, called peaches. The picture is the one from when you and Eren went to see Kenny in the city, only your hands in view as you pet the cat the two of you saw on the street.
You scroll through the playlist, with well over a hundred songs - most of them being Taylor Swift. They are organized by album, a few songs picked out from each one. Meaning, Eren went through each album and picked out the songs that he liked. Just because you said you liked Taylor Swift. I mean, it did have to be about you. It is called peaches.
“So. Is it about you?”
“Uh, yeah. I think so, Connie. Those are my hands. And he calls me peaches, because of my shampoo.”
Mikasa leans over, interjecting in the conversation.
“Did he make you switch it? The shampoo?”
“Uh, no. I think he likes it?”
“Hm.”
Mikasa leans back, sharing a look with Sasha.
“Is that a big deal or something, Connie?”
“Kind of. Eren got really bad food poisoning from some peach flavored concoction Reiner made him once in high school. The smell makes him want to like vomit.”
“It wasn’t a concoction, it was a protein shake. How was I supposed to know that dragon fruit was basically a laxative?”
“We all told you. Like six times.” the three of them respond, rolling their eyes.
Sasha and Connie unlink their arms from yours, turning their attention back to the game. The four of them interject once in a while, lost in their own conversations, but your head is still buzzing from the one that you had with them.
Eren has a playlist. That he made for you. He spent hours probably - listening to each song, picking out the ones he liked.
“Say. Did Eren ever mention us?”
“Hm. Well, I knew about Mikasa - Armin and Eren have both mentioned her. And I’ve seen a picture of the two of you before, Eren has one in his wallet. But no Reiner, never mentioned you.”
“We have his wallet.”
Reiner taps Zeke on the shoulder and pockets the wallet from him. Sasha and Connie reach over, pulling out the dollar bills first - equally dividing the cash between the five of you and stuffing her share in her pocket - before returing it to Reiner, who pulls out both polaroids.
This is when you realize your mistake. Because the polaroid of you kissing his cheek is still in his fucking wallet. You watch Reiner pull it out and hold it out in front of Connie and Sasha, the two of them shaking you in their arms as they all scream in your ears.
“You guys are so cute! We fucking knew it. When did you start dating?”
At the sound of that, you see Carla turn her head out of the corner of her eyes, slightly shuffling over to see what you two are talking about. And then your mistake gets even worse. Because then Carla runs over, kissing you twice on the cheeks again and literally bursting out of happiness at the news.
“Oh, I’m so happy for you two. I knew something was going on. And I even told Eren, he better get a move on because a girl like you doesn’t stay single for long.”
“You would be shocked, Mrs.Yeager.”
She takes her hands into yours, squeezing twice again. Fucking Yeagers and their hand squeezing. It’s almost impossible not to like them.
“Take care of our boy, okay?. He’s really sensitive and emotional, which I’m sure you know already but he means well. Really. And let him take care of you too. He’s told me that you’re a little bit more closed off at times, but he would never hurt you. He cares about you, so so much. It’s you two, on the same side, always.”
And you can’t do it. You can’t tell her the truth because…she’s just so excited. So happy for the two of you. The way she’s holding your hands in hers, kissing your cheeks, doting over you. She’s so excited that it’s you. You don’t want to be the one to tell her that her son has no interest in you.
So you don’t.
“I will. Take care of him, I mean.”
She smiles widely again, crushing you in your arms as he gives you another hug.
Now you have to find Eren. And tell him that you just told your mom that the two of you are dating.
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You find him at half-time, outside the locker room. He’s lying on the bench with two of his teammates, ice packs pressed to each of his foreheads.
“Ren?”
He immediately sits up at the sound of your voice, pulling the ice pack off his head as he stands up. He gestures towards the walkway, the two of you walking back down to the stadium.
“Everything okay, kitty?”
“Uh. I might have messed up.”
He stops, turning to face you.
“What did you do?”
“Promise you won’t be mad, Ren?”
“I could never be mad at you. You know that.”
Right. Okay. Just tell him. That’s when you start rambling.
“Well. I met your friends - they’re really nice. Connie and Sasha stole some of your money, though. And Reiner was basically telling me about how he gave you Irritable Bowel Syndrome with a peach smoothie he made you, which is weird because you call me peaches but they were insisting that you hate them. Right, so I told them that you keep a polaroid of them in your wallet - because it’s so cute and I would want to know if I was them - and then they pulled your wallet out and the other polaroid was still in there. And then your mom saw and she was just being so…so sweet that I didn’t have the heart to tell her we weren’t really together.”
He’s staring you down. Green eyes, forehead scrunched up, lips in a straight line. Stop paying attention to his fucking lips.
“So. Let me get this straight. You told my mom that…we were dating?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it?”
“What?
“I thought you killed someone or something. That’s not a big deal.”
“How is that not a big deal? I just lied to your mother. And told her that we were dating.”
“Yeah. I’d probably do the same thing if I was in your position. She probably gave you that whole lecture right, about how we need to take care of each other, how I’m all sensitive and emotional?”
You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Yeah. How’d you know?
“She gave me the same one after she met you. Even I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wasn’t dating you. I just told her I liked you, that’s all.”
“Oh. Okay. I was like freaking out about it.”
He locks his fingers with yours, squeezing twice as the two of you continue to slowly walk.
“It’s okay. I’ll deal with her. She just really likes you, that’s all. They all do.”
“Okay. You sure it’s okay? You’re not secretly mad at me right?”
He looks over, giving you a lopsided grin, the one that makes your heart skip a beat.
“Really, kitty. I could never be mad at you. And I know you. There’s nothing nefarious going on up here.”
He takes his fingers, tapping on your forehead.
“How do you know? This could all be a part of my secret plot to be the new Mrs. Yeager.”
“Bullshit.”
You nudge into him, making him stumble to the side as you both make it to the front of the stadium.
“And why’s that?”
“Because. You wouldn’t need a secret plot if that’s what you wanted.”
He taps the end of your nose before lifting the bar to run back on the field to finish the game, leaving you more confused than when you arrived here.
Stupid Galliard. He always gives terrible advice.
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