"𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗽𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗕𝗼𝗯 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝗰...?" It was supposed to be a night of celebration for the Seniors. Instead, Y/N L/N -campus-famous communications major and the voice of the Trost University's Radio Station-ends up drunk, alone, and somehow back at the radio booth. Naturally, she does what any tipsy comms major might do: turns on the mic and accidentally broadcasts her slurred thoughts to every loudspeaker on campus, with a ridiculous voice filter on. What starts as incoherent, harmless drunk rambling about love and existential dread quickly falls into a 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 detailed and 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 public love confession. The star of her words? The Biochemistry major who just so happens to be in the crowd-in that suddenly silent field, surrounded by those huge and on-air speakers. 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. Oops. [Hange Zoë x F!reader] [wlw] [she/her pronouns for Hange]

"𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴?" "𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪." ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ᴀᴜ.

Where Y/N finds herself between hockey players Eren Jaeger and Jean Kirstein. Your dream life was standing right infront of you, eager to take you in with open arms. It had been five years since your father passed away and your bestfriend moved to the next city over. Five long years of watching the world pass you by, no longer having the motivation to do anything. The time had finally come to leave behind your old, depressing, lonely life behind and start your freshmen year at the University of Shiganshina. Having made a promise to eachother years prior, you were finally moving into your shared dorm with your childhood bestfriend, Sasha Braus. After meeting many of the friends Sasha had made in your time spent apart, you find yourself sitting on the cold plastic seats of the schools hockey arena. Unbeknownst to you that your life was about to get extremely tangled up with two of the players you watched absentmindedly skate out onto the ice. What happens when you find yourself caught between them? They settle it the only way they know how to, on the ice.

❛ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬-𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.❜ ❛ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.❜ cover art credit: enviep1 on twt college au 18 + i do not own any of these characters tw: drugs, mature language, sh, suicide, violence, smut and more