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Assistant: Title: Talk Nerdy || Armin x reader
        Author: Hayunq Hayunq 
        Chapter: 3/3 
        Summary: “𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚? 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.”A pause.“𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚.”────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ────ׂ╰┈➤ In which a quiet, overlooked genius carries the weight of years spent in the shadows- until one summer changes everything.He was the easy target, the nerd she bullied to prove she was number one.He never fought back. He never looked up.She was fire and sharp edges, fearless and untouchable- until the boy with glasses vanished, only to return with a dangerous new light in his eyes.Now the battlefield is no longer just textbooks and exams, it's pride, power, and something neither of them expected to feel.And when they collide, nothing will ever be the same.────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ────Nerd Armin x femReaderAoT college au
        Contents: Chapter 3: Prologue
    

    


  

  
  
    
    In this college, these halls, these floors, there's only one rule:Bite first. Or get bitten.I knew that long before I set foot on campus. And I didn't come here to be liked. I came here to win.Top of the class. Face everyone knew. Name whispered in libraries and shouted at parties. That was the plan. That had always been the plan.But then he showed up.Armin Arlert.The boy with gold spun from silk for hair and a mouth that never said the wrong thing. His ocean eyes hid behind wire-rimmed glasses that made him look harmless.He wasn't.He ruined everything.I didn't hate him because he was smart. I hated him because he was smarter. I didn't hate him because he was quiet. I hated him because he was unshakeable. I didn't only hate him because he beat me.I hated him because he also smiled while doing it.From the first week of first year, it was clear: he was a threat. Not socially. Not physically. But academically, he was a nuclear weapon.And I wasn't about to let him take my position.So I hit first. Not with fists. With words. Glances. Laughter behind hands.I didn't do it alone.Annie and Hitch, sharp, cold, beautiful, stood beside me like shadows. They didn't care about grades the way I did, but they hated perfection just as much. They hated him as much as I did.We made him a target. He made it easy.He always wore those oversized sweaters like armor. Sat at the front of the class with his pen gliding like he was solving something bigger than all of us. Never late. Never loud. Always polite.I remember the first time I made him flinch.He'd gotten the top score again, full marks, while I sat at second with a g@dd@mn 97. I walked past his desk and whispered just loud enough:"Tell me, Arlert, do you jerk the professor off after class or just during office hours?"He looked up. Blinked. Then smiled like I was the joke."Non, Y/N." he smiled "I study."I wanted to kill him.Not because he insulted me. But because he didn't flinch.He never did.Every insult, every public humiliation, every time we cornered him with smirks and sugar-coated venom, he never cracked. He just looked at me with those infuriatingly calm eyes, like he knew I couldn't reach whatever part of him I was trying to tear down.But I didn't stop.There was the time I poured a coffee "accidentally" on his notes before a midterm. The time Hitch "wondered out loud" in front of the whole class if Armin had ever touched a girl. The time Annie tripped him and I told him to "watch his step, nerds don't have health insurance."Petty. Cruel. Strategic.Still, he never fought back. Never snapped. Never ran.And that made me hate him more.Because deep down, I think he knew something I didn't. He knew that my insults came from something uglier than rivalry.Obsession.Armin Arlert lived in my mind like a locked room I couldn't break into.And every day, I swore I'd find the key.I'd beat him.Crush him.Break him.Because if I didn't......I would be losing to a nerd.To a nobody.To him.Armin Arlert, with his tucked-in shirts and endless notebooks. Always sitting in the front row like the professor might hand him the universe if he raised his hand fast enough. Always mumbling something insightful under his breath just loud enough for people to notice, and admire.They called it genius.I called it arrogance.Because it didn't matter how many hours I studied, how many nights I stayed up burning through textbooks while my eyes bled exhaustion, he always beat me. Quietly. Cleanly. Effortlessly.He didn't gloat. That's what p@ss@d me off the most.He never smirked. Never rubbed it in. Just accepted the praise like it didn't even matter.But it did.It mattered to me.It wasn't just academics either. People liked him. They liked his gentle voice, his dumb awkwardness, his thoughtful responses in group projects. He wasn't even trying to be liked, and still, he was.Every time I walked into a room, people already expected me to shine. Be sharp, be pretty, be brilliant. I owned every space I stepped into...Until he walked in.And suddenly, I was background noise.Just another ambitious girl trying too hard.I hated him. I hated the way he made me feel- less. Like all my effort still didn't make me enough. He didn't have to fight to be seen. I did. I always had. And I was still being overlooked... for him.So I fought back the only way I knew how.I cornered him with words. Sharpened my tongue like a weapon and sliced at him with snide remarks. Hitch and Annie followed, half-amused, half-loyal. We turned his quiet into weakness, his kindness into something to mock. I watched him flinch once, just once and I swore I'd live off that moment forever.But it didn't last.He got good at hiding it. At blinking past the comments. At taking whatever I threw at him and acting like it didn't scratch the surface.And that made me furious.Because I wanted a reaction. I wanted him to snap, to yell, to crack.I wanted to be the reason the golden boy lost his shine.Because deep down, I didn't just want to beat him.I wanted to undo him.To rip apart that calm, quiet strength until there was nothing left but someone who looked up at me and knew I had won.But he never gave me that.Not once.He kept walking away with his calm blue eyes and his stupid, unreadable smile.And I kept chasing the one thing I swore I'd get.Winning.365 days.That's how long I spent trying to crush him. Humiliate him. Break him.Every single day of our first year at university, I made it my mission to remind Armin Arlert he didn't belong. Not in my class, not in my league, not in this world.It wasn't just me, Hitch and Annie were right there with me. The trio of terror, as some called us behind our backs. We didn't care.Each time I saw his face, those too-perfect blue eyes, that stupid curtain of blonde hair, those pressed collars and worn paperbacks clutched to his chest like a shield, I felt the fire burn hotter in my chest.And every time he smiled through the insults... every time he said "Thank you" or "Sorry" after we tore him down...I hated him more.He never yelled. Never cried. Never flinched.He made me feel like a child throwing tantrums while he floated above it all like some holier-than-thou saint in pressed khakis.It made me sick.And it made me obsessed.I spent the whole d@mn year trying to bury him. Humiliation in the halls. Mockery in class. Coffee "accidents" in the cafeteria.And he took it all.Or at least he acted like he did.Which was worse.Because deep down, I knew he was still winning. I was trying to destroy him, and he wasn't even playing the game.He was smarter than me. Everyone said so. He had the grades to prove it. And no matter how loud I was, how sharp my words were, I couldn't shake him.So when summer rolled around and he disappeared like a ghost, I told myself:He's gone.I won.No more smug smiles. No more perfect scores. No more Armin Arlert.I hadn't seen his face since the last lesson which was before summer break. No sign of him in town. No new posts on his social media. Nothing.And for the first time in a year, I felt peace.I slammed my diary shut and pushed away from my desk with a satisfying thud. The sound echoed in my chest like closure.This year... this year was going to be mine.I wandered out into the living room, where Hitch and Annie were curled up on the couch, legs tangled like it was second nature."Are we seriously wasting our last weekend of summer like this?" I groaned, crossing my arms."We could go shopping," Hitch offered, her voice suddenly chipper. "I need new clothes for fall. Like, now."I rolled my eyes and collapsed onto the couch beside them. "Seriously? Eren hasn't thrown a party yet?"That would be a first.Eren Yeager was practically the king of college parties. Every Saturday, without fail, his place was the place to be. Booze. Music. People passed out on the lawn by midnight.His parties were so legendary he had a VIP section in his own d@mn house, roped off, golden cups, the whole nine yards. Only the elite got in."I haven't gotten anything," Hitch replied, unlocking her phone with a frown.Annie just shrugged and said nothing, which meant she hadn't either.I groaned and buried my face in a throw pillow. "What a tragic life we lead."As if summoned by my misery, my phone lit up.Eren Yeager calling.I picked up. "Yo, what's up, Eren?""Don't 'what's up' me," he shot back. "We're not friends.""Yet you call me every time you throw a party." I smirked. "Admit it, you'd miss me if I didn't show.""Whatever. You're invited. Try not to start any fires."Then he hung up.I stood abruptly, a spark of energy firing through my veins."Ladies," I declared, "the devil just called. There's a party tonight."Their eyes lit up like Christmas."Can we please go into the city first?" Hitch begged, turning to Annie with pleading eyes. "Like... full-on transformation. New hair, new outfits. We need a glow-up."Annie arched a brow. "Are you saying we looked like sh@t before?""No!" Hitch gasped. "I'm saying we should show up unrecognisable. Leave last semester's version of us behind."Annie gave her the flattest look imaginable.Hitch turned to me. "Y/N, please tell me you get it."I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, I get you. I agree. Let's level up."Hitch threw her arms in the air triumphantly. "Finally! My treat, girls. Today, we become icons- I mean- better icons-" she shivered at Annie's glare.The three of us scattered to our rooms, ready to tear apart our closets and reassemble ourselves.New nails. New heels. New hair.This year wasn't going to be a repeat of the last.Armin Arlert was gone.And for the first time, I was free to take what was mine.I was going to be the best.No more second place.No more losing to a nerd.No more quiet blue eyes and polite smiles haunting my every win.This year, I ruled.Or so I hoped.──── ୨୧ ──── ──── ୨୧ ──── ──── ୨୧ ──Our little shopping day- spree, chaos, ritualistic glow-up- whatever you want to call it, turned out way crazier than we'd planned. And definitely more expensive than expected.Hitch went feral in every store we stepped into. She got her hair cut to a sharp, shoulder-length bob, light brown with warm undertones that caught the light like it was professionally staged. It suited her, made her look grown, confident...dangerous. She strutted out of that salon like a movie star who just buried her ex. Then came the clothes, every store. As if her credit card was enchanted. Which, to be fair, it kind of was- her parents funded her lifestyle like she was a charity they couldn't say no to.Annie, on the other hand, didn't even glance at the scissors. No dye, no dramatic cut, nothing. She was Annie. Unbothered. Cold. Effortlessly stunning. But even she didn't leave untouched. She returned from one of the jewelry booths with a brand-new nose piercing, clean, silver, perfect. It glinted subtly beneath the mall lights, and I swear, I caught Hitch staring like she'd just seen the sunrise."Oh my god," Hitch mumbled, blinking a little too fast as Annie sauntered over with her signature lazy smirk.They won't admit it. Never do. Hitch calls her "best friend" with a little too much breath in her voice, and Annie just lets it hang there- unchallenged, unexplained.Everyone knows they have something going on. Tension so thick you could slice it with a nail file. We all play along, pretend it's nothing, but please. Society has been calling lesbians "best friends" for centuries.As for me, I kept it simple. Just added some subtle highlights to my hair, enough to shimmer, enough to change, but nothing over-the-top. New clothes, obviously. A couple of killer outfits and a dress for tonight that would shut anyone up who even thought I'd peaked last year.By the time we made it home, the bags were littered across the floor like fallen soldiers. The vibe was electric, tonight was going to be something."Hitch, for the love of god, stop organizing the room and get ready!" Annie shouted from the hallway, voice sharp with that deadpan irritation only she could master.Oh, right- forgot to mention. They share a room.With one bed in it.Make of that what you will.I grabbed my towel and hairbrush and slipped into the bathroom before Hitch could beat me to it. She takes forever doing her makeup and hogs every mirror like her face is under contract.I turned on the water, took a quick shower, just enough to feel clean, refreshed, new. When I stepped out, wrapped in my towel, I realized I'd forgotten my slippers. Typical. I tiptoed back to my room, avoiding slipping on the floorboards, and made a beeline for my vanity.There, I sat on the edge of my bed and began the post-shower routine, lotions, perfumes, soft cotton against even softer skin. I wanted to feel fresh tonight, like a new version of myself. The version that didn't chase ghosts. The version who didn't have Armin Arlert clogging up her thoughts.My phone lit up beside me.Jean: Are you coming, pretty?I smirked, a small laugh escaping my lips.Of course he texted.Jean was a flirt. A shameless, persistent flirt. He was friends with him, sure, but he also had a habit of circling me like a vulture with lip balm and cologne. I wasn't sure if he wanted me or just wanted to say he'd had me. Either way, I used it to my advantage. Why not? I mean he was hot.I quickened the pace. Slipped into the dress, black, form-fitting, ruched in all the right places. Dried my hair, styled it with just enough volume. Did my makeup sharp, dewy, and glowing. A hint of gloss, a touch of smoke around the eyes. I topped it off with gold jewelry, just enough to whisper expensive.By the time I packed my purse, the night was already humming beneath my skin."Y/N! Hurry up!" Hitch's voice rang down the hall, frantic as always. From the echo, I could tell she was in the bathroom. Again.I slid on my new heels, strappy, sky-high, matching my dress and stepped out of my room."B@tch, you're not even ready," I said, one brow raised as I leaned against the doorframe. "And you're yelling at me?"Hitch hopped down from the bathroom sink, waving a brush in the air. "I just need my heels! I'm done, I swear!"Annie and I shared a look. No words needed. Just mutual understanding. Hitch and her last-minute scrambling was a universal constant."We'll be in the car," Annie said flatly, already turning to leave.Of course, Hitch made us wait another forty-five minutes. But she made up for it by handing us each a crisp $100 bill as an apology."Gas money," she said sweetly, knowing d@mn well she didn't drive a single mile.I slid the bill into my purse and turned the keys in the ignition.It was time.Tonight wasn't just a party. It was a restart.Armin Arlert was gone.And I was about to remind everyone exactly who I actually was.We drove into the city, toward the infamous Yeager estate.Or as we called it...The mansion.Of course it wasn't. Eren strategically bought a mansion only a few blocks from campus. Said it was "for convenience," but we all knew what he really meant, maximum party exposure with minimum effort. No one had an excuse not to come. He made sure of that.By the time I pulled up, the street was already lined with cars, hoods warm, windows fogged, music bleeding from half-cracked doors. The night pulsed with something chaotic, like the house itself was alive and vibrating.As I turned off the engine, I took a deep breath.Here we go."I can already smell the drugs," Annie muttered as she stepped out of the car, wrinkling her nose in quiet disgust. The breeze lifted her pale blonde hair just enough to frame the glint of her new nose piercing. She looked lethal in the moonlight.Hitch practically bounced to her side, looping their arms together with practiced ease. Her laugh rang out, loud and warm, already drunk on the anticipation.I stayed back for a second, pulling out my phone and snapping a picture of them. Just a quick one, Hitch leaning into Annie, Annie pretending not to smile, the two of them lit up by the neon porch light.Yeah. I had a whole folder of photos like that. I liked to keep records of these little "best friend" moments. Just in case."Let's just go," I said, slipping the phone back into my purse and heading toward the house. The bass was so loud I could feel it in my teeth as I climbed the steps. I pushed open the front door- unlocked, of course. Eren's parties never had bouncers. Everyone was welcome. For better or worse.The moment the door opened, it hit me like a tidal wave, warm, sweaty air thick with the stench of alcohol, weed, vape clouds, cologne, and s@x. LED lights flashed erratically, casting green and red shadows across the overcrowded space. Someone screamed with laughter. A glass shattered. A couple was making out aggressively against the wall near the stairs. Another couple was clearly doing more than that in the hallway.This place was a zoo.A beautiful, violent, hedonistic zoo."Excuse us," Hitch called out with an eye roll as she shoved past a group of freshmen, dragging Annie behind her as we made our way toward the back, the so-called "VIP area." The second living room. Where Eren's actual friends gathered. The untouchables.We were halfway there when I spotted him."Reiner!" I called out, beaming as I made my way over and threw my arms around him. My cool  brother. The only one in this entire house who could make me feel safe and still somehow cool."You dyed your hair?" he asked, pulling back slightly to ruffle the top of my head. "Again? Mom's gonna kill you."I shrugged, giving him my best innocent smile. "Well, Mom's not here, is she?"He laughed, one of those deep-chested laughs that made him seem older than the rest of us. "You heading to the back?""Obviously."He nodded. "Let's go, then."Reiner led the way through the crowd like some kind of golden-ticket bodyguard, his height and presence parting the masses for us. The closer we got, the more the noise shifted, less chaotic, more controlled. The second living room was lower-lit, decorated more like a lounge than a frat house. Only people with the right last names or tight connections made it in. But with Reiner at the front, nobody stopped us. They wouldn't dare.And there they were.The main circle.Mikasa sat curled in Eren's lap, her fingers tangled in his hair, whispering something into his ear that made him grin with lazy satisfaction. Historia and Ymir were spinning in the middle of the room, their hands clasped like some kind of ritual. Ymir's laugh was wild and reckless. Pieck, goddess of not giving a single f@ck, was somehow asleep on Porco's lap, even with the music blasting. Porco looked like he was guarding her from the world.And then there was Jean. Of course. Lounging on the corner couch with two girls, one on each side, his arms stretched behind them like the human embodiment of a cliché. He spotted us and gave a cocky little nod."Missed us?" Hitch purred as we stepped into the room. Her smirk was sharp and teasing, her hand still hooked in Annie's.A few heads turned. Some smiled politely. Others rolled their eyes. No one jumped up to greet us, but no one told us to leave either. That was the thing, we weren't exactly welcome, but we weren't unwelcome either. Everyone from the "main" circle likes us.Except for Mikasa and Eren.They didn't even try to hide it. Their cold stares were reserved for us the way you'd glare at an annoying neighbor who always parks in your spot. Because we weren't just girls who dressed well and threw shade.We were the ones who spent a year making their friends life hell."I see your twink friend isn't here," Annie said casually, letting her eyes scan the room like she was looking for misplaced trash. "Has he perhaps left the town, moved away?"Hitch bit her lip, clearly fighting a giggle. I didn't even try to hide my smirk.The moment felt good, clean. Armin was gone. Finally. I could breathe.Until I heard it.That voice.Cool. Calm. Familiar."I'm actually right here, Annie."The room went silent.My stomach dropped.And when I turned-There he was.︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵A/N: here's the promised first chapter, I really hope you guys enjoy the story and don't mind Y/Ns annoying personality...character developments will be here soon!'
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