TROUBLE (Modern AU)

Chapter one

A/N: I apologize if this chapter's a little long, I want to get the introductions out of the way so you could enjoy the story more. I'm also a little nervous since this is my first major project, but there will be multiple chapters, just give me some time <3

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As a college student you never really had time to have fun, you usually sat in the dark, in the dorm watching re-runs of your favorite shows and/or movies and when your friends were out partying, you mostly stayed in the quiet. Your dorm was parted in half while you owned one part of the room and your roommate had the other, hers was tidy and aesthetic looking, one could say even girly and yours was basic, bedsheets your favorite color and posters of your favorite artist, etc.

Your roommate Historia, was quiet and preserved and you enjoyed that, she was easy to talk to but straightforward, like the sister you never had, you envied the way her short golden hair fell right beneath her shoulders, and how no matter what she consumed it seemed to do nothing to affect her body whatsoever. Though privacy-wise she was a little off the rails, bringing some random ass frat boy now and then. She was one of your closest friends and you certainly knew you could count on her. It's been a couple of hours, you had been studying, reviewing notes, while also listening to hours of songs you liked. It seemed neutral but then you got bored. As you moped in boredom you decided to go on Instagram and scroll through the feed. You clicked on your best friend Jean's story and saw him having the time of his life without a care in the world. Flashing lights, laughter, blasting music. Then you came across this video with him, a hot guy with dark brown hair who had a messy man bun, and a cute blonde who looked elegant and formal. It looked like they were taking shots.

It looked like the blonde's first time due to his reaction to alcohol, and man bun guy, the same thing but more neutral. Jean didn't react as much, surely because he was used to it. You looked at the caption as you cringed while reading it, it read (Partyin' with the boys) "He's such an idiot." you laughed to yourself and you also saw that the man bun guy and the blonde were tagged in the caption. You weren't really close to either of them, but you knew of them. The 'man bun' guy was a popular frat boy from what you could tell and the pretty blonde was a semi-popular pretty boy, fancy and respectful. You first clicked on the blonde's profile and saw very professionally taken photos of nature and gorgeous women. It seemed as if he was a photographer, you read his bio and it said |Be your own kind of beautiful| Which went well for his page and you clicked the follow button, you've always like positive people who would complement you and totally mean it. As you stalked a little more you soon came to find his name, "Armin Arlert.." you mumbled to yourself, he definitely looked familiar from somewhere, not because you've seen him on campus but it felt like he was in front of you at a point.

You returned to Jean's post and clicked 'man bun's profile, and as you expected, there was a bunch of pictures of chicks grinding on him, memes, and shirtless mirror pics. Some were stupid, some were attractive. He often made thirst traps that always consisted of some form of degradation, choking, hair pulling, pet names, you name it. Something you also liked. You came across a video of him doing the trend of him putting his phone at his crotch, moving it back and forth making it look like he was thrusting, or as I call it, dry humping. He had the red lights, sharp jawline, that 'Daddy' attitude if you will, something most people would go for. That's all you really saw, not seeing a more vulnerable side of him. You saw at the top of his profile his name was displayed, Eren Yeager was his name, "Classic fuck boy.." the thought still made you laugh. You clicked the follow button and got an immediate follow back. "Damn that was quick.."

You looked in the corner of your screen at the DMS and saw a notification. You took a heavy breath in not completely prepared to see what the popular frat boy had sent you.