Going to a university far from home where no one knows you and instantly making friends with the elite seemed like a good idea at the time. After finding yourself in drama and bad situations and of course, catching the eye of the infamous playboy eren jaeger, things begin to take a turn for the worst. ❧ set in college, all characters 18+, no titan powers, set in normal world. smut. content for 18+. talk about drugs and sex. talk of SA/ SA action. drug use warning. talk of stress eating disorder. talk of suicide and suicidal action. talk about death and killing. DV/violence scenes. reader discretion is advised. enjoy. cover art credit to: lunarells !! please do not ask to translate/repost my work!!

"i don't want to feel sick without you." "you were already sick without me." You enroll last minute in Paradis University with hopes of putting your old life in Marley behind you, only to cross paths with the one and only Eren Jaeger, who's being pulled under by his own demons. Can you learn to handle the overwhelming lust and loathing you feel towards each other while discovering something that could possibly ruin and bring to light everything you worked towards hiding? Or will the cycle keep repeating in circles? info/warnings- all characters belong to Hajime Isayama. college AU, modern world, drug use, overdosing, sexual content, violence, stalking, guns, knifes, near death experiences, mental illnesses, domestic violence, abusive behavior, toxic relationships, sexual abuse, and suicidal actions/ ideations. please read at your own discretion.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN