Arriving at the University of Eldia in the great city of modern Trost, you meet an enthralling group of people. Each member leaves an impression on you, but not the way the infamous Eren Jaeger does. Being far from home makes you realize just how way in over your head you actually are. ❁CW: Reader discretion is advised, Topics such as drugs, sex, violence, domestic violence, and suicide will be covered throughout this story. (More warnings included within necessary chapters) ❁SLOWBURN ❁Cover art cr: @EnvieP1 on twitter

𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃, a rich girl meets a nonchalant stranger at a party taking drugs with him. They end up hanging out with each other more and more disregarding their social differences eventually falling in love with each other. 🥇 Eren 🥇 Erenxreader 🥇 jeankirschtein 🥇snkxreader 🥇 aot 🥇erenjaeger 🥇erenyaeger 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺 2021 - 𝘖𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 2021

Know it all. Smart mouth. Unpredictable. All of these words used to describe someone, most of these seen as undesirable traits but what happens when the undesirable...becomes desirable? Assigned to help you study, of course by being forced to have his help he already doesn't like you. Academic pressure and a need to succeed, paired with a guy who deems himself as superior in every aspect will make for an interesting relationship. modern au slowburn art cred: @/KznoBuyhm7zqrNN on twt warning; mentions of drug usage,smut,swearing, abuse, ;mature themes. i do not own attack on titan or its characters

~Eren didn't expect much from the world anymore - just bitter coffee, quiet shifts, and silence. Then she walked in... Rain-soaked, wide-eyed, and full of warmth he didn't know he missed. Y/N's a mess of mismatched scarves and late mornings. She doesn't belong in his life of walls and warnings. But she keeps showing up - and somehow, every day, she makes it harder for him to send her away.~

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳／ 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 － 𝘑𝘦𝘧𝘧 𝘉𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘺， 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦 It's been eight months since you and him let each other go not with closure, but with silence. You were supposed to last. Everyone thought you would. But distance, sharp words, and slow growing resentment tore it all down. Now he's back. Saying everything you once begged to hear. Apologizing and looking at you like he never stopped loving you. But you're still trying to forget the way his name feels in your throat. A slow burn second chance romance about love that doesn't die quietly and what happens when it comes back asking for another try. all characters except for any oc's belong to Hajime Isayama. warnings//family trauma, toxics relationships(emotional/mental), mental health struggles, drug & alcohol, sexual content (nsfw/smut) , mature language, emotional manipulation, codependency and unhealthy coping and more.

In an attempt to escape the lifeless bounds of your past, your acceptance to Trost state university fills your aching heart with a sense of hope. Forming bonds and relationships both beneficial and others: not so much lead to the scars from behind to momentarily fade. The trauma infects you, and burying yourself in work seems to be the most effective way to cope. Well, until a specific horse-faced peer intertwines his way through your twisted mind. Was he trying to ruin you? Or maybe he was trying to repair you.

previously titled k&cherry [Jean Kirstein x Reader ] 𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙞𝙣.𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚.𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 [2] 12/31/2022 @ 11:59 pm... 𝙆. 𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮. 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪. - You arrive at Trost State University on an exchange scholarship with one rule: this is temporary. You've spent your entire life proving you're worth keeping-training your body, sharpening your ambition, becoming whatever the world asked of you in order to survive in Marley as an Eldian. Paradis is supposed to be temporary. A pause. A place to breathe while the storm you created blows over back in Marley. Instead, it gives you everything you tried to leave behind. Old friends you've missed. Old truths you want to ignore. And of course; an attractive stranger who quickly becomes the bane of your existence here in Paradis. Jean Kirstein-sharp-tongued, stubborn, and infuriatingly familiar. A hockey player who calls you out for wanting more. For wanting out. For refusing to accept the identity you were born into. You clash over pride, survival, and the choices that shaped you both. But beneath the tension is something harder to ignore-an unfinished connection, a promise that never really stayed broken. Because some lives don't drift apart. They collide. cover art by xhealer_ on ig / tiktok!!

𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗨 "....𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 ...𝘰𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥" in which two college students, ex's who share a long--complicated past, learn how to coexist with each other. navigating through university, mutual friend groups, parties, family events, and most importantly--the ghosts of who they used to be and still are. they both know each other well, too well. she knows about his home life, about the anger he struggles with each day. he knows about how she was left alone and traumatized, about all the pressure she has put on her. the past never stays buried for long--not when it lingers. not when they both haven't had proper closure. not when she was his anchor. memory is a stubborn thing, and so is longing warnings//mature language, drug & alcohol use, nsfw, family issues, abuse, violence, use of weapons, mental health, death, relationship problems, and more cross-posted on ao3 : ymirsonly

In search of stillness, you leave Marley behind. Bruised feet, frayed dreams, and all. You land at Paradis University with a ballet scholarship and baggage you never unpacked. There, among paint-stained hands and late-night smoke breaks, you find yourself entangled in the lives of a tightly knit group of students, each carrying their own cracks. At the center of it all is Jean Kirstein: sharp-tongued, cigarette-breathed, and hiding more than he lets on. You're discipline. He's chaos. But the line between stage and studio starts to blur, and what begins as friction might just become a kind of art in itself.