Shiganshina University promised freedom; a chance to start over. Falling into your roommate's inner circle was easy. Falling for Eren Jaeger? A mistake you never saw coming. He's reckless. Detached. A storm disguised as a boy. You know better than to get too close. Yet, you can't help but drown in him-in the anger, in the ache, in the things he'll never say. Somehow, loving him feels like losing yourself. But maybe that's exactly what you've been running from all along. ੈ✩‧₊˚🐋 college au, no titan powers, all characters 18+, smut, alcohol & drug use, talk of death, grief, talk about killing, suicide. reader discretion advised. i do not own any of the characters featured in this story. all characters belong to hajime isayama, the creator of attack on titan. this work is purely a fan creation and is not affiliated with or endorsed by the original creator.

After a night of drinking with her comrades, she lets her guard down when Jean invites her to spend the night with him. The warmth of the alcohol blurs her senses and she mistakenly ends up in the room of Captain Levi himsef. What happens next is far from what she expected: a cold, merciless punishment that shatters illusions and changes everything she thought she knew about desire and control. WARNINGS: explicit sexual content (very often) , violence, alcohol use , strong language, abuse of power, age gap, intense power dynamics, toxic relationship You can also find me on Ao3 under the same name! @/levigoonette on tiktok 😛

armin arlert x reader ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ "i don't want to talk to just 'someone', i want to talk to you." ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ after transferring from marley college to paradis university, you are stuck between a rock and a hard place, trying to deal with your obnoxiously cocky, smart, and stupidly attractive lab partner, who would rather eat concrete than talk to you, all while navigating a new friend group and a college riddled with drama. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ inspired by the armin fan art circulating on tiktok and tumblr right now! i am trying to find the artist of the fan art in the background of the cover, i will drop their @ when i find it! ----- slow burn fake dating college au

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - (𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐮) "𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣, 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣." ─── With your past following you like a dark cloud, a fresh start at a different university is exactly what you need. For the first time in your life, you've taken matters into your own hands and granted yourself some much-needed change. Not only does Marley State University offer a great program, but it also gives you people who feel like the functioning family you've always longed for. Of course, you can't get along with everyone-especially not those who don't even make an effort of getting to know you. But maybe there's more to that than just pure arrogance. And yet, old shadows seem to follow you everywhere. Your guilt-tainted heart, always torn and distant, will it finally be set free and find its home? © all rights met . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. (og title: Of Ashes and Honey) This story includes dark and sensitive content, please check all the trigger warnings, which will also be stated at the beginning of the chapter if needed. 18+, minors, do not interact!! 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 #1 jeanxreader 09/01/25 #1 jeansnk 09/13/25 #1 shingeki 10/01/25 #1 jeankirstein 01/10/26 #1 jean 02/16/26 #1 aot 02/16/26 #1 attackontitan 02/19/26 #1 snkxreader 02/21/26 ₊˚⊹⋆ crossposting on ao3

•Vote if you want:)• A slow burn, enemies to lovers story. You're a girl who once seduced men for money, did streetfights but now finds herself in the Survey Corps, where her tough and flirtatious demeanor clashes with Levi. The two can't stand each other at first, but as time goes on, their tension begins to lessen. Though they get along to some extent, they don't really talk unless necessary. However, despite their animosity, You can't help but feel attracted to Levi, and he, too, finds himself drawn to her in ways he doesn't understand. ⚠️DISCLAIMER: There might be smut and inappropriate language. Alcohol and Tobacco Use I don't own any of the characters. This story is not canon. I don't own the art; I couldn't find the person who made it, but when I do, all credits will go to them!

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙖𝙪 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡. 𝙃𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚. 𝐓𝐖: 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙡, 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩,18+, 𝙚𝙩𝙘

you thought that the distance would make it easier. easier to forget it, easier to leave your brother, easier to breathe. but memories doesn't go away with distance, it'll never be that easy. all characters belong to hajime isayama. ˙⋆✮

You're a free-spirted wanderer of the land, returns to the town where it all started seeking to piece together your mortal life-if you even had one. Upon setting foot into your home town, you find the one person who you never even knew existed; or you hoped didn't exist-leading you to a love triangle. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ CW: Reader discretion is advised. Topics such as Drugs, alcohol,sex, violence, blood, recurring topic of death, and past trauma will be covered throughout the story.

Completed This is a collection of AOT short stories. There's gonna be lots of headcanons in here, just to warn you. I'll be taking requests, but no smut, and no cursed or illegal ships. Thanks! Best Ratings #27 Eremin #1 mikasaxjean #9 erenxarmin #4 ymirxchrista #192 out of 1.7k leviheichou 🤷‍♀️ #13 eruri

You didn't mean to fall in love with him. He was just a roommate-sharp-tongued, distant, always half-turned away like a closed door. Levi Ackerman lived in the quiet between slammed cabinets and unspoken rules, in the spaces where words refused to exist. You learned his silence before you learned his name. You paint to survive. He watches without meaning to. Somewhere between late nights and shared air, he becomes your muse-his scars, his restraint, the way he carries grief like a second spine. You paint him in fragments because loving him whole feels too dangerous. Every brushstroke is a confession you never say aloud. Every glance is a war you pretend not to fight. Enemies learn each other's rhythms. Roommates learn each other's ghosts. Lovers learn how to stay. But Levi has always been a man shaped by loss, and loving him means learning how to be quiet with the ache. This is a story about longing that lingers, about love spoken in pauses and paint-stained hands, about two people who only know how to touch through absence. He never asks to be seen. You never ask to be loved. And yet- in the hush of shared rooms and unfinished canvases, you begin to understand: some love stories aren't written in words. They're painted.