eren jaeger found a girl, and she bites.

Jean Kirstein friends to lovers slow burn. In your senior year of high school, your best friend went missing without a trace and you were the last person to see her before she disappeared, making you the prime suspect. Two years later, you return to your hometown to start your sophomore year of college and run into a face you never thought you would see again, Eren Jaeger. Assimilating into his group of friends, you realize just how connected the world truly is. With the two-year anniversary off your friend's disappearance nearing close, you begin to question loyalties within Eren's friends. Near the anniversary of your friend's disappearance, another person goes missing and you, once again, were the last person to be seen with them. Were you just in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or are you not as innocent as you propose... A certain mullet-headed friend of yours is fully convinced of your innocence, enough to help you bring justice to your friends who have disappeared. DISCLAIMER: Y/N is an unreliable narrator and often lies to herself. The truth of a lot of things rests within other POVs that are not Y/N's. This does not mean Y/N is lying all the time, it just means that this fic will require a lot of thinking, which may not be everyone's cup of tea. This story will not be a romance-oriented fic, it is a mystery plot with a romance sub-plot. Not affiliated with Attack on Titan by Hajime Isayama.

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{ Jean Kirstein x fem! Y/N } || Modern AOT AU Your life is in shambles. Your relationship with your boyfriend Jared is hanging on by a thread ever since he moved to New Eldia to pursue a career in music. After one of the most grueling semesters you've endured throughout the entirety of your college career, you have one thing to look forward to- moving to Marley City. With a new degree in biology, a job working in a research lab one of the most prestigious universities in the country under your belt, and a chance to live a life you've only ever imagined in the city that never sleeps- you know you have to take charge of your life before you lose your last shred of humanity. You move into a run-down 2 bed/1bath apartment in the heart of the Marley district, expecting a girl your age to occupy the other bedroom based on what the leasing company told you. Instead, a tall 22 year old man appears in your apartment, and you don't need your degree to tell that you guys are polar opposites. You're a bright, diligent, 4.0+ GPA scholar with dreams of getting into an M.D/PhD program. An introverted homebody at heart with a close circle and a closed off heart. A self-proclaimed nerd with a knack for the finer things in life like cheap moscato, obscure coffee shops, and long days sunbathing with a book in hand and headphones on. He's an attractive narcissist who only cares about going out and fooling around with anyone and anything that distracts him from his dreary job at a small investment banking firm. Sassy and reckless with an overly nonchalant attitude that makes your blood boil. Two opposing forces, one unit in the big city. Only the universe knows what apartment 215 has in store for you. ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ 18+, dark content mentioned so please heed any trigger warnings and read at your own risk! Crossposted to AO3 -- "apt. 215 { Jean Kirstein x Reader - Modern AU }" by itsthebeehere

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 ─┈ In desperate search of solace, wearing two losses on your hands like thick textured gloves, you arrive at Trost State University in an attempt to live out a dream you once shared with someone dear. There, eating off the bone of sheer chance, your present is greeted by your past, and you find your life intertwining with a group of close-knit friends. Lingering in their shadows, close behind, is an art student named Jean Kirstein, with a cold exterior, heavy-bagged eyes, and unpredictable behavior. It's not long before your heads clash, but what happens when your hearts begin to do the same? 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 aot college au. 18+. dark content. check all trigger warnings. intended only for mature audiences. read at your own risk. an absolute slow burn so if you're gonna complain, don't read!! i am not accepting translations!! cover art credit - bearbrickjia ☆﹕ good rankings﹒✷︵ #1 jeankirstein #1 shingeki #1 jeanxreader #1 attackontitanfanfiction #1 jean #1 college au #1 party ෆ

She sang to survive, never expecting her voice would change someone else's life. Performing at a local town bar was all Y/n knew, her only source of income and escape. But when a mysterious stranger appeared in the crowd hiding behind a hoodie, a black beanie, and a mask covering the bottom half of his face, he looked more like a thief than a man trying to enjoy his night at the bar. The only thing that seemed familiar were the eyes she had only seen through a screen. The forgotten rockstar, Connie Springer. And what better way to earn money than working for the fallen star desperate to reclaim the career his addictions had destroyed? What could possibly go wrong when you're writing songs for the known walking disaster.

Y/n used to have a future. Once upon a time, there were dreams of stages, spotlights, and cheers - until a single injury shattered all of it. Now? She's barely hanging onto college, drowning in grades, and doing her best to push the world away before it leaves her first. Jean Kirstein wasn't supposed to stick around. Annoying, persistent, and impossible to shake, he shows up when Y/n least wants anyone to. But sometimes the wrong people slip through the cracks, and sometimes the heart can't tell the difference between a lifeline and a hook. This isn't just a love story. This is a story about a boy who let the light in a girl's dark world, flickering where she never thought it could glow again.