Heat and chemicals, music pulsing like a second heartbeat. Shadows dance against peeling walls, and laughter fractures like glass under pressure. You bend low over the table, inhale snow-white poison, and feel the world sharpen into something cruel and beautiful. Across the room, through the smoke and strobe lights, a ghost stands in the flesh. Golden boy. Top of the class. Armin fucking Arlert. Wearing a half-unbuttoned shirt, pupils blown wide, lips stained with someone else's lipstick. He's not supposed to be here. But there he is- smirking like sin, eyes locking on yours. He shouldn't be here, not in this den of ruin and ruiners. Not with his halo cracked and eyes like slow-burning matches. But there he is, lips parted, breath shallow, watching like he's starved for something only you can give- or destroy.

*ೃ༄ EREN JAEGER X READER When you're paired with Eren Jaeger for a semester-long psych project on vulnerability, you expect awkward silences, not slow-burning tension and quiet moments that say more than words ever could. He's distant but not cruel, closed off but never cold. As the project forces you closer, you begin to see the cracks in his armour... and feel the ones forming in your own. This isn't just a study in intimacy. It's what happens when two people, frayed at the edges, start to unravel beside each other. 03.05.2025 -

"𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚? 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚." A pause. "𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚." ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ׂ╰┈➤ In which a quiet, overlooked genius carries the weight of years spent in the shadows- until one summer changes everything. He was the easy target, the nerd she bullied to prove she was number one. He never fought back. He never looked up. She was fire and sharp edges, fearless and untouchable- until the boy with glasses vanished, only to return with a dangerous new light in his eyes. Now the battlefield is no longer just textbooks and exams, it's pride, power, and something neither of them expected to feel. And when they collide, nothing will ever be the same. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Nerd Armin x femReader AoT college au Started: 17.05.2025 Ended: 09.11.2025 🥉 in #arminarlert (23.06.2025) 🥈 in #arminarlert (24.06.2025) 🥇 in #arminarlert (03.07.2025)

𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙀 𝙎𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝙭 𝙁𝙀𝙈!𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙂𝙀 𝘼𝙐 ❀˖°.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬-𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭-𝐦𝐞-𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲: 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞. people say that on the night of December 3rd, during the first snowfall of the year, three people died-but only one stopped breathing. Y/N can't remember faces anymore, only the hush of laughter in the dark and the scent of cologne on a winter jacket. She can't remember how Sasha looked at the end, or the boy who's always been there, just out of reach. Connie Springer doesn't know what to do with that. They were never close-just part of the same group bound by Sasha's laughter. Now, Sasha's gone, and every time he looks at Y/N, he sees what they lost. Two souls orbiting the same grief, tethered by the memory of a girl who's no longer there.

★ . ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪ EREN JAEGER x FEM!READER when a secret love affair happens between you and a boy who just seems to be way too attracted to you. ଘ started : 02.24.21 ended : 03.31.21 -there will be typos in this book and i'm too lazy to go back and edit LMFAO 💀😟-

[Jean Kirstein x Reader ] 𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙞𝙣.𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚.𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 [2] 12/31/2022 @ 11:59 pm... 𝙆. 𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮. 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪. - 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭-𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. You thought you could outrun it-grief that gnawed at your ribs, memories you never let yourself name, the pieces of yourself you left behind in Stohess. You told yourself a new city, a new program, a new you would be enough. You arrive at Trost State University with a scholarship and a dream. and for the first time in years, you almost believe the universe is offering you a reprieve-that you've finally outrun the past. Until the gallery. Until the painting. Reds layered so thick they bleed- Carmine, like the ache of things unsaid. Crimson, like promises carved into your skin. Burgundy, like secrets that rot when you hold them too long. Scarlet, like the warmth of a nickname you swore you'd buried. Reds like recognition. Reds like a voice you haven't heard in three years. And standing beneath them-eyes shadowed, mouth set- K. Only now, he has a name: Jean Kirstein.

𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙉 𝙅𝘼𝙀𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙐 .⋆𐙚 🍒, 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞-𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞... "𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆--𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓, 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈."

❛ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬-𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.❜ ❛ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.❜ cover art credit: enviep1 on twt college au 18 + i do not own any of these characters tw: drugs, mature language, sh, suicide, violence, smut and more