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COMPLICATED — S1-E5: Two Men on a Mission

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Fem! Reader x Jean Kirstein

Word count: 5.3k

Series summary: Two boys, opposites you could say with a troubled past, fall for the same girl. You to be precise, but one falls head over heels at first sight, and as for the other, won't dare to admit his feelings. With the first guy, you had a not-so-welcoming encounter with. And well, the same goes for the other play boy as well. Are you a competition to them? Maybe. Will you fall for one, or both? Definitely. But how will everything play out in the end?

Chapter summary: Things heat up between You, Eren, and Jean. But everything complicates when Reiner becomes your foe.

Content warning: mild verbal abuse and violence

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𝗦𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆, 9:15 𝗽𝗺

𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

I never once really fell in love with a girl. My standards are pretty high, but I'll still take a few to bed. By few, I definitely don't mean every girl I flirt with haha... I'm only joking, calm down love:)

A notorious playboy or horse-face (uh, ignore the second name) Is what I get as a nickname just because I can pull. I mean, I'm young. I could do whatever I want. No need to worry about all the lovey-dovey shit.

She's a normal girl, she's just like everyone else...

She caught my eye though. Well, not really actually. It was more like her rejection to me which caught me off guard, because rejection doesn't happen to someone of my degree.

Like, Who can resist a guy like me?

Maybe I shouldn't have tried to seduce her the first time I met the girl. I could've used my other tactics for her to fall for me, but the thing is... I don't usually need to use all the tricks up my sleeves for a girl to fall head over heels. One look at me, and they want me.

I gave her a pickup line and my killer smirk that night at the Diner, yet she didn't look flustered a bit.

I had to even resort to my hands to do all the skimming around her thighs, which made her push me away instead as a result. I thought that move would have definitely drawn her in closer to my trap...

But I was rejected again! Unbelievable, isn't it?

I don't know if she's playing hard to get, but if she is, she's good at her game.

Eren got to her first before I could at that fucker's party a few nights ago. It was confusing to me how he held such a worrisome face, so I had to follow the bastard.

His traumatic look came to make sense when I pursued him through the crowd, finding the blockhead and Reiner about to throw hands for the same girl I had my eyes on.

Except I find within their conversation that Braun's intentions were nothing like Eren's... the bipolar is sick in the head, literally.

I wanted to step in, but Eren made it plain as day that he had the whole situation covered as soon as he knocked Reiner out cold, then left afterwards with the girl he saved over his shoulders and out the party.

I'm mad. It wasn't me who got to protect her... but why? Do I like her? Or is it just a random feeling...

My stupid self back in the days got Eren into drugs, and I guess my mother and Grisha got in between me and the suicidal maniacs bond on top of that. Everything wasn't pretty, and it still isn't to this day.

Yeager's been going through a tough time, and it's... mostly my fault. So I guess I understand his hatred towards me.

still..

I'll make sure you crave for me, instead of him.

-

Destination: Fucker's house, and Goal: To not get caught, but I have a idiotic bald-headed side-kick besides me who will most likely get the fucking cops called on us. I'm praying to whatever god's above that won't happen.

"Bro we should play the mission impossible playlist, amIright?? This is going to be pretty epic Jean. But I swear.. If we get caught, my parents are gonna shove me into a box and ship me off to Madagascar.."

Connie was all excited about the plan of action in the passenger seat, and he doesn't exactly know why we're even doing it in the first place. But the dumb-ass still agreed to the scheme just for the fun of it.

I like to keep it like that. If baldie found out it had to do with Y/n, he would never shut up about me simping over her for months in consequence.

"We're not gonna get caught. But if we do, the look on Reiners pathetic face will make it all worth it." I chuckled, drifting my corvette to the left to make our final turn to Braun's place.

"Hey, you notice the black corvette behind us? That's one hell of a car, better than yours Jean. They aren't following us, right?" Connie cross-examined as he gazed at the left side-view mirror.

I checked mine also from curiosity, and damn how he was right about those wheels being something else. A cv z06 corvette, better then my classic torch red.

"Nah, I don't think they're tailing us, we're good." I reassured, glancing at my rear-view mirror to check the black vehicle once more. I don't know why, but I felt like I've seen that certain car somewhere. Just couldn't quite put my finger on it.

Wonder which hot chick drives that car...

-

𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗣𝗢𝗩

"Do you think they spotted us, sis?" Noah nervously babbled as he was slumping in the passenger seat like that would've hidden his presence or something. You sighed and slowed your speed a bit since you were going about 90 miles per hour on the freeway near the red corvette.

"We're fine, guess dressing in all black worked." You giggled because you dead-ass looked like Catwoman and Noah...Yeah, he doesn't deserve the title as Batman so, no.

You evenly swerved to the left and took the same exit Jean had taken. The exit gave you an uncanny sensation, déjà vu, like you've driven down this road before.

Weird, didn't Mikasa take this same exit when we were going to the dick's party?

"S-slow down Y/n, you're driving like you're in freakin Tokyo drift." Noah stuttered, clenching his seatbelt with his life from your car propelling. The adrenaline for driving fast was like an addiction for you. But you had to calm down since Noah looked like he was about to piss his pants from fear...

"Fine, I'll slow down. I just don't wanna lose them." You maintain your distance, zig zagging through cars swiftly until you finally catch Jean's car in the distance, parallel parking across... REINER'S HOUSE??

Why the fuck are they here oml...guess we're gonna have to find out.

Your car rolled in a few houses away from Reiners place for good measure, parking behind cars of big brands. You flung out your door, and tried softening your steps towards the mansion. Noah quietly followed behind.

"Here! Let's hide behind these bushes. We'll be at perfect range from the two idiots." You sent Noah a signal like you were a marshaller for an airport, then crept behind him towards the bushes. The leaves crunching below your feet weren't as loud when you steadily dashed to your designated hiding spot.

"Fuck! I think a thorn just went up my ass.."

You yelped in pain as soon as your rear hit the ground abruptly.

"What ass? Flat Stanley, HAHAHAH-" Noah couldn't finish his cackle due to you stuffing a bunch of dirt and grass into his shitty mouth to make him shut up. He basically almost choked to death, it definitely wasn't the best idea for him to tag along also.

"Wait, didn't the seniors throw a party here a couple of nights ago, sis?" Noah questioned. "Yeah, this is where the awful back-to-school party happened." You answer in front of Noah with a slight sigh.

You never told your family what really happened that night, or anyone for that matter. Only Mikasa and Eren knew... Well, that's what you had thought.

You and Noah shift your weight a bit because crouching behind those bushes felt like the blood flow would stop in your legs. You then sent a silent prayer of thanks that your bad-luck doesn't get you to get caught snooping.

"Shit, sis! I think they're going to vandalize the person's car. Look at the spray can bottles they have in their hand! Wow, they're coooool. Date one of them please." Noah begged, you rolled your eyes from his stupid utterance and continued to observe your view.

You squint your eyes like it might help you hear Jean and Connie better, because damn those idiots are real idiots. But in the back of your head, you really wished you would've joined them.

If I were them, I would've painted the fuck-face's house as well. And maybe even break in to paint dicks all over Reiners face. But why are they even doing this?

....

"Art in the highest form." Jean wiped the paint off his chin with a thumb and chuckled wickedly, taking in the sight of his colorful masterpiece on the now not-so-white Bugatti.

Jean exceeded his limits of spraying miniature dicks onto Reiners car. Art can be a way to show your emotions, and Jean took that literally.

"Remind me why we're doing this exactly?" Connie asked Jean as he was scratching his bald head in perplexity.

"Cause he's a piece of shit." Jean answered right away with a straight face and a shrug. Connie cocked a brow from his confusing explanation.

"I know that, but he hurt Historia ages ago. Why now?" Connie crosses his arms over his chest and backs away from Reiners car a little.

"He's been fucking with too many people lately. Besides, his face alone is enough reason." Jean's blatant response was still difficult for Connie to understand, but he pushed it aside.

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩- Yeah, by 'too many people' I know you mean one person. One girl... Pfft horse-face, nice try.

"Anyways, we should go now." Jean advised since it was getting a little too late. "Alright, start the car. I've got one more thing to do." Connie proposed with a sly smile, which made Jean send him an eye-roll from skepticism.

"Please don't piss on the car, don't ruin my hard work..." Jean shook his head with a hearty laugh, then sprinted off to his Corvette with the empty spray-cans before Connie could counter.

"I wasn't going to- actually, that isn't a bad idea..." Connie really thought about what Jean said, but denied it before he grabbed his phone from his back pocket, and began to record the whole car from every angle.

Snickering as he was doing that, all the lights suddenly shifted back on inside of Reiners place. Connie swore no one was actually home, but boy was he wrong....

"HEYY, WHO THE HELL IS OUT THERE?! YOU ARE SO FUCKED WHEN I FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE!" The shrieking grumpy voice threatens.

Yup, that was the devil himself yelling from the top of his lungs. Connie froze, you and Noah's mouth hung open from shock behind the bushes, and Jean was pissed that he actually believed Connie's idiot self that no one would be home...

Connie then darted to Jean's car for the sake of his poor life, and almost tripped in his tracks.

"DRIVE NOW. DRIVE! DRIVE!" Connie hyperventilated and demanded as soon as he jumped into Jean's car.

"Connie, I thought I fucking told you to make sure no one was home!" Jean scolded Baldie while revving his engine back to life.

"I did!" Baldie blurted, swearing he really thought the bastard wasn't home.

"No, you clearly-"

"Dude, DRIVE. NOW. I'm not rich or white! And I don't think I look good in an orange jumpsuit either!" Connie claiming he wasn't white made Jean burst out into laughter, but they couldn't waste time for an argument, so the both of them fled the crime scene before notice.

Now, back to you and Noah.

....

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Noah stop squirming, and get up quickly before that mother-fucker catches us." You whispered harshly into Noah's ear. Reiner already had came out of his house, and he didn't look anywhere near okay from the sight of his now ruined car.

"Okay, I'll go first. You will be on the lookout." Noah murmured, you nodded and agreed. You lurch your head back with frantic eyes towards Reiner. Trying to keep a lookout while Noah got up first to cautiously creep away.

Alright, the jerk's focus is entirely on his fucked up car. I should be good now.

At a slow place, you extended yourself off the muddy ground. Each muscle in your body was guarded carefully. Okay, okay, I'm doing good so far... this isn't so hard haha...

A leaf beneath your feet then crunches. LOUD AND CLEAR.

"HEY? WHO'S THERE!!" Reiner took his attention off his car, and sprinted without hesitation towards the noise you caused.

Oh shit. Gotta blast!!!!!

You run expecting to save yourself and Noah. Being chased is as potentially lethal as it gets. You had to escape at any cost. You focus, you think, and you don't look back.

Goddamit, He's fast!

Finally making it into your car that Noah had started up himself, you rushed to dissolve away in the night without getting seen thankfully.

Reiner was too late to catch your face.

I'm never pulling this stunt ever again...

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𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴,

8:00 𝗮𝗺

Mirage, what you named your precious car, sadly broke down right after you took flight from Reiners place the other night. So you were car-less, and that's literally the worst feeling.

It's like losing the privilege to escape from reality. You couldn't go for random long drives at night to ease your thoughts. No more of those for about two weeks you estimated.

But guess what? Now you get to tag along with Mikasa to school every morning! Let's also add another certain blond hottie to the morning drive. Remember the Leonardo DiCaprio look-alike?

The blonde was wearing a collared blue shirt, his sleeves shrugged up to his elbows, and a silver chain around his neck for you to eye on the rear-view mirror In Mikasa's G-wagon.

Man, and Armin plays the guitar too. I really wish he was my neighbor... fuck Eren.

"So... When is baby Mirage gonna get fixed? Mikasa batted her eyes at you for a second, then turned to face the road in front of her as she drove.

"I hate being car-less. Every time I get somewhere, I feel like I'm stranded on an Island just waiting for a rescue team to get me out of there." You dramatically preached. You heard Armin chuckle under his breath from your sentence, which made your cheeks blush all kinds of pink.

"If you want, I can give you a ride to school until you get your car back! It won't be a problem for me since I don't live that far from you." Armin offered an offer every girl would've dreamed to accept.

"No need for you to do that Armin, I'm keeping Y/n to myself until her car gets fixed." Mikasa winked in the rear-view mirror at the blonde in the back. You have Mikasa and Armin fighting for you, what more could you ask for?

Damnit Mikasa. I love you, but... ARMEEENNN.

"You guys are making me blush all colors calm downnn. Anyways, speaking of problems... Eren is so careless!" You exclaimed, Mikasa gave you a 'Uh oh, what now?' Look.

"What did Eren do?" Armin kindly asked from the backseat.

"Well, he's supposed to memorize a script for a project that we both have to present today...and I just know he didn't glance at it but only once since our last meet-up a few days ago." You answered with a spirit-less sigh.

Mikasa and Armin attempted, but failed to suppress a laugh from your agony. Your eyes bounce from Armin to Mikasa, a blank look formed on your face from their giggles.

"Whatttt? Am I missing something here?" Your head wilted towards the both of them as you let loose a self-conscious laugh. "Oh, you don't know. Do you?" Mikasa found your puzzlement amusing, she was definitely hiding something that felt important for some reason.

"Know what...." You dragged out, "You'll find out! Don't worry." Armin tried raising your spirits, but it failed miserably, and the thought wouldn't get out of your head as soon as you finally all made it to the hallways of the school.

Mikasa's statement was so vague, did Eren do something? Armin waves bye to the both of you,

and Mikasa leads you to the vending machines by the cafeteria.

"Hey, did you see what happened to Reiners car over the weekend?" You asked as a devious smile graced your face. Mikasa pulled out a barbecue lays chip packet from the machine, and handed it to you.

"NO. Explain after I take a quick shit, I'll be right back my love." She pecked your LIPS this time, and you turned red as a fat tomato while she left you and walked off to the restrooms to the left.

I think I might fall for her one day.

Entirely unaware, Reiner overheard your little conversation with Mikasa from a distance about the vandalism. His heart increased while he clenched his jaw, storming towards your direction as his temperament went up with each step.

Shit was about to go down, any second now...

"YOU little bitch!" You suddenly felt a huge hand forcing you to turn around to face them. Their grip was so tight, that it pained your shoulder. It was Reiner. The menace had fury etched into his eyes. Everyone around you stopped in motion to gaze at the both of you.

"Guy's, he's crazy... don't you

think we should step in?"

"I got this, hand me

your phone HAHAHHA."

"Who the fuck do you think you are! Touching me with your fucking crusty hands!" You pushed him away with all your force, but it only made him step closer to you. He wasn't even discreet about the situation, it's like he wanted all the attention on the both of you.

𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘃- The hell is going on over there? Is that angel-face and Reiner?? The fuck does he think he's doing talking to her like that.

Jean scurried through each student who was either gossiping, or had a phone in their hand to video the whole argument. From everything he was hearing from the maniac's booming voice, Jean exactly knew why the circumstances came to be.

"I didn't mess with your car. Calm yourself jack-ass." You glared above into Reiners dreadfully threatening pupils that wouldn't dare to take off from your face. You were itching for him to go further so you could shut him down with a few punches.

"I heard you, bitch! I know you fucked my car up! How stupid do you think I am?!" Reiner spoke in gritted teeth, his filthy saliva flew to your cheeks.

Don't say it. Don't say it. Resist the urge-

"Extremely stupid." You pouted sarcastically as you twirled your hair, hearing laughter in the range of multiple students from your quick-witted comment, thus making Reiner's ears go all red.

"Listen to me, I'm gonna fuckin destroy-"

"Woah, woah, woah, don't you think you're a little too close to Y/n over here? You know it's not cool to call a woman a bitch, right?" Playboy appeared out of thin air and stepped in between you and Reiner. Acting all heroic and superior.

One of Jean's soft hands were intertwined with yours, like he was trying to calm you down with his touch.

Great. I'm the center of attention, why is mullet in my way of punching the dick...Ugh.

"Fuck off man, I'm not done." Reiner spat to Jean, hovering in front of him so he could view your face instead of Jean's.

"No, I think you've done enough to this poor girl..." Mullet calling you 'poor girl' felt like the biggest insult to you, all you wanted to do was handle the situation on your own but of course tweedle dee is acting like you're hopeless.

Who the fuck is he calling 'poor girl!'

"Mind your fucking business, Kirstein." Reiner hissed, still trying to catch a glimpse of you, but Jean's giant figure covered your whole body, Mullet's physique was tall as hell.

"Oh, but this is my business. Connie and I were the ones who gave your car a makeover. No need to pay us, it's on the house Braun!" Jean admitted with a smirk, and the tension between the boys only grew from his accusation.

"YOU DID WHA-"

Reiner couldn't finish telling off Jean. Thanks to you pushing playboy out of your way to throw a lethal jab onto Reiner's stone-cold face. The punch was long awaited for you, and you hear scatters of gasps from your hit.

Fuck! Is that dick's face made of armor?? My knuckles are aching...

Reiner was thrown to the floor, adjusting his jaw and spitting the leftover blood that was remaining in his mouth from your punch. You had to take in the beautiful sight before you opened your mouth again.

"You little- My father will hear about this!" Reiner muttered nonsense like that would scare you away.

"Oh, really now? I'm sure he'd love to hear about you spiking my drink too." The words tasted so good when it escaped your lips, Reiner was dead silent from your utterance. Everyone was in fact, no back-talk at all.

"That's right, I know. Aww come on, give him a call! Your daddy's waiting!" You teased him to the point where he just sighed and took all the hate you were pouring onto him with no backchat.

𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩- I want her so bad...

"Yeah, that's what I fucking thought. I don't care who your father is, or how much money he has. In fact, no one does. Because no matter how filthy rich you are... you're still just a dick. Next time you mess with me or any other girl... You'll be hearing from my lawyers, Reiner." You serve back without missing a beat. People were praising and applauding you.

Invisible fucking mic-drop.

You scoff with a playful grin at the sight of Reiners guilt, then turned around to leave the scene. But... Jean stood in between your way to your next class. You peer above into his sinful brown pupils that were covered in lust. His smirk never left his face as he looked down on you.

"Feisty chick, aren't you? Any guy would be lucky to have you... So why not be mine? Jean tells you with the biggest grin he could muster.

You actually stiffen from his big words, you couldn't tell whether he was teasing you, or being real for once. But it still made your cheeks instantly heat up nonetheless.

"Jean, I'll deal with you later...but bring me a bouquet of flowers when you actually want to admit your undying love for me." You push past him and snickered with a smirk, leaving him speechless in the middle of the hallway in front of the mass of students.

Damn Mikasa! Your fat shit caused you to miss all the fucking action. Where the hell are you...?

Mikasa was still in the restroom. Still taking a shit.

-

To your amusement, you didn't get caught punching Reiners pathetic face. The day went by pretty quick, and Eren wasn't anywhere to be found. It was finally time for Economics. You weren't completely doomed, you had a plan... You could make a script during the first few minutes of class, right?

"We will start the presentation in five minutes. I hope that you are all ready, this will be a major grade." Captain America broadcasted to the classroom, leaving you worrisome to the core since Eren hasn't even shown up to class yet.

Think, think, think, I could do this on my own right? Fuck Eren, I got this.

You were actually losing your mind at that moment. You could barely remember the presentation you studied so hard for. Eren, on the other hand, didn't study at all too which didn't help. To say you were terrified would be an understatement.

But right when the bell rang as always, the jerk decided to materialize out of nowhere. Lightly placing himself on the seat next to yours, while he was on the phone and talking in... French???

"Je vous remercie. Ma tante va s'en occuper." Eren was directly looking at you as he talked in a foreign language. You couldn't help but blush because hell, the accent was really attractive. But were you going to admit it? No.

"Au revoir. Bonne nuit." He finally ended his conversation to whomever he was chatting with on the other side of the line. A smile grows on his lips from your surprised expression.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Eren exhaled with a bored expression, pocketing his phone as he brings his attention on your Lips then up at your eyes.

"You're not ready to present! You didn't finish your part in the presentation. I spent more than an hour looking over the script, and I'm barely ready myself!" You ranted, and he gave you an eye-roll.

"49 seconds."

"Huh?" You didn't know what the dick meant by '49 seconds.'

"I spent 49 seconds looking at the script." Eren bragged, but you didn't believe any of it.

"Okay? How is that any better?!" You were so done with the man-bun freakin uhh ugly man sitting in front of you with a stupid grin carved on his face.

Eren erupts into laughter from your current state of panic. He patted your head like you were a puppy, and got off his seat. Mr. Smith called for the both of you which made your heart drop levels down into the earth.

"Just watch me, love." Eren winked, and walked over to the front. Your bones froze for a second but you dragged your feet to the front also, hoping Eren wouldn't embarrass the both of you.

Okay, let's just get this over with.

You eye all the students across the classroom who held either a face that had a lack of interest, or excitement because the Eren Yeager was standing next to you. Captain America approved for the both of you to start your presentation, your side of the script was up first.

We're fucked. Eren's fucked...

"Hey... everyone. The economy has four stages in the business cycle... Fluctuations occur repeatedly as the economy experienced with the following turning points. Uh... the peak is the highest point in the upswing of business. And then you have the... the..."

This. Is. So, embarrassing.

Eren nudged your shoulder, and cleared his throat. Saving you from your humiliating moment surprisingly. "I'll take it from here. The trough.." Eren looks at you for a second with a self-satisfied smirk, then back at the students who were fawning over him as he continued to speak.

"This is the lowest point in the downswing of an economy. Which is generally through the recession period. Then you have the expansion period..."

Ohmygod. You were genuinely shocked Eren exactly knew what to say. He also explained stuff that wasn't even covered in class. Even Mr. Smith himself was amazed, and all the girls in class were drooling... What a shocker!

20 minutes later, and the both of you end your presentation with a final thank you. Students applauded brutally, but only for Eren. You had to hand it to him honestly, but how did he manage to pull it off? That was the real question.

"Look, we don't really have an excuse to talk to each other anymore. Have a nice rest of your day, Y/n." Eren gave you another one of his smug smiles, then grabbed his backpack to dart out of the classroom.

The presentation took all of the class time, that's how much time Eren took explaining.

Unbelievable, right? You had to know. How the hell did he do it? You were certain that he didn't practice. Determined to find out the truth to it, you followed Eren as he exited the school building.

Making it to the school parking lot, Eren was walking towards his... Motorcycle?! His shiny pure black Harley-Davidson 2-wheeler! It looked like it was straight out of Mad Max.

You needed a ride anyways, so you might as well just ask him for one. But only after your interrogation with him about the whole presentation stunt he pulled.

Eren put each one of his long husky arms through the holes of his leather jacket before he sat on his cycle. He was about to put his glossy jet black helmet on over his head, but you interrupted his action by appearing in front of his vehicle.

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩- Just as I was trying to avoid her... of course she shows up out of nowhere.

"You forgot to answer my question. And I need answers, how'd you do it Yeager?" You eyed him up and down with your hands on your hips, squaring your brows as he let out a suffering sigh from you.

"Are you gonna leave me alone if I do, Y/n?"

"Answer me. Did you study?"

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘃- This girl will be the death of me...

"Nope." Eren scratched his head as his eyes wandered off from yours.

"Are you a repeat? Did you take Economics before? Did you actually make a script after all?? How did you know so much!" Your brain was driving crazy from your calculations for Eren. He looked like he was about done with your questioning and shit, so he finally decided to reveal the truth.

"I have an eidetic memory." Eren jolted his shoulders and brought his emerald pupils back at your gaze.

The fuck is that?

"It's a photographic memory if your dumb-ass didn't know what 'eidetic' meant." He then continued to put his helmet back on while you stood in front of him not moving a muscle since you were so astonished.

A- photographic memory? Is this man supposed to be built perfect or something? It's not fair!

"I don't have time for this, your interview with me is over."

"Wait! I have one more question." You tried stopping him before he dashed off, and it worked. Eren didn't take his helmet off though which covered his entire face. You were staring at pure darkness.

"Could you give me a ride back home?" You politely asked, like actually. Mikasa had karate lessons so she had to leave school in a jiffy. Eren was basically your only choice.

"No." Eren proceeded to start up his loud-ass engine, turning away from you as he tried to back away... but a particular red corvette delayed Eren to drive off.

Jean...

"Ignore him, love. I'll give you a ride back." Jean straight away offered to take you back home. His head was popping out of his car window, while his right hand grasped his leathered brown wheel. You were about to nod and agree, but Eren took off his helmet to face you again.

"Actually, Hop on Y/n. Don't want you going home with that fucker. He might kidnap you..." Eren tried swaying you back towards him, which confused you. Did they think you were some type of competition to them? You weren't a game piece, please. It was annoying, but...

Who will you decide to go home with?

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𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗿 𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻?

Next on Complicated- A deal made with the devil. When Connie, Armin, and Eren go for a ride... they have a small accident. Things heat up when they realize it's you in the other car.

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captain's daughter; connie springer

things to know: drabble, fem!reader, lowercase intended, suggestive language, captain levi has a daughter, angst if you squint?? right person, wrong time

"i fucked up."

the survey corps were making a railroad to further develop paradis, especially with the insane events that were coming soon. although eren could've done it himself using his titan form, he insisted the rest help in order to "train their bodies." at the moment, you were helping jean hammer the wooden boards down.

you looked up and sighed when you saw your ex, connie springer. the heat was already annoying you and now he was here. "connie, genuine question," you wiped the sweat off your forehead and scrunched your brows, "when are you not fucking up?"

you heard a snort coming from your left. "sorry, carry on," jean brushed off as soon as you turned towards him. you completely forgot he was nearby, the heat and connie were definitely starting to get to you.

"i need your help, y/n." he sounded desperate but you weren't going to give in.

you were still a bit salty about the breakup. your relationship with him was perfect until he decided to get all immature—you hated him for it. you never understood how he could let go of something that meant so much.

you looked at jean, who just suppressed his snickering, and then back to connie again. "i'm not helping you."

"i'm serious, please." you ignored his begging and continued working on the railroad. connie took a deep breath in and rubbed his nape, "i slept with the captain's daughter."

"WHAT?!" you and jean exclaimed at the same time, dropping your equipment right away. there was no way.

"oh i'm definitely not helping you now, springer," you scoffed and chuckled. "have fun dealing with that."

jean was still in disbelief, he could not process the fact his best friend messed up so bad. "captain levi's daughter?" he asked once more just to clarify. connie nodded, disappointed of himself. "god, are you out of your fucking mind?!

"she was just cool! we hit it off right away and well shit, one thing just led to another," he defended. you watched him crouch on the ground and cover his face, "i think he saw me climbing out the window too."

jean's eyes widened, "don't tell me that's why he's visiting us today."

you laughed sarcastically. "well, if it isn't the consequences of your own actions."

"you're fucking done for man." you'd expect jean to be laughing his ass off and making fun of connie's mistake, but he seemed rather stressed instead. he rubbed the side of his head, "but i'm lost. why would you need y/n's help for that?"

you thought about it for a moment and realized jean had a point. who in the right mind would ask their ex to help them with something like this? you glared at connie, pressuring him to answer jean's question since your curiosity piqued too.

"captain levi doesn't know we broke up-"

you cut him off, "captain knows everything. believe it or not, he's a big gossiper and word gets around quick." you knew this personally, only because levi went out of his way to ask if you were okay. "you're not making it out alive. good luck."

he started getting restless—he was pacing, fidgeting with his fingers, it was honestly written all over his face too. to make things better, in a distance, you heard the sound of horses marching towards you all.

"shit, shit, shit," connie cussed. "jean?-"

the taller friend scoffed, "listen man, i love you but i'm not fucking with the captain. short stuff's scary."

they got closer, you were now able to see hange and levi on each horse. hange looked the same—energetic as ever. you couldn't say the same for captain levi though.

you three continued working on the railroad, acting as if nothing happened in the last fifteen minutes. all of you thought if you were doing a good job on the railroad, the punishment wouldn't be as bad for connie.

"cadets! here, now." captain levi looked furious. in a matter of seconds, everyone stood in a line in front of hange and levi. "were any of you with springer last night?"

he shot an eye at sasha and jean specifically, considering the fact the three of them were best friends. both of them shook their heads, "no captain."

"do you wanna tell me what you were doing last night?" levi wasn't asking, he was demaning an answer from connie.

connie was sweating more than usual. you didn't blame him though, the captain was intimidating. sleeping with his daughter was basically asking to get killed by levi's own hands.

"i was," he started before pausing for a while. great, he's gonna mess this up for himself. "i-"

"he was with me captain."

"tsk." levi turned to you slowly with a scowl on his face. "you can get into big trouble if you're lying, y/n. you guys broke up, i already know this. nice try."

"no captain, i'm serious. we were together last night and talked about some things." you didn't know how you managed to keep a straight face, considering the fact you were laughing at connie's misery not too long ago.

you didn't understand how you were able to lie with ease.

levi stared at connie, waiting for him to speak for himself. "she's right captain. we talked it out."

the captain walked away from the line, getting back onto his horse. hange waved goodbye and did the same.

"did we seriously come all the way out here for that?" the brunette asked as she sweat.

"we need to find the fucker that was in her room last night and rip his fingers off."

hange sighed, "whatever you say shorty."

the six other survey corps let go of a breath they didn't know they were holding onto.

"holy shit," jean exhaled, "he bought it."

"what did you even get yourself into?" sasha asked while nudging connie.

connie wiped the sweat off his face. "long fucking story." suddenly, he started looking all over the place. he was looking for you because he wanted to thank you, but you were nowhere to be found.

later that same evening, everyone returned back to their rooms. after an overwhelmingly long, hot day, all that was needed was a cold shower and a good night's sleep.

you were in your room, drying your hair with a towel when you heard a knock on your door. you went to open it to see who it was and to your surprise, it was connie.

he pulled you into his embrace instantly, hiding himself in the crook of your neck. "you saved my ass, y/n." his hand was caressing the back of your head ever-so-gently. "thank you so much."

being in his arms was so nostalgic. part of you missed him—the warmth and security he provided, his natural scent, the way he made you laugh so effortlessly.

you were about to throw your hands around him as well. "hey, connie-" you whispered but, he didn't seem to hear it.

"i'll never bother you again," he said as he let go of you and walked away, "i promise."

you brought your hand up to stop him but pulled it back. you wanted him to keep annoying you to death, you wanted him to be the first thing you saw every morning, you wanted to tell him you missed his presence—you wanted him back. how could he be so fucking dense?

there was so much you wanted to tell him but you realized it could never happen. besides from his immaturity, you two were born in a world where tomorrow wasn't guaranteed.

while standing at the corridor dumbfounded, you finally figured out how you were able to lie to levi's face so easily.

deep inside, you wanted it to be true.

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COMPLICATED — S1-E4: Woof woof

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Fem! Reader x Jean Kirstein

Word count: 6.4K

Series summary: Two boys, opposites you could say with a troubled past, fall for the same girl. You to be precise, but one falls head over heels at first sight, and as for the other, won't dare to admit his feelings. With the first guy, you had a not-so-welcoming encounter with. And well, the same goes for the other play boy as well. Are you a competition to them? Maybe. Will you fall for one, or both? Definitely. But how will everything play out in the end?

Chapter summary: You and Eren are forced to put your hatred aside when the both of you are paired up for a project. Things get interesting when You and Noah spot Jean and Connie up to no good

Content warning: mild foreplay

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𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘆, 3:00 𝗮𝗺

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

The desire to have someone only to myself. For no one to look at them but only me. For her to not look at anyone but me. The impulse of wanting to keep them safe, and only in my arms. Bull-shit, right?

Is she really the reason why I can't fucking sleep?

.....

Sleep deprived and deep in thought as I took a late night shower. You could say I'm an early bird, I like to start off my day bright and untimely.

But this night was different. I couldn't get a wink of sleep. My rage, despair, was slowly building up inside of me. Which was the cause for this late bathe.

I thought the cold droplets of water drenching my locks, face, and bare body, would soothe my dispersed thoughts.

It didn't really play in my favor though.

There were multiple thoughts running around my mind. My mom being the main point, Reiner and his fucked up motives, horse face just existing which was enough to annoy me like hell... and you.

I couldn't get you out of my head, and it's driving me crazy.

I guess you could say I'm not the type to show emotions, and in consequence, I always try to vanquish them. But it's been hard for me to do that lately when I'm around her. It's—it's weird, because I keep telling myself that I don't like her in that way of any sort...

And I don't, for sure.

"She's.... irritating, stupid, and talks back to me with such confidence. So why is she always on my mind? Yeah, fuck no."

I let out a breath of frustration before I tilted my chin up with my eyes shut right below the shower head, so I could let the frigid drips of pressured water completely run down my heated face.

The pads of my fingers were massaging my scalp and I let out a puff of relaxation, seeing my exhale in the cold air around me. I wasn't anywhere near relaxed though. Who the fuck decides to take a shower at three-am?

School has always been easy for me, and I can thank my photographic memory for that. Cam, my nickname, short for 'camera' is what Armin call's me as an outcome from my gift. I didn't really mind it, it was actually pretty smart of him.

The fucking high-tempered grown ass— nah, short ass history teacher decided to call Aunt Faye, because of me throwing his tea cup down the trash on the first day of school.

I mean, the fucking rules should apply to everyone, right? I can't have a drink, then you can't have one either... midget.

Mikasa and I have been taken under the care of my Aunt as a legal guardian for us. My no-show sick old man, decided to run back to his second family—or travel the world on his own, my Aunt had presumed. I really don't know.

I could care less, he was never the father figure I thought he would be. He was just a web of twisted lies.

He left us with seven-hundred grand though, the only useful thing the bitch did for us.

After my mother passed away, me and Mikasa had to learn five languages due to the both of us traveling with my Aunt through foreign countries. French was a big hit with the girls, it was a one up for me for being bilingual I guess.

My mom shaped me, and nurtured Mikasa and I to be the best we could be. Even though I was hard to work with and... pretty stubborn and selfish, she still put up with my existence.

My mother's last words to me, were—

Fuck, I'm just going to hurt myself even more if I think about this.

....

I didn't even get to say goodbye. She never came back.

I miss you, mom.

-

Two hours of sleep was definitely not the move.

Five-am, I need my caffeine. This brain of mine doesn't function unless I have a cigarette and a coffee cup in my fingertips.

"Schedule the meeting for this evening, Anka. Okay, I'll call you back later. Well, good morning to you Eren. Can you at least put a shirt on? and why do you look like you pulled an all-nighter?"

"Aunt Faye, it's too early for all the questioning. Where's Mia? I really need a cup of coffee."

Mia is our house maid. She did most of the cooking, and cleaning if Mikasa or I hadn't already. She's the only woman I trust with my espresso.

"She's been fired." Aunt Faye spoke like she didn't matter at all. She sighed and took a seat on the living room couch with her eyes staring down at her phone screen.

You're fucking joking.

"WHY?" I couldn't take in the sentence that left her mouth. I stood in front of Aunt Faye all tongue-tied until she noticed me, and answered my confusion.

"Look," She finally tore her face away from her phone, and peeked up at me. "She hasn't been very punctual for these past two days."

Wow. That's the best excuse you got, huh?

I roll my eyes in disappointment, and say: "You do realize that her and her family relied on us financially, right?"

"And I relied on her to be here on time everyday." She told me with a scoff, making me even more irritated.

"She's dead-ass the only person in this world who knew how to make a decent cup of coffee!" I exclaimed. I was being serious, but her face took me as a joke.

"You're overreacting, Eren."

"I got two-hours of sleep."

"Ever tried Starbucks? heard the place makes the coffee your addicted to like weed."

....

Damn, so I got her smart mouth.

"We're done discussing this, I'm late for a meeting." Aunt Faye lifted herself off the couch, grabbing her Coach hand-bag from the table in front of her, and shoved right past my shoulder.

My widened eyes followed her movements. I was pissed, but she clearly ignored it.

"If you want, you can skip school today." She shrugged with no concern, then left the house without waiting for my response.

She's no different from her brother...

I yawned, and peered at the square glass clock ticking above my fireplace.

"IF yOu wAnT YoU cAn SkIp sChOoL tOday, tsk."

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8:30 𝗮𝗺, 𝗠𝗿. 𝗔𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀

𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗣𝗢𝗩

New faces. Two new faces to be exact. Tweedle dee and tweedle dum, sitting at the front of the column of desks to the left. Mullet sits at the desk right in front, and baldie sitting right behind his bestie.

You've got to be kidding me. Did they get a schedule change? Great.

Then you have Mr. Anger issues looking all sleep deprived at the front of the row of desks in the opposite corner from mullet.

I swear... bad luck is always on my side.

When you entered the class, Jean and Eren both witnessed your face of complete shock from the sight of BOTH of them now being in your first period.

You just stood by the front door, dazed with a hand gripping your backpack dangling from your right shoulder. Jean strangely took his gaze off you, while Eren looked untroubled from your usual self.

Why does Jean seem... mad?

You didn't notice how odd you looked just eyeing the two boys left to right, until you glanced at the browbeat teacher patiently waiting for you to take your seat.

Don't look at me like that Mr. Ackerman, or you're gonna make me act up lol.

You slowly suspire, finally breaking out of your frozen position to walk to your shady seat at the back of the classroom.

But a stony voice stopped you in your tracks. You obeyed the man, and turned around.

"Y/n. Since I have to keep an eye on you due to your idiotic decisions from last class, you'll be switching seats with Historia."

HAHAHA. He's acting like I'll have a problem with that. Please, I'll just get a better view of you now, sir. Wait.. but then I'll be in between the two bozos.

You see Historia stuffing all her belongings back into her backpack before she gets off her seat to switch positions with you. Historia gave you a half smile as she swept past your shoulders towards the back, and you mirrored her same look as well when you sauntered towards your new seat.

Everything about this whole situation was quite embarrassing. Because the whole classroom was dead silent as they watched you take your new seat in the middle of their boyfriends. Envious for what?

I'm sitting between a cloud of tension. Wonderful.

I wish Mikasa was in this classroom.

"I hope you're all ready for your first test. For those of you who aren't ready, you have ten minutes to get your life together." Mr. Ackerman hissed, and most students started to panic from the announcement. You studied hard beforehand, so you didn't break a sweat.

But Connie sure did, and you couldn't help but overhear baldie bothering playboy with his frustration.

"Bro, we have a test?! How come nobody tells me anything?" Connie frantically spoke, leaning over his desk towards Jean's shoulder.

"I told you. Five times, idiot." Jean flicked Connie's big head away from him, making Connie pout and slump back onto his desk. He glared at the back of Jean's head.

"I was expecting you to drop my Ps4 in the Pacific Ocean to help me focus. Where were you when I needed you, dude?"

Connie agonizing was the funniest shit you ever heard. You almost even felt bad for the poor boy.

"Just study now..." Jean muttered over his shoulder, rolling his eyes and pulling out his textbook from his backpack.

"I'm just gonna drink away all my problems." Connie sighed, as he sipped on a non-alcoholic-beverage.

Baldie sure is a hell of a comedian. They will keep me entertained until the testing starts.

Jean rotated his upper body back at Connie with a puzzled expression, and said: "That's... literally a caprisun, but go off."

"I am not taking this test, Jean."

"Yeah, because that's how it totally works..."

"No. Watch and learn, horse-face." Connie snickers with a crafty smile etched onto his face, and swaggered towards Mr. Ackerman. Who was standing in the front of the classroom going through his paperwork on his desk.

Oh, lord. What the hell is he up to now.

Eren tilted his head from his textbook, to Connie in front of the classroom. He let out a low chuckle as he took notice of Connie taking out a dollar bill from his back pocket, and then smoothly sliding the bill onto Mr. Ackerman's desk.

He better not be doing what I'm thinking... is he trying to bribe the teacher? PLEASE.

"How about I... don't take the test today?" Connie purred with a big grin. The piercing look Mr. Ackerman gave baldie, could basically paralyze anyone on the spot. It even frightened you.

"Get your dumb-ass back into your seat, I don't condone bribery. And this is a dollar, Springer." Mr. Ackerman was about done with Connie's bull-shit.

"But, AREN'T YOU GUYS UNDERPAID?!"

...

Yeah, Connie got kicked out of class after that.

...

After a good ten-minutes, everyone was quiet and focused on their test in front of them. You knew you shouldn't be meddling in other people's business, especially since you'll look so suspicious if the teacher caught your wandering eyes, but your curiosity got the better of you.

You peeked to the right, over your arm at Jean first.

He was purely focused, and absorbed on his test out in front of him. One side of his face resting on his palm, and strands of his grown-out hair were tucked behind his ear to avoid getting in the way of his view.

You didn't want to admit it but, it was honestly cute to you… seeing a different side of him instead of his usual cocky self. He made a little smile grow on your lips.

Your eyes then blinked to the left, over at Eren. Everyone had less than an hour to complete the test, but somehow, Eren simply got up to turn his test in after... fifteen-minutes.

Huh? The dumb-ass probably guessed on every question...

-

Lunch went by in a flash. Mikasa was worried sick about you the whole time since you missed school yesterday, due to the stupid circumstances that happened at the party.

She wanted—no in her words, she needed to get her hands on Reiner for what he almost did to you. She kept on blaming herself, saying she should've never left you all alone at the party. Her voice was coated in pity towards you, and you hated it.

None of it was Mikasa's fault. If only you used your literal brain and remembered to never take a drink from a hot—scratch that, UGLY STRANGER...You wouldn't be in this position right now.

Anyways, where the fuck is Reiner?

The bastard wasn't anywhere to be found.

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8𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗱,

𝗘𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀

One class with Eren Yeager is enough, right?

But no, let's make it two!

All seats had asses sitting on them, except the desk by Eren. You really didn't want to place yourself next to the douche, but you had no other choice. It was either the floor, or the seat by Eren in the back of the classroom.

Floor it is! Just kidding...ugh.

Eren gave you an eye roll in disgust as he watched you stepping closer and closer to his presence. You tried to ignore his face by pretending he wasn't there as you then sat down on the seat next to him.

"Why?" Eren asked all annoyed, even though he clearly knew there wasn't any other seats besides the one next to his. You cross your legs, and turn to him with a scowl.

"Because, all the other seats are taken. Get over yourself," You answer.

Eren leaned close to your ear, and whispered: "There's a lotta room on the floor." You felt his mischievous grin grow within his voice.

"Then you go sit on the floor." You pushed him away and shoot back a sarcastic smile. He went quiet, and turned away to read the opened textbook he had out in front of him.

You could tell Eren was trying so hard to stay awake. It was quite amusing. His hair was fully down this time, rather than tossed up into a messy bun. And the dark shade under his eyes made it very evident he was sleep deprived.

His black hoodie had: 'Antisocial-social club' plastered on the back of the sweater.

Pfft.

Yeah, you had to fight back the laughter, but a few chuckles still escaped your mouth and Eren caught them by returning a look at you.

"Something funny?" He cocked a brow.

"Yup, those dark circles really compliment your eyes." You cackle as Eren then narrowed his eyes on you, trying to throw daggers with his oh sooo ominous look.

"Your first grade will be a presentation. You and the person you're seated next to must prepare a presentation for chapter one. You will be presenting on Monday." The male teacher with broad shoulders who was basically IDENTICAL to Captain America announced to the whole class.

Why are all the teachers here either hot Milfs, or Dilfs. I mean... I'm definitely not complaining.

You turned over to Eren who was currently on the verge of falling asleep. He sent you a dirty side glance because he knew you were deviously smirking towards him.

"I'm sorry, did I disturb your slumber?" You sulk sardonically.

"Your presence alone is a mistake."

"anddd I'm gonna pretend like I didn't hear that... We can work at my place by the way." You suggested

"Why, so you can bury me alive in your backyard? No thanks. We can work at my place." Eren remarked, but you really didn't care cause your house was by his anyways.

"Fine by me, I don't want you contaminating my house anyways." You grinned.

"Be there at five-am." Eren spoke like that wasn't EARLY at all.

What crack is he on?

"Tomorrow's Saturday. Normal people, like me, sleep in on the weekends, Eren."

"Okay? Well I guess I'm not normal."

This GUY. Enough is enough.

"Clearly. You must be some extraterrestrial creature who doesn't need to sleep. Should I call Area 51? Or are you gonna turn yourself in?"

Making fun of Eren was something you were very good at. You could tease him all day...actually, no. Why waste your time on a moron like him?

"Look, unlike you, I have shit to do. I start off my day early." Eren conferred, playing with the stool he was sitting on as he faced you. Tilting back like he was asking to fall off from his seat.

"Well, I start my day right. We can meet at three-pm!" Your words were supposed to be the last and final sentence for this little argument. But the dick still wouldn't agree with you.

"Can't, Y/n."

"Why? Is your UFO scheduled to pick you up and take you back to Mars for lunch?"

"Haha, very funny. And no, I have a boxing tournament."

Oh? He boxes...

"Fine, how about seven-pm?" Now THAT was your final suggestion, you couldn't take it anymore.

"Nah. My place. Five-am. Final." Eren crisply stated. Before you could open your mouth to interject, Eren got up and left the classroom as soon as the school bell went off.

I'm officially jumping off a cliff! I'll see you in heaven, mom.

-

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴,

5:30 𝗮𝗺

You set your alarm for four-thirty last night, but constantly smacked the snooze button a bunch. So as a result, you're about an hour late to your study-fest with the jerk.

"SO. FUCKING. TIRED. Resist the urge to go back to sleep, Y/n!" You gave yourself a pep-talk before you yanked yourself out of bed, and threw on an oversized grey sweatshirt. Pairing the top with regular Jean-shorts.

You desperately needed coffee, but there was literally no time for that.

You know what? Screw Eren. I'm making a cup of my caffeine.

Uh... Okay! Never-mind! You actually had some time to chug on some overly sweet caffeine you made in a hurry. Then afterwards, you finally rushed out your front door towards Eren's place. No like, you literally sprinted like a track star.

After a couple of rhythmic knocks on the ass-holes front door, it finally decided to open. You were in the midst of catching your breath though, because of your sprinting. But you lost more of your breath when you see Eren's appearance in front of you.

What the fuck. It's like...5:30 in the morning? And he doesn't look tired at all?? This shit isn't fair at all.

He was only wearing a white hoodie with grey joggers, yet he still looked like he was about to shoot an ad campaign for some big clothing brand. Every move he makes looks like a magazine pose. God has favorites.

"You done checking me out? Or are you actually coming in?" You could hear a visible smirk in his tone of voice. He needs to keep his ego in check, because you were definitely not checking him out...

Okay, maybe a little.

You shoved past his shoulder in aggravation, and Eren closed the door behind you. He followed you just wandering off like his house was your own.

"So, where's Mikasa. I need to give her a morning kiss." You propose, eyeing your surroundings.

Everything was colorless like how you remembered. Either white, black, or grey. His house was lifeless, for what? Everything look and felt.. sad.

Maybe it has to do with his...

"I didn't know you go both ways." Eren caught up to you and turned to you with perplexity written on his face.

"Yeah, I do. Mikasa was my first." You joked, but it startled Eren. It was like jealousy covered his whole aura. Which was a sight for you to favor.

"What? Are you serious?" He interrogated.

He's so stupid.

"No, Eren. I'm only kidd- OW!"

You tripped, on his fucking rug. You wanted to die, right then and there. This is why you hated waking up early, because you would never be fully awake.

Eren rolls his eyes, but you don't miss the small chuckle he tried to hide under his breath. Instead of helping you up, he took in the view of your body on his floor.

"My floor doesn't deserve such treatment." He taunted, Eren found the perfect moment to make fun of you. This is why you hate ~men~.

You helped yourself up, and brushed off the dust from his dusty floor that was caught on your knees. You really made the wrong decision to wear shorts, because you then felt a painful cut on your kneecap. But you ignored it.

"Fun fact, Eren. My body wants sleep!" You spoke with excessive excitement, and Eren took it as a jest.

"Fun fact, I don't really care!" He mocked.

"It's going to take at least a billion swear words to satisfy me right now..." You groaned, already tired of the bull-shit that was happening to you.

"And it's going to take me at least a trillion. Stop whining." Eren ordered, and you sent him a fearsome glare.

"Quadrillion!" You pointed your finger in the air, making Eren scoff while he raised a brow at your conclusion.

"Quintillion." He argued.

"Sextrillion." Your sentence faded as you realized how wrong it sounded after the made-up word came out of your mouth.

Eren took that as a chance to cleverly say: "You wanna have sex with me? Don't flatter yourself, I still hate you. But you do know what they say about hate and- never mind."

He cut off his sentence, and just walked away towards his kitchen ahead of him. Leaving you with your jaw dropped.

I- Did he just?! I'm just gonna pretend like he wasn't about to say what I think he was...

"Can you get your ass over here already? The food is going to get cold..." Eren's order echoed from the kitchen.

Food? BREAKFAST?! Omg, yes. But who does he think he is ordering me around like that?

You still accepted his command anyways, and strolled to the kitchen with eagerness since you were starving.

As you entered the huge kitchen that had every appliance made in either marble or stainless steel, You see Eren sitting at the dining table patiently waiting for you.

You guessed a maid had prepared a breakfast table for Eren, since there's no way in hell the guy knew how to cook food like THAT. Scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fluffy pancakes, and muffins sure do look good when you haven't had anything.

The food smells like heaven...

"Sit." Eren's set of tone was like he had all authority over you.

Okay, why is he speaking to me like I'm a dog?

"Sit." He says once more, and that was enough to annoy you.

"Woof."

"Uh, what the hell Y/n?"

"Woof, woof." You waited till he treated you as a human, instead of ordering you like you were some puppy dog. He sighed and rolled his eyes at your stubbornness.

"Will you please have a seat, Y/n?" Eren finally acted like the gentleman that was deep down inside of him, and you had to applaud for his politeness. You finally took a seat next to Eren.

But Something about eating in front of him made you feel uncomfortable and humiliated. Maybe because you actually eat like a whole pig when you're alone, and now you had to pretend to chew on the food like you were a royal or something.

"Can you actually eat? You need me to look away or something? I get it, I know I'm intimidating."

I swear I will leave a crack on that ego of yours, Yeager.

"Shut up, let a girl savor her food properly. Whore."

You were actually fighting back to devour the whole table though. Eren's menacing eyes never left yours as he took his last bite on his muffin. He then proceeded to leave, and you assumed he wanted you to join him once you were done.

You were actually waiting for his ass to go away... So you ate the entire table when he did. Your pant buttons were on the brink of popping off. You were basically pregnant from the food.

𝗔 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿....

You couldn't find your way to Eren's room, since his huge house was literally a maze. You assumed that you were currently at the office room since there was a bunch of paperwork and Apple computers in each corner.

What caught your eye though, were pictures.

You were looking at family pictures scattered around a wall in the room. Eren, Mikasa, and an older woman? The frames took up most of the space.

The resemblance between Eren and the woman was uncanny, you knew she had to be his mother. You couldn't even describe her beauty, Eren definitely got his eyes from his beautiful mother.

They all look so... happy.

You spot a few baby pictures of Eren, and damn how he was one ugly toddler. He still looks the same...Yup, no glow up whatsoever.

While your eyes were scanning through each memory in a frame, you also notice a small Polaroid picture laying on a desk.

What's this?

You glanced down, and picked up the small photo gently. When you were examining the picture, You saw something you actually hadn't really seen yet; Eren smiling beside his mother.

It wasn't his usual condescending and devilish smile. No emotion was forced, he looked innocent, pure, and genuine. The light left Eren's emerald pupils in his current state. You wished you met Eren before he went all dark and-

"What are you doing?" A deep cold voice interrupted your snooping.

Oh shit.

Eren stood five-feet away from you with his arms folded over his chest, eyeing you skeptically.

Instead of waiting for you to explain yourself, he took your silence as being guilty right on the scene, and trudged like a threat towards your motionless self.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" He says once more, and your face goes blank. He was centimeters away from you, and you were desperately praying he wouldn't see the Polaroid that was still stuck on your fingertips.

lol I want to disappear.

"Err, I got lost in this big ass house of yours." You admit, looking into Eren's narrowed eyes which were still dreadfully studying you. His pupils then moved lower and lower until they came across what they were examining for.

"Oh, really? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were snooping around." He says as he caught the Polaroid in your hand, and arched a brow from the view. You knew what he was looking at, so you had to come up with an excuse.

"Oh this?" You finally lifted up the picture at his gaze. "This just... fell." Yeah, that was the best you could come with, and Eren didn't take it as an honest confession.

"It just fell? Sheesh, some people's kids I tell ya." He snatched the Polaroid out of your fingertips, and feathered away towards his bedroom with a gusty sigh.

I- I'm so stupid...

-

Thirty minutes passed by and you were sitting on top of Eren's master bed, immersed in your Economic book you had out on your lap. While you were doing that, Eren was twisting himself on his twisty chair across the room like an idiot.

Are you kidding me, did he even do anything for this past hour?

You had to scold him. So you groaned and pushed yourself off of his bed, strutting towards the idiot who was still trying to make himself dizzy from the constant spinning on that stupid chair of his.

"Ahem." You stopped the spinning with a touch of your hand, and Eren glowered into your eyes like a little child.

"Can I help you?" He peered above at you standing before him with your hands placed on your hips, and your brows knitted together.

"I want you to stop REVOLVING dipshit, and get to actual work instead." You demanded, and a sinister smile makes it's way to his lips from your anger.

{𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗟𝗬 𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱| 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝗙𝗲𝗲𝘁 - 𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗗𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗲𝘅}

He boosted himself off of his chair, and started walking towards you, "I am done." He said with a cocky smirk. You were backing away as he kept drawing near and near with each step towards your presence.

"You can't write an entire presentation in thirty minutes..." You counter, and you didn't notice how your back-tracking from Eren, ended up with you falling back onto his bed.

Eren took that as an opportunity to whisper in your ear as he was now on top of you, locking you from escaping with each brawny arm he placed beside each of your shoulders. You sharply inhale the expensive scent attached to his sweatshirt as he leaned towards your ear.

"How about we do something else instead of studying..." Eren's minty breath crazed your lobe.

His towering body was dangerously close to yours, but you couldn't just let him tease you like that. Two can play the same game.

Idiot.

You grab his arms before kicking Eren off of yourself, and rolling him over to the position you were in seconds ago. You were now on top of him, gripping his wrists above his head.

He was completely stunned from your quick action. It was way too hot for him, no literally, he was sweating beneath his hoodie. You stared into his sinful eyes.

"Eren, I get it, I turn you on. But please control yourself, I need to get an A on this presentation." You purred slyly, then got off of his groin and stepped back before you could feel his dick go all hard from you.

Eren chuckled, lifting his upper body up to face your cunning self. Everything escalated so fast, but you had no problem with it. You knew how to handle situations like those, to avoid your lust and instead use your brain.

You stood there smirking.

And he sat on his bed, trying to hide his loss of breath.

"We're out of time, Eren. Thanks to you... I have to go now, and I suggest you actually memorize your part for the presentation. This is for a grade. I know we don't exactly like each other, but don't risk a grade for us, please."

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃- Little does she know I have a fucking photographic memory.....wait, is her knee bleeding?

Before you grabbed your belongings to head out of his room, Eren stopped you. You turn around to see Eren eyeing your... legs?

"Wait, Y/n. Your knee, it's bleeding." Eren softly murmured. It was hard for you to believe he actually cared for something like that.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a cut. From when I tripped earlier... It's no big deal, really. And it's not your problem either. You don't have to act like you care, I won't sue you." A chuckle left your mouth, but Eren looked serious, like, a bit too serious.

He returned an eye roll and an exasperated sigh from your utterance, lifting himself off the bed to walk towards you.

"You are so infuriating, come here." Eren took your hand and led you to the bathroom across his room; You didn't really have a choice to deny his care.

You hoisted yourself on top of his marbled bathroom countertop. Eren took out his hair tie to put his hair up into a fresh messy bun. He was deep in thought, trying to figure out what to do with that cut of yours.

He looks really cute when he's serious... wait, no. don't fall for the sweet act, Y/n.

Eren throws you a disapproving look when he catches you smirking at him. Your cheeks were tinted crimson and that also annoyed Eren.

"This is really... unnecessary, Eren."

"Shut up."

"I- How can I when you're playing nurse? Do you think I could also have some milk and cookies?" You teased, and Eren gives you a look of pure hatred, causing you to stop giggling.

"Don't push it." He sternly spoke with a sigh.

Damn, why so serious?

Eren left the bathroom for about two-minutes, and then returned momentarily with some bandages, wipes, cotton, and Neosporin.

"Woah. Hey, Meredith Grey, it's just a damn cut." Eren ignored you, and crouched towards your knees. He used a small antiseptic towel to clean the cut. Eren was so fixated on your injury— it was almost as if nothing could distract him.

He had an oddly delicate and gentle touch when he was cleaning your cut; it was almost comforting. Eren bit his lips in frustration when he realized he was out of antiseptics. He actually looked....kinda cute to you when he was frustrated.

After a minute, he finally covered up your cut with a bandage. You exerted from his countertop, trying so hard to hide your flustered cheeks.

"Um. Thanks, Eren." It was so awkward for you to thank him for some reason.

"Whatever." He replied without a care.

Weird, didn't you just go out of your way to heal my little cut Eren? Don't act like you don't care now.

"Anddd you ruined the moment... Don't forget to memorize your part of the presentation!" You give Eren a little salute as a goodbye, leaving before you could see the little smile that you made him form on his lips.

A rare smile.

As you quickly exited Eren's house, you crashed into someone trying to enter it. A certain blonde to be precise, and you just so happened to recognize that blonde—It's the girl who's always with Eren.

You wondered if Historia and Eren were seeing each other. Not that it was any of your business, but the thought has been lingering in your mind for a while. She is absolutely gorgeous, the blonde looked like one of those models you would see on those sport illustrated magazines.

Historia analyzed you from bottom to top. You couldn't tell whether she liked what she saw, or not. Because her face showed no sign of emotion.

"You must be the girlfriend." You broke the awkward silence with the one question you needed an answer for—for some reason.

"Ew, no. I'm just a friend, and you are?" She questioned with a little sass.

Hmmm a friend, that's what they all say...

"Econ project." You answered.

Historia makes eye contact with you once again. The silence between you and her was unbearably uncomfortable. You needed to get out of her way...

"Yeah, uh it's nice meeting you!" You say with a warm smile, the corners of her lips lifted a bit as you brushed past her.

"Likewise....."

-

𝗟𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

9:00 𝗽𝗺

You were in your bedroom, fighting over a spring-roll with your brother because it was the last one. And, like, you had to have it because you're a fat-ass.

"I'm eating it, it's mine. Back the fuck off, Noah."

"Shut your fat-ass up, you're the one who literally ate the whole box, so let me at least have the last one."

"Wanna half it?" You suggest, because it was pointless to argue with a dimwit like Noah.

"Fine, deal."

You were sitting by your bedroom window, sharing a spring-roll with your annoying brother. You turned your head over to the window beside you which gave you a full view of Eren's house. But what caught your eye, was an unfamiliar red corvette parked across from Eren's place. The car was shiny and classic, definitely your type.

Guess who stepped out of the car though?

Jean fucking Kirstein. Leaning on his corvette as he waited for... someone to come out of Eren's place?

What the hell was he doing outside of Eren's house?

....

"Connie, hurry your ass up. Why are you at Eren's place anyways?" Jean questioned Connie as he saw him trying to catch his breath.

"What??? Don't bring me in your little situation with Eren. I was practicing the drums with Armin and him."

"Whatever, and what are you wearing? I told you to wear something discreet. What part of a Cookie Monster onesie is discreet?" Jean was completely mortified.

"Okay? You're wearing camo." Connie tried to defend his beloved Cookie Monster onesie.

"Thanks for the observation idiot. The goal of camo is to hide from people. And guess what Cookie Monster, we can't afford to be seen tonight." Jean rolled his eyes.

"I'm a ninja, dude. Don't worry about me, I'll blend in with the night." Connie tried to give some hope to Jean.

"Fine, fine, fine. Do you have the spray can bottles?" Jean asks Baldie with a crafty smile.

"Yeah, everything is in my Jeep."

"Great. Showtime. The mother-fucker is going to pay for what he tried to pull with Y/n....."

....

"Where are tweedle dee and tweedle dum going out this late dressed like that?" You were baffled, especially because Connie was wearing a whole Cookie Monster onesie...

"I don't know, but they look like they don't want to be followed." Noah shrugged in front of you.

Noah gave you a look, and you gave him the same expression. Twin-telepathy, except you and him weren't twins. But you both were thinking the same exact thing...

"In the mood for some snooping, lil bro?"

"Say less. Get the keys."

"On it, Sherlock!"

Tailing Jean and Connie....What could possibly go wrong?

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𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼?

𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗡𝗼𝗮𝗵 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁?

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻..

Next on Complicated- Things heat up between You, Eren, and Jean. But everything complicates when Reiner becomes your foe.

#attack on titan #aot fanfiction #jean #jean kirstein #eren jaeger #aot headcanons #aot #anime #eren

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COMPLICATED — S1-E3: His Bedroom

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Fem! Reader x Jean Kirstein

Word count: 5.9k

Series summary: Two boys, opposites you could say with a troubled past, fall for the same girl. You to be precise, but one falls head over heels at first sight, and as for the other, won't dare to admit his feelings. With the first guy, you had a not-so-welcoming encounter with. And well, the same goes for the other play boy as well. Are you a competition to them? Maybe. Will you fall for one, or both? Definitely. But how will everything play out in the end?

Chapter summary: A new friend caught you by surprise. A party which you'll never forget… since you wake up on a stranger's bed.

Content warning: attempted rape

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𝗧𝘂𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗦𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 8𝘁𝗵

"Who said we're going to share her?"

....

"What a surprise. I didn't know you still had feelings left in you. And share her? You think she'll go all chugga chugga choo choo, and run a train on are asses? I only said US, cause I saw the way you looked at her, and felt bad. That's all." Jean broadcasted to Eren standing beside him, who had his upper eyelids raised in a cold stare towards Jean.

"I don't have feelings for her. She just doesn't deserve a fucker like you and Reiner." Eren spoke with temper, making Jean chuckle from his seriousness.

"Who are you to tell me what she deserves?" Jean laughed with his head lifted up, and his back against a locker in the school hallway. The repulsive school bell then rang, and Eren spat one last comment before he headed off to his next class.

"Mhm, but I don't want her. I'm just not gonna stand seeing her with someone like you." Eren slams his fist on the locker beside him, making a loud bang to prove his point. Then he walked away with his hands stuck in his pockets, towards his next class down the hallway.

Jean huffed and shook his head in suspicion as he watched Eren stepping away in the range, then rolled his face back to the sight of you smiling and waving goodbye to Reiner. His amber eyes were clinging on you, as you then strolled to your next period.

"Eren really wants her all to himself, huh."

-

𝗔𝗣 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗰 𝗦𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵,

𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗭𝗼𝗲

You were sitting in a lab table at the back of the classroom. Your partner next to you being a fair skin girl with short black hair, and beady dark eyes.

She had a long red scarf twirled around her neck, and her fingertips were pinching the scarf, as she intently listened to the teacher going on about her whole life story.

Your eyes stole a couple of glances to the left, because you couldn't get over her beauty. You could tell she was reserved, quiet, it made you smile shyly because you found it adorable.

"Your assignment is due on Friday! And yes, it will be your first grade for the year. You may select one partner." As soon as Mrs. Zoe was done announcing your assignment, you saw multiple head turns from your classmates towards your table. Not directly at you, but at the girl sitting beside you.

"HEY, Mikasa. Wanna work together?" A tan skin girl with freckles, and a low loose ponytail hollered across the room.

"Yo, Mikasa." A baldie also called for the same person.

Oh, I'm assuming she's the smart one here...

"FORGET CONNIE, WORK WITH ME MIKASA." The baldie, and his brunette partner were nudging each other, and playfully fighting to catch Mikasa's attention. You hear the girl's cute giggle beside you from everyone's nagging.

"Who the hell is Mikasa?" You murmured. You weren't positive if it was the girl beside you, or some other student everyone was going on about.

You made Mikasa shyly cackle from your curiosity. It was pretty obvious who everyone was fighting over, but you were still somehow clueless.

"I am." You switched your gaze from the catastrophic students, to the girl who softly answered your confusion beside you.

"Oh! I'm sorry, that was stupid of me. It was pretty obvious it was you, haha."

"It's fine, you're new here. Y/n, right?" She caught you by surprise by knowing your name. You squint your eyes and eyebrows, quizzically tilting your head and chuckling. "How do you know my name...?"

"We haven't had a new student since sophomore year. News travels fast." Her cheek dimples from a sweet grin towards you. If she hadn't already looked pretty before, her smile topped it off perfectly. There was a short pause of silence before Mikasa broke it with a demand.

"You are my partner for this assignment." She clearly stated with her eyebrows raised, making you giggle.

"That didn't sound like a question..." You smirked, narrow eyed. Mikasa scooted her seat closer to you, making you breath in her clean rosy scent attached to her.

"I mean, you don't have a better option. You see the baldie and the brunette pair over there?" She turned her head, and you followed to stare at Connie and Sasha making fools out of themselves.

"Look around, most of these people are morons. That buzz cut over there, his name is Connie. And his partner in crime is Sasha. Yesterday, she tried to convince me that two plus two equals peanut butter."

The both of you erupted in laughter from the accusation. You instantly knew you would grow to love Mikasa as a close friend, she had all the traits you wanted in a kindle friendship.

"The people here are... interesting." You told her with a hint of tittering while facing her.

"Oh, you don't even know. But if you want to know anything, just ask me." Mikasa kindly proffered with a smile, patting her slender hands on your lap.

There was actually one question lingering through your thoughts. You wondered if she knew who he was, and maybe she could give you some background info on the certain person, since Jean was lacking it when you interrogated the two dick-heads before.

Maybe she knows, Eren.. or Jean?

"Do you know Eren… Yeager?" You asked with your eyes glancing down at your hands on top of Mikasa's on your thighs, then up at her widened lids from your inquiry. Her face showed that she didn't expect that question out of anything you could've asked her instead.

"Yes, yes I do." She said, stuttering her blinking at you.

"Well, he's an asshole." You snort, turning away from her to grab your usual class utensils from your backpack on the floor.

"Yeah, I live with him. So I agree." Mikasa casually spoke the last thing you would've ever guessed.

"WHAT?" You jolt your head back up in response, making her uncontrollably laugh from your astonished reaction.

EREN? MIKASA? RELATED?? BROTHER. SISTER. ASDSDKSDX.

"I'm used to this kind of reaction, I know we look nothing alike. I'm actually adopted." Mikasa reassured, but you still held a expression like you just heard the biggest scandal of your life. Lips parted, eyes bulged out, you thought there was no way someone as kind as Mikasa could be connected with a jerk like Eren.

"Sorry, you're just so nice, and he's so....."

Well, he's a lot of things… Dick, asshole, jackass, idiot, jerk, monkey, pig, monkey pig—Wait. I can't say all of that to her, lol.

"Cold?" She finished the words you couldn't speak out loud. "Yup." You nodded, agreeing as you let out a long sigh. Then at that moment, you remembered that she lives with Eren. So that basically meant she was your neighbor also.

"Hey, did you know that we're neighbors?" You said as you placed your elbow on the table and rested your cheek on your palm, smirking at her. In response, it was like a light bulb blinked above her from your utterance.

"AH! So you're the daughter." Mikasa spoke with excitement, she recalled seeing your father throwing the trash this morning. "I met your dad this morning, a funny guy." She told you, making a smile form on your lips.

"I'm glad he didn't scare you off, haha." You joked, your dad's awful ways of conversing usually scared people away.

"You kidding me? I loved him." Mikasa kept praising your dad, wishing she had a father like him.

"Well, he won't be home for the rest of the week, he's actually traveling around for his job." You told her as you clicked your pen to write your name on the corner of your assignment paper.

"You should come by. Wait... how about we go to Reiner's party together tonight?"

Mikasa eagerly suggested the great idea, since you had no clue on who you were supposed to go with anyways. "Yes! I'll love that." You faced her again with your lips curled upwards into a heavy smile.

"I'll come by at 7, better be ready."

-

𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹, 6:00 𝗽𝗺

You were hastily running back and forth from your closet, to your long mirror. To see your anxious self holding each outfit against your body as you stared at your reflection on the tall glass.

You were surprisingly finding it hard for yourself to figure out what to wear to a simple high school party, on a weekday, which was... unusual, but you didn't mind.

Hitch usually gave a helping hand for your outfits, hair, and makeup. Without her, you were a complete mess. You missed her deeply, and you had to do everything on your own in a hurry this time.

"Okay, black or red? What would Hitch say? Hmmm red stands out, but black is sophisticating. FUCK."

Your fingers were gripped on the hangers that were holding each of your short dresses that had an open back, but you couldn't decide on what color, which made you frustrated to say the least.

"Fuck this. I'm going with good ole black." You tossed the red dress onto the messy pile of unwanted outfits you picked out before, and then slipped on the slightly sheer, black silk onto your soft skin from the application of Shea butter lotion you applied on your skin beforehand.

You ogled at the new appearance on the reflection of your mirror. Tall with the black heels you had on, figure on fleek with the tight dress accentuating your nonexistent ass, I mean—your fatass, perky boobs, and then your beautiful face with a little smoky look going on around your eye area.

You smeared off the spec of lipgloss on the outline of your plump lips, and fluffed up your curled hair a bit. You looked good as always, maybe a little too good, and then you let out a groan.

You were at your limit of getting ready. Like, who did you have to impress... except yourself? Right? No one to be exact.

You took off your heels that were already killing your feet since Mikasa hasn't texted you back yet, and sunk back onto your comforters carefully. Trying not to ruin your hair and dress you took so much time on.

You sighed and tilted your head to the side. Picking up your iPhone that was lying beside you, and then bringing it over and above your face to check the time on the bright screen.

6:45 on the dot, right on time.

As you were about to shut your eyes from exhaustion, an unforeseen thump came from your window. Which almost made you shit your pants from the fear that someone might have broken inside your bedroom, but that wasn't the case.

You heard a faint muffled voice coming from outside yelling, "Y/n! Y/n!" It had to Mikasa, but why couldn't she had just come through your front door?

You chuckled and pushed yourself off the bed, and strutted towards your window. Unlocking and opening it, then letting the fresh breeze hit your face and through the strands of your hair gently as you glanced down to see Mikasa waving at you rashly with a big smile.

Holy shit, she looks gorgeous.

She was wearing a strapless baby pink dress. Not too fitted, but loose and flowy. The wind made the indefinite ruffles on her mini dress elevate from the light breeze. She sparkled in the night sky, and her smile was shining bright like a diamond.

"Y'know, you could ring the doorbell and I could let you in." You scrunch your nose as you giggled from Mikasa looking all tiny from your view above.

"Or, you could just let down your hair and I could climb up." She teased, her laughter was contagious.

"Aw, how romantic." You placed your palm on your heart and pouted, making her roll her eyes at you.

"Just shut up and come down! I'm taking you in my g-wagon." Mikasa hollered, the words g-wagon echoed in your brain and made you drop your mouth open.

So without hesitation, you shut your window, slide your heels back on, sprayed CoCo Chanel all over yourself, grabbed your silver purse, and finally hurried downstairs without tripping. You missed the feeling of going out, so you were overly ecstatic.

-

{𝗢𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹| 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 - 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗚𝗼𝘁 𝗔𝘄𝗮𝘆}

Mikasa was driving faster than is responsible, and played music that was louder than necessary. The aroma of her Mercedes smelled like it was brand new and untouched, which was perfect.

The both of you were enjoying your night drive to the party a little too much. While Mikasa's hand was carefully, yet swiftly steering the wheel, you stuck your head out of the passenger window and were being reckless and thoughtless. Screaming into the darkness of the starry night sky.

In that moment you felt free. Young and weightless. It felt like a long awaited girl's trip for you. The rustling of tires on the road, and the sound of the car driving was music to your ears.

You both sang along to the lyrics of the song that was playing on the radio. But Mikasa had to ruin the moment by scolding you to put your seatbelt on like how your father would always do, but you ignored it and continued to be carefree.

The conversation you and Mikasa were going on about started to then get serious. She told you about how she had lost her parents at a young age, and how Eren lost his mom to an awful car accident a few months ago.

You felt for her, you really did. You also lost your mother a few years back. It was sudden and tragic, you really wished the awful disease cancer had a cure.

Maybe that explains Eren's behavior at the party? when we first met. I can't really blame him for the harsh actions he's done, it wasn't right, but he did lose his mother a month before summer started.

Not once did you mention the name Jean to Mikasa today. And the whole big question you were yearning to know, was what exactly happened between Eren and him?

Why did they hate each other? You really didn't want to pry on the matter, but your curiosity had taken the best of you. So you had to ask.

"So... what's the deal with Eren and Jean?" You questioned, turning your head to Mikasa, who tried to suppress her deep sigh and disappointment.

"Oh, so you already met the walking one-night-stand." She spoke with expected discontent in her tone of voice. "Unfortunately." You rolled your eyes and brought your sight back at the road in front of you.

"Long story, short. Eren's father, Grisha, was known to be a great doctor, but a passive-aggressive liar. He cheated on Carla, Eren's mother, multiple times. He even has a child with another woman. Anyways, one of the women he cheated on Carla with, was Jean's mother. And after Carla found out about it, she died the next day."

"Oh my god." You weren't expecting any of that at all. You just thought Eren and Jean had an unsettled rivalry from the past, but there was obviously more to it.

But Eren's parents' situation had nothing to do with Jean. So why blame him? You guessed Eren must've poured all his hatred towards Jean as a last resort.

...

Jean was obviously a personal matter, so you didn't want to go further than the one question you asked earlier.

Did something else happen between them?

-

You and Mikasa finally pulled up into the crowded drive through filled with expensive cars, and took in the sight of Reiner's glass walled mansion. The pact party was seen throughout the translucent windows of his house, as you stepped out the car to scan every inch of it. Left to right.

The huge house was filled to the brim with highschool students, and the atmosphere was already tainted with alcohol even from outside the steps to his house.

You gripped onto Mikasa's arm from agitation, making Mikasa rub your shoulders to ease your anxiety, and then you inhaled, and exhaled slowly. About to walk into a party which you never knew, would end up terribly.

The radiant colorful lights looked hazy from the amount of smoke in the air. The room was dark, and the large speakers were blasting music that nearly took your eardrums out.

You gazed across the spacious room with huddles of people who were either drinking with a red cup in their hands, or scattered across the other side of the room. Sexually dancing with one another, or doing hookah in the corners of the spaces.

Mikasa somehow got her hands on some drinks, without your notice. "Psst, here you go. I went with tequila since I didn't know what you preferred to have." She leaned over towards your ear to grab your attention from the blaring music, and handed you your cup.

"Not the tequila..." You muttered out loud with a frown, remembering what happened the last time you had the certain drink. Mikasa took your words at heart.

"Oh, my bad. I could get you something else." She examined your pout, which then made you realize she had no idea about what exactly had happened before, so you shook your head and kindly declined her request.

"No, no. Thank you for this!" You turned to her with a jittery smile, making her copy your look as well.

"I'll be right back, I have to go check up on Armin real quick." She laid a quick kiss on your cheek and ran off before you could react.

You sighed with a half smile, tottering your head as you then faced forward towards the stretch of party animal's. The wall behind you was set as your backrest as you then scanned each face of every person around the room.

One of your arms were wrapped around your torso protectively, while the other hand held the drink you were sipping on.

{𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗟𝗬 𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱| 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗻𝗱 - 𝗔𝗰𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗲𝗱}

Your eyes suddenly came to a halt when you then spotted a certain tall playboy, standing beside Connie who was inches shorter beside his figure.

The girl they were both speaking with was batting her eyelashes and flaunting her body, but Jean surprisingly didn't look anywhere near interested in her. He was only focused on the baldie next to him.

After Jean was finished with a few laughs with Connie, he tilted his head back up and browsed his surroundings. He wore an amused expression as he did, and then he caught a girl eyeing at him in the distance.

Jean widened his eyes when he realized it was you. He devilishly winked with a smirk, not breaking his eye contact with you.

Shit, not this again.

You quickly tore your eyes away from his, and scoffed. Continuing to gulp down the contents in your cup. Jean wanted to take a better look at you, especially to see how you dressed for the night.

"I'll be back." He whispered in Connie's ear, resulting in him trying to figure out where Jean was exactly going.

Before Connie could question him, he saw Jean scurrying through the crowd, leading closer and closer to where you were at. You weren't aware of him coming towards you yet though.

God, where did Mikasa run off to? I look like a lose-

"Well, don't you look beautiful tonight." A deep voice caught you off guard and you hovered your eyes back to the sight in front you.

Jean..

He studied you, making it very clear he was enjoying the view of the tight dress around your body. His eyes moved up to your moist lips which were slightly parted open, and then back up to your fierce eyes.

Your lashes were touching the edge of your brows from the width your eyes were at from gazing at his figure also. He was wearing his usual collared shirt, but it was grey this time.

With the brink of the shirt being unbuttoned, it revealed his toned chest. Jean looked... good. His body was scarily towering over you, creating a shadow on your presence.

"It's impolite to stare, but go on." Jean teased, as one of his hands reached to clutch the charm on the necklace you had on your neck. He played with it, until you did something about it.

His other large arm was placed on the wall behind you. You were so close to him, that his heavy cologne mixed in with your scent.

"Okay personal space, Jean." You tried pushing his hard chest away from you, but he didn't budge. Jean then lowered his head, down towards your neck. His hot breath then crazed your nape.

You were trying so hard to hold your shrewd noises in, but before they could spill out, Jean briskly lifted his head back up and sighed with a smirk. Leading you on, and leaving you breathless.

"I'll see you around, Y/n." Jean winked, and walked away into the crowd. Disappearing as he left you at a loss for words.

What the fuck just happened...

Eren entered the party late, but early enough to see Jean and you messing around in a corner around packs of teenagers. He was too late to catch you first, but it didn't stop him to approach you also as you then walked to get a drink from the bar station.

"I'm such an idiot. Why didn't I stop him." You mumbled to yourself as you stood alone at the table where all the alcohol was placed at. You felt guilty, embarrassed, about the fact of you not properly pushing Jean away from yourself.

You liked what he was doing. And you were trying your best to remove the situation from your wild thoughts.

Ugh, I look so awkward just standing around. Lemme just... pretend to text someone.

You pulled your phone out of your purse, and texted your brother some random messages. As you were leaning on the table behind you, and doing that...Your field of view, caught someone standing before you. You instantly recognized the Tom Ford cologne scent.

You leisurely tipped your head back up from your phone, and detected the devil himself appearing before you. Heaving a sigh, Eren scanned the dark circles beneath your eyes that you tried to hide with concealer.

He bit his lips, forcing back a laugh from the sight of his doing last night. A wickedly amused smirk breaks out of his pretty face, causing you to feel irritated. You folded your arms over your chest, and glared at him.

"What do you want, Eren." You spat, and he stepped closer towards you.

"How'd you sleep last night, neighbor?" Eren spoke in a low deep voice. He analyzed the clear vexation showing on your face.

"I was too busy planning your murder to sleep." You shot back, eyeing at his frame up and down.

He dressed casual then usual, grey sweats and a black tee. But you hated how he could pull anything off, even if he didn't try.

"Yeah, you look like it. The bags really compliment your eyes." Eren taunted you with an extensive chuckle, making your blood boil once again.

"What you did, was fucking messed up." You fumed, but it was like he enjoyed your anger. He looked unbothered.

"Which is exactly why I did it." Eren grinned as if your arguments brought him joy.

"You're going to pay for what you did." You arched a brow with sass.

"Is that so?" Eren fixed his view on you with a cool expression, cocking a brow from your declaration. You couldn't tell whether he was uninterested, or intrigued.

"Y/n, you came." The same deep raspy voice who invited you to this party earlier, startled you. Turning away from Eren, you then faced the hot blonde greeting you with an immediate hug. Feeling his flexed biceps around your waist.

Eren scoffed, rolling his eyes and leaving you with Reiner. He hated the sight of the bipolar blonde, so he couldn't stay to watch.

"Heyyy, thanks for inviting me. This party is hot." You unravel from his tight hug.

"Well, so are you." He sharply flirted back, making your cheeks tinted.

Whatever, I'll flirt back. YOLO.

"That makes the two of us." You bit your lip, making a smug grin form on Reiners lips. You continued to chat and flirt with him, and as you did that, Historia and Eren were observing the both of you from far away.

"I hate that guy. You know he cheated on me with four different girls? And then he dumped me over a post-it-note. Man-whore." Historia ranted to Eren beside her in disgust. Eren tilted his head from the sight of you, to Historia with a 'I told you so' look.

"Don't say I told you so!" Historia fired back, making Eren roll his eyes.

"Don't have to." Eren sighed, directing his emerald pupils back at you and Reiner.

Reiner handed you a drink he made on the spot, you didn't really observe him when he was making it. He then handed the drink over to you. "Try it." He said, without you taking a glance inside of the cup to see the contents in it, you took a big sip. And your taste buds actually savored the beverage.

"Wow, this is actually good. What’d you put in it?" You questioned as you glanced at the cup, then back up at Reiner. "It's a secret, the recipe could be worth millions one day." He joked, watching you carefully consume the rest of the drink with ease.

....

After what felt like a long hour, you felt like you were losing your consciousness, trying to remember your recent occurrences, but nothing worked. Your eyesight was blurred and everyone around you looked like inanimate objects. Your skin was burning up and your steps were becoming unbalanced.

Fuck....

"What's wrong? You aren't looking so well..." Reiner asked you, as you tried to focus your eyes on him.

"I-I need to lay down for a moment." You brushed past him and he watched you. Stumbling and using the walls around you as a helping force for you to stay on your feet, as you looked around to see for a room to stay in.

You searched, and you finally spotted what looked like a master bedroom with a big bed placed in the middle of the interior of the room. So without hesitation, you dragged your feet and knocked yourself out, right when you reached the bed.

Eren watched as Reiner thoroughly glanced around his surroundings to see if anyone would catch him starting to go tail you. He tried to make sure everyone would be unaware of his motives he was planning to do next.

Little did he know, Eren watched every single detail. From the simple flirting and chatting, and to the moment were he tried to secretly spike the drink you were clearly unaware of.

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃- The hell?

"Excuse me." Eren surged through the tight piles of people, and hoped he would make it on time before something that would end up ruining the rest of your life could happen.

Jean squinted his eyes from where he was standing, noticing Eren's worrisome look on his face. It puzzled him, because he hadn't seen that look from Eren since the day he found out his mother passed away.

Reiner was outside the bedroom door you were peacefully passed out in. He turned his head to the left and to the right, and noticed that no one was around him. He thought this was his perfect chance to do the dirty.

Feeling horny as ever, Reiner unbuckled his pants and was about to step foot inside, until a firm hand grabbed his shoulders and slammed him against a wall. Shocking Reiner, with their sudden appearance.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going, Braun." Eren's voice was coated in pure anger.

"It's my house, Eren. I can rest in my own room if I want." Reiner gritted his teeth from Eren's ruff arm placement on his neck.

"With a helpless girl in the room?" Eren interrogated back, making Reiner chuckle in guilt.

"Oh, I didn't know the room was occupied..." Reiner lied, thinking he would've believed his stupid talk. Eren's expression didn't change a tic, but it somehow got ten times more intimidating.

"Don't fucking act clueless. I saw you spike her drink." Eren gave Reiner the third degree, making him sweat from the accusation.

"I—uh, what! You're talking bullshit." Reiner stuttered back, the guilt was pretty obvious now.

"Am I now? Get the fuck away from this door before I make you regret living." Eren was really about to unleash hell on Reiner.

"Is that a threat?!" Reiner asked with a hint of fear.

"It's a promise." Eren told him with a grin. Enjoying Reiner shitting bricks from his words. For some odd reason, Reiner felt a sudden surge of power. He pushed Eren off of him with all his force, and fixed his stance with confidence. Reiner was either delusional, or had a death wish.

"You think you're all tuff huh? Fuck off, don't make me fight you." Reiner spoke in a confident tone like it would phase Eren or something.

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃- ‘fuckin dumbass.

"You're even stupider than I thought, buddy." Eren found it quite amusing how Reiner started to act all tough.

"Oh, yeah? And why is that?" For a moment, Eren looked slightly taken aback from Reiner's confidence. But that didn't last.

"I'm a 6'5 guy who fights for a sport. You might wanna rethink your decision."

-

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴

Shit. My head...

You flutter your eyes back open, noticing the unfamiliar room, looking nothing like your own. You didn't recognize anything. The room was huge, and so was the black sheeted bed you were laying on.

The area was freezing from the A/C breezing through the air vents, which didn't go well with your mini dress you had on. The atmosphere smelled clean, and fresh. Like... Old spice deodorant?

Everything in the spacious bedroom was either black, grey, or white. Minimalist to say the least, but your eyes then hover to the set of guitars hanging in the corner of the room. A clean gray drum set and keyboard besides the eye catching fenders.

Am I still at.. Reiners place? Holy fuck.

You frantically pushed yourself off the large bed, and rotated your head across the room. "WHERE IS MY PHONE, MY BABY." You cried out loud about the most precious thing you had to yourself.

You were panicking, grabbing clots of your hair with your hands, and then finally rushing out the bedroom. Trying to exactly find out where you were located at.

Wait. This place looks familiar.

You scanned the area you were in, trying to recall if you've been in this house before, because you certainly have. But you couldn't remember. It definitely wasn't Reiners house, because this house looked like that one home from Twilight.

Oh. Fuck. Why? WHYYYY????

You made it to the presumptuous living room, to gaze at the sight of EREN wearing GLASSES, completely SHIRTLESS with nothing but joggers on, and reading a fucking book comfortably on his white couch. His posture slouched, and his legs parted widely.

Eren's usual cunning look wasn't anywhere to be found, it was replaced with pure focus. His dark brows were fine, but currently furrowed as he was reading.

He's 6'5, shirtless, and with a well-toned and muscular tan body. His tattoo sleeve fully revealed to the eye, everything about him was godly. For some odd reason, his lack of 20/20 vision was quite sexy.

He should wear glasses more often—Wait a minute. This is Eren's house?! What am I doing here? WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER ANYTHING?

"ERENNNNN." You shrieked so loud, it knocked the book out of Eren's fingertips.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Y/n." Eren broke out a cold sweat from your appearance.

"Why the fuck are you here?!" You questioned him like the house was literally not his own.

"Why am I… in my own house?" He scrunched his eyebrows from your confusing assertion.

"I—uh, mean... WHY AM I IN YOUR HOUSE?" You really couldn't keep your volume down, but you were confused as hell, you needed answers.

"Calm the fuck down. What's the last thing you remember?" He yawned as he got up, stretching his long arms which then pointed out each perfect ab on his body. You had to take a quick glance, before you went back into your crazed expression.

"Uhhh, drinking with Reiner." You said, biting your cheeks with your arms crossed.

"Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!" Eren sarcastically grinned, making you roll your eyes and scoff.

"I don't understand." You were still puzzled. Eren deeply sighed, and tried to find the exact way he could explain without you freaking out.

"Your friend, Reiner, spiked your drink."

WHATTTTT

"I stopped him before he could do anything. Mikasa and I, brought you here afterwards." Eren explained, you felt your heart thumping out of your chest from his words. You couldn't believe what happened, but you had to actually thank the dick for what he did.

Eren... stopped Reiner from taking advantage of me. He helped me? Eren, helped me? I'm so stupid. I should've known.

"Thanks for—saving me. Like really, thank you." The words tasted off coming from your mouth. Eren's lips were about to curl up, but he consciously stopped them from forming a smile at you.

"Whatever, I was just being a decent human being." He exhaled and picked up a purse from the table in front of him, and you closely examined it to actually be your purse you were looking everywhere for.

"Now that you're safe. Get out of my house." He throwed the purse at your face, making you addled and whining in pain.

What the actual fuck, I think my heart almost died just there.

"Seriously? Fuck you. I take back my thanks." You snarled, as you glared at him then walked straight out his front door.

Eren was trying to suppress his laughter the whole time, he found you amusing but... cute.

As you were walking outside and towards your home right by Eren's, you couldn't help but wonder if all that cold exterior Eren puts up was all an act. What if Eren isn't the worst person in the world?

You shook the absurd thought out of your head, and reached for your phone locked away in your purse. You stopped walking, and froze in place when you glanced down at your phone screen. There was a new contact.

Eren's name was at the top of your contact list, you couldn't believe your eyes.

"Why...?"

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𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲? 𝗛𝗺𝗺𝗺

𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗥𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿?

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻?

Next on Complicated- You and Eren are forced to put your hatred aside when the both of you are paired up for a project. Things get interesting when You and Noah spot Jean and Connie up to no good

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COMPLICATED — S1-E2: Personal Problems

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Fem! Reader x Jean Kirstein

Word count: 5.9k

Series summary: Two boys, opposites you could say with a troubled past, fall for the same girl. You to be precise, but one falls head over heels at first sight, and as for the other, won't dare to admit his feelings. With the first guy, you had a not-so-welcoming encounter with. And well, the same goes for the other play boy as well. Are you a competition to them? Maybe. Will you fall for one, or both? Definitely. But how will everything play out in the end?

Chapter summary: A flashback to the past. An unexpected neighbor takes you by surprise, a invite to an exclusive party may just be what you need.

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𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗦𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 7𝘁𝗵

"Okay, I'm lost. How do you guys... exactly know each other?"

"I don't remember this being your business." Eren snapped, rolling only his head back over at you from Jean, squinting his eyes. He definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed, cause you literally just asked a simple question.

Or maybe you were kind of getting in the way of their feud. You stood behind the both of them with your arms crossed, distinctly hindering Eren.

"Oh the gentleman you are, Yeager. I see the only way you get the chicks is by your...looks? And definitely not that shitty mouth of yours." Jean taunted Eren with a grin, his tongue sticking out of his cheek as he took in Eren's quietude.

Eren responded with simple silence, he didn't want to add anything on because he was already tired of Jean. Please, they both got shitty mouths.

"You see love, Eren's still stuck in the past. He can't-"

"No. Just fucking leave man." Before Jean could finish the sentence you were dying to hear, Eren simply cut him off. Jean rolled his eyes and sighed, obeying him as Eren then carried his attention back to you.

You shook your head as your fingers were on the edge of your brows from their exhausting conversation that wasn't even getting to the point that you were yearning to hear.

"By all means, you two please continue. I'll be seeing you around, beautiful. And we'll catch up later Eren." Jean chuckled with a salute as a goodbye, glancing down to check the time on the silver Rolex watch he had on his wrist. Then walking away from you and Eren back outside.

Now, it was just you and the idiot again.

Hmmm, you're probably wondering why you and the douche hate each other. So let's go back in time, to the eventful night you first met Eren.

-

𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼...

𝗨𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗘𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗦𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗻,

𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗬𝗼𝗿𝗸

Over the summer, you and your best friend Hitch, decided to catch a glimpse of the night life of the wealthy and wild, Upper East Siders.

There wasn't any Gossip Girl, but they weren't wrong when they said the rich and white can throw a hell of a party.

You both booked a two bedroom suite together in a high class Hilton hotel. After endless mornings and nights of shopping and getting fat together since the NYC pizza hit different, you and Hitch decided to take a night stroll down the packed sidewalks of the city.

Hitch practically made you get overdressed every time you stepped outside, wearing tight mini dresses of brands you didn't even know existed. So you perfectly blended in with the surroundings of big shots.

But little did you know, your night stroll would end up with the both of you going to a party with a bunch of private schoolers that throw cash at basically anything.

You and Hitch linked arms while walking down the city sidewalks. Glancing at all the tall skyscrapers that made your eyes glimmer from the sight.

As you two were giggling and spotting cute men and women down the street, you both overheard a conversation that caused the start of your encounter with a certain someone.

"Party at my father's club in a hour..." Hitch side glanced at the man who spoke to his group of friends. She then smirked from the scheme she was plotting in her mind.

Hitch yanked you behind a bulky tree so the both of you could eavesdrop. "Shhhh, guess we're not staying in tonight after all, Y/n." Hitch whispered in your ear as you both peeked at the humans.

"Chad, is that hot stud coming? Like I'm definitely not going if there isn't good booze too." The blonde who was basically plastic spoke to the two boys.

"Chelsea enough with that guy, he's bad news. Anyways, you got me baby." You and Hitch cringed so hard from their little conversation.

The both of you kept on gagging from their teasing. But you guys managed to hear the address after all of it, and it wasn't that far from where the both of you were standing.

So you both walked to the nearest gas station to touch up your makeup a bit, and then headed straight to the location right after. You had no clue that the little adventure, would end up ugly.

You basically flirted your way through security. Hitch was perking her boobs, while you toyed with the security guard. It was bullshit to even call the security, the security.

He was a grown white male who was just a huge simp for underage girls. It gave you the icks, that's why you prefer women any day, but you still made it past him.

{𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗟𝗬 𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱| 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 - 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝘆 𝗜 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝘁. 𝗞𝗲𝗿𝗶 𝗛𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗼𝗻}

To say private school kids are crazy, would be an understatement. The inside of the dark club room, was lit with an array of flashing lights. Purple, blue, green, you name it. The atmosphere was steamy from the masses of people, yet invigorating from the chilly air conditioning.

The air had a hint of multiple scents, Weed and alcohol being the most of course, and then the biting aroma of overly pungent perfume.

While Hitch was gripping on your wrist as you both scurried through the crowd, you see people doing cocaine lines to the left, and dancing at the dance floor to the right. Where each person moved like a puppet on strings from the beaming music. And lastly, a line of drunken teenagers at the bright blue lit bar where Hitch was pulling you towards.

"I'M GOING TO GO GRAB SOME DRINKS, OKAY?" Hitch yelled in your eardrums, over the roaring music.

You knew Hitch like the back of your hand, so when she said that she's going to get drinks for the both of you, it just meant she's going to get drunk on her own.

You stood like a loner by a group of black couches, staring into the stretch of teenagers having the time of their lives as you patiently waited on Hitch.

Okay, that guy has been staring at me for the past five minutes...

That same random dude who kept an eye on you across the dance floor, then suddenly approached you. He straight up gave you the creeps. Uhhh, Hitch. Baby girl, where are you? Help meee.

"Babe are you an antiquer? 'Cause... I have some junk that hasn't been touched in years." The boy sighed, glancing down at his feet with a frown.

WHAT. THE. FUCK. DID. HE. JUST. SAY.

You stood there deadlocked. Trying so hard to hold your laughter in, since you were DYING inside. Your lips were quivering, and you wanted to scare him away with what you were planning to say to him next.

"Awhhh really?" You pouted sarcastically . "You make me think all kinds of naughty things...." He glanced back up at your face with hunger in his eyes, believing your teasing. EW EW EW.

"Like where to hide a dead body. Fuck out of my face, weirdo." Your change of mood shocked the boy, and he instantly ran away from you.

"LOSER." You hollered, snickering as you watched him disappear into the crowd. You turned back to glance at the packed bar to see if Hitch was anywhere to be found, and she was actually stumbling towards you.

She couldn't even walk in a straight line. Hitch threw herself on you, and you caught her. Tripping back from her weight.

"Thi-this place IS HEAVEN." She mumbled while snorting.

"Well, you look like hell. How drunk are you?" You questioned her like a worried mother, but then she quickly got off you and started jumping to the beat of the music, like a maniac. This bitch..

"H-hey... why does everyone look like they're about to shit their pants, Y/n?" Hitch suddenly stopped her big movements, and glanced around the area with a puzzled look.

"What do you mean?" You were befuddled, you thought Hitch was just messing around, but she was indeed right.

{𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗟𝗬 𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱| 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗸𝗲𝘆𝘀 - 𝗗𝗼 𝗜 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗞𝗻𝗼𝘄?}

Within seconds, the atmosphere of the party changed completely. What's going on? Most of the people around you stood still, and over the music, you still heard multiple whispers in the air. Something caught their attention...?

"Oh, my god. He's here?"

“He’s back.”

You followed their eyes and turned around. In the midst of the chaos that was drunken teenagers and dirty dancing, was a single body of calmness. Well I'll be damned...

He had the kind of face that made people stop and stare. You guessed the stranger must've been used to all of that. Honestly, he gave you gender envy from his beauty. You thought it wasn't fair for someone to be that good looking.

Your eyes traced his tall figure, from his messy hazel hair that was tied up into a low bun, then down to his long legs. He's gotta be over six feet.

He was wearing a black leather jacket with a grey skin tight tee beneath the leather, pairing the top with dark Jeans.

What made him more attractive, was his jewelry. You loved men who could accessorize.

A gold necklace draped around his neck, a dangling earring on his left ear, and the shiny silver rings you spot on each of his long fingers that held the cigarette he was smoking.

One word came into your mind: Mystery.

Those intimidating green eyes, razor-sharp jaw, plump lips, he made your thoughts run wild. You've seen attractive guys before, but none that could compare to him. He was untouchable.

"Hey...who is that?" You asked a girl beside you.

"That's Eren Yeager." She responded, and your mind kept on playing his name on repeat.

He was the type of guy you would see at a convenience store one day, then end up never seeing again in your life after.

"He's so hot I could—fry a bacon on him. If only guys like that went to our school." Hitch was fangirling beside you which made you giggle.

You couldn't look away, and neither could any girl around you. They were all fawning over him, even some guys too. You could tell he had a reputation, and not necessarily a good one.

He didn't nod or greet anyone, yet the crowd parted like the Red Sea so he could pass through. It was like he had a shield around him.

“I thought he stopped going to parties after— y’know?”

"Yeah..."

Then in that moment, he caught your gaze.

Is he looking at my direction? Lol why can't I move? I don't like this...

"I THINK HE'S LOOKING AT ME, Y/N" Hitch screeched beside you, you tilted your head at her and laughed, then back at the stranger ahead of you. Oh god, is he coming over here??

Eren was walking in the direction of the bar, where you were standing. He was almost in close proximity with you. For a split second, it was like everything went in slow motion.

He brushed his shoulder with yours and peered down into your eyes for an instant, then tilted his head back up and smirked, walking away as every girl fainted over his appearance.

Everything happened so fast, and it was like you fell in love with him at first sight. You could tell he was quite the charmer, but he had a reclusive look in his eyes, like he didn't give a fuck about anything anymore.

What the... You turned back to see him strutting towards the outside patio, which made you feel sullen. "I'll be back." Hitch told you arching a brow with a crafty smile.

"You're going to talk to him, aren't you?" You chuckled, smacking your palm on your forehead.

You were quite jealous that Hitch was daring enough to go talk to the handsome stranger. Unlike you, who was terrified, yet blown away from him.

"DUH, I need a distraction. Hehe." And with her last giggle, Hitch skipped away towards the patio, and you watched her with a smile. Supporting her bold self.

"Uh, you should go stop your friend." A girl spoke beside you raising her brows.

"Why?" you argued back, thinking she might've been jealous of Hitch. So you had to defend her.

"Just trust me." She replied, actually making you worrisome after all. You did have a gut feeling something would've gone wrong, especially since you've been hearing the guy was bad news. So without hesitation, you rushed through the crowd to find Hitch.

It was very chilly when you arrived on the patio, making you hug yourself for warmth. The view was absolutely stunning too, you could see all of Manhattan from where you were standing.

Your eyes searched for a girl with short hair and a cute button nose, standing with a tall man. The patio wasn't so crowded, just pairs of people chatting and smoking.

You were peeking behind a vase with a tall green plant, which mostly hid your presence. After a few minutes of searching, your eyes caught a pair that matched your description. Found them!

You didn't approach Hitch. You were close enough to hear their conversation, and you didn't want to ruin her moment with him until something fishy would've happened.

But... Hitch had been circling him for the past five minutes, trying to catch his attention. Something told you pretty boy knows, but still was ignoring her. Hitch then decided to open her mouth.

"H-hi I'm Hitch." She stuttered nervously. Eren rolled his eyes and sighed, then turned around to face Hitch. Glowering at her as he smoked.

Oh no… she's annoying him.

"You look kinda bored." Hitch purred, flaunting her titties at Eren. Eren peeked down at them for a second, and then back up at Hitch with heavy lidded eyes. He already hated everything Hitch was doing to catch his attention.

"Yeah..." Eren answered, uninterested.

"You wanna get out of here and do something fun?" Hitch teased with a grin, her fingers were trailing Eren's hard chest as she nibbled on her bottom lip.

Eren exhaled in irritation. Grabbing Hitch's delicate hands, then shoving them away from his chest. The action took Hitch by surprise. Damnit Hitch.

"Look," Eren tossed his cigarette into the trash can across from him, then lit another one with his red lighter in front of Hitch.

"I usually avoid parties like these." Eren told her after a quick smoke on the cigarette.

"Oh, really? Why?" Hitch asked, biting the inside of her cheek from fear.

"The people here are just so....desperate. Take you for example." He bluntly told Hitch what was on his mind, not holding back. She was taken aback from his words, it felt like a bunch of knives were stabbing her heart.

No. He. Didn't.

Oh you wanted to step in so badly, but you had to see if Hitch could handle the situation herself. She was a big girl, you knew she could. But, you were wrong yet again.

"I-I'm sorry, I—" Hitch was finding it hard to respond, but when she was about to finish her sentence, Eren cut her off.

"Why are you apologizing? You clearly can't help it." Eren leaned forward on the rail beside him, and looked out into the view of tall skyscrapers. The night breeze was rippling through his soft baby strands that were framing his face.

"Look, you don't know me..." Hitch mumbled. Her eyes were burning up, she knew tears would flow down her face at any moment.

"Oh. We're gonna play that game? Cool." Eren turned his head back over to Hitch, fixing his posture as he chuckled. His hands were slipped into his pockets, and Hitch on the other hand, was glancing down at her heels. Not wanting to keep eye contact with him.

"It's pathetic, really. Isn't it? You think a few name brands, mask your insecurities? You seem like a desperate girl who'd do anything for a hint of affection. You're clear, transparent." As soon as Eren was done telling her off, tears of pain ran down Hitch's cheeks.

You could feel the blood boiling in your body. Hitch DID NOT deserve any of that. How could someone be so cruel?

"Just go. You're wasting my time, and your own." Eren rolled his eyes, as Hitch cried. She solemnly walked away, back inside the noisy club.

You had enough. You were waiting for Hitch to leave so she couldn't see the big scene you were about to make.

Rude. Careless. A complete asshole. He reminded you of someone you once knew. There is no way I'm letting him get away with that.

You snatched someone's drink out of their hand, and chugged most of it before you flounced over to Eren, who was still smoking while looking into the distant bright city.

"Ahem." You cleared your throat to bring his attention towards you, which worked. He scanned you from your legs, above towards your waist, and then up at your squinted eyes which were glaring into his soul. You tightened your lips.

Eren had a lucid image of a girl in the back of his head from before, and It was you. Never would he think it was you who actually approached him. He instantly remembered brushing past you earlier.

I guess you could say you weren't easily forgotten in his mind.

"Mhm, Can I fucking help you?" He flexed his arms over his chest and glared at you. You took another sip of the sour tequila, then splashed the alcohol all over his pretty face and clothes.

His eyes were shut, squeezed together from the burning of the beverage. Most of his shirt was drenched, making his toned abs see through.

Everyone around you gasped, completely stunned by the view of you and Eren. Some were even laughing, while others took out their phone to videotape the ordeal.

Eren flicked the drops of the drink from his eye area, and fluttered his eyelids back open. He wasn't quite happy.

"Hi there!! Aww you poor thing. I'm Y/n, and I think you should go apologize to my friend." You told him straightforwardly. You were gawking into the ice cold eyes, of Eren Yeager.

He was obviously taken aback from your confidence. Everyone was dead silent, including Eren too.

"Do you need me to say it slowly? Apologize. To. My. Friend." He gawped at you, showing little to no emotion. Eren waited for you to be finished with your spouting.

"Wow, you're slow. Lemme guess, nobody's ever called you out before? You hurt my fucking friend's feelings!" You were furious, and he still didn't care. I'm going to beat his cocky as-

"Yeah. Sounds like a personal problem." He impassively told you, and in that moment, you were completely speechless. Your mouth slightly fell open as he then seized your drink from your hand that you weren't holding onto so tightly.

Eren peeked inside the cup. "Hm, still some left in here..." He consumes the rest of the drink, and you stare at his huge Adam's apple popping out from his neck with each swallow of the alcohol.

He coughed after he finished, clicking his tongue while staring at the red cup, then back up at you.

"Tequila? You've got shit taste." He scoffed, and tossed the red cup into the trash bin. Then walked away without a care in the world. leaving you dumbstruck and frozen in place.

....

There's way more to the complicated night back then, but no need to share all the details.... You were convinced the guy was heartless.

-

𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀 𝗖𝗮𝗳𝗲

His glare is sucking the life out of me. All you and Eren were doing, was creating unwanted tension with the constant glares you two were shooting at one another. Someone had to break the silence, you had better things to be doing.

"Here's the thing, belle." Eren finally broke the silence which relieved you.

"Don't call me that." You retorted with an eye roll.

"Oh? Would you rather I call you freak instead like earlier?" He taunted you with a complacent grin. You didn't say anything back. Instead, you just stood there with your arms folded like a bear with a sore head.

What the hell is his problem?

"What? No drink to throw?" He let out a low chuckle, continuing to ridicule you. You slowly exhaled, taxing to calm yourself down.

I swear, I'm usually not left speechless. Damn his stupid, smart mouth. Eren found your silence amusing. It was hard for you to compete with his back talk.

"Exactly. Stay out of my way." Eren stated crystal clearly. He directed his eyes from your head to your feet, in a rude and superior way. His scold telling you he disapproved of your existence. You flipped him off as he turned around to walk away out of the cafe.

"MY NAME IS Y/N. FUCKING REMEMBER IT, asshole." You let out a soft huff from your throat hurting like hell after your huge announcement to Eren, and every other student who was in the cafe.

You saw multiple head turns from the aftermath of your yelling in your peripheral vision, making you flushed.

"Uh, sorry guys..." You awkwardly chuckled as you bit your bottom lip from embarrassment. You swore it was like everyday was getting worse for you. From Jean, then Eren sprouting out of nowhere...made your head ache.

"I need to go home."

-

After your long awaited steamy shower, you slipped on your favorite set of silk PJS, and dragged your feet from your bathroom, to your cold bedroom. Instantly feeling well and refreshed from your air conditioning.

You let out a deep sigh as you rubbed a small towel on your damp hair, remembering that you had to study for a test Mr. Ackerman decided to give on the FIRST DAY of school. But you didn't complain, cause he was one hot-ass teacher.

After a few painful hours of studying in your desk, your back was crying in pain as you got up, and you swore right then and there you had arthritis.

You were so ready to pass out in your bedsheets, so you plopped onto your memory foam mattress, and tucked your body into your soft comforters. You loved the feeling of when your shaven legs touched your feathered blanket.

Finally, your mind was at ease. You were in a comfortable place. Warm covers, fuzzy blanket, and pure silence. It was like nothing could disrupt your peace.

But of course, of fucking course. The almost deafening sounds of guitar strums, echoes from the house next door from yours. Causing you to stir awake.

Who the hell decides to play Chase Atlantic this late at night? And on MAX!

The music was playing very loudly, so loudly, that you could feel your literal surroundings vibrate.

You patiently waited for a few minutes to see if your idiot neighbor would end it, but nothing stopped. The music was still going off, loud and clear.

You yawned, pulling your covers off of you and stepping onto your carpet as you stretched your arms.

"What does a girl have to do to get some sleep around here? Ugh." You groaned to yourself while grabbing a sweater to head on outside.

Guess it's time to introduce myself to my neighbors.

You were outside the doorstep of your neighbors house, and it took you a minute to realize the person's home resembled the Cullen's home in the movie Twilight.

So they rich rich...

It was freezing outdoors. You weren't used to Washington weather, but you still calmly waited for someone to open the door after you knocked a couple of times. Then finally, the front door opened.

Oh, wow. Did not expect that!

The most adorable, but highly attractive blondie opened the door for you. He was leaning on the door frame with his hand gesturing a wave at you to come inside. I think I'm gonna like having him as a neighbor.

His ocean blue eyes captivated you, and you didn't even realize he was introducing himself as you were basically drooling over him. It was like he was spitting nonsense as you dozed off from just looking at his face.

"Haha.. uhh, you okay there?" His voice was so soft and gentle that you could fall asleep from it.

The blonde was wearing a collared white shirt with his sleeves scrunched up a bit, and pairing the shirt with grey jeans. He was giving off 90s Leonardo DiCaprio vibes.

You shook your head and shaked his hand that he kept out in front of you. You finally brought your actual attention towards him. Please marry me, please marry me, please marry me...

"Hi I'm Y/n, your neighbor." You told him with a extensive smile.

Your new housewife

"It's nice meeting you! I'm Armin, and I'm actually not your neighbor." His words made you hit rock bottom, it would've been nice if he was your neighbor. Then who owns this house...?

"Oh… " You said in confusion, making him chuckle. "I'm just here to record some music, this is Cam's house. He's your neighbor." He answered you with a sweet grin.

Cam?

"We actually needed some background vocals, care to join us?" You were tempted by his offer, but you reminded yourself that listening to yourself sing was like hearing fingernails on a chalkboard. So, yeah no.

"Tempting, but I'll have to pass." You insisted. He slightly frowned.

"Aw, that's a bummer. But I'll bring your actual neighbor down for you. Just hold on a sec." You nodded, then Armin walked up towards the wooden steps to the left.

All I have to do, is ask them to turn their music down. This should be sweet and simple.

Simple your ass! Cause guess who made their grand appearance in front of you!

"Yo, I'm Ere- You?!" Both of you were wide eyed. You're slippers rooted to the floor, your brain stuttering, and your stomach twisting. If your day couldn't go any worse, it just did in that moment.

"You're my neighbor??" Your voice cracked. "Mhm guess so, how fun." Eren sarcastically remarked with a eye roll. You were still stunned though.

Okay, be mature sis. Get this fiasco over with.

"Your music is pretty loud." You told him politely yet sternly with your arms folded.

"No shit. I know." He lifted a brow and shrugged, not caring about your statement.

Keep calm. Don't claw his face.

"Well, it's ruining my sleep." You raised your voice a bit this time.

"Yeah? Sounds like a personal problem." Eren yawned with a palm on his mouth. He used that one famous line of his, and you were over it.

"Could you please turn it down a bit?" You tried speaking as softly as you could with your brows knitted together.

"Hm, let me think about that for a moment... No." He winked with a grin, chuckling at your face which was glaring into his soul. Yup, there was no use of being polite. It was time for you to change courses now.

"You fucking idiot! You're really bringing the neighborhood down!" No use for being civil this time, so you raged at him.

"What neighborhood? We're literally the only two houses on this road." He laughed, but it was true. You still didn't care though, a girl needs their beauty sleep.

"What are you, four?" You went off. "What are you, forty?" He mimicked back cleverly. Eren found the argument entertaining. Precisely, he found you entertaining.

You continued to give the nastiest look you could muster to Eren, and, well, he actually looked scared of you.

"Fine, fine. Calm down. I'll turn it down a notch." He raised his palms up in the air. He threw up a white flag, admitting defeat. You won, and you smiled like a brat receiving a new Barbie doll.

"Thank youuuuu." You heavily grinned, then walked out his front door. Declaring your hard earned victory proudly.

After you left, Eren was pondering about something devious, something that would've meant that you actually haven't won yet…

Finally! I can get some sleep. I thought that would've been hard, but it wasn't so bad.

You were in your bedroom, and happily tucked in your sheets once again.

𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲....

Eren went back upstairs to his spacious bedroom to see Armin tuning his blue Stratocaster guitar on his lap by all his other equipment.

As Armin was focused on that, Eren unplugged the amp and small speaker that was connected to his guitar, making Armin lift up his head to Eren with a puzzled expression.

"Hey? Why'd you do that?" Armin questioned Eren as he watched him taking out his larger speakers from his closet. Eren connected the cord into Armin's guitar, and into his one also.

"My neighbor actually liked our tunes, that's why she stopped by to compliment us about it. She couldn't stay to watch, so she asked if we could play louder." The stupid lie easily slipped out of Eren's lips.

Armin wasn't dumb, but Eren wasn't that bad of a liar. In fact, you could say Eren could be a well known actor with all the lies he could tell.

"Really!? She's so sweet! Okay then, let's start back from the top." Armin was happy, he loved what you said about their music, even though you never said any of it. Eren was trying so hard not to burst out into laughter in front of Armin.

Eren didn't really think Armin would've believed him, but now that he had everything set, Eren could now play his music twice as loud. To annoy the living shit out of you once again.

𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲.....

"YEAGER!!"

-

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴,

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵

You looked like absolute shit at school because of Eren's little act last night. You had huge bags under your eyes from not getting one ounce of sleep.

During 1st period, Mr. Ackerman's class, you would catch Eren constantly tilting his head slightly towards you at the front of the class with the corners of his lips curled up.

He found your face amusing, especially when you would catch him staring, and then return a glower at him. Something about you looking frustrated, turned Eren on. He liked it.

I can't even keep my eyes open. Mr. Ackerman looked blurry in your vision as you tried not to snooze off during his lecture. Your chin was resting on your palm, and your face would repeatedly fall off your hand.

I'm... just... gonna take a quick na—

"Y/n. Are you taking a nap while I'm lecturing?" A stern smoky voice asked you as everyone in the class rotated their heads back to see the sight of you, who was continuing to catch Z's. You were half awake, but mostly dead asleep with your cheek squished on your desk.

"Yeah, and what if I am? Are you going to... punish me?" You didn't realize you mumbled your thoughts out loud as you were dozing off. Until you heard the whole class explode in laughter from your absurd comment to Mr. Ackerman.

Why am I hearing laughter?

Eren threw a crumpled paper ball smack dab on the side of your head, making you jolt your head back up in reaction. You instantly then see Mr. Ackerman glaring at you with his arms folded in front of the class as you wiped the drool off your face.

You nervously chuckled, about to mouth your apologies, but Mr. Ackerman brushed it off. He ignored you, and continued with the rest of the lecture which made you confused, yet gratified.

Yup. definitely his favorite.

You hovered your eyes to the left at Eren, and his face clearly showed that he was disappointed that Mr. Ackerman didn't acknowledge your behavior. Which made you smirk and arch a brow like a devious child.

-

After your embarrassing class period, you walked over to your locker to stuff a couple of textbooks and extra emergency clothing inside of it. As you were doing that, you were trying to erase the humiliating deed you pulled last period out of your mind. Ugh.

"Hey, who's the new girl." Reiner spotted you at your locker across the hallway as he questioned Connie beside him. Connie was also glancing at you as you were fixing your hair while you gazed at your reflection in the small mirror on your locker door.

"Oh, I dunno. I think horse-face has a thing with her. I mean, that's what he told me. Pretty sure the dumbass was lying though, but she's pretty hot." Connie shrugged as he spoke about you to Reiner.

"Mhm. She is, Isn't she?" Reiner patted Connie's back, and walked over towards your direction with a smirk plastered on his face. He wanted you, and he wanted to make it clear to everyone that he called first dibs on you.

"Hey, new girl." A deep raspy voice startled you as you were fixing your makeup, which made you shut your locker to see the face of another handsome blonde appearing in front of you.

Oh damn, he's cute.

"What's up? My name isn't new girl by the way haha, it's Y/n." You sharply said, making the blonde grin.

"Y/n... I like it. I just wanted to let you know I'm having a party tonight, invites are exclusive." He told you as his buff body leaned onto the locker beside him.

"Oh? Exclusive huh." You raised a brow.

"Yup, I want you to come. I'll help you...make new friends." He tried giving you motivation to go, which worked. You were intrigued, and were trying to hold your excitement in.

AHHH. A PARTY? OMG. Keep calm. Play it cool.

"Cool. I'll try to make it." You approved of his request as you scanned his body, then up at his self-satisfied grin. You knew he was trying to hit on you.

Eren was watching everything from a distance, watching you and Reiner going at it. Giggling, flirting, Reiner making you laugh. It made him suspicious, envious, he didn't like you, but he didn't like you with him either.

Jean came out of the boy's locker room after a quick shower, drying his locks with a small white towel. He was about to drop by his other locker, until his eyes caught Eren staring at you from afar.

Jean's pupils bounce from Eren, to you and Reiner. He scanned the situation for a moment, and ambled towards Eren. Jean also felt resentful, he didn't like the sight of you talking with Reiner.

"The hell is Braun doing?" Eren spoke out loud, as he then felt a hand touch his broad shoulders.

"Stealing her away from us." Jean answers Eren with a deep sigh.

Eren furrowed his brows and turned his head over to the side to see Jean next him. He rolled his eyes, and smacked Jeans hand off of his shoulders, making Jean chuckle from the sight of his anger.

"Who said we're going to share her?"

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𝗧𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼?

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆?

Next on Complicated- A new friend caught you by surprise. A party which you'll never forget... since you wake up on a stranger's bed.

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COMPLICATED — S1-E1: PILOT

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Fem! Reader x Jean Kirstein

Word count: 4.8k

Series Summary: Two boys, opposites you could say with a troubled past, fall for the same girl. You to be precise, but one falls head over heels at first sight, and as for the other, won't dare to admit his feelings. With the first guy, you had a not-so-welcoming encounter with. And well, the same goes for the other play boy as well. Are you a competition to them? Maybe. Will you fall for one, or both? Definitely. But how will everything play out in the end?

Content warning: sexual harassment

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𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗦𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 6𝘁𝗵

Paridis, Washington. Your new home.

Your life is about to change, drastically.

…

You recently moved from a big city in California, to a small city in Washington. It was mostly green and muggy, raining twenty-four-seven. It's hardly been a month since you moved with your father and little brother, back into your grandmother's home.

You missed the feeling of living in the city though. Paradis was a huge change for you and everything over on this side, looked old and nowhere near modern like how L.A. did. Buildings and homes were built in wooden architecture, with masses of forests surrounding everything.

It had a rustic feel to it, but you could get used to everything, right?

"Dad, we're in... Paradis." You said, scoffing at your father in front of you. The both of you were conversing in the living room about the same topic you would always bring up a few times everyday, even after it being a couple of weeks since you moved. You wouldn't stop yapping about it.

"C'mon now, again with this? It's not that small of a town." He sighed, patting your back as he walked towards the kitchen.

Carl kneeled, checking inside the fridge to see if there was any food in there. You rolled your eyes in annoyance with your arms folded across your chest.

You continued to observe your father lifting his head back up in dissatisfaction, after seeing the sight of nothing but old vegetables and drinks in the refrigerator.

"Really? We used to live in Los Angeles. I bet the people here drive tractors to school." You groaned as you sunk back onto the couch behind you, tilting your head up to the blank ceiling. Carl chuckled from your irritation, but you didn't find anything amusing at all.

"Go ahead, laugh at my misery." You said, harshly gazing at Carl narrow eyed from the couch. He exhaled and shook his head with his hands set on his hips, glancing over at you bleakly.

"Y/n. This isn't just your average small town. A lot of entrepreneurs settled here years ago to develop this place. This town it's... it's special." Carl said, shrugging with a frown. You listened, but still weren't convinced.

"Trust me, I grew up here and I loved it." Your father continued. You gripped the edge of the couch and slightly leaned forward, turning your head over to him with your brows furrowed.

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?" You snorted, making him click his tongue while he shook his head 'no.'

"Andddd are you done being her therapist?"

You shift your eyes from Carl, to the annoying little teenager who spoke beside him. It was Noah, your little brother. He's fourteen, and has a talent for annoying you.

You've been stuck with him for a while, but after senior year passes by, oh how you'll definitely not miss the brat. Well...maybe a little.

"What do you want Noah." You grunted, reclining back on the couch comfortably with your eyelids closed, running your fingers through your hair.

Noah's stomach then started to make volcanic noises, which caused your gentle lids to open back up from the horrid sounds.

"WOMAN, what do you think I want? I'm clearly starving over here!" He exclaimed with his eyes bulged out to you. The boy was really hangry, but you just rolled your eyes and sighed from his outburst.

"Well, I've been craving a burger from the diner ever since we got here." Carl suggested. You ignored their presence, and continued to rest your head on the sofa rim with your eyes shut.

"COOL. Y/n, go get us some food." Noah demanded, walking towards you as you rested peacefully on the couch. He then poked your head to wake up. You smacked his index finger away, which made him rub it to ease the pain you gave.

"Why me?? I'm not your slave." You replied, glaring up at Noah's face.

"I need to finish unpacking though dear. So I can't." Carl muttered, jolting his shoulders. You held a blank expression, glowering at the both of them.

"Tomorrow's the first day of school." Noah purred with a huge grin carved on his face, which made you wonder what that literally had to do with anything. "So?" You interrogated with your brows knitted.

"I have A LOT to do tonight. First, I have to make myself a fruit smoothie. I think that the moon takes its energy and injects it into the fruit, and then when I eat it....it explodes inside of my body."

What the hell is this kid even saying?

"After that, I need to plan the perfect outfit. Mix-and-matching is NOT an easy task. You see, there's a whole set of art and science involved. Then I will prep myself by applying a mask."

God, when will he shut up?

"But not just any mask, a proprietary glycolic and pearl mask....mhm yes. After that, I will use a scrubber infused with beta hydroxy and salicylic acids to gently exfoliate."

You and Carl ogled at him completely baffled from his nonsense, making Noah chuckle from the sight of it.

"And finally......I'll sacrifice a virgin."

"WHAT." You slapped his cheek, and he planted his palm on the sore spot. "HAHAHHA I'm just kidding guys. Well, there's my point loser." He spat in your face. "It's going to be my first day too, you kno-"

"NO ONE CARES. No-bod-y." Noah cut you off with a sarcastic smile, making you want to punch the living shit out of him. But you gave up, you admit defeat.

"Fine, I'll go get the food."

-

You pulled up your black corvette into the diners parking lot. You stepped out of the car, and instantly took in a whiff of the earthy scent after it rains. The crisp cold air was brisk, making you pull in your brown coat tighter for warmth. Strands of your hair were fluttering in the wind as you walked up to the colorful neon lit diner.

The inside of the diner was cozy. An aroma of sweet strawberry milkshakes and salty fries. The diner was so nostalgic, retro-style at its best. It's interior looked like the ones you would see in those throwback movies like Grease. You slowly inhaled, taking in the beautiful sight and smell.

"Good evening, what can I get you today?" The waiter asked politely as you stood by the long sit-down counter. "Hi, I'm actually here to pick up an order for the name with, Y/n." You grinned, the waiter nodded.

"Okay, you can go on ahead and take a seat while I go check on your order." You replied with a smile and a nod, and walked away to the corner booth.

The corner booths were always your favorite. Away from people, all secluded. Sitting alone looking out at the water droplets scattered around the window was what you loved the most.

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You were sipping on a vanilla shake as you waited by yourself, your eyes were scanning each person sitting at the other booths. It was quiet, just a few chatter in the air. Your set of eyes continued to glance around until they stopped, and fixated on one single human.

Who....is he? that guy is gorgeous.

A tight white collared shirt complimented his physique, showing off his slim, but toned body. He was clearly around your age, he couldn't be older than 18.

His light ash brown hair was perfectly grown out into a mullet, and he had a little stubble on his chin with a jawline that could kill. You were the biggest simp for men like him.

You gazed into those dreamy eyes of his. Fuck he looks like he just walked out of every girl's dream. He wasn't that far from you, just a few booths diagonal from yours.

You switched your gaze from him, to the pretty blonde sitting beside the guy. Which made you wonder if that was his girlfriend. The thought made you glum. They both literally looked like runway models, that one perfect high school couple.

Maybe he goes to my school? It was hard to keep your eyes off of a face like his.

…

"You guys haven't spoken in two years, you can't just show up and be a dick." Historia noted, picking at her fries out in front of her. Jean held an expressionless stare at her.

"Can you make it any more obvious that you're on his side?" He bleated, running one of his huge veiny hands through his locks.

"What? I want you both to get along." She raised her head back at him with her palms up in defense. Jean sighed and positioned his arms crossed behind his head, making his biceps pop out. His face now looking forward into the distance. You still were eyeing the both of them.

He looks so uninterested in the conversation.

His brown pupils began to scan the room...After a moment, his eyes stopped searching. He was focused on one person, one girl in particular, and it was you.

He catches you ogling at him in the corner booth.

He returns the favor by staring back at you, almost as if he's studying you. He proceeds to examine every feature of you, starting from your eyes, then steadily down at your breasts, lastly at your legs beneath the table, but you immediately cross them. Which made him devilishly smirk from your quick action.

Fuck, what do I do? The man caught you off guard, but then you quickly reached for your phone next to your milkshake, pretending to scroll through your text messages. Haha, I have so many texts to answer!! I'm so popular...

You had zero new messages though.

After a whole minute, you decided to peek up from your phone, back at him again....AND HE WAS STILL STARING AT YOU. You did look good tonight, so you weren't surprised... but he really couldn't take his sight off your presence.

Then his eyes and yours locked, making the corner of his lips curl up.

…

"Jean, have you been listening to anything I've been saying? Hello??" The blonde waved her hand in front of Jean's face to catch his attention back. He licked his lips then directed his consciousness to Historia, but not fully.

"Uhh, did you say something about leaving?" Jean placed his elbow on the table with his cheek resting on his palm, glancing towards Historia with a vacant look.

"Can you at least try to get along with him?" She begged, but Jean just laughed hysterically from her question.

"No." He stubbornly muttered, making Historia sigh, exasperated from him.

"Jean, I'm serious. You were like a brother to him." She spoke with a frown, Historia was trying her best to make Jean understand, but he didn't give two shits about the situation.

"And you're his best friend. Which means you're programmed to defend him." He shrugged, Historia slammed both of her hands on her head in frustration.

"Because none of this is his fault, it's yours!" She exploded, and you watched the whole ordeal unfold with your eyes widened. Maybe he's breaking up with her...? You kept on making wild guesses in your mind.

𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃- It's literally none of her business...

"Get out." Jean demanded sternly with his arms folded on his chest. Historia was puzzled from his request.

"Excuse me? Jean you literally have no manners." She rolled her eyes and chewed on a fry, ignoring him beside her.

"Okay? Get out, please." Jean was assertive this time, but Historia ignored him yet again. She was just glancing down at her food and not up towards him which made Jean irritated.

"Fine. I'll leave." He scooted to the edge of the booth and got up, wiping the dust off of his jeans a little before he started to walk towards your direction.

Wait. Is he walking towards me?

Your eyes were stuck on him as he approached your table and scooted himself besides you. He was facing forward though at first, his thumb rubbing his fleshly lips for a second while his other long arm was laying on the rim of the booth, over and around your shoulders. His legs were wide open under the table and you shamefully peered down at his crotch-

"So, you window shopping or are you gonna take me home?" The man rolled his head over at you, and spoke in a sly tone.

You swiftly raised your pupils back at him before he caught you looking at something you weren't supposed to be looking at.

His smug smile was irritatingly contagious, any girl would have fallen for it. Your eyes flickered a little as you arched a brow from his clever line.

"What makes you think I wanna take you home?" You said, scooching back a little because you were a little too close to the intimidating man. He chuckled and whispered 'ouch' from your straight forward comment, taking it at heart.

"I felt a set of eyes stalking me, and they happened to be yours. I'm definitely not complaining though." He told you, making your cheeks instantly heat up.

You knew he caught you shamefully peeking at him, but to think he would actually approach you, caught you by surprise a bit.

"How about we... get out of here and play a little game?" He said with a deep alluring tone that made your heart skip a beat. You felt your breath hitch for a moment before he started to lean towards you.

Your back was now against the soft backrest of the seat, while his hand slowly crept up your inner thigh.

He stopped the movement of his fingers soothing your flesh before he ended up reaching at something that was private to your body, and then he leaned towards your ear. His touch made your skin tingle.

"Naked." He lightly murmured in your ear, his hot breath crazed your shell blissfully.

Woah, woah, woah. Douche alert. This is not what I wanted. You found your composure back and read the situation that was exactly happening to you.

A man trying to seduce you? When he literally just met you seconds ago? Yup, you immediately knew the guy was a player.

"Yeah, have fun playing by yourself." You gently pushed his chest away from yours with your head turned away from him, and scampered off the booth.

You weren't easy or stupid, you knew where you stood. You gave him one last dirty look with a scoff and strutted towards the sit-down counter in the front.

"Wait a minute...did that girl just reject me?" Jean was dumbfounded. You left the man speechless. Words couldn't come across his lips from your rejection.

He watched the back of you walking away from the awkward situation. While Historia on the other hand, was giggling from Jean's embarrassment tables away.

"What an asshole… A pretty attractive asshole.” You really misjudged the fetching stranger. It was too bad his words weren't as attractive like that face of his. You sighed, still waiting on your order.

"Ma'am. I'm sorry, but your card got blocked."

The waiter scratched his head while his other hand held your credit card. You scrunch your eyebrows, bothered by the inconvenience.

"What?! Why didn't you just say anything before FIRST-"

You suddenly then felt a big hand lightly pressing on your shoulders. You push your eyebrows together as you turned around to see the culprit himself. The tall figure standing behind you with a coy smirk. And....Why is he here?

"Yikes, that's no way to treat my staff." He prattled with a half smile.

"YOUR staff?" You said wide eyed, not expecting that all, which made you sheepish.

"I'm Jean," he smirked with a head tilt. "Cal, don't charge this one please...This is my mom's diner by the way." The stranger grinned showing his pearly white teeth.

Of course it is, just my fucking luck. You gave another eye roll towards Jean with your arms folded defensively. Glaring into his eyes which never failed to draw you in.

"You look like you like being in control." He placed his hand on the table beside him as he leaned down towards your lips.

"How about you pay me back with a date?" He slyly asked, trying to intrigue you. But you didn't fall for his devious ways.

I hate men...

You had one last move up your sleeve that you knew would shut him up.

He needs a reality check.

"Next time, why don't you put your money where your mouth is?" You slapped his face abruptly, instantly making the side of his cheek crimson.

You saw him adjusting his jaw from your hit. Then you snatched the credit card out of the waiter's fingers, and stormed out the entrance. Not looking back at the either of them whatsoever.

"Anddd I didn't even get the one thing I came for."

-

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻.

You wore something casual, even though it was your first day at your new school. Dark washed jeans with a fitted white full sleeved crop top. It had your favorite band labeled on the front of the cloth,

The Sex Pistols.

You quickly did your hair, and added some eyeliner and mascara to finish off your look before you slipped on your WHITE air force's, and grabbed your backpack to head out into your living room.

Noah had already taken the bus because he actually woke up early unlike you. So you decided to skip on breakfast, and gave a quick peck on Carl's cheek.

Then you hurried straight into your garage and started your engine to your car. A new beginning was about to start for you.

I really hope the guy from last night doesn't go to Paradis high. Although, if he does, it won't be the end of the world. I'm pretty sure I can take him on haha.

Your life seems pretty easy right? But that's all about to change. Because of him.

-

8:30 𝗔𝗠. 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵.

You barely made it on time to class. Walking in Mr. Ackerman's room right when the bell rang, and sat at the empty seat in the back of the classroom. You felt a few stares coming at you since you were the new face in the grade, but you didn't mind it. In fact, you kind of liked it.

Your eyes searched the back of every student's head around the room, trying to find a certain guy with a mullet. Luckily, the man you were thinking of wasn't anywhere to be found.

You crossed your right leg over the left and comfortably leaned back on your seat with ease as you stared at the hot jet black haired teacher who just entered the classroom. I see this class will actually be interesting...

"Good morning, seniors." Mr. Ackerman fixed his paperwork on his desk before he glanced up at his students with his silver keen eyes.

"I'm Levi Ackerman, but you will address me as Mr. Ackerman only." The man vigorously said, eyeing at each face in the mass of students.

Damn, whatever you say dadd- I mean, Mr. Ackerman. You already had a fat crush on your own teacher.

{Optional| 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴- 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗡𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱: 𝗟𝘂𝗿𝗸}

"I'd like to start off with-"

Mr. Ackerman was interrupted by someone entering his class late. You watch everyone in the classroom in confusion since most of the girls had their mouth wide open and even some boys too. You then drifted your eyes to see who caused the whole classroom to be all goggle-eyed.

There's no fucking way- no. Why is he here????

Never in a million years you would've guessed to see the one particular guy entering your classroom. Why here of all places?? God really hates me, huh.

There were only three things you hated in this world: A) Cheaters, B) Fortnite, and last but not least, Eren Yeager.

But guess what? He feels the same way about you. Ever since that horrible summer encounter, the hatred feeling was mutual between you and him.

"Well, looks like he's back." A girl said beside you with a sigh. "Did you hear about what happened to his mother?" Another person gossiped with the other. "Yeah... it's such a tragedy," She shrugged.

You overheard them and were wondering what they were exactly talking about before you gazed at Eren once more.

He was still standing in front of the classroom with an apathetic bland look on his face. His heavy lidded eyes were slightly red tinted. One of his muscular arms were slipped into his pant pockets, while the other held a coffee cup.

His plain black tee hugged his toned torso perfectly. Anyone could clearly see his perfect 8 pack beneath the slightly see through cloth. His ripped black jeans complimented his long legs, not too tight nor loose or baggy.

Your eyes then staggered up to his full tattoo sleeve on his left arm, then up at his chiseled face. He had piercing jade eyes that could make any girl fall for him with one glance. His dark, brunette hair was up in his usual messy bun like how you remembered. His left ear had a dangling silver cross earring, and his neck draped with a gold key necklace.

You also noticed the polished silver rings he had on most of his fingers that held his coffee cup, he sipped on the drink as you continued to stare at him, while slouching on your seat to try not to get noticed.

"You're late, Yeager. Have a seat." The teacher sternly spoke to Eren, he just tilted his head up as an answer.

"Eren, c'mon over here!" a blonde hollered to Eren, making him walk towards her to sit by her.

That's the girl from last night....She was at the diner with Jean. My life is over if he sees me, fuck.

He fortunately didn't look at anyone near him when he sat at the column of desks to the left. The seat right at the front of the classroom.

"Eren, no drinks in my class." Eren stopped gulping on his coffee from the teacher's command, leisurely getting off his seat to throw the drink away.

He proceeded to walk towards the trash bin, with the drink in his hand. To think he would actually obey the teacher was surprising, but you thought wrong.

Eren also decided to pick up Mr. Ackerman's drink from his desk, and deposit it into the trash bin with his cup also. Everyone gasped from his child's play, your mouth opened and closed many times like a fish in aw.

You couldn't believe what you just witnessed, he literally threw away MR. ACKERMAN'S drink because of his stubbornness. You thought you'd never have to see Eren again, but man were you wrong.

Before chaos was about to abrupt in the classroom because of Eren's idiotic choices, you couldn't risk Eren seeing you. So in all the chattering and babbling, you snuck out the classroom without Mr. Ackerman catching you. Since his attention was obviously only at the dumbass. Boy, BYE.

-

Your first day went by pretty quick, and you managed to avoid Eren at all costs. No like, literally with your life. Your stomach was basically calling to you to munch down on a snack, so you ended up walking over to a cafe across the campus.

You placed an order of a grilled chicken sandwich with a latte, and waited on your order as you leaned on a table inside the cafe.

I should post a selfie. You were feeling yourself like always, so you opened your Snapchat camera, and glanced down to see your fatass double chin on the reflection of your phone screen at that low angle. Gross. Never mind, I really thought.

"I'd like a tall espresso."

"Coming right up, sir."

Wait....that voice, I recognize it. Oh no, here we go.

The one person you were trying your very best to avoid the whole day, you eventually ended up seeing after all, and at the front of the register. You didn't have enough time to conceal yourself or try to at least go to the bathroom to hide from him.

Eren was whistling by the register, his fingers tapping on the counter top making a beat. Then his wandering eyes decided to turn back, in your direction. He found you, and his smile instantly faded away the moment he saw you.

Shit, I think he saw me. Okay just... just play it off.

You quickly jerked your head away from his sight and went on your phone as a distraction, praying he wouldn't come towards you.

Well, your prayers weren't answered sadly. Eren furrowed his brows and gave no hint of faltering and drawing back. He walked straight ahead towards you without hesitation.

A faint smell of expensive cologne came through your nostrils. You had a love hate relationship with the scent, it gave you a flashback to something that had happened not too long ago.

You knew he was coming towards you, but you didn't want to turn to see. You gulped down your saliva nervously.

On the spur of the moment, someone grabbed your shoulder, startling you and tugging it to face them.

There he was standing before you, Eren Yeager. He scoffed as he devoured your agitation.

"You." He sneered, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as his shallow green eyes blazed into yours.

Ah, fuck.

"Me....." You trailed off, bringing your palms up in defense, while he raised a brow boldly.

"You're that freak from the party." He told you in a deep low pitch, his words digged into your skin.

Freak??

"What the hell did you just call me?" You choked, he really had the audacity to say that to your face, but who were you to even be surprised? He laughed dryly from your flustering.

"I think you should leave. Last time I checked, this cafe doesn't serve pigs." You shot back, arching a brow. He had no reaction from your comment though. He just gave you another one of his long blank stares.

After a few seconds of deep thought, the corners of his lips lifted into a smirk. Uhh, what is he about to say?

"Then why the fuck are you here?" Eren derided. You slightly parted your lips and broadened your eyes, trying so hard not to be fazed from his quick insult.

You hated his guts. He was so cunning, quick to say shit, and just annoyingly attractive. Tsk.

As you and Eren were throwing glares at each other, you spotted another familiar face in your peripheral vision to the right.

Your attention shifts from Eren to the jerk you met at the diner last night, appearing out of thin air and walking up to the both of you with a half smile.

Not him too...why is he here?

"Well well well. It's been a while, Eren." Dick#2 insinuated to Dick#1. Eren instantly recognized the voice, and turned from you to acknowledge the last person he would ever guess to see.

"What are you doing here? Jean." Eren retaliated.

He looked puzzled yet he had rage growing in his face, which also made you bewildered.

"You guys...know each other?" You asked the both of them. "Oh. Fancy seeing you here, princess." Jean scanned your body and bit his bottom lip. Mother-fucker....

"When have you met this chick?" Eren questioned in between you and the other pretty idiot.

"Oh, Y/n and I go wayyy back." Jean foxily lied between his lips.

We literally met last night...but okay I guess.

Jean eyed Eren with a smirk, and Eren returned an eye roll back at Jean. It was like they were having a reunion or some shit, and you didn't want to be a part of it. You felt the tension seething between the two boys.

"Okay, I'm lost. How do you guys...exactly know each other?"

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It seems like the two boys have some catching up to do. Wait…. Why do you hate Eren?

Next on Complicated- A flashback to the past. An unexpected neighbor takes you by surprise, an invite to a exclusive party may just be what you need.

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COMPLICATED

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Fem! Reader x Jean Kirstein

genre

⤷ slow burn, love triangle, enemies to lovers, strong angst, suspense & drama, high school/college au, 18+

⤷ this series was inspired by “clothes off” by sai keyhart on episode

content summary

Two boys, opposites you could say with a troubled past, fall for the same girl. You to be precise, but one falls head over heels at first sight, and as for the other, won't dare to admit his feelings. With the first guy, you had a not-so-welcoming encounter with. And well, the same goes for the other play boy as well.

Are you a competition to them? Maybe. Will you fall for one, or both? Definitely. But how will everything play out in the end?

"It's scary being loved. Because life is complicated and all too often it throws you off balance by sending you the right person at the wrong time."

Love, lust, lies and unfortunate events . . .

status

⤷ ongoing

warnings

suggestive language

strong profanity

violence

alcohol, drug usage, & drug abuse

explicit sexual content

(mentions of) sexual harassment

(mentions of) suicide & self harm

death

character visuals

⤷ Eren Yeager

⤷ Jean Kirstein

series masterlist

⤷ S1-E1: Pilot

⤷ S1-E2: Personal Problems

⤷ S1-E3: His Bedroom

⤷ S1-E4: Woof Woof

⤷ S1-E5: Two Men On A Mission

⤷ S1-E6: Love is a bitch

⤷ S1-E7: The Lacrosse Captain

⤷ S1-E8: Two Sets Of Lips Part 1

⤷ S1-E9: Two Sets Of Lips Part 2

⤷ S1-E10: It’s The Purge Motherfuckers

⤷ S1-E11: Daddy Issues

⤷ S1-E12: Anonymous

⤷ S1-E13: Daredevil

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About me

- Preferable name: ZZ

- Pronouns: She/Her

- Sign: Gemini

- Sexuality: Bisexual

- Fav Color: Black

- Obsessions: Harry styles, ZAYN, The neighborhood, Eren Yeager ofc, Itachi Uchiha, the list can go on.

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