Summer In Trost (EreJean)

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  1. 1-3 posts per day
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Online Availability
Usually in the evenings and late at night.
Writing Levels
  1. Adept
  2. Advanced
  3. Adaptable
Preferred Character Gender
  1. Male
  2. Female
  3. Nonbinary
  4. No Preferences
Genres
Definitely fantasy, anything with magic, sci-fi, apocalyptic, occasionally modern/slice of life depending on the plot.
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Life works in strange and mysterious ways. Never did Jean think he would be walking into greasy garage to work alongside Jaeger, nor did he ever think that Jaeger would be so kind as to offer him the job to begin with. They’d never been close by any means.. frie.. frienemies? Would be the best way to describe it, a type of rivalry that fizzled out to a pleasant dislike throughout the years. But as Eren dropped out and Jean grew preoccupied, that pleasant dislike turned into an overall tolerance for the other’s existence, and he supposed such a tolerance opened avenues for kindness, and Eren didn’t need to be close with Jean to know what was happening in his life. The Kirschteins quickly became the talk of the town, being one of the only handful of families with real money to throw around, them loosing everything became quite the gossip.

It took a lot of stomped down pride to accept the offer. First, Jean knew nothing about cars. Absolutely nothing. He could put gas in a car, he could change a tire.. that was it. He told Jaeger this about five times, but it wasn’t a fact Eren seemed to be too worried about.
Second, he had to get dirty. Jean didn’t mind working, really, but he was going to be working a dirty job. The type that smeared oil all over his hands and his clothes and everything smelled like oil and.. ugh. Of course Eren worked a job like this, the boy probably welcomed the grime, but Jean did not.
Third, the looming feeling of pity he knew, assumed, Eren was giving him. Why else would he offer him a job if he didn’t pity him and his situation? It killed his pride, but at the end of the day, it was just a job. It could be gifted out of pity, but it was a job he needed, a job that payed decent, and a job that was willing to take him. Far better than a little part time gig at one of the few stores in town, the only problem here was that.. again, Jean knew nothing about cars.

Well, here goes nothing. First day on the new job, first day working with Eren. It was weird, he felt weird, but he was already pulling up into the parking lot and walking around the back of the building like he’d been instructed, to the side door of the garage that only the employees used. He didn’t realize until he stepped into the garage he probably was dressed a little too nicely, cringing as he saw how the workers were already coated in oil and grime from a hard day’s work. With fleeting hope, he prayed Eren had hired him on as a front desk clerk and that he would get to work with the lovely ladies at the front desk - if only he’d get so lucky. Eren had given him little to none information about what to do when he got here, instead, just nervously standing off to the side to stay out of everyone’s way, giving Eren a little wave when he saw the brunette from across the garage. Oh boy. He was in over his head.
 
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