Not A Verstappen: Sibling Rivalry {3}
Pairing: F1 drivers (platonic) x fem!reader
Summary: The rift you have caused comes to a destructive head when summer breaks is over.
Warnings: 18+ only, lots of bad language, crash, injuries, angst
WC: 2.9k
F1 Masterlist
NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three
NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three
Summer Break
“I really fucked up.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, the sound hoarse from all the crying. You were curled up on your side on the couch in Pierre’s apartment in Milan, your head on his lap as his hand ran up and down your arm in comfort. “He’s never going to forgive me.”
“He’s your brother, he’ll forgive you,” he assured you once again. “I’ve said way worse things to my brothers. Maybe this break is exactly what you need, get away from Max for a few weeks, have some space.”
“And Lando, and Charles.” You groaned as you rolled onto your back and stared up at your closest friend. “You have a bear in the cave.”
“Gross, don’t look up my nose,” he said as he pushed you off his lap.
“I can’t help it, it’s the angle,” you laughed as you sat up before sobering. “Have you spoken to them?”
“Lando was heading back to Monaco to spend the holidays with Luisa, and Charles was on his way to the Alps to meet up with Charlotte.”
You sighed at the mention of their girlfriends and Pierre gave you a look of pity that you resented. Pulling your phone out, with the determination to move on from the silly crushes that had developed over the years, you opened the Raya app and shifted closer to him. “Can you help me?”
“Sure,” he said, taking the phone and locking it. “I’m taking you on a road trip.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Ah, but I think it’s what you need.”
Round Fourteen - Netherlands
You reunited with the team for Max’s home race and a sea of orange filled the stands, all cheering for their Lion. You had tried to talk to him when you arrived at the track but you didn’t know what to say to repair the rift you had made. Every time you opened your mouth, nothing came out.
“That one’s for you,” Lance said as he tapped your elbow.
“Huh? What? Yeah, totally,” you rambled trying to recover from zoning out thinking about the three weeks of silence, not only with Max but Lando and Charles too. You had sat beside the Canadian on the sofa, the furthest point from the others and it hadn’t gone unnoticed. “Sorry, what was the question?”
“You look like you enjoyed your vacation with Pierre. It was quite different to how you usually spend your down time.”
“Because I was sober?” you teased. “My liver needed a break, as did my PR team, and it was really quite fun. Exactly what I needed actually and it was great to reconnect with Pierre since he upgraded to Yuki.”
You could feel three sets of eyes on you from the other end but then the conversation was diverted their way and you sagged back into the couch. That was until you heard the news that the holiday had been dubbed ‘break-up season’. Both Spaniards had become single in the first week, Logan and Lando in the second and Charles in the third. It had been quite the shock to their fans.
If Pierre hadn't removed your social media for the break you would have known all of this but instead you had to find out on stage with dozens of cameras capturing the surprise on your face.
The second the interview was over you chased after Lando and finally caught up to him at the McLaren motorhome.
“Hey, can we talk?” You were aware that there were still plenty of cameras around, and it looked like the Netflix crew were scheduled to his team too. “Somewhere private.”
He didn’t exactly look happy at the request but his eyes softened as you quietly begged, “please, Lan?”
“In here,” he sighed, taking his cap off and running a hand through his hair as he opened the door to his room. The door clicked shut behind you and you looked around the small space, the air still humid and smelling like his body wash from the shower he took before the media conference.
“How was your break?” you asked as he sat down on a padded bench, leaving the more comfortable chair for you.
“Could have been better.”
There was a pregnant pause where you both waited for each other to speak. It wasn’t like him to be so short and you thought more would follow but he just stared back at you.
Clearing your throat, you looked down at your hands on your lap. “I, uh, wanted to apologise for what I said to you. You were just being a good friend and I was a complete bitch.”
“You were a bitch,” he stated bluntly before he bit his lip and mouthed a silent, ‘sorry’ and tucked his knee up so he could rest his cheek on it.
You huffed a laugh of agreement. “I’ve heard that once or twice. I’m a work in progress, but I’m trying to change. Can you forgive me?”
His head lifted with a frown, his soft curls falling over his forehead to meet them. “What? No.”
“Oh.” You hadn’t expected everything to go back to how it was but you had thought he would at least accept your apology. Rising from the chair, you started to make your way to the door until you heard the vinyl bench squeak as he followed.
“Wait,” he said as he caught your hand reaching for the handle. “You were right. So there’s nothing to forgive.” He tugged your hand so you turned to face him before he let it slip through his fingers. “I was unhappy, and I probably should have broken up with Luisa a long time ago.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I guess I just didn’t want to be alone again. Which, after you left, I realised is a poor reason to be in a relationship. So I really wasn’t up for offering advice. ” He smiled sheepishly and opened his arms. “Forgive me?”
You stepped into his embrace and buried your head in his neck with a nod. “You were right too.”
“About what?”
“Everything.” You were reluctant to leave the comfort of his arms but there was still one other person to apologise to. “I owe you and Charles for saving my ass. How about dinner at my place on Tuesday?”
“I mean, it was mostly me,” he joked as he puffed his chest up and pushed his shoulders back. “But we can invite him too, I guess.”
“Of course, my hero,” you swooned sarcastically before leaning in and kissed his cheek. “See you next Tuesday. See what I did there?”
“There’s my Spitfire,” he laughed and shook his head. “For a moment I thought you were gone.”
Max’s motorhome was empty when you reached it and so was the garage but his engineer, Calum, was there and said Max had gone to visit family. It hurt more than you expected to hear that you hadn’t been invited, especially since it was Jos’ side of the family that lived in the Netherlands. The side of the family you shared with Max.
That pain followed you as you wandered around the paddock a little lost, signing autographs and stopping for photos with fans on autopilot. You didn’t know where to go, or how to fill the hours until Max returned. Then when he returned you weren’t even sure he would want to see you after what you said.
“Hey, I’ve called out like three times,” Charles said as he suddenly appeared in front of you and frowned at your startled reaction. “Everything alright?”
“Yeah, no, sorry, I’m in a world of my own,” you said as you looked around to see you were outside Ferrari hospitality. “How, uh, how have you been? I meant to call you over the break and thank you for what you and Lando did for me.”
“It’s no problem, but it was mostly me.”
“Funny, he said the exact same thing,” you smirked. “Anyway, as a thank you, you two are coming to my place for dinner on Tuesday. I promise I won’t give you food poisoning, this time.”
“Well, that’s something to look forward to,” he said sarcastically. “But Tuesday works for me. Where were you heading anyway? I thought you would be with Max.”
You couldn’t hide the wince on your face at the mention of your brother and Charles reached out and rubbed your shoulder with a look of concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m fine. I actually need to go do a thing,” you lied as you started to feel the increasingly familiar burn of tears in your eyes.
“Chérie, wait.” Charles made to follow as you backed away but he stopped when you shook your head.
“Fuck,” you swore under your breath as you turned your back and wiped your eyes. It was race week and your emotions were all over the place, it was a recipe for disaster.
Race Day
You threw your phone across the room and watched it bounce off the couch before hitting the floor with a crack. You could worry about the broken screen later, with the race only an hour away and Max still ignoring you there were more pressing things to think about.
You worked through your warm up routine under the watchful eye of your physiotherapist before making your way to the reflex machine. The lights danced across the buttons and you slapped each one with precision until it suddenly clicked off.
“You’re not focused,” Kristian tutted.
“I hit them all,” you argued as you caught the bottle he threw to you and took a drink.
“Reacting out of habit is not the same as responding by reflex. You need to think, then do, not just do.”
You grumbled under your breath about what a load of crap it was but made a show of the next round before he gave up with a sigh. “I’m going to head down to the grid,” you said as you grabbed your helmet and balaclava. “Pierre can help me finish up.”
It was easy to spot Pierre with his PT, his concentration solely on the tennis balls he was focused on catching before they hit the ground.
“Mind if I butt in?” you asked as you took the tennis balls and replaced Ben. “He still won’t talk to me.” You dropped the balls at the same time and he easily swiped them from the air before tossing it back into your palm.
“You can take my spot for the anthem, I think I saw my name next to his on the seating chart.”
“That’s probably not a good idea,” you admitted as you dropped the balls one after another trying to trick him. “I called him a dick, twice.”
One ball bounced along the asphalt when he laughed, missing the easy catch. “That’s the opposite of apologising.”
“I know, he just pissed me off.” You caught sight of the race suit that matched yours and watched him walk on the far side of the grip with Charles. “I don’t like being ignored.”
Pierre grabbed the wayward tennis ball and returned to hold them up over your hands. “You did start that by ignoring him first.”
“I thought we were friends.” You caught the ball he dropped and tossed it at his face. “You’re meant to take my side.”
He caught it before it could connect with his nose and crossed his arms with an amused smirk on his face. “I am your friend, so I will tell it like it is. Go talk to him.”
You narrowed your eyes at him as you stepped away and he nodded encouragingly as you made your way across the home straight.
“Not now,” Max said as soon as you stepped into his field of vision, making Charles look over his shoulder.
“Then when?” you asked. “After the race? Next week? Next year? Should I put my name up for a transfer? Is that what you want?”
“Woah, what's going on?” Charles asked as watched you grow increasingly more upset with each question.
“Nothing, just an inchident,” Max said coldly. “Oma sends her regards and she’s sorry she didn’t get to see you.”
“You didn’t fucking invite me,” you growled as you stepped closer jabbed a finger into his chest.
Max rolled his eyes and schooled his face to one of boredom. “You told me to leave you alone.”
Your hands balled into fists at your side. “You are such a fucking asshole.”
“Hey, hey, that’s enough,” Charles interrupted, pushing himself between you and your brother before you could get disqualified. “Walk with me.”
Charles stepped closer and his hands grabbed your shoulders, turning you around before one hand pressed against the small of your back, urging you to keep moving.
“What’s going on?” he asked as he took a seat against the pitwall and pulled you down beside him. “And don’t say it’s nothing. You haven’t been yourself all week.”
“We had an argument and now he hates me.”
“He doesn’t hate you.” Charles draped an arm over your shoulder and pulled you closer to kiss your temple. “He’s your older brother, he could never hate you. Trust me, there’s nothing Arthur could say that would make me hate him.”
“Arthur’s too nice to say anything mean, but me? I’m a bitch.”
“You’re not a bitch, you’re just passionate.” He let his head fall back against the wall with a chuckle. “I like that about you.”
“You must be the only one.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he murmured quietly and you followed his line of sight to Lando who was making his way over while everyone else started to move to the front of the grid. “Time to go.”
Charles stood up as Lando offered you his hand, pulling you to your feet.
“Try not to get too excited hearing the Dutch anthem,” you grumbled, earning a laugh from both of them as they fell into step either side of you, “again.”
You were driving recklessly, determined to beat Max, but it had meant receiving a black and white flag warning for exceeding the track limits three times. One more violation and you would get a five second penalty, practically handing the win over on a silver platter.
“You need to manage your tires,” Nicholas warned over the radio. “You are pushing them too hard, the degradation rate is exponential. They won’t last to the end of the race unless you slow down and stay between the white lines.”
“I can’t slow down when I have Max with DRS behind me.”
“That’s not the plan. We want a 1-2 finish, it doesn’t matter who leads across the line.”
“It does to me.”
You passed the next DRS detection line and took the corner at speed before hitting the straight and trying to defend your position. Max was right at your bumper, riding the slipstream as he increased speed in preparation to slingshot out and past you.
Only something went wrong.
Instead of going around you, Max’s front wing crashed into the back of your car, lifting your rear wheels off the track and sending you scraping the length of the pit wall while he spun out. Debris hit your helmet as Max’s car slammed into the concrete barriers and carbon fibre splintered apart, raining over you and the track.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you growled into the comms as you pulled your steering console out and unbuckled the harness. You jumped over the side of your car and ran towards Max’s, hurling abuse at him the entire way. “Who’s the spoiled brat now? You just couldn’t let me have the win could you? Dick!”
A pained groan was all you heard from the cockpit and the anger evaporated in an instant as dreaded fear replaced it. You leapt onto the top of the car and reached over the halo, pulling the visor up on Max’s helmet to see a dazed look in his icy blue eyes before they fluttered shut.
“Max, I need you to open your eyes. Look at me, dammit!” you growled as you started to pull his harness open and looked around wildly, wondering when help was coming. “I’m sorry for everything I said. I don’t hate you, okay? I don’t hate you. You’re my big brother and I love you, so you have to stick around and be overprotective and piss me off for a very long time. So open your fucking eyes!”
“Zusje?” he asked after a moment of blinking dumbly. “What happened?”
“You forgave me and said I could borrow your yacht.”
“Bullshit,” he groaned as he pushed his harness off his shoulders and accepted your hand to help him climb out. “I would never let you borrow my yacht.”
A groan wheezed out as his boots hit the ground and you wrapped an arm around his waist to take his weight, holding him steady. “Does that mean you forgive me?”
“Only if I can get a recording of your radio, you actually sounded worried for me,” he said with a laugh before he clutched his ribs. “Ow, fuck.”
“Of course I was worried, asshole. I thought you were hurt.”
“I am hurt,” he pointed out before rapping his knuckles on your helmet. “I love you too, little sis. Even when you say you hate me.”
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speak now
actor!eren x f!reader
**part of my method acting series
songs mentioned: the greatest by lana del ray and speak now by taylor swift! (minor mentions: daylight and forever winter by taylor swift)
an: LIGHTS CAMERA ACTION BITCHES!!!
previous part linked here
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There’s something strange about showing Eren around an elementary school. Or strange about being around Eren at all.
There’s an overarching hunch, a quiet fear that parrots in your mind whenever you’re with him, stuck in those quiet pockets of time that you feel like he can see right through you, that every secret thought ricocheting in your mind is one that he’s entirely cognizant of - and that he hates it for it.
It almost fills you with disgust. How badly you want to be around him all the time, to be able to read him the way you’re positive that he can read you, just so that you can know what he’s thinking.
Is he upset with the way you reacted? Does he know how grateful you are towards him? Is he consoled by the fact that he’s fully forgiven? Does he care?
Does he think about you as much as you think about him?
The elementary school makes it worse. Almost emotional. Because it’s the fact that even though it’s not your school, it’s exactly how you remember it - so nostalgic that it’s nauseating. Though the colors are less vibrant, almost too dull this time around. The desks are comically small, when they used to be so expansive that you could barely reach the front corners.
“Did you ever collect Box-Tops?” you ask Eren.
He looks at you, face wrinkled in confusion as he shrugs. And the second his eyes lock with yours, you quickly swallow down your gulp of shame - at the lost, almost pinched look in his eyes - as he quickly averts his eyes.
Does he hate you for bringing it up? Does he want to berate you for rubbing in the fact that he had no semblance of a normal childhood?
You take the little jar, the little cardboard slips secured in the glass, as you hold it up to him.
“These are Box-Tops. They’re usually on the top of cereal boxes and granola bars and stuff. You can collect them and bring them to class and whoever gets the most in your grade usually gets a pizza party. It’s a charity-type thing where they get more funds for things like arts programs at your school by turning them into the foundation.” you murmur, placing the little jar in his hands.
“You can’t just…fund the schools properly?” Eren asks, wrinkling his nose.
“Are you crazy, Eren? Why would they ever do that?” you respond, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Eren smiles.
“Figures. D’you ever win?”
“Win what?”
“The pizza party.”
“Oh, maybe once or twice. They usually only buy two pizzas so you get a comically small slice so that it’s enough to go around for everyone. And I had Falco and Colt to share with - we had to split all the Box Tops we collected evenly between the three of us so I always felt lame turning like three or four in.” you state.
Does he think your complaint is stupid? That you should be grateful that you even got to experience it in the first place?
“What if there was an even number?”
“Rock paper scissors. Then Falco started crying when he lost, so we ended up giving it to him anyway.” you state.
“Very on brand.”
Eren smiles - brightly this time - as he sets the jar back onto the top of the filing cabinets and the two of you continue to awkwardly pace around the room. Eren’s overwhelmed with the memory - of Falco sobbing at his first Canadian Christmas when he was asked what he was thankful for - and the consistency makes him warm.
There’s something unsettling about the room - about how foreign it is to him. There’s a weird echo panging in Eren’s chest, somewhat caused by how longingly you seem to be looking at every little detail of the room. Running your hand over the hardwood desks, picking up the box of crayons, almost frowning at the pictures.
The thoughts that run through Eren’s mind are almost paralyzing, that he can barely keep his beating heart collected in his chest, and more awkwardly, that you know and are choosing to ignore it for civility sake.
Are you going to leave him when the show ends? Would you have left him if you lived a different life too?
Are you never going to end up together?
“Did you ever see Falco and Colt? When you were at school? S’that like a thing that happened?” Eren asks, poking around each of the little flyers on the bulletin board.
“Ah. Not really. Though sometimes when I was going to art class and Falco was going to computers or something, we’d kind of pass each other. We’d always be really excited to see each other. When we saw Colt, he always pretended like he didn’t even know who we were.” you state.
Eren can't stop the thoughts.
Do you hate him for bringing up a life that was robbed from you? The security of a school, of a quiet life because he selfishly picked you to be at his side?
Eren hums in response, as you head over to the last wall - the one left untouched by your inspecting eyes - as you fight the urge to smile. There’s little pictures of each of the students, Teddy right towards the top with a big toothy smile on his face. You point it out to Eren as you catch it before him, memorizing the soft look that spreads over his face when he finally catches light of it.
“You ever see Zeke?” you ask.
“Well, we technically watched a movie with him in it? So, that counts?” Eren shrugs.
“That’s right. Having your own parents and your brother as your source material must be so crazy.”
The thought that follows your comment nauseates Eren.
Are you trying to point out how different you are, so much so that you’ll never be able to be together?
“I can imagine exactly how you would be in elementary school.” Eren states, slinging his arm around your shoulder and bringing his face nearly flush with yours.
“Oh yeah?” you ask.
“You’d be like…this girl.”
You inspect the picture, rolling your eyes at the cop-out answer. Each of the little pictures is labeled with their hobbies or their interests, and naturally, Eren’s picked the girl who says she wants to be a songwriter.
“You’re funny.” you respond, sarcastically.
“S’nothing funny about it.” Eren responds.
“You’d be like…this one. He seems like the type of kid who would pull on a girl's pigtails, which according to Mikasa, is something that you actually did.”
Eren’s going to kill Jean.
“That’s just how you get a girl's attention.” Eren responds.
“Is that right? Had something you wanted to tell Mikasa really badly?” you smile.
Eren’s almost embarrassed that you know. That he feels the need to defend himself, to prove his devotion to you even though there would be no reason for him to do that.
“Ugh. Who told you?” Eren asks.
You can’t help but laugh.
“I can’t remember. Maybe Jean?”
“It was two days!” Eren whines.
You’re not sure how the topic came up, but Jean humbled you very fast when you claimed that you were the first person that Eren ever liked. Apparently you weren’t because Eren had sported a two day crush on Mikasa when they were younger, before he ever met you, which left you embarrassed - but also ready to tease him to oblivion.
“Eremika…” you state.
Eren clamps his hand over your mouth, as you quickly shove him off.
“Shut up.” Eren states.
“It’s funny! Mikasa’s getting married and you’re stuck at a five-year old’s piano concert. With seats all the way in the back, mind you.”
Eren rolls his eyes, as he leans back and sits on top of one of the desks. You follow suit, ignoring the little creak, as your legs swing over the top of the desk.
“What was your signature move in elementary school for the boys?”
“Was I supposed to have game as a seven year old?”
Eren scoffs.
“Well, we can’t all be talented.” Eren teases.
“I hardly qualify hair pulling as a game. That’s an annoying way to get attention.”
Eren smiles, leaning forward and curling his hands around a lock of your hair, before he lightly tugs. His face is so close to yours that you can make out the tiniest wrinkles in his skin, marked around his eyes.
“Annoyed?” Eren teases, his voice barely a whisper.
You shake your head, ever so slightly. A jarring movement feels too loud, like he’ll move away at the smallest of breaths, like a deer in the woods.
“Down to my very core.” you respond.
Eren smiles, the wrinkles even more pronounced, as you almost lean your forehead against his, skin ghosting each others. The thoughts are racing at this point, so fast that Eren can barely feel his breaths.
Is he ever going to be in love with someone who isn’t you?
“I feel the need to clarify. It was two days.” Eren states.
“Two days of hopeless pining.”
“Nothing compared to the three years of it that I did with you.”
You roll your eyes, cheeks burning.
He knows. It's written all over your face.
“Nothing compares to a puppy-love childhood crush.” you state.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I get the whole innocence of the puppy-love thing, but nothing pales comparison to the intensity of a teenage dream.” Eren states.
Eren watches your eyes waver and feels his throat constrict.
You know. It's written all over his face.
Thankfully for him, and less so for you, Sukuna ruins the movement. His shouting from the doorway breaks that quiet bubble, quickly pulling you both farther away from each other.
“What the hell are you guys doing? It’s starting in five minutes.”
--
You and Eren settle into your seats at the back, right by the door, as the lights dim in the little auditorium. They’re a warm golden, the smell of fresh paint tickling your nostrils.
Sitting all the way in the back has you and Eren weaving your heads around all the people crowded in front of you, the tiny cell phone lights illuminating each row.
You catch sight of Lana and Sukuna are aggressively gesturing at Teddy on the stage from their cushy seats in the front row at your left - Sukuna trying to get him to smile for a picture while Lana tries to signal to him to fix his untied shoelaces. The coddling makes your heart burn.
Eren digs into his coat pocket and pulls out a little camcorder that he hands to you.
“For?” you ask.
“Can you record it for me? I just…want to watch him in real time.”
You smile.
“Of course, I can.” you murmur, taking the little camera from him and flipping it open in your hands.
“Don’t record the other kids. I don’t give a fuck.” Eren states.
“Who knew you felt so passionately about kindergarten piano concert etiquette?” you jeer.
“You would be shocked. Lana’s basically out of storage by the time she gets to Teddy.” Eren groans.
You roll your eyes.
“I think it’s sweet.”
Eren wonders if there’s anything you can’t find the good in. His wavering suspicion is that it’s him - that you’re the worst thing he’s ever seen. So tainted that there’s barely any semblance of light left in him.
Eren’s hanging onto the end of your words, wanting to hear the spiral of thoughts running through your mind. Your affinity to look towards the positive, to soak up all the good, to point out all the love in the room - it was something he found himself chasing even though he knew he was barely half deserving of it.
“I just mean…when I was younger, my mom would tell me that my friend’s mom recorded me singing too and then sent it to her. And I was always really touched that they saw me and didn’t think god, it’s another kid I have to sit through. Like no, that’s Y/N! That’s my daughter’s friend.”
Eren deflates. He figures that it comes so naturally for you - seeing the good - because he thinks the law of attraction is real; that like attracts like, that people find what’s similar to them. And that he always seems to be the antithesis to it.
He’s always the exception to your rule.
“And some parents are late. They’re running here from work, or…or they were late because they had another kid to take care of first and…and it still makes the kid feel special, even if they don’t know it.” you whisper.
You twist the camera around in your hands as Eren gives you a lopsided smile, an underlying sentiment you can’t really place mirrored in his features. You’d memorize his expression just to agonize about it later, in the safe confines of your room, but your train of thought is cut off by a tapping on your shoulder.
It’s a little girl - with dark skin and braided hair - barely the age of seven. Her little legs can’t even reach the tan colored floor, her sparkly purple shoes glittering in the dim light.
“Hi.” she states.
Eren leans over, a cautious arm on the small of your back, as you lean your head closer to hers and whisper.
“Hi. Is something wrong?” you whisper.
“Our dresses are matching colors.” she states.
You look down - the white flowers printed on your dress matching her frilly pleats. It’s an painfully relieving breath, as you give her a smile.
“My name’s Y/N. It’s really nice to meet you.”
“Y/N? Like the pop artist?”
You freeze, freezing cold ice shooting down your spine.
“I wish my mom named me after someone cool. My name’s Grace. It was my grandma’s name.”
You can barely muster out a response, Eren’s fingertips at your side squeezing shaking the shock out of your mind.
“I’m sure your grandma was pretty cool.” you respond, barely registering the words as they leave your lips.
“I mean, yeah. She was old. But no one’s as cool as Y/N L/N.” she responds, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
You can see Eren smiling out of your peripheral vision, giving a polite nod to the parents seated at her side, who’ve now caught onto the fact that their daughter is talking to a complete stranger. Eren’s quick to diffuse the situation, holding out a hand to them.
“I’m Eren. This is Y/N. We’re here for Teddy. Curly blonde hair, big brown eyes?”
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s right. I’m sorry…did you say your name was Y/N?”
You give them a sheepish smile, bringing your hands to the coarse skin above your elbows and pinching.
“That’s right.”
“Our daughter’s a really big fan.” they state.
You smile, looking back down at her dark eyes, this time wide in shock.
“Is that right?” you ask, trying to give her the warmest smile you can.
Her parents lean down closer to her ears, the overwhelming sense of a flowery perfume taking over your senses, as you watch them talk to her, softly.
“Okay. Ask her nicely, okay?” they ask.
Grace gives them an obedient nod, before turning to you and puffing her chest out to you.
“Can I have a hug?”
“Oh. You…you want a hug?”
“Please? It’ll be quick.” she asks, her little voice shrill with a hopeful tone.
There’s a soft sense of elation that spreads through you, your cheeks warm at such an innocent request, as you can barely stop your arms from shaking. You open up your arms to her, as she nearly jumps into your embrace, and you squeeze her little frame as tightly as you can. The smell of strawberries wafts off her hair, accompanied by a soft giggling sound in your ear that nearly brings tears to your eyes.
You look up to find her parents, an awkward pinched smile in their eyes, as you give them a polite smile.
“I promise, I’ll take a picture with her after the show, okay? And if I forget, please come find me and remind me.”
The relief is apparent in their faces - their sickeningly grateful smiles over something as simple as a picture - as you let go and she settles back into the seat next to you.
You have to settle for recording Teddy with one hand, a deathlike grip in the camera, only because Grace refuses to let go of your other hand for the rest of the show.
--
Eren’s surprisingly really good with kids. Or really, not surprisingly at all, because you were finding it hard to identify something that Eren was really bad at. Because even the mistakes he did make were so painfully endearing, so warmly thoughtful that you could barely accost him for it.
He's making jokes with all the kids - participating in their rock paper scissors contests, playing pranks on their parents, and stealing cookies for them when people aren't looking.
You guys are the last ones to leave the school. But it’s only because Eren’s so enthralled with talking to all the passing people - taking pictures, signing napkins, and making phone calls to all their loved ones - that it makes your chest swell.
The narrowed eyes still make you nervous, an underlying feeling of inadequacy - of embarrassment for hiding out for so long - is all but nauseating, something Sukuna picks up on right after Eren.
He lets Lana take the lead on the pictures and mingling with all the parents, apparently something that was Sukuna’s forté, as he keeps his arm linked with yours, backs cold against the cement wall.
“You know, you can go make your rounds with Lana. I don’t want to ruin your son’s piano concert for you.” you state.
“This shit is overrated.”
You smile.
“You’re lying.” you state.
Sukuna looks over at you, brown eyes fixed on yours, as you watch a smile curl on his face. It’s almost boyish - and it’s the first time that you’re acutely aware of the fact that Sukuna’s probably the youngest one here - living a life so vastly different from yours.
“I am lying.” Sukuna states.
“Do you like it here, Sukuna?” you whisper.
“I’m better at this than I was at the whole - award show, celebrity world thing. People here are really easily impressed.”
“Is that right?”
“I handed a woman a lemonade earlier and she said God bless you. Over a fucking lemonade.”
“That’s just basic human decency, sweetheart. Were you raised by wolves?” you ask.
Sukuna scoffs.
“Basically.” he responds.
You hum in response, watching Lana crouch on the ground and press her cheek to Teddy’s as Eren quickly snaps the picture for them.
“Can I ask you a question?” Sukuna asks.
“Is me saying no going to stop you?” you ask.
“Probably not.”
“Proceed.” you respond.
“So, what did you really do for two years? And don’t give me the same shitty bullshit as last time. I want to know what it was that you did.” he responds, tone unrelenting.
You pause, mulling over the question. You knew it would come soon enough, the utter bleakness of it all, but you suppose it's like ripping off a bandaid. That it'll become softer to talk about after you do it so many times.
“It’s not pretty.” you respond.
“I’ve always thought you were really ugly. It’s hardly a difference for me.”
“Lovely. In a world of boys, you really are a gentleman, Sukuna.”
He grins, nursing the glass of lemonade in his hand.
“To be a woman is to perform. Now, tell.” Sukuna responds.
The truth of the matter is that there’s nothing to tell. Because you didn’t do anything.
“I got home from doing the interview and spent the entire week with Falco and Colt. I-I basically didn’t let them leave my side. Falco slept with me at night, Colt basically watched over me like a hawk.”
It’s a crashing plate, worried eyes, and an embarrassingly debilitating loss.
“And then Falco came into my room one day and told me that The Lucky One sold more vinyls than all of my other albums combined, in one week.” you state.
“Non-fluff shit prevails. I’ve been telling you.”
“I didn’t approve of that album being distributed as vinyl. For physical sales - at all. It wasn’t about the money or the records or- or any of that. And when Falco told me, I-”
Sukuna looks over, at the lump in your throat. He knows the feeling too well - the sweaty skin, the heavy tongue, and slips his hand into yours at his side.
“I broke his phone.” you state.
“What?”
“I took it from his hands and I smashed it. Then my own too. That’s partially why I never called you guys. I didn’t exactly memorize your numbers and I wasn’t in a position where I was going to just ask for them back.” you state.
“Not like you would have called anyways.” Sukuna states.
“I only knew Mikasa was having an engagement party because she sent me a physical invitation. Only knew Marco died because of the news. I-I barely knew what any of them were doing when I was gone, still.”
You bite your tongue, the tiniest metallic taste enveloping your mouth, as you pull the now warm, puffed up flesh away from your teeth.
“I knew that if I came back, it would mean I would be sucked back into it. What’s your response going to be, hint at it with this song, come back like this and…I’d rather lock myself in my house then do that again. I love songwriting, but not enough to sacrifice my dignity. I enjoyed my career but it drained the life out of me.”
Sukuna’s lip twitches. You choose to ignore it for the time being.
“I took up different hobbies. Got a sewing machine, made sourdough from scratch, I even learned flower arranging. But, I could tell that I must have seemed like I was off my rocker or something. My parents and my brothers never really left my side, I could tell that they were always worrying about me, and-and I hated that because-”
Sukuna stops you before you get too choked up, now standing in front of you, his back blocking the sight of you from any of the people milling around the courtyard.
“I know that’s a shitty answer. That I should have been doing something worthwhile. But, but- I was fucking tired. I was done doing all this and I can’t exactly…be a functioning member of society or something. I can barely stand here without people giving me a second look or trying to get a discreet picture.” you whisper.
“I just wanted to know. I’m not giving you shit for it.” he whispers.
You frown.
“You aren’t. But maybe you should.”
You look over his shoulder, at Eren squishing Teddy’s cheeks with his fingers as Lana takes a picture of them - far too close to barely even get the two of them in it together.
“He fought for me when I wasn’t even here anymore. I was moping in my house, breaking plates whenever I got frustrated, and he was still moving forward.” you murmur.
Sukuna pauses.
“Y/N. Don’t do that. I need you to be so careful with what the fuck you do after you leave here.”
The sense of urgency in his voice catches you off guard.
“What?”
“Y/N. It won’t happen if you’re careless. You cannot wallow in your own pity about this, I need you to tread lightly, okay?”
“What won’t happen?”
Sukuna glares at you.
“You and him. You could spend years pointing fingers at each other, who didn’t do what. You won’t get him back if you stay there when he’s moved forward.”
“I don’t want him.” you whisper.
You barely believe it when it comes out of your mouth.
“You disgust me, Y/N.” he states.
“You’ve always had such a way with words.”
“And you’ve always had a lack of critical thinking. Why wouldn’t you want him?”
“Why would he want me?”
“He just does. The same way you just do.”
You swallow hard.
“Fine. Be a fucking idiot for all I care. If you do ever knock some sense into that thick fucking skull of yours, just be careful. Eren knows that he has to prove he cares about you for you to come back to him. You need to know that he barely thinks he’s deserving of anything from you, so much so, that he won’t ever make the move.”
Sukuna doesn’t mince his words. You wish he could have you through every important decision of your life just so you wouldn’t stumble and fall as much as you did.
“Eren’s called the shots since you were fifteen. You’re going to have to call all the next ones. And for the love of god, really. I’m so tired of that fucking freeloader showing up whenever he pleases. And you look really ugly when you look sad, so just do it right please.”
You smile.
“Are you insinuating I’m pretty when I don’t look sad?”
“I hope you fall off a bridge and never recover.” Sukuna responds.
--
The sniffling cues Eren onto the fact that you’re crying. The air pressure of the plane is overwhelming in his ears, almost so loud that he misses it, but he counts himself lucky that you’ve always been an obscenely loud crier. He peeks his head over the division over your seats and reaches forward to poke your head.
“Hey. You okay?” he asks.
You give him a meek nod. You know for a fact that he doesn’t believe it for one second.
“Can I come over there for a second? I don’t want to talk from so far away.” Eren asks.
“Isn’t that like…illegal? Two people in one seat.” you murmur.
“This is first class, the seat is basically a bed. And there’s no laws in the air.”
You frown.
“Eren. Laws still exist in the air. They’re just local.”
Eren smiles.
“Well, aren’t you a little genius? Scooch over.”
You shift on the seat, pulling your blanket closer to you as Eren very precariously makes his way over to your seat, the two of you almost cramped in the small space. It’s almost funny how there’s barely any room, your foreheads pressed together from the lack of space.
“Hey.” he whispers.
“Hi.”
“What’s wrong, Margaret?”
You shake your head. His hands are warm on your sides.
“Come on. Tell me. I’m really good at fixing problems.”
“I know.”
Eren can’t place what the tone is in your voice - but it comes out all strained and raspy - that it rubs him the wrong way.
“I didn’t mean it in a bad way.” you clarify.
“Which way do you mean it?” Eren asks.
You sigh.
“I mean. You handled everything considerably well, even if it wasn’t easier for you. You…you waited until I was ready to hear it, until I asked to be told your side of the story. And you put it all together, wrapped in a perfect bow with that documentary, and then took me to see Lana and Sukuna too because you knew I’d want to.” you mumble.
“Wrapped in a ribbon. Who the fuck calls it a bow?”
You roll your eyes, earning you a laugh from Eren that’s so loud it makes you laugh too. You reach forward to clamp your fingers over his mouth, muffling the loud sound, as you shush him loudly.
Eren pauses.
“I’m glad it worked. And I had a lot of time to think. You don’t have as much, but…we’ll help you. With whatever you want to do.” Eren states.
You give him a nod, unsatisfied with the answer.
“What were you thinking?” Eren asks.
You fish out the little slip of your pocket, nearly smushing your face into his in the process, and place the little paper in his hand.
“This is…Satoru Gojo’s phone number?” Eren asks.
“Yeah. I got it from Sukuna.”
“For what purpose?”
You pause.
“I’m going to bury Scott Clarkson into the ground.”
Eren’s caught off by the answer.
“You’re what?”
“What answer were you expecting?”
“I’m not mad at it. I was just thinking more…I want to write music again. I’m not a quitter.”
You frown.
“I thought about that. But it hasn’t exactly worked for me like that. I even tried when I was at the beach but I came up with nothing. But that’s not relevant, I don’t need to write music to end him.”
“I mean, yeah, I guess. But it’s better that way. Using exactly what they tried to take away from you to get back at them.” Eren responds.
You smile.
“You’ll help me?”
Eren rolls his eyes.
“I’m pretty sure I made it clear that I’d do anything for you. Even this. Especially this.”
You smile. You reach forward, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing hard.
“Thank you. And I get what you’re saying about the music, but it just isn’t happening, so we’ll have to think of something else.”
“I have an idea. When we get back to set, okay? I think it’ll help.” Eren states.
You nod.
“Okay. I trust you.” you respond.
The sentiment sends a shiver down Eren’s spine.
“I don’t know how it’ll go. I can’t promise that it’ll work out the way we want it.” Eren clarifies.
You smile.
“I was trusting you to help me get back into songwriting, not into bringing him down. I’m talking about help into being…myself again.”
Eren’s eyes flicker, down to your lips, and then back up to your eyes. You almost swear that you imagined it.
“Do you think I’m different?” you ask.
“Yeah.”
You pale.
“Do you hate me for it?” you ask.
Eren shakes his head.
“I like you better like this.” he whispers.
Eren reaches forward, tucking the loose hairs back behind your ear, before his warm fingers are secured around the nape of your neck. He does it a second time, looks at your lips, and this time you swear the corners of his mouth are twitching too.
“You weren’t very confident when I met you, almost like you didn’t think you were cut out to do this. Unsure of why you even had a place in the room. Then you went so far away from me, worked yourself so hard, that I barely remember you even smiling at any of us anymore. You were angry, then you were heartbroken, and apparently you broke a lot of plates when you weren’t with any of us?”
You roll your eyes.
“I’m going to kill Falco.”
“Colt.” Eren corrects.
You scoff.
“No way. Eren, he kind of hates you.”
“Kind of? Colt was ready to punch me in the face when he first got to set. Rightfully so.” Eren responds.
“It’s actually not rightfully so. He didn’t even know what you did.” you state.
Eren pauses.
“I know. He got here and asked me first thing what it was I did to you. Then he wanted to punch me in the face when I told him.”
You shrug. You can tell that Eren’s waiting for an explanation - green eyes looking at you expectantly as you give him a nod.
“It felt wrong to talk to him about it. Falco knew you a little bit better, but even for him…they would just start bad mouthing you just to make me feel good. But that would just make me feel worse because…I don’t get it. Hating someone just because things went wrong.”
You crack your knuckles.
“It’s like Ricky. I can badmouth him. He was horrible. He’s a bad person and he literally left me out there to rot just to embarrass me. He did it to Lana, to Teddy. You…I just thought you didn’t like me. I couldn’t really fault you for how you felt. And I loved you. I don't get off on talking shit about you when you were my entire world.”
Eren smiles.
“You had every right to badmouth me.”
“But that’s the thing. I just didn’t want to. Even if things ended badly, you still made me really happy. We still did this entire thing together and-”
“We’ll finish it together.”
You smile, giving him a nod.
“You know when you’re in a relationship and you feel like you get to see a different side of that person? Because you’re so close?” Eren asks.
“Yeah.”
“That’s how you came back to us. Feeling close again. A fresh slate, back to what drew us all to you in the first place. So many things in this industry, in this job are so fake. I mean our job is to literally pretend. You are an overwhelmingly genuine person. Even more so now. You are different. We’re all going to love you for it.” Eren states.
For someone who’s so convinced he’s horrible with words, Eren always seems to have the perfect ones for you.
“Will you leave if things go south?” you ask.
“No.”
“Then we can do this. I’m positive.” you state.
“What makes you so sure?”
You squeeze Eren's hand three times.
“I don’t have anything to lose, Eren.”
--
When you get back to set the following morning, you don’t miss Connie very loudly whispering with Eren behind you. You’re positive Jean and Mikasa are eavesdropping just as much as you are, their eyes fixed a little too hard waiting for Eren’s response.
Did you guys kiss?
No, Connie, am I crazy?
It makes your heart sink a little bit, but you ignore it as Eren comes up at your side, giving you a bright smile. He reaches for the little glass jar to your left and gives you a wink before he calls for everyone’s attention.
“First things first, Falco. Good job on press. That was one of the funniest fucking interviews I’ve seen in my life.”
Falco laughs, as you turn your head to the side, pretending to do a little bow as everyone pats him on the back, and you look at Mikasa.
“What did I miss?”
Mikasa smiles, pulling up the video at your side.
“Levi’s direction was to not answer any questions about you. Naturally, that was all they asked about so we all decided to coordinate our answers and basically say that we didn’t know you.” Mikasa states.
“What?”
“It sounds stupid, but it was so funny. Some of them started actually believing it. And Falco took it so far, he started pretending like he wasn’t even related to you.”
Mikasa hands you the phone as you play the video, barely containing your laughter at how stupid the video is. Falco’s so confident in his words, so self-assured that it’s making Gabi burst out into laughter, and obviously messes with the interviewer so bad that they can’t even continue.
It makes you happier than it should - their first experience being so overwhelmingly positive.
“And we all wore ribbons in our hair, which didn’t help matters anyway.” Mikasa states.
“Levi’s a menace. He’s milking this so much.” you state.
“That was actually my idea.”
“Oh. I didn’t mean-”
“I know. I just want you coming back to be a big deal. It’s not an easy thing for you to do. You’re going to get every bit of hype for it.”
You smile, reaching forward to link arms with her, as Eren makes a booing sound.
“Are you done? Can I talk now?”
You shove Eren.
“Stop being rude.”
“I’m not being rude. You guys interrupted me.”
“Why were you talking before us? That’s so inconsiderate of you.” Mikasa states.
You laugh as Eren rolls his eyes, handing each of them a tiny white slip and a marker, before he takes his spot next to you and gives you a big smile.
“Y/N is going to write a song. Multiple actually. I want you to write down ideas for her and she’s going to pull one out every morning and read it to us. Then she has to play whatever she came up with, even if it was only one line, at the end of that day.” Eren states.
“Eren.” you start.
“No buts. You guys know the drill.”
You watch as everyone follows his instructions, excitedly whispering to each other as their pens move, and you look over at Eren. He drops his own slip into the cup, the first one, with his name neatly looped on the outside as he gives you a smile.
“I’m not going to be able to write anything.” you state.
“Well, you heard the rules. You’ll have to write something.”
“Eren.”
He shakes his head, handing you his journal, opening it to the marked page as you flip through the sheets.
“I did this a while back, when I was getting back into it. It helps a lot more than you think. And you can ask the person who gave you the slip for help if you really need it, but that person only.”
You take the book for him, watching everyone give you excited smiles as the cup fills up just as fast, and flip though the pages.
“write a song about me and sukuna” And underneath, the lyrics to a song called Daylight.
“write a song about connie’s one year anniversary of being sober” with Levi’s distinct handwriting and the lyrics to a song called Forever Winter scribbled messily on the page.
And the last one makes your throat bob in your chest.
“write a song about y/n”
You read over the lyrics, pressing your fingers against the ink, as you fervently read the lyrics.
We didn't know that we had it all
But nobody warns you before the fall
Don't leave, I just need a wake-up call
I'm facing the greatest
The greatest loss of them all
The culture is lit and I had a ball
I guess I'm signing off after all
You look up at him, his attention drawn away as he shuffles the cup in his hand to mix up the slips and then holds the cup out to you. Everyone’s watching, waiting for you to pull a piece, as you set the book down, and give them all a meek nod.
There’s a resounding sound of cheers, and an obscene amount of screaming from Connie and Sasha, as you close your eyes and pull out the first paper. You open up the little slip, floored by how random the request is.
“Write a song about upstaging someone's wedding. Connie.” you state.
A resounding smack fills the room - as you look over to find Jean hitting Connie.
“I told you not to put that in.” Jean yells.
“What? It’s funny! Eren said random stuff helps with this.” Connie defends.
“Dumbass. You just had to write something about ruining a wedding?” Jean grates.
“Who the fuck said it was about you, you egomaniac?” Sasha asks, reaching forward to flick his forehead.
“Who else is getting married, dumbass?” Jean responds.
“Why are you so mad? You’re clearly projecting your own personal issues.” Connie states, as Jean and Sasha follow him out of the room, their shouts filling up the quiet air.
Eren turns to you, a bright smile on his face. You want to smack him.
“I’ll see you tonight. Fully written song and all.” Eren states, lightly shoving you as he walks past.
You groan, leaning your head on Mikasa’s shoulder, as you hand her the little slip.
“Eren’s so fucking annoying sometimes. How am I supposed to write a song about this?” you complain.
“You’ll think of something. You’re amazing.” Mikasa states.
“I um…actually got you something. And I had something I wanted to ask.”
You took Sukuna’s words seriously. And had every intention to make amends.
“Really?” she asks.
“Yeah. It’s a keychain.”
You pull it out, the little penguin charm hanging off the end, as she takes it into her hands. It makes your heart swell - the way she carefully turns it over in her fingers, the excited smile on her face.
“Thank you so much, Y/N.”
“It’s kind of stupid but…it’s blue? Like something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue?” you state.
Mikasa’s smile gets wider, her shoulders relaxing as she reaches forward to give you a hug.
“Thank you. I love it.”
“It’s just a penguin.” you murmur.
“Maybe to someone else. But I haven’t forgotten that we watched Happy Feet at midnight the day we were supposed to film the Colossal Titan reveal and almost missed shooting that day.” she states.
You can barely contain your elation this time. That Mikasa remembers the memory just as well as you do. You both laugh for a second before you muster the courage to ask.
“Listen. I want to ask something but I don’t want to overstep so know that you can say no.” you state.
“Okay.”
“I know that we have our own rooms, but I wanted to ask if you wanted to share again? Colt and Porco always snore and…and you have your entire life to share a room with Jean but only a few more months to share one with me?” you mumble, voice nearly shaking.
Mikasa brings her hands to your shoulders, squeezing hard as she can barely contain your smile.
“Really? You really want to share with me?” she asks.
“Are you crazy? You’re like the best roommate I’ve ever had.”
“Bullshit.”
“No, really. Falco kicks, Colt smells, Porco snores, and Eren’s nothing compared to you. You're like a princess compared to them.”
Mikasa smiles.
“Deal. Lets go switch the signs - to their rightful places - right now.”
“What if Jean disagrees?” you ask.
Mikasa rolls her eyes.
“He can choke for all I care.” Mikasa states, linking her arm in with yours as you both pound up the stairs right to the hallway.
You take the marker, scribbling out Mikasa and Jean’s names (and Connie’s comments underneath) as you hand her the marker to do the honors. You both admire the little sign together, arms wrapped around each other, as Eren, Connie, and Jean join you two.
“What the fuck?” Jean asks.
You smile at him.
“Sorry. Not your room anymore.” you respond.
“One could argue that it was never really yours in the first place, Jean.” Mikasa states.
“Dude, you guys are so annoying.” Jean states.
“Did you just call your fiance, dude?” Eren asks, earning him a shove from Jean.
Connie comes up at Mikasa’s side, taking the marker from her hands, and adding his signature comment to finish off the new sign. You look over at him and smile, tugging him into your hug with Mikasa - as you all admire the door.
Y/N-MIKA FOREVER!!!
And underneath, Connie’s lopsided handwriting:
WE’RE SOOO FUCKING BACK
--
You understand why everyone was crowding you and Eren when they thought you were going to kiss in season two. It’s because you got to set early to make sure you got a good seat for Falco and Gabi’s love confession - so excited that you could barely eat your lunch.
You can’t help but watch them a few feet away from you, nervously kicking their legs on their chairs, as your notebook lays forgotten in front of you.
There’s a group of shitty lyrics on the page, so embarrassing that you shut the page as Eren approaches and takes the seat next to you and Mikasa.
“I wasn’t going to read them, silly goose.” Eren states, lightly shoving you as you tuck the book under your ankles.
“Good. I’d kill you before you tried.”
“Wow. Standing up weddings has you that mad?”
“The opposite actually.” you state.
Eren rolls his eyes as he scooches closer to you, halfheartedly shaking Levi’s hand as he passes. You look over to Falco and Gabi again - the two of them increasingly nervous, Gabi more so for some reason, as you lean over and whisper into Eren's ear.
“Ten bucks this pushes their real love confession ten years into the future.” you state.
“What?”
“Think about it. We had to kiss and it pushed things back basically a year and a half because we got all flustered and confused. Falco’s doing a whole bit, they’re going to be nervous about this for years.” you state.
Eren rolls his eyes, reaching forward to elbow you in the side.
“Bullshit.”
“I’m right! The same thing happened with Hange and Levi.” you defends.
“Rookie mistake, Y/N. Do I know your little brother better than you? He’s not half as pussy as you or Levi.”
“Touché, asshole. If he likes her so bad, why hasn’t he said it yet?” you respond.
“He’s a romantic. He’s waiting for the right time.” Eren responds.
You look over at the two of them, splitting a box of Tic-Tacs, as Levi walks back to his cues and sets up the cameras.
“Think about it. In a relationship, you’re either a Hange or a Levi. You’re either a Jean or a Mikasa. Falco’s obviously more like Mikasa and Levi. And Gabi’s like Jean and Hange. She has to make the move.”
“You’ve got it all wrong. Gabi’s the Levi and Falco’s the Hange.” Eren responds, nearly offended at your statement.
“Are you an idiot?”
“Watch. I’ll prove it to you.”
Eren pushes up off the floor, dragging Niccolo along with him, as they two of them approach Gabi and Falco. You’re not sure what they’re whispering - but you can tell that Falco and Gabi are flustered by the premise - and Eren and Niccolo are far too elated as Eren walks back over to you, this time with Niccolo in tow.
“Hi Nico.”
“Hi Y/N.”
You look over at Eren, glaring at him, as he gives you a sheepish shrug.
“Okay, guys. We’re going to start rolling. Falco, Gabi, you ready?”
“Yeah.” they respond in unison, giving each other a little fist bump as they take their seats on the floor.
“Was no one going to ask me? I’m in this scene too.” Colt complains, earning a fit of laughter from the crew.
Everyone quiets down as the lights dim on the set, the group of you hunching forward, trying to contain your smiles as you look at each other. It’s only then that you’re reminded of how good Falco and Gabi are at acting, the painstaking agony in their voice almost making you shiver.
“I helped make the attack on Liberio happen. I met a wounded soldier at that hospital, and without knowing it was Eren Jaeger, I sent letters from him to his allies using the mailboxes outside the zone.” Falco starts.
Mikasa leans over to look at Eren, mouthing the words “fucking bastard” as you try to contain your laughs. Levi gives the four of you a warning glance, as you muster out an apologetic smile.
“A lot of people died in Liberio. So….it’s my fault that Udo and Zofia died.” Falco finishes.
“I see…” Gabi responds.
Falco swallows hard, a pink blush on his cheeks, as you all excitedly smile.
“Also, I love you. I didn’t want you to inherit the Armored Titan. That’s why I became a warrior candidate. So…so that we could get married…and be happy forever.”
Gabi’s as red as a tomato. You almost feel bad for teasing the two of them so hard but it’s so endearing it makes your heart squeeze.
“I wanted you to live a long life!” Falco shouts.
“What are you saying?” Gabi responds.
“I might turn into a Titan at any moment. I just wanted to get it all out there before I’m gone for good.”
It's silent - leave for Gabi's tears before she quickly stands up. You watch as Gabi aggressively wrestles with Falco, pulling off the little black band secured around his waist, before she throws it on the ground, her chest heaving.
You sincerely hope Levi campaigns for them to win an award for this one.
Levi calls cut, as Hange runs up to the two of them, excitedly cheering them both on as they avert their gaze from each other. Eren’s quick to jump up, grabbing you by the wrist as he pulls you up to the group of them, a devious smirk on his face.
Niccolo’s quick to join his side, the two of them crossing their arms over their chest and smirking at Falco, as he sighs.
“Really, guys?” Falco asks.
“Really. You agreed to it, little dude.” Eren states.
Falco rolls his eyes, nervously eyeing Gabi - who is excitedly jumping up and down in front of a very unamused Levi - before he walks over to her and plants a big kiss on her cheek. The group of you all gasp, Gabi’s skin burning red, as Falco runs away, claiming he needs to go to the bathroom.
Niccolo and Eren are fist bumping at your side and Eren’s turns to you, irritatingly positioned with his hands on his hips, as he smiles at you.
“Told you so.” Eren states.
“What the hell did that prove?”
“It’s simple. I asked Falco if he wanted to play a game of Truth or Dare. Then, I asked him to kiss his favorite person on the cast on the cheek after the scene was over. Told him to run right up to you and do it since I knew for a fact you’re his favorite.”
“Eren, you little-”
“Falco is most definitely the Hange or the Jean of the relationship. Would even go as far to argue that he might even be the boldest.” Eren states.
You groan, the two of you walking past Gabi and Falco near the snack table, a sizable distance away from each other and nearly sweating in the presence of each other. You and Eren shoot them a thumbs up, and Eren continues to gloat all the way back to the house.
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At the end of the workday, Eren’s gathered everyone in the main room in a big crowd, doing nothing to help your nerves, as you give them all a smile and loop the guitar strap over your shoulder and sit on the bench.
“Okay. Repeat the request, Y/N.” Eren guides, the group of them all giving you warm smiles.
Mikasa and Sasha blow you a kiss, Porco and Connie with overenthusiastic thumbs up, and Eren’s smile pushing you on.
“Right. The request was ‘write a song about standing up a wedding’ and it was from Connie.” you state.
You swallow hard as you shut the book and place it under the bench and start strumming on the guitar to warm up.
“Be nice to me guys. I called this one Speak Now.”
I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl
There’s a resounding sound of cheers, Connie and Mikasa clapping along with the sound as everyone else follows suit. You can feel your head pounding, your voice slightly shaking as you continue on and the guitar strings uncomfortably burning your fingers.
I sneak in and see your friends
And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel
And she is yelling at a bridesmaid
Somewhere back inside a room
Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry
Mikasa scoffs.
“Are you trying to tell me something?”
Everyone laughs, including you, as you shake your head and blow her a kiss before continuing. She makes the little gesture at you - like she’s catching the kiss in the air and tucking it into her pocket. You can feel Jean rolling his eyes at your side.
Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door
Don't wait, or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said, "Speak now"
The rest of the song goes relatively smoothly, the excitement from the group of them making your heart soar, that block in your throat dissolve.
Sasha’s trapped Niccolo in her arms and has been aggressively swinging him around for the past minute, Porco and Gabi locking their fingers together to do a little swing dance, and Hange, Armin, and Eren bobbing their heads in unison at the side.
The group of them all give you a deafening sound of applause when you finish, aggressive hugs and kisses being placed on your cheeks as they all applaud you - claiming your brilliance - as you feel your cheeks burn with excitement.
Eren’s the last one to approach you, an almost too satisfied with himself smile on his face for the second time today, as you give him your most peachy smile.
“Like it?” you ask.
“Loved it. You’ve still got it.” Eren states.
“You know it.”
“Can I give you one note?” Eren asks.
“Please.”
“The last verse. You have to change it.”
“What? Why?” you ask.
“It’s a good repeat. But I’m more curious…did the guy from the song leave the altar for her?”
You nod, giving him a smile, as you reach for the book, and gesture for him to sit next to you on the bench. You quickly jumble the lyrics onto the page, nearly misspelling half of the words, before you hand it to him for inspection.
And you'll say, "Let's run away now"
I'll meet you when I'm out of my tux at the back door
Baby, I didn't say my vows
So glad you were around
When they said, "Speak now"
"Always a sucker for a happy ending. It's perfect." Eren states.
He gives you a glimmering smile, making your heart skip a beat as his hand brushes against yours. Eren pulls out the little slip from earlier today, taping it right above the lyrics.
He gives you a last pinch of the cheek before pushing off the bench, leaving your entire body burning at his praise.
“That’s my girl. I didn’t doubt you for even a second.”
You pause.
"Eren?"
He turns back, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah?"
"Ask me who my favorite person on set is."
"What?"
"Ask me."
"Why would I-"
"Can you just do it?"
Eren turns back, hands at his side.
"Who's your favorite person on set?" Eren asks.
You walk up to his side, standing on your tip toes to press a kiss into the softness of his cheek. You hope that he understands - that you're overwhelmingly thankful for him. For the documentary, the days in Seattle, and the lifeline he always throws you. That you'll always be indebted to him.
"It's you." you whisper.
Eren's cheeks are pink.
"Is that right?" Eren asks, the tone in his voice teasing.
"Don't push your luck." you state.
"Wouldn't dream of it." Eren responds, as he gives you one last cheek pinch before leaving you alone with the piano.
Singing the song, strumming the guitar - it's almost like stretching an old muscle, flexing out the soreness. You're so excited that you reach for the cup on top of the piano to start writing the next one right away. But when your read the slip, you feel your mouth go dry.
you love someone with your entire being, and all they do is tolerate it
And at the bottom, a name scribbled in messy handwriting
Jean.
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