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The house was crowded, filled with sweat slicked individuals pushing past one another. Both the music and the conversations amongst people bounced off one another to create an environment that made her ears ring. She was seated on the couch next to Sasha who was snacking on some goldfish crackers she had sneakily swiped from the kitchen. Historia was on the other side, drunkenly giggling into Ymir’s ear. It was clear it was something unholy the moment Ymir grabbed Historia’s hand and pulled her up from the couch.
“I think we’re going to head back,” Historia said, biting her lower lip. Her cheeks, along with the bridge of her button nose, had flushed into a bright pink. Y/n was unsure if it was the alcohol or the promised after party the two would enjoy alone that caused it. Sasha simply nodded with her mouth full, giving the two a thumbs up before they checked out. Y/n had grown bored. The music sucked and it was too packed to move freely. She tried to put her hand into the bag of goldfish but was immediately stopped by some teeth.
“Did you just bite me?” Y/n accused, holding her wounded hand. She glared at Sasha who responded with an apologetic grin.
“Sorry.” Sasha said, but she doubted its sincerity. She decided to let it go, primarily because Sasha was a golden retriever in a human costume.
“I’m going to get a drink, want one?” She asks out of politeness but Sasha shook her head no. “I’ll be back.”
As soon as y/n got up from the couch her seat was taken by a striking blonde. She couldn’t hear what Niccolo had to say, but knew it was probably a cheesy pick up line that would have to be repeated three times in order for Sasha to notice she was being spoken to. Y/n smiled to herself, knowing the guy was harmless. Sasha deserved someone genuine. Someone like Niccolo. Someone that wasn’t Eren.
“Girl, stand up.” Y/n muttered to herself as she pushed past the crowd. The short walk to the kitchen went from the usual five seconds to five minutes because people didn’t know how to move. Her mind was clouded with thoughts of Eren. Him and that shit eating grin of his. He might’ve been tall, handsome, athletic and charismatic, but the moment he questioned y/n’s character was when all of that was tossed into a trash bag and thrown out the window. Maybe lit on fire, too. She couldn’t believe that he, of all people, had something to say when it came to her sexuality. As if he wasn’t the biggest sleaze on campus. Acting like he owned her or something. Trying to protect her as if she couldn’t protect herself. She was far too independent to be treated like a fragile little doll. The fragile little doll that cracked the moment he found out you weren’t the Virgin Mary. Idiotic.
Y/n hadn’t even realized she made it to the kitchen, which was far less crowded than every other room in the giant fraternity. She grabbed the bottle of vodka sitting on the counter and poured into the red solo cup. Filling it halfway with liquor before pouring the room temperature cranberry juice to the brim.
“Damn little lady, that’ll do it for sure.” Came the voice of Connie who took the same bottle of vodka and poured some in his own cup. “Rough night?”
“Not really. Just bored. Whoever is DJing right now fucking sucks.” Y/n said, ignoring the fact that her self made drink was disgusting. Whoever drinks liquor by itself is insane and a liar if they say it tastes good.
“Pfft, yeah. Totally sucks.” Agreed Connie, who turned to rest his back and elbows on the table. Discreetly skipping the current song that was playing on his playlist. He desperately tried to search for something else and decided to click on one of Eren’s bedroom playlists. At that point, y/n had already finished her first drink.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Connie asked, genuinely concerned at her quick pace. Y/n was already making herself a second drink.
“Why has everyone been asking me that lately?” Y/n sighed in frustration. “I promise you I’m good. It’s not like I’m falling behind in classes or losing my mind. I just want to have fun.”
“I mean, you dyed your hair red.” He said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/n raised her eyebrows at his sudden statement.
“Well, red hair usually means you’re having a mental breakdown.” His tone was serious. She looked at him for a moment.
“So does a military cut, buzz lightyear.” There were a few beats of silence before the two began to laugh. “Now shut up and take a shot with me.”
Connie complied but made sure to keep a mental note to check in on y/n as the night continued. They began to talk about classes and how difficult Dr. Hange’s material seemed to be. The drinks kept pouring and the music kept blasting. They had grown tipsy, although it seemed like Connie couldn’t handle his liquor as well as y/n could.
“Eren!” Shouted Connie, slurring a bit as he walked across the kitchen and embraced the tall man. Eren expressed his annoyance by prying Connie’s hands off of him.
“You’re drunk.” Eren stated. Connie only shrugged and ran out the door to greet strangers that he swore he knew from somewhere. Y/n put her cup down and kept silent until the two locked eyes. She couldn’t tell if it was the vodka or the hatred that made her chest warm.
“Y/n—“ Eren began, but was cut short as she pushed past him. Exiting the same way Connie did. Eren bit his lip and ran his hand through his hair. He was frustrated and took it out by swatting at the empty solo cups on the counter. He felt like a toddler throwing a tantrum, but he didn’t know how he could explain himself to y/n if she couldn't even look at him. He knew he was being irrational. They weren’t seeing each other anyway so why would he have a say in what she does or who she’s with? Y/n wasn’t his property, he knew that. She just made him feel things he didn’t know how to communicate.
Meanwhile, y/n found herself stranded in a swarm of random people. It made her anxious at first and she was desperately waiting for the alcohol to kick in so she could loosen up.
“Hey.” Jean shouted in her ear so she could hear him over the music. Y/n flinched at first due to his unexpected arrival, but greeted him with a smile. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“Really?” Y/n tilted her head to the side, feigning innocence. She wasn’t stupid. She could tell that Jean was into her by the way he stuttered and blushed whenever the two spoke. She didn’t mind him. He was nice. Maybe she needed someone nice.
“Yeah.” He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “I was thinking we could catch up. I feel like I always see you at these parties but we never really get to talk.”
“Yeah,” Y/n said absentmindedly. Jean continued to talk but she stopped listening the moment Eren walked into the room. The crowd had thinned out a bit at that point, allowing people to move freely rather than being packed tightly together like sardines. Eren was looking around, searching for someone. Searching for y/n. Their eyes met for a brief moment before y/n broke contact and turned her attention back to Jean. “Wanna dance?”
“Oh, um, yeah!” Jean agreed nervously. Y/n grabbed his hand and led him to where everyone was dancing. All drunk and sloppy as they lazily tried to match the beat.
“I love this song!” Y/n said loudly in his ear. The song was paced a little slow for a house party but she didn’t mind. The Weeknd’s sultry voice boomed through the speakers, adding a certain tension in the room that y/n was sure only she felt. She could feel a pair of eyes watching her, and she knew exactly who it was. Y/n felt herself smirk at the thought. He needed to know his place.
“Don’t be shy,” Y/n said while wrapping her arms over Jean’s shoulders. Something flashed in his eyes. She knew it wasn't the liquor that reddened his face, it was because she touched him. Jean was too afraid to speak. He didn’t want to stutter or say anything that would ruin the moment. Y/n slowly turned around, guiding Jean’s hands around her hips. She swayed to the song and pressed herself against him. She could feel him freeze for a moment before he followed along. He struggled to catch the rhythm but eventually did. His breath hitching as y/n grinds against him. The world began to move slowly and her vision took a second to catch up. The liquor had settled into y/n’s system and her confidence only grew. Y/n was wearing a black corset top that cinched her waist. It was low cut enough and supported the girls just right to satisfy the male gaze. Something she usually never bothered to do, but subconsciously did this night. Her mini denim skirt flared at the ends which made it dangerously short. Y/n knew he was watching and she liked it.
Eren was struggling to keep his composure. He didn’t know how much longer y/n was planning on keeping this game going.
Why would y/n do that? There had to be a reason. Her hatred must run deep if she knew I'd react negatively. It was torture. Watching her with someone else. I should be the one dancing with her, not Jean. Jean couldn’t handle someone as fiery as her. She could completely avoid me if she wanted to, so why not do it? Why continue coming back to a place she knows I’ll be at? There must be something else. Something there.
He was clueless as to what to do. But the way y/n danced was intoxicating. Her little outfit only made it worse. He wanted to tear it off and take her right then and there on the dance floor. But he couldn’t. He had to make a move. He couldn’t let y/n do this and stand there, powerless. He grabbed a passing brunette and asked her to dance. She quickly agreed, like he knew she would. She was cute, but she was nothing compared to y/n. The two danced in the same sensual manner near y/n and Jean. Their eyes met again, but he couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
Y/n wasn’t sure what the cause of her anger was. The heat rising to her face confused her. This wasn’t jealousy, she was just drunk. That is what she kept telling herself. Yet the moment Eren’s large hands roamed their way down the nameless brunette’s body her stomach twisted. Without a second thought, y/n turned back towards Jean, catching him off guard. He was about to ask y/n what was wrong but her lips crashed onto his before he could do so. The kiss was sloppy. Primarily due to her drunkenness and Jean’s inexperience. He wasn’t a virgin by any means, but he wasn’t quite used to such passion. His arms were awkwardly at his side as y/n’s hands cupped his face. With a huff in between kisses, she placed one of his hands on her ass. In a sudden rush of minimal confidence, Jean gave it a gentle squeeze. Considering the skirt was so short, he felt some of y/n’s soft skin beneath. The front of his jeans grew tight as y/n slipped a tongue into his mouth and moved her hand to the back of his neck. Y/n grabbed a handful of hair and tugged at it, eliciting a whimper from Jean. Y/n pulled away and took Jean's hand, leading him through the crowd. Y/n didn’t look back. She didn’t know what came over her, but y/n needed something to relieve the tension. She needed Eren, but her pride took over her judgment.
Y/n led him up the stairs, not entirely sure where she planned on going. Her skirt rose a little bit with every step up and Jean gulped, his eyes hungry for more. He couldn’t believe it was finally happening. He had struggled to make a move, intimidated by y/n’s bold personality but it only made her more attractive. Jean swore there was a connection between the two and this proved it. He would have preferred to take y/n on a few dates before getting to know her more intimately but there was no way he was giving up this chance. He thought that maybe y/n did like him and he had been too much of a coward to do anything about it.
“Where’s your room?” Y/n asked him, making him sweat. Oh God, it was actually happening.
“Y-yeah, last door to the left,” he stuttered, internally smacking himself for being such a nervous wreck around y/n. He felt like he was confident, but it all went out the window whenever y/n was present.
“Sounds good,” Y/n winked at him.
Jean’s throat felt a little dry but he let her whisk him away. As they were walking down the hall they brushed past Armin who watched the two with raised eyebrows. He thought y/n and Eren had a thing going on but apparently he was wrong. He didn’t think too much of it considering they were free to do whatever they wanted. It was none of his business.
Y/n tried to open the door but realized it was locked when it wouldn’t budge.
“Sorry about that,” Jean said quietly, pulling out his wallet to retrieve the key. It took him a bit to get his shaking hand to unlock the door. The moment he did, y/n pushed through and slammed it against the wall. Pulling Jean in aggressively and making him stumble. The palms of his hand were sweating. He didn’t know how to react. Before he had a chance to, y/n had already closed the door and began to kiss him again. Pinning him against the wall. Jean was taken aback but in no means was he resisting. This was different to what he was used to, way different. Their tongues crashed into one another with y/n clearly taking the lead. Jean pulled away.
“Are you sure this is okay?” He asked, earning a confused look from y/n. “I just want to make sure this is what you…want.”
“Jean, if I didn’t want it I wouldn’t be here in the first place,” y/n said, trying to put him at ease. “Do you not want this? If I’m too much I can just g—“
“No!” Jean stopped her, a hint of desperation in his tone. “I want this. God, I’ve wanted this. I just wanted to make sure because I really like you, y/n. I don’t want to ruin the chances of us being something more.”
Y/n nodded but didn’t take the time to really listen and process the words Jean was saying. She was mainly thinking about her needs and how she needed something to take her mind off of Eren. Jean smiled, about to say something else but y/n beat him to it with a kiss. Jean was still against the wall, not quite sure what to do with his hands. He didn’t want to offend y/n and cut this moment short. She was beginning to feel frustrated with how gentle Jean was being. Y/n took his hands and guided them down her body. Her way of letting him know it’s okay to touch. Y/n needed it. Jean took the hint and began to feel around her body. Feeling bold by running his hands under her skirt to cup her ass that was decorated with cheeky panties that matched the lacey corset top.
Y/n tugged at Jean’s shirt, practically ripping it off of him. She continued to kiss him aggressively and began to undo the clasps of her top, tearing it off. Jean was too focused on the kiss and was taken by surprise to feel her bare chest press against his. He opened his eyes, wanting to savor it. Y/n began to work her way down Jean’s neck, suckling at a sweet spot he didn’t know he had until his knees buckled a little bit and a pretty moan escaped him. This only encouraged y/n to continue, popping open his belt buckle with ease and undoing his pants. Jean had never had anyone take control like this. He was usually the dominant one, but that was because he was conditioned to think that the man was supposed to take the lead. At least that’s what the women he had been with before expected. He was more of the gentle type, worshipping their body and afraid to hurt it in any way. But the way y/n had him pinned against the wall, guiding his hands in a way that seemed like he was being told what to do, made him excited. He wanted to be told what to do. He wanted to do anything to please y/n, even though he was probably finding this more thrilling than she was.
He let his pants fall to the ground then slowly began to slide her skirt down, being too calculated in his decision to do so. Y/n thought she was clear in her movement that it was okay to be a little rough. Y/n could take it. It was what she craved, damnit. He was taking too long for her liking so she unzipped the skirt herself, pushing it down until it dropped to the floor. Y/n stopped kissing Jean's neck and led him to his bed. She sat down first, tugging at Jean’s boxers. He looked down and finally caught a glimpse of your exposed breast. His heart was racing at this point and he felt like he was going to black out. Which was the last thing he wanted. He needed to remember this. But the way y/n looked up at him through her long eyelashes with an innocent look in her eyes made it all the more devious. Her breasts were slightly pushed together and the view was almost too much for him and he could feel himself throbbing underneath his boxers. Y/n teased Jean by slowly pulling down his boxers. At that point, he was fully hard and his cock sprang up as soon as it was free from his tight briefs. Y/n didn’t know what she was expecting, but the size of his dick compared to his slim body was jarring. He was still a bit muscular but his skinny frame didn’t match how thick it was. The length was quite average. Not small by any means, but not incredibly long either. It was a good size. Y/n didn’t expect such an impressive package from such a shy boy.
“Do you want it?” Y/n asked, grabbing the length of his shaft. Squeezing it ever so slightly to get a reaction out of Jean. Teasing that she was going to pump his cock and give him his needed release.
“Yes,” Jean gasped. Y/n wasn’t even doing anything yet and he was already on the verge of releasing the knot in his stomach.
“Yes, what? You don’t sound very convincing.” Y/n hissed, sliding her hand to the top and swiping her thumb over the sensitive tip.
“Yes, please. God, please.” Jean begged, grinding his teeth to hold himself back. Y/n released him from her grip and sat there. It took a moment for Jean to realize what she was waiting for and he rushed to his nightstand to pull out a condom. He ripped the packet open with his teeth and slid it along the length as fast as he could. Jean turned, expecting y/n to lay down for the usual missionary position he was used to. He nearly choked on his own spit to find her ass raised in the air and spread wide open for him. The panties she had on were long gone. Jean stumbled to the bed and didn’t know what to say. Instead, he positioned himself behind her. Grabbing y/n’s ass with both hands as he slowly slid in. The moan that left her mouth made his skin buzz. He wanted to hear that again.
“Fuck me,” she commanded, and Jean obeyed without a second thought. He began to slide in and out of y/n’s wet pussy, starting slow at first to let her adjust to his size. His pace quickened a little but it was decent at best. Y/n needed something that would make her forget about everything. To forget about Eren. Fuck, why was she thinking about him in this moment? She’s with Jean. She’s getting fucked by Jean. She tried to erase her thoughts and focus on the present but couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way Eren groaned underneath her touch took up her mind. His begging and panting breaths as y/n took him into his mouth. The face he made the moment he came. The way his eyebrows would furrow only slightly while his lips parted to release one final moan. The way he looked directly into y/n’s eyes with cloudy ones. He was so fucking pretty. The thought made her want to touch herself at the same time she was being thrust into. She gave in, moving in quick circular motions. All while thinking about Eren and his pretty fucking lips. Y/n thought about what it would be like to get fucked by him. How it would feel to be stretched around his fat cock. Y/n knew he would give her exactly what she wanted. The pressure began to build up in her stomach and so did the pace of her fingers as they continued to dance in a circle.
“Fuck,” moaned Jean, bringing her back to the present. She immediately dropped her hand. Glad that Jean was behind her so he couldn’t see y/n’s horrified expression. The guilt was starting to wash over her and the last thing she wanted right now was to feel like a bitch. Y/n couldn’t blame Jean for her thoughts and how he couldn’t make her forget. But maybe she could do it herself. “I’m so close.”
Y/n moved away from Jean as he pulled out. He was confused at first, and a bit disappointed. Not in the fact that he hadn’t came, but in himself for not being enough to please y/n. Before Jean could pout and ask her what had happened, y/n shuffled off the bed and grabbed him by his shoulders. Pushing him onto the bed. Jean kept getting caught by surprise. He didn’t know what to expect and it was exhilarating. He sat up a bit, leaning his back against the wall. Y/n crawled towards him on the bed, preying on him like a tiger. Jean gulped.
“I’m not sure what you want me to do,” He laughed out of confusion, smiling awkwardly.
“Don’t worry about it. Let me do all the work.” Y/n says as she straddles his waist. Leaving just enough room for his cock to sit between the two of them. His eyes widened and he instinctively gripped her hips. Y/n lifted herself a bit and used her free hand to guide his throbbing cock into her wanting hole. Once it’s perfectly aligned she slams herself down, earning a gasp from Jean who closed his eyes in ecstasy. She tugged at the same spot that made Jean whimper earlier to hear it again. “Look at me.”
“Oh my God,” He whined, forcing himself to look at y/n. He looked overwhelmed, but his grip holding y/n down confirmed his enjoyment. She began to bounce, slowly picking up her pace in order to reach that spot to make herself forget. “I-I…fuck. I’m so sorry, I don’t know what to do in this situation. But fuck, please don’t stop. Ple—“
“Shut up,” y/n said harshly and covered his mouth with her hand, still keeping the other hand on his shoulder to steady himself. His words were muffled by her hand and y/n could feel him groan under her palm. His eyes were pleading for more and y/n continued to fuck him quickly. Bouncing hard enough so the sound of skin slapping together could still be heard over the bass that shook the house. Jean couldn’t take it. It was so erotic to him to see y/n take complete control. This was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced in his vanilla sex life. He could hardly keep his composure. Just as y/n finally found the rhythm to please herself, she could feel Jean’s legs twitch underneath her and his grip on y/n’s hips had tightened for a moment before going limp. His breathing was erratic and he briefly squeezed his eyes shut. He had came. Under a minute.
Y/n dropped her hand that was covering his mouth and lifted herself out of the position. She moved to sit next to him while he caught his breath. Laying there with his come filled condom.
“I’m sorry,” was all Jean could say. “I swear I usually last longer. I’ve just never had someone go on top like that.”
“It’s okay,” y/n reassures him with a smile. He gives you one back. He leans in to give y/n a kiss but she turns her head at the last second so his lips land on her cheek instead. He acted like the gesture didn’t hurt him.
“I’m…going to go clean up,” he says quietly and gets up. He walks to the small bathroom attached to his room and closes the door. He turns on the shower so y/n can’t hear him cursing to himself for coming so fast.
Y/n sits there for a moment. Questioning why she did that to him. Her eyes wander around the tidy room. It was organized. A bit minimalistic. Her attention moves to the picture frame sitting on top of his dresser. It was a photo of Jean and his parents. He looked a bit younger than he was now, but the giant smile gracing his features was sincere. He was standing in between his parents, holding up a silly peace sign that caught his parents' laugh in the picture. They looked like a happy family.
Jean was a nice guy. A really nice guy. Yet y/n fucked him because she couldn’t stop thinking about Eren. Then proceeded to still think about him during sex. The guilt finally weighed y/n down and the pressure began to build in her chest. She dragged her naked body out of the bed and started to dress herself. Y/n couldn’t face Jean after that. As soon as y/n slid on her shoes, her eyes burned with tears that were waiting to pour out. After failing to keep herself together, she sobbed silently into her hand. Y/n felt like a horrible person for leading him on. For using him for her own selfish needs. Y/n went to leave but realized she’d forgotten to put on her underwear. She found them under the bed and stepped into them, pulling them up her thighs. Suddenly, the door swung open catching y/n off guard. Y/n turns to see Eren standing at the doorway, chest raising and falling through his heavy breaths. Their eyes meet, like they always do. A brief look of concern washed over Eren’s features once he saw y/n’s red eyes and runny mascara. His eyes trailed down to where y/n had stopped pulling up her underwear. His face dropped for a moment before his concern was replaced with rage.
“I’ll fucking kill him,” he huffed, stomping into the room. Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before realizing what Eren was assuming.
“No, stop,” y/n said while pulling up her underwear. Running in front of Eren before he had the chance to reach Jean in the bathroom.
“That disgusting fuck. I’ll kill him, I swear.” He continued. Y/n had to shove him out into the hallway and close the door behind them before he attacked an innocent Jean.
“It’s not what you think,” She sighs, suddenly exhausted.
“Did he touch you? Tell me what he did.” He pulled y/n in by the shoulders and searched for confirmation through her eyes. “Say the word and I’ll go in. I’ll beat him into a coma.”
“Stop,” She says louder and more seriously. “It wasn’t like that.”
“It wasn’t like that? Y/n, you’re crying. Just tell me what he—“
“I fucked him!” Y/n yells while pulling away from his grip. “Is that what you want to hear? We fucked, Eren. We fucked and I liked it.”
Y/n was lying through her teeth. She wasn't going to tell him that she wished it was him instead. That she was thinking about him while someone else was inside of her.
“What?” His face had dropped again. Except she couldn’t decipher what emotions he was going through.
“You heard me,” She spat like it was venom. “God, I don’t need you to protect me all the time, Eren. I can protect myself. I’m not your little girlfriend, alright? I can do whatever I want and fuck whoever I want. I hope you’re satisfied knowing I’m the slut you think I am.”
“Y/n…” Eren’s voice became quieter, defeated. “That’s not what I think.”
“Yeah fucking right. Just leave me alone,” Y/n voice breaks. She hadn’t noticed the hot tears that began spilling from her eyes. Y/n looked at him one more time but his eyes were empty. She turned to rush down the hallway that had emptied due to her outburst.
“Y/n!” Eren finally called out to y/n but it was too late. She was already heading down the stairs, ignoring the way the people that weren’t drunk off their asses looked at her. She just wanted to leave. There were too many people. Y/n pushed past everyone, not caring how aggressive she was to these undeserving people. Once she finally made it out the door the cold air felt nice against her hot skin. Y/n took a few deep breaths to calm down. The moment she felt someone tap on her shoulder the anger returned.
“Are you okay?” It was Connie. He’d noticed her when she passed by him and was worried once he saw that y/n were crying. It immediately sobered him up and he chased after her.
“Yes, fuck!” Y/n yells and Connie flinches. “I just want to leave, okay?”
“Okay,” He says gently, placing her well-being over her attitude. “Let me walk you home.”
“Why does everyone think I need protecting?” Y/n’s fists ball up and she was near the point of hyperventilating. “I can take care of myself! I don’t fucking need you, don’t you get that? Or does your stupid little chicken brain not get that?”
Y/n walks away before giving Connie a time to react or reply. While he was concerned, he was also hurt. He didn’t chase after her, thinking it was best to just leave y/n alone. The regret was immediate but she was already too far to come back to apologize. The tears and her nose just kept running. She tried to muffle her sobs with her hand again which only made her more angry. Not at others, but at herself. What was wrong with her? Nobody deserved that. Not Jean, not Connie, and not even Eren. She wasn’t confident, she was insecure and insecure people hurt others.
The tears had died down by the time she made it back to the dorm. Y/n walked inside, feeling extremely tired. Both Ymir and Historia were cuddling on the couch in the shared living room. They had their hair wrapped in a towel and were wearing matching bathrobes. They were watching a movie y/n didn’t even bother asking about.
“Welcome home, y/n! Did you have fun?” Historia asked her with a smile, which turned into a frown the moment she saw her condition. “What happened?”
“I’m a horrible person,” was all y/n could manage to say.
“Oh, baby…” Historia cooed, inviting her into a hug with open arms. Y/n drags her feet to the couch and kicks off her shoes. Y/n pouts at Ymir who hadn’t moved.
“Ugh, fine.” She rolled her eyes and scooched over to give y/n space. Y/n throws yourself between them without saying a word. Historia didn’t bother asking anything else which y/n appreciated. She played with her hair as y/n sat there, the movie doing the only talking between the three of them. Even Ymir patted y/n on the shoulder as her cold attempt at affection.
Y/n felt undeserving of this comfort, but greatly appreciated it.