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alienaiver · 1 year

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Kaminari and 3? I love the colour theme of your blog! It's so sunny and happy

i gotchu my dear! and thank you so much 🥹🧡 i like that you think of it like that, that was the intention!! 🧡✨

number 3 is: "just please open your eyes" which.. took a heavy turn here 🫡

warnings include canon typical violence and wounds (no wounds are described in any detailed or gore-y way but they are still there and mentioned briefly) but dw, a happy ending and 1.2k words!

(this was also formatted and posted from my phone as i have flunked down on my gengar plushie and cannot get up. if theres any mishaps let me know and ill fix them on my pc tomorrow! 🥰🧡)

Kaminari whips his head around, a triumphant smile on his face as he searches for your hero suit's color scheme in the mess of settling debris and civilians. This is the first respond and rescue you both have officially been a part of as Pro Heroes and the overwhelming victory has Kaminari's veins buzzing in a way that he haven't felt like before. He might even feel brave enough to confess to you right now.

Now, where are you?

In more depth he takes in his surroundings. There's paramedics by their vans, helping civilians with their wounds and cuts, over by the setting sun there's his mentors talking to civilians who passed by, there's Bakugou crouched down by an unconscious person and then there's the media by the edge of the scene, trying to catch the scoop of today's events. Only one building fell down and that was the villain's doing. The debris around you is so small and dusty because Bakugou's fast reflexes and quirk prevented the falling debris from being big enough to kill anyone. Kaminari sure is lucky he's got so capable friends -- colleagues, he reminds himself with a cheerful glee.

Wait, rewind.

Who's Bakugou crouched over? He's checking for a pulse. Kaminari scrunches up his eyes to get a better look and his heart stops beating as time freezes. He thinks that his breath hitches but the second that the dusty air returns to his lungs, everything goes into overdrive. His heart beats faster than he thought was possible, sweat travels down his brow, his back and his hands feel sticky. Every muscle is begging him to move, to run.

So he does. He runs and screams and yells your name as loud as he's able, hurrying to be by your side. He stumbles and falls down on his knee and in the back of his mind he does register the scraping, the blood trickling but none of that is what he feels.

There's blood on your face. Kaminari can't see more for the paramedic hooking you to a machine. He pushes and pulls uselessly at Bakugou's arm and somehow, the brute lets him -- doesn't even reprimand him for accidentally scratching.

Did the debris hit you? Did the Tech Villain get a hold of you before Kaminari zapped and paralysed him? Someone grabs a hold of his arm but he can't tear his eyes away from you to look at who it is and what they want.

In a muted, underwater sort of way, he hears Yaoyorozu's voice as she starts fiddling with him, putting a mask over his face without kaminari flinching or moving to stop her. It seems logical in a situation that isn't, so he lets her.

At the hospital, the doctors have a hard time being allowed to check the cut on Kaminari's abdomen that's still bleeding and while Kaminari has always prided himself in being way more collected in serious crisis than his peers (which is a debatable feat according to you and Sero, but he digresses), he shamefully has to admit that a coffee table has been punched hard enough to break in blind rage. He refused to leave your side, so the doctors have settled on fixing him up as he looks at you from another bed they put in for him. Cruelly, his mind supplies the thought that he'll probably receive disciplinary action at the agency for acting out like this on his first job and creating trouble for the doctors and paramedics. He scoffs at the thought, eyes trained on you.

Someone is patching up a minor cut on his shoulder as he sighs out, "just please... open your eyes."

He's drained now. His battery's running on empty and the buzzing that's been going in his ears settle to a low hum so when he's asked to lie down on his stomach so that they can clean a wound on the back of his thigh, he simply does as he's told without a fight.

He falls asleep. Somehow, miraculously, he manages to fall asleep while fear and anger has him tossing and turning in his mind, drowning and burning, crying and yelling. His dreams are nothing comfortable, but they're not tangible either. He can't describe any of what he sees and hears in the dream to anyone, they're not coherent.

So when he wakes up with a startle, his eyes widening as tears roll down, he's surprised to feel a weight on his mattress that isn't his own. Slowly, almost fearfully, he turns his head to his left, where you're propped up, a fidget toy in your grasp.

He whispers your name, almost in disbelief and you look at him with a bright smile. Your head's still wrapped in bandages and he can see that you're connected to an IV you've dragged with you to his bed, but you seem... fine?

"Yo!"

The way you so casually greet him with a grin deflates him slightly as he lets his head fall back on the pillow. "You're okay?" he asks muffled half through the fabric and you put down whatever gadget you were fidgeting with and runs a hand through his hair, "are you? I heard from Momo that you've caused quite a stir."

"You were unconscious!"

"I got a concussion and passed out."

He looks up at you with furrowed brows, "they hooked you up to some kind of machine."

You can't help the snort that escapes you. You can tell he's anxious and from what Yaoyorozu has told you, he hadn't listened to anyone since he spotted you passed out.

"Yeah, because they couldn't assess the damage properly on site and needed to take precautionary measurements until I was brought here, you know protocol. All this has done is give me a giant headache and a free pass from writing reports for a few days. I'm okay, Denks."

He sighs as he snuggles close to you. You wrap an arm around him like you usually do when he gets cuddly and needy. Your heart is beating faster than you'd like to admit and hope he doesn't notice. He'd been so beautiful today on scene, fighting with confidence and brilliance. You wanted to confess when the battle was over.

No time like the present, right?

"Hey Denks?" you carefully ask, and he hums a reply but seems to exhausted to look up at you. You kiss the top of his head and feel him tense, "I'm in love with you. I'm sorry i worried you."

There's quiet for a moment, like time stands still. Then, he jumps to sit up, groan from the pain of his stitches -- though no less excited -- and yells out a, "really?!" with stars and hearts in his eyes. You can't help but laugh.

Kaminari's never been subtle, but you needed some time before you were ready. Then, he coughs into his hand and turns all serious and nods solemnly, "mhm. I mean, I appreciate the apology. Don't pull that shit on me ever again."

He tries to shake hands with you, face still pulled tight like he's doing business and you just laugh, grab his hand and pull him down so he's face to face with you, "I'll do my utmost, handsome." and then you kiss him. You both grin into the kiss before deepening it.

#i really hope u like this even if its not as sunny as my theme and my usual stuff bcos 🥺 how could i not torture the precious man just A Lit #tle Bit... 👌🏼#ALSO he is totally THE GUY to see you heard and immediately lose all the braincells. NO COHERENCY. UNTIL UR AWAKE UR PRESUMED DEAD #to see u hurt** i sm. so sneepy KSKSKSKSK #bnha x reader #kaminari denki x reader #writing game #nohr.writing #nohr.bnha #I AM PASSING OUT IN A MINUTE OR SO so rest will be monday/tuesday 🧡🧡🧡🧡#also: me turning on the pc to make sure of the word count real quick #my cat: goes absolutely BALLISTIC abt the fact that i gave the pc attention after being away the entire day (he was in the other room when i #did this) and came in to scold me #he has only mildly forgiven me bcos he got to be tje little spoon rn instead of gengar

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erwinsvow · 2 years

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𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.

summary: it's gotten so bad that people won't even leave their homes at night- bodies stacking up and no end in sight. your boyfriend eren swears he'll protect you, though him and his best friend jean don't seem all that affected by it.

warnings: read carefully. frequent mentions of death/murder, details about murders, gore (described about deaths), reader throws up, gaslight, manipulation, angst, allusions to kidnapping and murder, frequent mentions of paranoia, on edge/scared reader, and overall based on a horror movie.

word count: 4.5k

author's note: and here it is! this is chapter one, just a lot of exposition and backstory. chapter two (with the smut lmao) coming soon!!

Pieck hadn’t thought Porco would get there so early.

He was coming home from practice, which was nearly across the town at the football field, adjacent to the gym and sports complex. Their college town was small, but it wasn’t that small. It was at least a fifteen, twenty minute drive, and given that he had only just sent her a picture of himself and Reiner in the locker room maybe ten minutes ago, there was no way he was here already.

But when she goes to open the door, turning on the porch light and peeking her head through the little curtains, she’s met with an empty front door. She could’ve sworn the doorbell went off—or maybe it was Porco’s unnecessarily loud knock, but she knew she heard something.

The television emits another obnoxious scream from the horror movie she had on, and she dismisses the thought entirely. It could’ve been the wind, or even just the background noise playing with her mind while she was distracted in her own thoughts.

It felt eerie to her now, living in the same little house that Hannah Diamant had once lived in. Hannah and her fiancé Franz were older than Pieck and Porco, already graduated, with real jobs and an apartment that wasn’t passed down to a new set of roommates every fall semester. For some reason, Pieck couldn’t let go of the fact that Hannah had lived in this house—watched movies with Franz on the couch, made popcorn on the stovetop only, since it tasted better than the microwave kind, and did all of the normal things that she did with Porco now.

But Hannah and Franz were dead now.

Pieck couldn’t figure out, for the life of her, what had really happened. The local sheriff’s office, not used to more than busting the occasional rager and giving tickets to drunk drivers, kept saying that they were working on it. That it was likely some kind of an accident, that this town hadn’t seen a real, true murder in decades.

Maybe it didn’t feel real since she had known them. They had been, what, seniors when she was a freshmen? Hannah had been in the same sorority as Pieck’s freshmen year roommate, and Franz had been on the lacrosse team with Porco, before he switched over to football.

It had to be that. Deaths don’t make much sense to begin with, but it’s harder when it was someone you could recollect vague memories with, someone who you’ll now never see again.

It must’ve been an accident, after all, who was running around killing people in their little college town? The school was mid-sized, everyone knew each other through association and there was nowhere for a killer to hide in a place like this.

A hard knock on the door shakes Pieck out of her thoughts immediately. She seems to be frozen for a second, but another knock gets her up, walking to the door. She thought she’d left the porch light on, for Porco, but she must’ve not, since it looked pitch black outside. Pieck opened the door, thoughts already leaving Hannah and Franz and coming to her boyfriend.

Her hand searches for the light switch, flicking it on.

“Took you long enough, Porco, the popcorn’s about to burn-” She’s only expecting Pock, sweaty in his uniform, dumping his gear near the door and engulfing her in a hug, but all she sees is red.

And so she screams, the movie mimicking her and almost mocking, until she feels the sharp blade puncture her body, and the last thing she sees is that mask.

...

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so on edge.

The little town you lived in next to your college didn’t seem so little anymore—in fact, it seemed bigger and scarier than ever. The streets where you drove around with your friends and the bars you frequented with your roommates were now avoided whenever possible. You were too scared to even leave your window open anymore, to run to the gas station for movie-night snacks with Sasha and Hitch, while Annie yelled out the window, reminding you not to forget her candy.

Your life, and the lives of many others, quickly became a series of repetitive days, going to campus for classes and never staying past sunset, returning home and locking all the doors and windows and praying for sunrise to come and to not be awoken by the sound of your phone buzzing from your nightstand, a text from your best friend telling you that another student was found dead.

It always happened at night—the murders. It seemed to you that the killer was practically warning everyone, like an old wives tale used to scare children, warning everyone to not go out past dark, not to think that they’ll be the exception.

The most recent one that happened took the whole town by shock—Porco and Pieck, the football player and his highschool sweetheart girlfriend. It was almost something out of a movie, people that were adored by everyone. You couldn’t believe it yourself—you had known them both since you started college.

It was terrifying, to an extent where you weren’t sure if you could be more frightened, after hearing the gruesome way they had died from Jean and Connie’s story-telling format.

But what really had you scared, what made you triple-check the locks before bed and never walk anywhere alone, was the fact that this wasn’t even the first murder.

You hadn’t known Hannah and Franz personally—they had already graduated by the time you started college. But the news of their death had slipped past you, all of you, while the police struggled to find answers that were now clear as daylight: there was a serial killer in town.

You weren’t sure how you would get through this, when you hadn’t so much as faced the death of a pet in your life so far, but your boyfriend was being incredibly helpful. More helpful than you thought was possible from a college-aged boy, but then again, Eren was full of surprises.

“I can’t believe they’re gone,” you had said to him, wiping away your tears and leaning against his shoulder. “That I’ll go to class tomorrow and they won’t be there. It seems so strange.”

“I know, baby,” he said, rubbing his hand on your shoulder and soothing you.

“A-and, both of them were couples, I mean, what’s that about? Do you think they’re only targeting couples?” “We can’t know that for sure, babe, that’s just a guess—but I’m sure the sheriff’s office will figure it out.”

“They didn’t even think Hannah and Franz were killed, they thought it was an accident. Did you hear? What Jean said—that their bodies were so mangled up they couldn’t even identify-” you didn’t finish your sentence as a loud noise behind you made you release a scream, jumping within Eren’s grip and heart racing.

You turn quickly to see none other than Jean himself behind you, a grin on his face that usually could make you smile, but now it only made you feel sick. “Hey, man, knock it off,” Eren says, looking serious. But you knew both of them. They were best friends, and were never truly stern with each other. Everything was a joke.

“What, ‘Ren, I’m just trying to lighten the mood a little. Your poor girlfriend thinks the killers out for couples, sort of like an anti-Cupid, right-”

Normally you could handle the banter and jokes, but something about today had you feeling incredibly different.

It’s not a joke, you want to say, people are dead. But you keep it inside.

“Eren, I have class,” you finally say, grabbing your bag and releasing yourself from his arms.

Eren doesn’t let go of your hand, though, still holding it firmly and getting up with you.

“Hey,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning into a kiss. His lips on yours make your knees feel weak, makes you kiss him back as though the two of you were alone in your room, rather than on the quad in front of everyone. In front of Jean, the thought of which makes you finally pull away.

“I love you, okay? We’ll be fine, baby, I promise.”

You’re not sure whether or not you believe him.

…

Your day ends the same way as usual, waiting in the library for Sasha and Hitch to be done with classes so you can drive back home together. Before all of this, the library used to be packed until midnight or later, and now it was thinning out with every passing hour that led closer to sunset.

Annie had a slightly longer day than all of you, and despite your frequent offers to wait for her so everyone gets back safe and sound at the same time, she kept insisting she would be fine.

You could understand why, though, since Armin always dropped her off and seemingly didn’t leave her side until she was inside the front door. At first you and the others had teased her about it, but now you understood it more and more.

You couldn’t help but wonder if Eren would do the same for you—not leave your side, make sure you felt safe. Your first instinct was to think that yes, of course he would, with the way he was so considerate to you during this whole mess—but it was followed by thoughts of Eren making jokes with Jean and Connie about mangled guts and bloody knives when you weren’t there. The thought made you feel sick all over again, made you wonder what else he said when you weren’t around, what else he does—

“You okay?” a deep voice comes from next to you. It makes you jolt back to reality, eyes snapping back to the sight in front of you and thoughts of Eren and Armin slipping away.

A part of you is scared—even though you’re in a public place with dozens of students all around you. You had seen Connie and Marco at a table in the corner, Marco making flashcards for his nursing class while Connie was scrolling on his phone and occasionally stealing a flashcard to write something stupid on.

You turn slowly though, heart racing, before a sigh of relief leaves your lungs as Reiner comes into your view.

It’s just Reiner, you think, almost rolling your eyes at your own stupidity.

No one was here to kill you. It was just Reiner.

“I-I’m fine, Reiner, thanks. Just on edge, I guess.” You hadn’t realized how shaky your breath must have sounded until you see him pull the chair next to you and take a seat.

“No, no, I get that. Honestly,” he says, setting down his backpack and eyes settling on yours, “I think everyone is. It’s terrible.”

“I know,” you breathe, and it seems like all your emotions are rushing out at once. “And the fact that they were all students, or at least previous students, I mean, it’s like someone’s targeting us, and some people aren’t even taking it seriously-” Your eyes inadvertently turn towards Connie, who’s looking your way too, typing something on this phone and taking another flashcard as Marco protests. “I just don’t know what to do. I hate talking about it but it’s the only thing I think about.”

“Me too,” Reiner says, his eyes sincere and warm, and for a brief second you let yourself think about how he would definitely walk you home and fight off the bad guys. “I think everyone just needs some time. They’re gonna have that vigil, y’know for Pieck and Pock tomorrow night. Maybe if we all go, it might be nice, like comforting. What do you think?”

You smile back brightly at him, suddenly feeling a little better and a lot more reassured than you had been. You had forgotten how easy it was to talk to Reiner.

“I’ll definitely be there, and I’ll tell Sasha and Annie and everyone too. Thanks, Reiner,” you say, before your phone buzzes, and a text from Sasha lights up your screen. “They’re done with class, so I’m gonna head out now but I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” Reiner says.

You leave the library feeling better than you had in a while, part of you looking forward to the vigil instead of dreading it, as you had felt about everything else so far. It felt stupid to want to go, but maybe Reiner was right, maybe this was exactly what you needed. Comfort and support, in the form of hundreds of caring students, all there to serve as a shoulder to cry on. Maybe even talking to Reiner a little bit more would help.

You meet Sasha by the doors minutes later, Hitch nowhere in sight.

“What happened to-” you start, before Sasha interrupts with the answer.

“She said Marlo would drive her home after dinner, and she wouldn’t take no for an answer, so, it’s just me and you today.”

“That’s so stupid of her, though, doesn’t she realize?” you start, dread already seeping back into your skin at what could happen in those few hours. “Hey,” Sasha says, concern apparent in her eyes and words. “She’s just getting dinner, okay? She’ll be back before it’s even late-” “But-”

“-And she’s with someone else. That’s the important part.” “I-I know. I’m just scared,” you say, and it’s more of a whimper than anything else.

“I know you are. I am too, but this is just Hitch and Marlo, okay, and I think they’re going to his apartment so there’s at least his roommates too.”

“You’re right,” you finally breathe out, shaking your head a little as if it would release the paranoia. “You’re right, it’s just dinner.”

As you walk to the car, you still feel the same edge you had felt all day. It had started as a small feeling in the back of your brain, telling you to be careful, but it had progressed into something else entirely.

Now you felt like your mind was screaming at you, telling you to watch out for some monster hidden behind a bush or in the backseat of your car.

“Hey!” Sasha repeats, finally snapping you out of your trance. “What’s gotten into you today?”

You were sitting in the passenger seat already, your school bag tucked next to your legs and seatbelt fastened, though you couldn’t even remember opening the car door.

“I-I’m sorry, I-” you stop yourself from continuing.

You want to tell her. You want to bring up the feeling, the dull throb in your head that’s a result of how fast your brain has been thinking recently. How all these couples are dead, how no one should be making jokes about it, how Hitch and Annie shouldn’t stay out unnecessarily instead of just coming home on time.

But you don’t say any of it. Instead, you take a deep breath.

“I was talking to Reiner, while I was waiting for you, and he was telling me about the vigil tomorrow, for Pieck and Porco. It just-it made me feel so on edge, for some reason. I-I don’t know why. I just want things to go back to normal but it feels like it never will.”

Sasha looks at you with a mixture of things—it’s concern and confusion and sadness all mixed together.

“I think I know how you feel, but we just have to keep going. What else can we do?” You feel yourself nodding, but it’s just so she’ll start driving and end the conversation.

Sasha puts the car in drive and takes off, while you stare out the window. The sun is going to set, maybe in an hour or so, but you’re already wishing for tomorrow to start.

When you get home, you do your usual routine, not caring if anyone else thinks you're crazy. You check the windows, the doors, check Hitch’s room even though she’s told you a million times not to go in there, but you’re certain if anyone would leave a window unlocked, it’s her.

You crawl into bed before it’s even dark out, ignoring Sasha when she yells out from the kitchen, asking what you want for dinner and ignoring whatever messages are on your phone.

You’re asleep before your head even hits the pillow.

And you sleep, seemingly forever, until you hear the distinct voices of Hitch and Annie outside of your door, talking to Sasha.

Your first thought, as always, is why they choose to be so noisy right in front of your room, especially when they know you’re sleeping. Your second is why they sound like that, talking in hushed whispers instead of the usual yelling that’s found in your rowdy home.

You pick up parts of the conversation through your sleepy daze, reaching to check your phone but it flashing with the red sign that let you know it was dead.

Great, you think, fumbling around for the lamp string and your glasses, before you hear something that makes you stop entirely.

“We need to tell her now-”

“She’s been freaking out all day, maybe we can wait-”

“We can’t wait!”

You hear the doorknob turn and the door swing open, someone hitting the light switch making you jolt up in bed.

“Guys, what the hell are you doing-” you start, rubbing your eyes and looking at your three roommates in front of you.

“We need to tell you something-” Annie starts.

“But we don’t want you to freak out, because it’s not what it sounds like-” Sasha interjects, settling down next to you on your bed.

“Why would you say that?” Hitch asks, as she gets closer to you and gives Sasha a look. “Listen, honey, it’s about Reiner. Marlo and Armin just called us, and he-he’s dead.”

You blink back at them, your mind struggling to process the words you just heard.

“D-dead?”

“It’s not what you think,” Sasha says, “it wasn’t, like, a stabbing or a murder, or anything, it was a car accident, and he was driven off the road-”

“God, Sasha, stop saying that! We don’t know what it was, it could’ve been the serial killer, just in a car, okay? Cars can be murder weapons too, y’know!” Hitch says as you see Annie roll her eyes in the background before focusing on you.

“Are-are you okay?” she asks, and this time, you don’t have an answer. “I think I’m gonna be sick-” you manage to get out, before running towards the bathroom and throwing up. You heave the small contents of your stomach out, before sitting on the bathroom floor in a state of mixed emotions. Shock, sadness, anger. They all flow through you while the cool surface of the tiles press against your body.

Two words kept floating through your mind; Reiner and dead. You had just spoken to him, not even five hours ago. He was making plans for tomorrow, and now he was gone. Now it would be his turn to have a vigil, his turn to have a funeral, and this hysteria you had been experiencing for days—though it felt more like months if not years—would never go away.

Sasha knocks on the door to the bathroom gently, you can see her head poke in before Hitch pushes her way through and comes in.

“Hey, honey, we gotta talk about this,” Hitch says softly.

“I know you’re scared, but we all are, so what’s going on? Is-is there something you’re not telling us?” Sasha questions, and even though there’s a million thoughts floating through your head, not a single word comes out of your mouth.

What could you even tell them?

That you were likely the last person who talked to Reiner before he died? That the very idea of his last conversation ever being with you, trying to make you feel better and comfort you, made you want to throw up again? Or maybe they’d like to be enlightened by the fact that you had no one to talk to about all of this, since no one else seemed to be taking it as seriously as you, and your boyfriend was probably off with his best friend, making jokes about the whole thing.

You exhale, slumping against the wall and staring blankly back at them.

“I just saw him at school. It-it wasn’t even a couple hours ago. Why is this happening to us?”

…

The next day passes like a blur. You feel yourself going through the motions and yet there’s nothing you can do to stop it. You contemplate skipping classes altogether, vouching for a day in bed with some stupid, cheesy movies to take your mind off of everything, but the idea is gone as soon as it came when you remember that Pieck and Porco were killed while they were home alone.

You pack up your bag and grab an apple that you’re only able to take two bites from, and get in the car with the girls. At least you weren’t alone, right?

The quad is filled at lunchtime, with every open patch of grass taken up by friends discussing the latest death and theorizing over sips of iced coffee and bites of sandwiches. You walk past at least a half-dozen who are arguing about whether or not Reiner was killed by the serial killer, and another handful who are wondering what the coroner’s report will say. Descriptions of stabs and slashes, of Reiner’s totaled pick-up truck and mutilated body make you sick to your stomach, but there’s nothing to throw up this time.

You take your usual place next to Eren, feeling far away even when his hands find yours and hold on tightly.

You don’t want to be here—but you have to be. There’s nowhere safer, you suppose, than by Eren’s side, because at the very least you know he’ll protect you.

Right? a small voice in the back of your head whispers.

You’re entirely caught up in your own thoughts, meeting Eren’s emerald eyes for just a second before looking back down at the ground, and when you finally pay attention, you just hear the last bits of Connie and Jean’s conversation.

“-I’m just saying, it’s awfully convenient for the star quarterback to get killed in a car accident of all things, right when there’s a serial killer running rampant. It seems like something out of a stupid movie, if you ask me-” Connie says, before being interrupted by Eren.

“Nobody asked you, though,” he says, flashing a smile that makes your stomach turn. The rest of the group laughs, though you’re not sure how. It seemed painful to even attempt a smile.

“Well, I think there’s a clear pattern,” Marlo says, Hitch leaning against him and his arm around her shoulder.

“Do tell, honey,” Hitch replies.

“He’s killing athletes,” Marlo answers, as if the answer is as clear as daylight. “So just get off the teams and you should be fine.”

“But why would someone have a grudge against the athletes?” Connie fires back, “They’re not even the worst of the bunch—I mean Porco was annoying and Reiner was your average dumb jock but—”

“Can we not-” you start, before your voice cracks and tears threaten to spill from your eyes. You take a breath, and squeeze Eren’s hand hard. “Can we not talk about them like that?”

Connie sports a look of regret for a few moments, before continuing.

“Okay, well, I’m just saying if they were targeting athletes, there’s plenty of options. But that doesn’t explain Hannah and Pieck—neither of them played.”

“Alright, Detective Springer,” Sasha says, eyes glancing towards you. “That’s enough investigating from you.”

“I just think,” Jean begins, and your gaze goes towards him right away. It wasn’t news to anyone that Jean didn’t care for Reiner. “that maybe you’re all overthinking this. It could have just been a car crash.”

“Isn’t that kind of a huge coincidence?” Annie retorts.

“Stranger things have happened. I mean, everyone else was killed with a girlfriend, and he was alone, isn’t that another coincidence?”

“But Reiner didn’t have a girlfriend,” you speak up, and you feel everyone’s eyes move to you. You didn’t even realize how loudly you had said it.

“That’s what you might think, but who knows what he was up to? I mean, he could’ve been drunk for all we know—”

“But Reiner doesn’t drink-” you reply, with even more force behind the words, because the way Jean was looking at you and the tone of his words, you could’ve sworn, sworn, that he was trying to force you into believing him. “He-he didn’t drink,” you mumble quietly.

“Isn’t it time for class, babe?” Eren asks, his hand moving to your arm and bringing your attention towards him. You turn to look at him, nodding, but you could almost see Jean smile from the corner of your eye.

…

You pile into the car, staring out the window while Sasha gets into the back with you. Today, Hitch is in the passenger seat while Annie drives but the pattern changes from day to day.

It had been a long day, but it wasn’t over yet. The vigil was in a few hours, and you had hoped to maybe eat a few bites before then, maybe get some sleep. It all seemed so far away since your mind didn’t think about anything but Reiner.

You look up to see Sasha texting on her phone, probably another check-in text from her boyfriend. He didn’t go to college with you all, and was severely out of the loop. You had accidentally eavesdropped on a conversation between them, hearing the concern and fear in Niccolo’s voice and the way Sasha was trying to comfort him. It had made your chest hurt then, and now.

In front of you, Hitch was reapplying lip gloss in the vanity mirror, before propping the mirror away and turning back to look at you.

“Listen, Marlo’s having a little thing at his place after the vigil, and I think we should all go.”

“I don’t know about that—” you start, before being cut off.

“It’ll be perfectly safe, and it’s just our circle, no one else. Come on, hon, you can’t just sit in the house all day. You’ll go crazy. Don’t you wanna spend some time with Eren?”

And then the craziest thing happened. Your mind searched for an answer to that question, taking nearly a half dozen heartbeats to come to a conclusion that should have been instantaneous.

Of course you wanted to spend time with Eren, you think to yourself. You’re just reserved because you feel safe at home, that’s all.

“Y-yeah, I do, I just hate going to different places and all that—” you try to explain. It doesn’t look like Hitch caught on to your thoughts. “Well, I think it’ll be a good time. We can even sleep over there, he wouldn’t care. Or why don’t you go sleep over Eren’s?” “His brother is usually there,” you reply automatically, filling in the reason why Eren rarely had you over. “And he doesn’t love company, so-”

“Well you can bring Eren home then. Even though I haven’t seen Zeke around in forever, y’know he worked-”

“Yeah, maybe,” you say, ready for the conversation to end. Your eyes trail out the window as you notice Hitch turn away from you, back to Annie, talking about what she might wear.

It all felt so stupid—how could any of them be thinking about going out when you were practically forcing yourself to attend your classes? To not become a recluse and a shut-in until the end of the semester?

The car keeps going, Hitch keeps talking, and you’re finally shaken out of your little trance by the noise of your phone buzzing awake with a text.

It’s from Eren—which usually makes your heartbeat a little faster with excitement. This time, though, you feel the dull thud in your chest, wrapped almost in a shroud of dread.

See you tonight.

#.... i hope someone likes this LOL #i love the concept but had trouble finishing it #the second part goes away from the movie so itll def be interesting #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan #aot #tw murder #not sure how else to tag this #tw horror

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