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love's rage

rage ; to show or have violent uncontrollable anger

when eren witnesses too much, he physically cannot control himself.

warnings : fighting, slight bullying, dick appointment mention, carla is alive, carla and grisha are divorced, not proofread

modern au!eren jaeger x reader

eren jaeger from the football team was a big lover.

everyone understood that when he was seen walking his best friend, mikasa, to class and buying her food.

or even seeing him leave the school because connie ended up passing out while being in the street by himself.

he wasn't as open as he presented himself as, but he definitely did care about some things.

so when a random girl wearing a brown graphic tee began bringing him water when he'd forget during games, he grew a light crush.

he remembers ranting to his mother over the phone the fifth time it happened.

he was at his father's house, laying on his stomach while his mother was working.

carla listened to her boy go on and on about it, ending it off with a hush 'fuck she was just so beautiful. and godsent.'

of course, he got the cursing of his life for using that language towards his mother, but it was worth it.

his team teased him about it, and so did his friends.

even armin, who was still following annie around like a lost puppy.

the news went around almost immediately, and eren even giggled while showing his older brother, zeke.

the captain of the football team is a big lover, and is head over heels for some mysterious girl.

eren made sure to never let anyone know who it was, in case his 'fanclub' goes crazy over it.

sometimes, people think because their captain is such a big lover, the football team would follow behind in his footsteps.

wrong.

the football team was quite the opposite..

"eren did you do the bio worksheet?" mikasa groaned, finally catching up with the boy.

she rode in her uncle's car on mondays, so they didn't get to ride together.

and of course, eren always has his headphones in blaring the neighborhood or whatever song armin has in his playlist.

"nah. gonna ask min during lunch." eren said, turning to mikasa with a cheeky smile.

it wasn't the first time eren had ask armin for the homework, and definitely not the last.

but of course, with armin arlert, there's always a price behind.

and with the amount eren failed to do, he might just have to cover the next hangout's expenses.

loud bangs could be heard, making eren roll his eyes.

they were at it again.

some guys on the football team amuse themselves by taking up one of the girls in the school and making them hate their days of school.

every week, they pick another girl to pick on.

whether it be for her weight, her clothes, or her face. nothing ever mattered when it came to those guys.

eren recalls the time they tried it with mikasa.

eren didn't have to do much at the time, because her uncle promptly failed them that semester.

he still remembers what levi had said to him after that.

'if you get them suspended from five games, i'll make sure you pass my class with flying colors.'

safe to say, everyone came to eren for answers he had no clue about.

"are they ever gonna give that up?" mikasa questioned, and eren knew she was watching again.

eren minded his business, knowing that floch forester was apart of half of it.

he'd gotten into the football team because his daddy had money, and occasionally sleeps with the assistant principal.

no one wanted to get in between the ap and her dick appointments.

so when he was walking past and see a flash of brown, he paused in his steps and looked behind him.

mikasa stumbled into him, annoyed. "what the hell?" she questioned immediately.

he ignored her complaints of her make up smudging even the slightest, squinting his eyes to look at who they were bothering.

and it was her.

wearing that brownish grey shirt that was suddenly stained pink.

you looked horrified, hands up in defense as they tossed baby powder on you.

eren watched as floch laughed, another guy shoved you down, and yet another one held a pair of blue scissors.

they practically slid you across the floor in the sticky mess.

of course they wanted to do it in the empty staircase, where no one really would go.

your cries of 'stop' echoed, making mikasa frown.

before she could open her mouth and say something to eren, he was gone from her side.

he was far ahead of her, stepping in the sticky mess with his fresh converse and ripping his hoodie over his head.

immediately, eren was shoving the boy behind you down the steps, hearing a sickening crack.

eren didn't flinch, just lifting you to your feet with a frown on his face.

you immediately recognized him, who wouldn't?

"here. go to the bathroom and clean up. you can wear this after." eren said softly to you, helping you step away from the sticky mess.

he didn't give you the time of day to speak, already swinging on the boy beside him.

six.

that's how many men it took to rip eren off of floch forester.

of course, he handled everyone else before chasing floch down the hallways of the school.

the students watched it all go down, not believing eren was actually gonna hurt his teammate.

until the boy was caught.

the minute eren caught floch, he began pounding his face in something serious.

nothing about this was a joke.

nothing about this was in the slightest bit funny.

now eren was sitting in the principals office, his parents sitting on either side of their son.

after their divorce, it was rare to see them sit in a room together and agree on something.

but of course, they could agree that their son had some serious anger issues that built up over the years.

it stayed silent, carla and grisha not knowing what to say at all.

the principal walked in, a disappointed frown present on his face.

"i'm surprised to see you here today. where's your sweater mr jaeger?" the principal began, looking him up and down.

yeah, eren used to be a fighter. and he was known for removing his clothes during fights.

students even hung his gorillaz shirt over the school's message board.

"doesn't matter." eren responded, a common response.

carla swatted him immediately, giving him a stink look. 'behave' her eyes yelled.

the principal sighed, leaning back into his chair in annoyance.

"okay. then what happened." the principal asked, raising his eyebrow and holding a pen.

now this, is what eren was so totally ready to get off his chest.

he spilled everything about what these boys have been doing for the past few months.

every video created, everything he's personally witnessed, every girl he's comforted, and every rumor he heard.

some of these girls even began doing blended learning because of how embarrassed they were.

eren had given them multiple warnings as their captain, and they never listened to him.

this was their last straw, even if it meant eren had to do out of school suspension.

the principal listened and made notes, frowning while doing so.

when he finished writing, he looked up at eren with a sour expression.

"are you aware of the alter ego rule, mr. jaeger?" the principal asked, raising his eyebrow.

eren nodded, having it memorized from when mikasa forced him to take intro to law with her during their freshman year.

"when a person can only defend a third party under circumstances and only to the degree that the third party could act." eren recited, crossing his arms.

the principal nodded, slightly impressed. but eren knew exactly where this was going.

and how to come back to it.

"i'm sure that girl could not have put seven football players in the hospital." the principal frowned.

"very aware of that. that's why i did it in place of the twenty five girls they bothered." eren said, flashing him a grin.

carla could only placed her hands together and pray for her boy's future to be bright.

before eren could get into his car with his mother, he heard a voice calling out to him.

he paused, turning around and seeing mikasa and you chasing after him.

"dude! what the hell!" mikasa sighed, leaning over and catching her breath.

eren chuckled and looked over at you, who was now holding the hoodie he'd lent you earlier.

"thank you." you said, giving him the best smile that you could possibly offer after the day you had.

eren nodded, taking the hoodie from you with a smile. "no problem." eren replied, tossing it into his car.

"are you suspended?" mikasa questioned, tilting her head.

eren glanced at his mother, who had tapped her wrist with a frown.

"yeah. three weeks." eren laughed sheepishly, leaning back onto the hood of his car.

carla had nowhere to go but in her house, she'll be alright.

he noticed your expression changed from the corner of his eye, perfect lips beginning to form a pout.

immediately, he squeezed your cheeks and gave you a genuine smile.

"don't be sad. we'll meet again on better terms." eren joked, effectively making you smile back.

before his mother complained, he climbed into the car and smiled.

"give her my number miki!" eren said, pushing his head out of the car window.

carla pulled him back into the car by his hair, smiling warmly at the sight of mikasa.

she pulled off, making sure to let zeke know what his younger brother had done.

"wasn't she gorgeous?" eren dreamily sighed, leaning back into his seat with a cheesy smile.

carla glanced at him, before looking back at the road with a loud laugh.

eren immediately looked at her, ready to defend you with his life against his own mother.

"mm... my boy is in love." carla smiled to herself, turning onto the next street over.

and eren wouldn't have it any other way.

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dont-f-with-moogles · 2 months

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Hi Terra Darling ❤️

Festive fic request with prompt number 6 "family invited an old crush/first love to a dinner party" for Levihan

My headcanons for this prompt:

Hange or Hange's family invites Zeke to a dinner party & Levi is far from happy OR fed up by Levi being single for a long time, Kuchel invites Hange to a dinner party OR Levi or Hange or their family invites an old crush (Zeke/Erwin/Petra, pick one) & it turns out they both used to date him/her lol OR you come up with your own because it will be amazing whatever you decide!!

Happy holidays 🎄❄️

Now or Never (Part 2) Characters: Levi x Petra; Levi x Hange; Mike x Nanaba Word Count: 2188 words

The dining room lay almost bare. No photographs adorned the walls; their ornaments were still wrapped in paper, stored in boxes upstairs. Even the low, wooden dining table didn’t quite suit this new room. As he sipped his wine Levi considered how it had once sat in Mike and Nanaba’s old flat, centrally occupying the square-shaped space. The table still proudly displayed the tiny tree which Hange had bought for the couple as a flat-warming present over a year ago. Of course, they had never planned to live there forever. This new dining room was longer and in want of furniture to fit it. Its walls were a pale, non offensive shade of magnolia - the exact choice of homeowners intending to cover over the marks - the mistakes - they had once made before moving on. Mike was pouring refills into their glasses. Levi placed a hand over his whilst, beside him, Petra quietly accepted.

“Come on…” Mike urged, “you’re getting the train back right?”

“I’ll take a tea instead.”

“We’ll put the kettle on after dinner.”

Reluctantly, he removed his hand.

“This it then?” Levi’s eyes shifted to the empty seat beside Mike. Of course, if they had been expecting more than two guests, then there would be a fifth floor cushion set out. Despite his uncertainty, Levi’s shoulders relaxed a little. He had experienced the same gnawing sensation when he and Petra had arrived at their house. Removing their shoes at the door, Levi had glanced down to see several discarded pairs beside theirs. He had assumed that someone had arrived before them, only to discover that they were the first.

“Yeah,” Mike replied, “Hange got caught up with an assignment as usual. Something about a deadline.”

Levi exhaled through his nose. He doubted that very much.

His hand brushed Petra’s shoulder with renewed reassurance as Nanaba appeared in the doorway. The fragrant scent of spices seemed to waft after her.

“The rice will be done in five minutes,” she announced. “Hope you guys are hungry!” “Can’t wait,” Levi commented, “... and nice place you’ve got here. What’s it like living somewhere with two floors?”

“Ah you know, it’s better than being cooped up in the flat.” Nanaba shared a sentimental glance with Mike. “We’ll miss it… but this is better. Even if we’ve got some decorating to do!”

She smiled over at Petra, who was nodding along politely despite not having been part of this previous era… an era of small apartments, of Mike and Nanaba as university graduates… of Levi and… Hange.

“So, how was your holiday? Where did you say you-” Nanaba frowned, reaching over to grab her phone from the side table. “Sorry - hold that thought. Hello?”

“It was so beautiful…. and just nice to spend time with family you know?” Petra continued to address Mike in Nanaba’s absence. “I’m sorry that I missed out on your New Year’s party though! I heard it was a fun night…”

Levi took a long sip of his wine.

“I don’t know if you’d call it much of a party,” Mike chuckled, “Nana and I were asleep just after midnight so we missed the excitement… guess you’ll have to ask Levi.”

“Hange’s outside!” Nanaba reappeared just as Levi knocked his glass sharply against the table. “Apparently they made their deadline after all.”

There came the sound of a door closing, followed by footsteps in the hall. Petra gave Levi’s arm a little squeeze. He smiled at her in response, though with a warmth which did not quite reach his eyes.

Voices echoed outside; Hange fawning over the staircase and laughing with Nanaba about the previous owner’s choice of carpet. Levi’s jaw set. Then, both of them emerged in the doorway.

“Evening!” Hange beamed around at them. Briefly, their eyes met Levi’s before they glanced away. “Sorry for almost flaking!”

“Why quit the habit of a lifetime?” Mike teased. Levi reached for his wine again. His mouth felt parched; his tongue lay heavy and useless. He craved water - something hydrating - rather than more alcohol.

“Nice to see you again Petra.” Hange gave a little bow of their head as Nanaba dragged another floor seat over to the table. “Heard you’ve just come back from your travels! Was it a good trip?”

“Oh yes, it was so beautiful and relaxing. The new year is the best time to go…”

Levi listened intently to Petra’s story for a second time, refusing to allow his eyes to stray from her face.

“...but it’s a shame I couldn’t spend New Year’s with you guys.”

Casually, Hange picked up the glass of wine which Mike had just poured.

“Oh you know, it was a quiet one in the end. Nothing much happened.”

Levi stared at them, utterly astounded by their nonchalance on the subject.

“Mike said you were all asleep just after midnight!”

“Well, Levi and Hange were up, weren’t you? Mike said he heard you both-” Nanaba walked in with a pot of steaming rice, just as Levi’s floor seat lurched out.

“Whoa!” Petra turned to her left. “Levi, what’s the hurry?”

“Seat got caught on the rug,” he lied. His eyes flew to Hange’s face who appeared quite composed by comparison. They blew out a little sigh as they lifted their glass again.

Nanaba set down the pot of rice. “No jogging the table. I’ve slaved away at this!”

Mike raised his eyebrows as Nanaba began serving heaped spoons onto plates. Petra received hers gratefully. Levi was just thankful to have something to occupy his hands.

“This smells amazing…” Hange praised her. “I love curry rice!”

“So… you had a late night, huh Levi?” Not to be deterred, Petra had rerouted from Hange’s interjection to their earlier conversation. She grinned at Levi expectantly over her plate of food. As he opened his mouth to explain, Mike cut in with a rumble of low laughter.

“Oh yeah… took him years but he finally got Hange where he’d always wanted them.”

Levi dropped his plate on the table, spilling rice onto its wooden surface

“Yeah…” Mike continued as Petra’s head whipped round, “...never thought we’d see the day, but there the two of them were, getting busy-”

Horrified, Levi willed Petra to look away from him as he frantically tried to scrape up rice grains from the wooden tabletop. He could feel her eyes on him; the more she stared, the more the tips of his ears burned.

“- at the sink.” Mike took a large spoonful of rice and curry, savouring its flavour alongside his own unendurable comedy. “Who would have thought you’d finally get Hange to wash a plate?”

Hange’s forced laugh was lost in the more genuine giggles from Nanaba and Petra. Although the threat which had been silently hanging over Levi had not fallen yet, he could still feel it swaying over his head. He set his spoon down on the side of his plate and let his trembling hand fall into his lap.

“...yeah, I heard you doing the dishes,” Mike explained as the laughter around the table died away, “...at like, four in the morning.”

“Well, a little cleaning up is the least you guys could do, seeing as you all insisted on staying at my place,” Levi muttered bitterly.

“You know we appreciated you sharing your floor with us!” Nanaba sighed, widening her eyes.

“...and some of us even got to share your bed,” Mike teased Levi again with a hearty wink.

“Gunther,” Levi told Petra automatically. He reached for his wine again. By this point, he was going to need several refills to endure the rest of the evening.

“...I’m guessing he wasn’t who you really wanted sleeping next to you that night… huh, Levi?” Nanaba joined in, much to Petra’s delighted ‘shh-ing!’

Levi waved away their jokes again, his mouth twisted as though he was being forced to chew on tiny white grubs rather than rice. As he lifted his head he caught Hange’s eye again… and held their look.

This was dangerous.

That same rising dread intensified; remained suspended over Levi as he continued doggedly through one of the most excruciating dinners of his life. And yet, there was something which threatened to consume him whole; a feeling caught halfway between fear and fascination. Like oil and water, his conflicted emotions lay beside one another; equal parts danger and desire. They could never be reconciled, but only hold firmer in the presence of one another. Ever since New Year’s, something had started to take form… something that any and all other distractions hadn’t managed to douse…

Levi felt the brush of gentle fingers on his wrist. Petra was smiling at him. He closed his hand over hers, watching as their fingers lay entwined upon his knee. He couldn’t look at Hange again.

“What was it you said that night, Levi?” Nanaba continued, “just this once, then then never again?”

Levi’s thumb stroked over Petra’s knuckles as his mind drifted back to that night. He didn’t want to remember the warmth of the blanket enclosed around his body and Hange’s. He didn’t want to breathe in their scent; to feel the heat lifting from their cheeks; to have his throat run dry as they drew towards him…

“Levi, we can sleep here and never talk about this again. Or…”

Back in the present, Levi squeezed Petra’s hand.

“And I meant it…” he managed huskily, “...you guys can stay at a hotel next time.”

In part it was due to his own habit, but also out of a desire to extract himself from the table, as Levi took up their empty plates. He carried the dishes out to the kitchen and set them beside the sink. For a moment he gazed through their kitchen window at the view of Mike and Nanaba’s new neighbourhood. Rows of detached, two-storey houses stood adorned with gleaming windows and wooden balconies. The pair of them had taken the next step of their journey… their wedding was to follow in a few months…

Behind him there came the tinkling of glass and the sound of a door closing. Levi glanced over his shoulder.

“Um… just getting more wine.” Hange lifted the bottle they had taken from the fridge. Levi uttered a throaty sound halfway between a cough and a derisive snort.

“Sure as fuck you weren’t coming to wash these up…” Levi glowered at them until Hange took a step closer. They set their glass down beside Levi’s stack of plates. Through the open door and across the hall they could both hear the chatter of the other guests.

Levi turned away and began to run the water. Behind, Hange poured a little more wine into their glass. He couldn’t help but turn his head again. Hange was checking the label as they set the bottle down. With a sigh Levi lifted a plate and sank it into the dishwater, missing Hange’s eyes as they moved over him.

“Levi… do you want…”

He shifted around again to look at them. His mouth dried up before he could speak. He took in Hange’s broad shoulders beneath their white shirt; the deep, rich brown of their imploring eyes… There was always something so earnest, so fearless in their expression.

Levi’s eyes remained upon their face.

“...I’ll leave the bottle here.” They turned to leave the room, but stopped after taking a step. When they spoke again, their tone was low, conspiratorial.

“You know I won’t say anything, right…?”

Levi felt a ripple of tension travel down his arms. His hand seized up; the brush he was holding clattered onto the kitchen floor.

“Anyway, nothing happened that night…” Hange gave a little laugh without a trace of humour in it, “...after all, you made it pretty clear what you wanted.”

Slowly, they began to approach him.

“Just like I have to… right now.” Hange was smiling at him, a gentle blush dusting their cheeks. “You know when it’s your shot right? Now or never…”

The air itself lay thick and heavy. Levi was rooted to the spot, his mind clouded with them as they took another step. Oil and water. They couldn’t- Petra was seated in the next room, laughing with their friends.

Again, he remembered the blanket that had embraced them as they lay together on his couch. Levi could feel their warm breath on his mouth. It was just the two of them under night’s black canopy, threaded with the lights of a million stars. Whilst the rest of the world had slept, they had lain so closely together… they had almost…

“So Levi…”

Hange’s lip trembled before their jaw set. Behind their glasses, their eyes were glazed with a love so profound that it took Levi’s breath away.

“If I told you now that… despite it all… bad timing, lack of communication, people and work and life getting in the way… despite my initial hypothesis and all the test runs in my head… my findings are still the same.”

Hange took a shuddering breath.

“You are all I ever wanted. That’s… what I’ve decided.”

He felt their fingers trace his shirt sleeve.

“...what about you, Levi?”

Part 1: Now or Never (NSFW)

#sorry I kind of ran with my own thing!#hope you like it Val <3 #levi ackerman #hange zoe #levihan #levi x hange #petra ral #rivetra #levi x petra #mike zacharias #aot nanaba #mikenana #mike x nanaba #aot vets #tw cheating #attack on titan #snk #my writing

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blondeboyfriend · 11 months

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𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 (𝐈𝐈𝐈)

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« Part 2 | Part 4 » [ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ SYNOPSIS ] As summer comes to an end Zeke disengages from you until he reaches out to go on an excursion to the headlands. [ WORD COUNT ] 3.9k [ CONTENT ] Mentions of vomit and underage drinking, cigarettes, a little angst, depression, kissing, and y/n and Zeke pop off about gentrification because I have a lot of feelings.

September rolled around much too fast. August felt like a blur.

Neither of you brought up the kiss or your confession after it happened. You assumed it would be a turning point in your relationship with Zeke, but he acted like that day with the snow cones was merely that: a day with snow cones. Following his lead you kept your feelings to yourself and masked your disappointment with a cool, carefree attitude. You tried to mirror Zeke’s behavior, unbothered and unchanged.

But you weren’t particularly good at it. You couldn’t kill the longing glances you’d give him when he wasn’t paying attention.

That’s why it wasn’t particularly surprising when Zeke drifted away from you. He never outright ignored you, but you knew you weren’t a priority anymore. He’d make plans with you and cancel them at the last minute. He was always so apologetic, so disarming. Anytime you planned to call out his actions he said something that quelled the raging sea inside you.

“You realize this is the fifth time you’ve done this to me, right?” you managed to ask one night.

It was one of the odd times he called you. Usually you were the one chasing after him.

“I know. I know. That’s why I wanted to make it up to you. I’m not doing anything this weekend. I’m free tomorrow.”

“I find that hard to believe,” you scoffed.

You heard him deeply sigh.

“I swear.”

You didn’t want to get your hopes up. There was a lengthy pause between you two. You could hear Eren being a little gremlin in the background.

“Fine. What do you wanna do?”

“I want to go wander around up north.”

“You don’t mean that in a Into the Wild sense, right?”

“What? No. I want to go see the ruins of that burnt down swimming pool thing. Fuck. I don’t know what you’d call it. A bath house? No. I don’t like that implication…” He trailed off. “Hold on.”

You held.

“A swimming hall? Natatorium? The… whatever. Look it up. The owners burnt it down themselves.”

“I have to do homework? Is that what you’re telling me?”

“You have to go with me. No one else will.”

You couldn’t help but feel a little bad for him. Zeke could be so needlessly sensitive. You couldn’t think of a reason why none of his friends wouldn’t want to go cavorting around the physical remnants of insurance fraud.

“Alright. I’ll go I guess. But you’re buying me food.”

“I’ll cover everything!” he blurted out.

“I was cool with you just buying food but okay.”

“Shit. I got ahead of myself,” he lamented.

Zeke met you at the train station. It was a shock to see him in normal clothes even if this wasn’t the first time. He actually looked rather put together. Dark green corduroy straight leg pants, a fitted grey t-shirt lazily tucked in, and matte black Doc Martens. He had a windbreaker tossed over his arm, his backpack dangling lazily off his shoulder.

“Did you seriously do a French tuck?”

“Excuse me for watching Queer Eye and taking notes… Do I look stupid?”

No, you thought to yourself. He looked positively adorable. You tried not to stare at him too hard; you didn’t want him to see you all starry-eyed because he wore pants with no grass stains.

“You do but it’s whatever,” you lied.

“You look… nice.”

You were dressed the same as usual. It was impossible to tell if he was being an ass or was simply nervous and didn’t know how to express himself.

“Just nice?” you teased, opting to give him shit.

He glanced to the side, scratching behind his ear.

“I lied. You look like garbage.”

“On a hot, summer day?”

“Only the hottest for you, kiddo.”

Kiddo. You hadn’t heard him say it in so long; it was music to your ears. Memories of the good times came flooding back to you, but still. You couldn’t kill the vague sense of resentment you held deep inside.

Zeke bought your train ticket as promised. He winced when he saw how high the fares went up.

“That much to get to the city?”

“I know. The more transplants that move here, the more expensive everything gets.”

“You know that place where we'd get those breakfast sandwiches by my house?”

It was clear where he was going. So many old standbys were going out of business. Your favorite bookstore had just shut its doors the week before, a heartbreak if there ever was one.

‘It’s gone, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, couple weeks ago. It’s going to be fucking beer garden.”

“Not another one!” you shrieked.

Beer gardens seemed to be popping up everywhere. They were the bane of your existence. They were overpriced. You were too young to go to them. And wherever they popped up so did an influx of drunken tech workers.

“I know. Poor Eren thought it was going to be a bear garden.”

The two of you trudged up the stairs to the train platform because as per usual the escalators were out of service and the elevator operated at a snail’s pace.

“A bear garden could be cool,” you pondered.

“Eugh. No. You could not do that humanely.”

“Oh well excuse me for entertaining a child’s idea,” you snarked, elbowing Zeke gently in the ribs.

“Sorry, sorry. I spent an hour trying to tell Eren why it would be fucked up. It was like talking about SeaWorld all over again.”

“You’re probably better off not trying to educate a little boy on that stuff.”

The train rolled in the second you summited the stairs. You both sprinted to the train, bumping into each other as you tried to enter the doors side by side at the same time. Just as you were about to eat absolute shit, Zeke reached and grabbed your waist saving you from colliding on the dirty floor of the train.

“Thanks. I would have been pretty grossed out if my face touched that.”

“No problem. You’re, uh, too cute to be falling face first into old gum and whatever that stain is.”

He pointed at a particularly gross, mysterious stain. You shivered at the sight of it and collapsed into a seat. Zeke sat down next to you and rested his head on your shoulder.

“You have a lot of nerve acting like this considering you’ve been a total dickhead to me.”

He shut his eyes and exhaled.

“I know.”

“Are you going to bless me with an explanation?”

‘It’s embarrassing for so many reasons.”

You gently pushed him off of you.

“I think we have time.”

He was silent, shoulders slumped forward. He obscured his face with his hands.

You continued, “I tell you I like you. You kiss me. And then you disappear?”

“I didn’t disappear. I talked to you.”

“Barely! You sent me memes, Zeke! That doesn’t count.”

“They were really fucking funny though. The best ones in my camera roll. I don’t send those to just anyone.”

“That almost makes it worse. You thought you could placate me with memes? Pictures of cute dogs? Panels from Boy’s Club?”

He finally looked up, and fixed his gaze on you.

“They were the best panels. The funniest ones.”

“Zeke. Please tell me you’re kidding,” you sneered louder than expected.

The lone man sitting sharing the train car with you scowled and went to the next one over.

“I needed to disengage! Summer was getting close to being over and I was thinking about college. I mean, this was fun—”

“Was? Was fun? As in it’s not fun anymore?”

He turned away and looked out the window. The cerulean sky was dotted with fluffy white clouds. The weather couldn't have been any more spectacular, a rare even temperature day in September. It was a shame it was being wasted on a mess like this.

“That’s not what I meant. What? Were we supposed to date and then I leave for school? That would’ve just made it worse.”

“... Hold on.”

“What?!”

He didn’t quite yell at you, but it was a tone you hoped to never be on the receiving end of. You’d seen him pull it with his dad constantly, and Eren maybe once or twice. But never you.

“First, you’re not allowed to talk to me like that.”

He lightly banged his head on the window, but remained silent.

“Second, if you were leaving for school you should be… not here right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay so why are you not gone?”

It was hard to make sense of any of this. Your feelings were hurt by how he was acting but you were more concerned with his vagueness.

“I didn’t get in,” he muttered in the littlest voice possible.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really.”

“And you didn’t tell me this because…?”

You wanted him to look at you so you could understand him. He was more than capable of hiding behind his words.

“I felt stupid… I… only applied to one school.”

Consoling him crossed your mind, but you knew he’d never accept it. The rest of the ride was in utter silence.

When you got off the train Zeke looked miserable. A melancholic fog hovered around him.

“Are you hungry?” you asked in a gentle voice.

“I guess.”

“I was thinking the ferry terminal might be cool. There’s a ton of crap there.”

He shrugged and started to walk ahead of you. You grabbed his arm, yanking him backwards. He turned and faced you, utterly bewildered.

“I thought we were hanging out.”

He sighed and adjusted his glasses.

“Good point. I don’t know why I did that. I have no idea where anything is in there anyway.”

“Listen, let’s get some overpriced food. Sit by the pier, watch the traffic on the bridge while we wait for the bus to the headlands. And, I don’t know, you can maybe talk to me?”

“I think I can do that.”

“Good because you said you were paying for everything and I didn’t ask my mom for any money,” you said, holding the door open for him.

When you walked in you were inundated with the smell of fresh baked bread. The inside was magnificent, natural light streaming through the windows of the nave. You walked through the marketplace, peering at every vendors’ wares.

“I want gelato. No wait, macarons. No wait, definitely gelato… Shit no actually—”

Zeke cut you off, stopping you drowning in indecision.

“Both. We’ll get both,” he said, patting you on the head.

The gelato shop ended up having an incredibly long line and neither of you were feeling patient enough to wait it out. Any hint of disappointment either of you felt melted away when you spotted the macaron stand.

You ordered a dozen of them without looking at the hefty price. Zeke winced as he pulled out his dad’s debit card. You could not give a shit. The macarons looked so precious packed away in their pastel pink and green box.

“Let me get the Earl Grey one,” he said as you both walked to the bakery that filled the terminal with the smell of fresh baked bread.

“Not yet!”

He rolled his eyes.

“You’re torturing me on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Kinda,” you said, getting in line to make him buy you a baguette.

“We should get fancy cheese to go with it.”

You weren’t in love with him by any means but you knew if he kept saying things like that you could be. He must’ve known it. He smirked at you the second he noticed your eyes get all wide at the mention of cheese. The disappointment between the two of you when you realized a hunk of aged cheddar would cost you an absurd amount of money was intense.

“What about the camembert?” Zeke asked.

“Twenty bucks.”

“You’re joking. It’s just fucking cheese.”

“Kid, no one’s saying you gotta buy it.”

“Kid?!”

You grabbed Zeke by the arm and dragged him away from the creamery. Getting out of there was your number one priority even if his artisan cheese induced anger was hilarious. You knew he was mere seconds away from going on a tangent about capitalism and dairy farms.

“Kid?!” he repeated as you led him into a gourmet grocery store.

You eyed the perfectly ripe avocados, rushing over to lightly squeeze one.

“They’re perfect.”

You grabbed three.

“That seems a little excessive,” he muttered.

“Oh hush, kid.”

“Seriously?!”

“Zeke, you literally call me ‘kiddo’ constantly. I hope the irony... is this irony? Whatever. I hope the irony isn’t lost on you.”

He read the back of a bag of trail mix.

“Good point.” He paused. “Do I like walnuts?”

You ripped the bag from his hands, saying, “No, it’s pecans you like.”

“I’m glad one of us remembers,” he replied, grabbing a different bag.

After you thoroughly spent his dad’s money on expensive food you sat by the pier to take inventory. Staring down at the box of macarons you realized that maybe twelve was too many for two people.

“You were right. Six would have been plenty.”

“I’ll have you know I’ve amended my stance on that.”

“Have you amended your stance on not telling me shit?

He sighed and looked at his phone.

“Bus will be here in five.”

“Come on! You’re lucky I’m even here with you. I thought about not showing up as some sick form of revenge for how you’ve been acting.”

“I don’t know what to say honestly. There’s no excuse.”

“I’m not asking for excuses. I’m trying to understand.”

He stood up and pointed at the bustling street behind you. A puff of exhaust smoke tickled your nose as you heard the squeak of old brakes.

“You can try to understand on the bus. Let’s go.”

The bus ride felt endless mostly because Zeke didn’t say much the entire time. Forty minutes of what you considered dead air. He’d occasionally comment on how choppy the waves were as the bus snailed across the bridge. He looked so dramatic, eyes narrowed, the side of his head pressed up against the cool window. You knew he was struggling trying to articulate his feelings but you couldn’t help yourself.

“You look so serious right now.”

He turned to you, looking like the definition of miserable. It seemed to be his default emotion for the day. Just as he went to open his mouth the bus driver slammed on the brakes. The crackly speaker mumbled the name of your stop and you both stepped off the bus.

A swift coastal breeze pierced through you. Shivers invaded your body. Your jacket did little to protect you. Without a word Zeke put his windbreaker over your shoulders. You went to say something but he spoke before you had a chance.

“I’ll be fine,” he muttered, wandering down towards the concrete ruins of a burned down natatorium. “I run warm. You know that.”

You hated yourself for knowing that. Many summer nights were spent curled up in a field, head resting on his chest, clinging to his body because you were always a little cold regardless of the season.

His windbreaker smelled faintly of cigarettes and laundry detergent. After pulling it on you trailed after him, carrying the food rather precariously. He turned around and saw you struggling to maneuver yourself down the hill in one piece.

“Shit,” he said, bounding up the hill, grabbing the baguette from you.

“Wow, thank you so much,” you snarked. “You can’t do this shit to me. The whole ‘let me do something really fucking sweet and then act like a clueless asshole the next’ act is tiresome.”

He lowered his eyes and said nothing. You wanted to shake him but, again, losing your footing and careening into the ocean would’ve been hell itself.

The ruins weren’t nearly as interesting as you thought they’d be. When you read about the place getting burned down by the owners in the 1940s for insurance money it sounded so intriguing. But now standing on the concrete ruins all you felt was disappointment.

Zeke sat down and watched as the tide came in and crashed against the ruins.

“I am sorry. You know that,” he murmured.

“I don’t though!” you exclaimed, opening the box of macarons.

Zeke’s hand snuck inside immediately and grabbed the Earl Grey tea one. It was almost as if it materialized inside the box.

“Basically my hubris destroyed my life.”

“That seems really dramatic.”

“It is. But there’s still truth to it. I assumed being an athlete would make up for my average grades.”

“Is that your wording or—”

He cut you off. “Mine. Obviously.”

“I always thought your grades were really good,” you said, biting into a macaron.

“Really good is apparently much more relative than I initially considered.”

“So something shitty happened to you and you decided to push someone that cares about you away?”

“Yeah,” he said, exhaling as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“You’re such an idiot.”

“Where did I say I wasn’t?”

You sighed.

“Good point… I don’t know. What you did fucked me up.”

“I know.”

“I literally had just told you I liked you.”

“I know.”

“And then you ignore me.”

“Yup.”

He reached into his jacket pocket, hand brushing up against your body, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

“Sorry. I should have taken them out before you, uh, put it on. That felt invasive.”

You stifled a laugh and patted yourself down for his lighter, handing it over once you found it.

“Do you mind?” he asked, holding up a single cigarette.

“Only if you let me have one.”

“You almost got sick last time.”

“Okay, well… The key word there is almost.”

He relented and handed the cigarette to you. You stared it down, hoping this time you’d be able to keep your cool. He lit it for you like a gentleman. One inhale left your eyes and mouth watering. Zeke plucked it from between your fingers.

“Oh god! Why!?” you called out to the heavens.

“I refuse to feel bad for you. This is the fifth time you’ve done this, kiddo.”

“Fuck you,” you said, spitting into the ocean trying to rid yourself of the taste. “Stop humoring me!”

“I am in no position to say no to you. I��m trying to get back on your good side, remember?”

You moaned and took a sip from your water bottle. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face. The tenderness nearly killed you.

“Why did you leave me hanging? You could’ve cried on my shoulder. These babies were made for crying,” you said, gesturing at your shoulders.

“Embarrassment.”

“Seriously?”

“Pride? I don’t know. Nothing I say is going to make sense. I was acting childish.”

“Okay true.”

“Everyone tried to tell me it was going to be fine, that everything would work itself out, but it didn’t change how idiotic I was.”

“You were confident. Overly. But not idiotic.”

“I also didn’t feel deserving of, you know, people being so fucking understanding.” He took a drag. “Even my dad was understanding which made me withdrawal from everyone out of spite.”

“I mean you saw all your jock friends so you didn’t withdrawal from everyone.”

He reclined, his body lightly thudding against the ground. He took another drag off his cigarette.

“Nope. I lied. I was holed up in my room, wrapped up in a blanket like a hermit,” he said, exhaling.

You bit into another macaron; you didn’t know what to say.

“I didn’t want to do it. I wanted to see you, but I, I don’t know, felt like I was stuck. I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“I saw you barf into your own hands at a party once.”

“Don’t.”

“You tried to carry it outside.”

He winced and finished off his cigarette.

“Please,” he begged.

“You wept and asked if I’d move to Bombay Beach with you.”

“Stop torturing me.”

“What I’m getting at is I have seen you in much more pathetic situations. You being depressed is way more manageable than you and your vomit hands… to me at least.”

Depression was significantly more complicated than cleaning up a drunk teenage boy. You knew that and kicked yourself for being so callous.

He laughed and put out his cigarette.

“Good point. You’ve definitely seen me at my worst.”

You both sat in silence and ate the macarons. However this time the silence was pleasant. You watched the waves flood over the ruins, leaving them covered with sea foam. A deeper understanding of Zeke’s situation had been granted to you. You were still hurt but at least you knew why he acted the way he did.

“What are your post-graduation plans?” Zeke asked as you both sat on top of a decrepit building used to store military shells. “I probably should have asked that earlier.”

It was your idea to check out the old military buildings nestled away in the hills. One battery touted a perfect view of the ocean. When you crested the hill you were blown away by the vastness of the Pacific. You knew it was big; you weren’t an idiot. But seeing it stretched out in front of you, seemingly endless, was awe inspiring.

“I’m gonna work at the nursery down the street from me, you know, tending to the plants and shit. I’m hoping I can save up enough money before I decide what to do in terms of college. I figure I’ll give myself a year.”

“See? Why can’t I think like you? That’s fun and reasonable.”

You laughed and nudged him with your elbow.

“I mean it kinda sucked realizing I couldn’t just afford to go to school. I dropped the ball on scholarships.”

He broke off a piece of the baguette and handed it to you.

“Eh, it happens.”

You bit into the baguette, savoring the tanginess of the sourdough.

“Could be worse. You could have died,” he quipped.

“The bar is on the floor then if that’s the case.”

“It’s the little things,” he said, resting his head on your shoulder.

You both stared out into the ocean, the sunlight glimmering on the waves.

“When’s the bus supposed to come?”

“An hour or so,” he replied.

“Am I… going to have to worry about you disappearing on me after this?”

“I’d like to think that I won’t. But I feel odd making any promises.”

“Why?”

“Because I’d rather not hurt you again.”

“I’m not asking you to sign a contract,” you giggled. “I just hope that summer isn’t the only thing that brought us together. That’s all.”

“I always assumed it was ditching class. Our benign rebellion.”

Zeke was able to go from dead serious to joking around so fast it made your head spin.

“You can be so obnoxious sometimes.”

“I only do it because I like you.”

“Really?”

He turned to you and pulled you into a hug, kissing your forehead.

“Yup. You’re stuck with me now. I dare you to try and get rid of me.”

It never occurred to you to do such a thing. This is what you always wanted, to be near him. To have his arms wrapped around you, his soft lips pressed against your skin. You needed to remember this moment, to hold onto it during the unkind winter. Every detail was crucial. How his hair got tousled by the salty, sea breeze. How his glasses fogged up when you threw caution to the wind and kissed him deeply. How awkward he was after and how he apologized for not being a good kisser.

“You’re too self conscious,” you said, wrapped up in his embrace.

“Well excuse me for wanting this memory to be special.”

He looked inhumanly adorable as the waning sunlight danced along the apples of his cheeks. The moment couldn’t get any more picturesque.

“It already is.”

#zeke yeager x reader #zeke jaeger x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan fics #shingeki no kyojin fics #zeke yeager fics #zeke jaeger fics #.fics #.aot #.zeke #x reader #reader insert

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My Story | S01E05: ZEKE X FIFTH SUPERCUT

Filipino Drama - 2023, 10 episodes

~ Episode List ~ | ~ Filipino Drama Master List ~ | ~ Official Links ~

#My Story #LGBTQ+#FDrama #Gay Romance #Gay Male Lead #Youth #Friends to Lovers #Asian Drama #Philippines #Hiro Shimoji #Jericho Del Rosario #Multiple Couples #ZekeFifth #Kiss Episode #Community Label: Mature

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21+. She/Her. Looking for some fandom roleplays. Please be 21+ to interact! 🌈

I plot on Tumblr and write on Discord but I'm willing to do everything on Discord, if you prefer it that way. I write in third person, past tense and semi-lit/lit (2-4 paragraphs average; sometimes more and hardly ever less). I try my hardest to get daily replies up but sometimes work, life, or writer's block gets in my way, and it more realistically takes me 2-3 days.

I'm mainly interested in canon x canon pairings (MxM preference but willing to do MxF or FxF). I might be talked into canon x OC (only MxM or FxF). I like canon and canon divergent plots. If it makes sense within the universe, I'll usually be okay with doing it. I don't have any triggers and do have a preference for writing smut for these (with a healthy dose of plot) but that's not a requirement.

All characters will be 18+!

I'll be listing my main muses, and next to them I'll list the character(s) I'm most dying to ship them with at the moment. In other words, on the left is the character I want to write as; on the right is the character I'd like you to write as.

I am open to doing other ships. These will just be the ones I'm most interested in at the moment.

On the left = bold means I have a lot of muse for that character ; On the right = italics means I'm especially interested in shipping my muse against that character right now.

Doctor Who:

Dhawan!Master - Any Doctor

Eleventh Doctor - Jack, Rory, Clara, Amy

Fifth Doctor - Turlough

Fourteenth Doctor - Jack, Rose

Second Doctor - Jamie

Sixth Doctor - Open to anything

Tenth Doctor - Jack, Simm!Master

Fantastic Beasts Franchise:

Albus Dumbledore - Grindelwald, Newt, Theseus

Theseus Scamander - Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Newt

Game of Thrones:

Alliser Thorne - Jon

Daenerys Targaryen - Margaery, Sansa, Jorah, Jon, Jaime

Jaime Lannister - Bronn, Dany, Sansa, Cersei

Margaery Tyrell - Dany, Sansa, Roose, Stannis, Joffrey

Petyr Baelish - Renly, Sansa

Roose Bolton - Stannis, Tywin, Margaery, Sansa

Stannis Baratheon - Roose, Davos, Margaery

Tywin Lannister - Roose, Aerys II

Grand Theft Auto IV:

Dimitri Rascalov - Faustin, Niko

Francis McReary - Niko

Gerry McReary - Niko

Mikhail Faustin - Dimitri, Niko

Niko Bellic - Dimitri, Francis, Gerry, Faustin, Ray, Packie

Ray Boccino - Niko, Phil

Harry Potter Franchise:

Barty Crouch Jr. - Lucius, Draco

Gilderoy Lockhart - Quirrell, Snape

Oliver Wood - Percy

Severus Snape - Lockhart, Quirrell, Harry, Lupin

House of the Dragon:

Daemon Targaryen - Laenor, Criston, Otto, Viserys, Laena, Rhaenyra

Marvel:

Benjamin Poindexter - Ray, Matt

Billy Russo - Frank, Curtis, Madani, Karen, Krista

Frank Castle - Billy, Matt, Curtis, Karen

Loki Laufeyson - Mobius, Thor, Grandmaster

Matt Murdock - Dex, Frank, Andrew!Peter, Wade, Foggy, Elektra

Nathan Summers/Cable - Wade

Peter Parker (Andrew only) - Dane!Harry, Matt, Wade, Tobey!Peter, Gwen

Ray Nadeem - Dex

Remy LeBeau - Open to anything

Tony Stark - Tom!Peter, Steve, Bruce, Strange

Wade Wilson - Matt, Andrew or comics Peter, Cable, Colossus, Logan, Dopinder, Vanessa

Saw Franchise:

Mark Hoffman - Strahm

William Schenk - Zeke

Scream Franchise:

Billy Loomis - Stu

Dewey Riley - Randy, Gale

Jill Roberts - Kirby, Charlie

Mickey Altieri - Randy

Richie Kirsch - Sam

Tolkien Legendarium:

Bard - Thranduil

Beleg - Túrin

Celeborn - Haldir

Curufin - Open to anything

Elrond - Glorfindel, Lindir, Thranduil

Haldir - Celeborn, Legolas, Aragorn

The Walking Dead:

Beth Greene - Rosita, Daryl, Rick, Negan, Shane

Gareth - Rick

Merle Dixon - Glenn, Rick, Daryl, Andrea

Paul Rovia - Daryl, Aaron

Shane Walsh - Rick, Beth, Lori, Andrea

If interested in doing something with me, please message me (highly preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

like if you're interested and op will get back to you

#doctor who rp #twd rp #saw rp #scream rp #fantastic beasts rp #harry potter rp #marvel rp #gta4 rp #game of thrones rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #21+ rp

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heretherebedork · 1 year

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I love jealous Fifth is and how oblivious Zeke is. It's adorable. I love these two so much more than the main couple. I also love their plot more, honestly, but that's because I can only handle so much kitchen drama before I check out.

#my story #my story the series #my story series #pinoy bl #bl drama #bl series #fifth x zeke #zeke x fifth #i love jealous boys okay?#and this is somehow cute jealousy #asianlgbtqdrama #asian lgbtq drama

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miss0atae · 7 months

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It's been a while since I've written something about Our Story but frankly the series is quite depressing. I'm so disappointed by most of the characters. Zeke who was a real green flag and a caring boyfriend in My Story is absolutely the worst guy ever in this new season. I felt so sad for Fifth who is by far my favorite character. I also felt like his friends weren't really empathetic or nice to him at all. This poor boy is experiencing a terrible breakup. He is lost and so sad but no one seems to care or to understand him. I don't know why the screenwriter chose this direction for the series. I'm still watching hoping for a better outcome but at this moment I only wish for Fifth to find love with someone else than Zeke because he's not right for him.

I'm glad Only Friends was easier to watch. I really enjoyed this series with all the drama and messiness. I'm just a bit frustrated with what they did about Boston. I felt like his story didn't really end where it should have been. I don't mind that Nick and him didn't end up together (even though Mark and Neo's chemistry was incredible and I hope we'll be able to see them play again a couple in another series). I just felt like something was missing. I'm glad no one died like I feared and that all the other couples made it. The end was funny. It gives room for any theories we could make up. Mine is that Mew will fall for Mix's character because Top's face at the end wasn't really happy ; but it's just a fun and silly possibility xD. By the way they can give me Mix in any series with very few lines and I would watch it. I watched the Jungle just for him and that series was very bad ! Overall, I had a good time with Only Friends. Saturday will feel empty without watching this dysfunctional group of friends and their love stories.

#my thoughts #thai series #gmmtv series #thai bl #only friends the series #our story the series #my story the series #fifth x zeke #zeke x fifth #pinoy series #pinoy bl #Boeing I will miss you !#Mix's cameo was the cherry on top.

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taikanyohou · 1 year

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“We’re good, okay?” MY STORY (2023). Episode 6.

#my story #zeke x fifth #asianlgbtqdramas #asiandramasource #asiandramanet #dailyasiandramas #dramasource #boyslovesource #*#faiza gifs #they are INSANE ur honor.#DEAR GOD I AM GOING INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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gradienta · 1 year

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My Story The Series EP6-EP9

Oh, to be young, horny and shameless... what a life.

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D Congrats :'D

Wow, now he's totally pregnant.

I think peak being in love and horny for your lover is when you try to understand how to get intimate when you have an injury.

Big SKAM and T8S vibes.

"What do you want? To be loved? Or to be used? Or both?" "Both."

KinnPorsche vibes

The photoshoot scene - TITANIC VIBES

#my story the series #zeke x fifth #gradienta on bl shows

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jjkeremika · 1 month

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all or (Formula) n(One)

chapter three: Saudi Arabia Grand Prix

ch1; ch2

ferrari driver! eren jaeger x mechanic/engineer! mikasa ackerman

description: “Welcome to the 2024 Formula One Saudi Arabia Grand Prix. For those who are just joining in, what we are currently watching is the new lead mechanic at Ferrari physically signing the scarlet chassis of their newest and youngest driver, Eren Jaeger.”

“For the second time this season too, Martin, and based on those extraordinary results from Bahrain, if I were a betting man, I’d bet we will see that MKA signature paired with that driver number 139 racing for every podium this season.”

tag/disclaimer(s): written as camera angles and commentary between radio hosts (Alex and Martin); eremika (Ferrari driver! eren x mechanic! mikasa); friends to lovers dynamic

**Race Day, Saudi Arabia Grand Prix**

“It is a gorgeous night all the way from Jeddah. The camera showcasing a beautiful view of the four year old circuit under the flood lights as we prepare for the final event of the Saudi Arabia Grand Prix.”

“Quite right about it being gorgeous conditions, Martin, the track’s not too hot, there’s no forecast of rain, lots of space for DRS. I think we are about to have one of the best races for the young circuit.”

*all cars are undergoing the formation lap. the driver lineup and the grid are shown to the side of the live view*

“It was a tight qualifying yesterday for the top ten, all those drivers are very eager and hungry for some points during today’s race. In tenth place there we have the young Armin Arlet in his second season in the Williams, his best ever qualifying position in Formula One. Right in ninth is his more experienced teammate Connie Springer in the other Williams.”

“Jean Kirstein is having a tough time in that Mercedes this season, pulling a qualifying position of eighth. The worst starting position for his career. And right in hand with Kirstein, we have Erwin Smith starting seventh in the McLaren after facing a gearbox penalty, his worst start in about a decade.”

“Smith is going to have to push hard during this race to skate past that the row in front. On that row we have Bertoldt Hoover in the RB Honda in sixth, the best starting position of his career and for RB Honda this season.”

“It’s almost a shame, Martin, that timid Hoover is sandwiched between Smith and Porco Galliard in that scarlet Ferrari in fifth.”

“It’ll make for an epic start, Alex. To add to the excitement, we have a driver returning to Formula One after an off-season sitting in the other McLaren this Grand Prix: Zeke Jaeger, in fourth. Substituting in for Flock as he’s out for an undetermined amount of time with a pretty severe appendicitis infection.”

“That’s tough for Flock, can only hope for the speediest of recoveries—but, man, is it good to see Zeke back in a seat for this season. And even more, it’ll make for an interesting race today as we have his very own younger and arguably more successful brother in the fiery Ferrari in third.”

“I wonder if it was indeed his brother’s success in winning the first Grand Prix of the season that really inspired Zeke to come back into the sport. The orange McLaren no less. I believe he mentioned a soft retirement, but there’s nothing soft about him in that McLaren on those hard compact tires, that’s for sure.”

“It’ll be a family reunion to remember as Eren Jaeger starts in the same row. An elegant start to this race weekend after shocking the world and winning his first Grand Prix in Bahrain.”

**camera zooms in on the front of the Ferrari car 139, the MKA circled signature neatly displayed. camera zooms in on helmeted Eren Jaeger in the seat, pulling his visor down and waving. the crowd cheers**

“I mean, listen to that loud Ferrari cheer. Possibly the most dedicated fan base in the sport.”

Alex laughs. “Well, Martin, are they Ferrari fans or Jaeger fans? With third on the grid today, I’m assuming he’s looking for a repeat victory.” He pauses and returns to the grid order. “Topping off the grid we’ve got another Redbull 1, 2, with Reiner Braun in first and Levi Ackerman in second.”

**cars lining into position after the formation lap. camera focuses on safety car lining up behind. lights turn on in ascending order**

“You can see the sweat on that Redbull team principal’s brow as you just know Ackerman is itching to beat his teammate this season—2023 world champion Reiner Braun—when perhaps the real competition is in his rear-view mirror.”

**five lights go out. cars start down the straight towards the first corner**

“That’s lights out as we have now begun the first lap as Braun maintains the lead with yet another brilliant start. Ackerman and the Jaeger brothers extremely close behind with great starts themselves.”

“This’ll be really quite thrilling, Martin, having two brothers racing against each other for opposite teams in the paddock. I’m not sure that’s ever happened before.”

“If my formula two, three, and four history is correct, these brothers have never professionally raced each other outside of karts.”

“Honestly, Martin, I’m just glad to see Zeke back in a seat after being replaced by veteran Miche Zacharius, who started and is currently keeping that Mercedes in fifteenth position.”

*drones follow the group of four cars (Smith, Hoover, Galliard, and Zeke) as they clump around the corner. Zeke pulls away from Galliard, but Smith passes Hoover).

“From all appearances, so he is. Look at the way Zeke is defending that fourth position from Galliard in the second Ferrari. An excellent defense from the older driver, who is now leading off into the first DRS zone.”

“And what a great maneuver by Smith back at turn 4, going around the inside of Hoover who just hasn’t felt out that RB Honda enough to defend that sixth place position.”

“Look at how that McLaren speeds down those straights even without DRS enabled, Alex. You can see it with Smith, and you can see it again with Zeke as the camera brings us back to the driver entering his first Grand Prix with McLaren after a successful two seasons with Mercedes.”

*drones follow Zeke in the orange McLaren. Porco is close behind in the other Ferrari.*

“I wonder if he’s starting to sweat, sandwiched between two Ferrari’s. One of them Eren Jaeger, no less, who’s off to a brilliant start for the race.”

*camera cuts to eagle-eye view of Eren Jaeger in Ferrari car 139, close to the Redbull in front.”

“And what’s remarkable, Alex, is the sight of that MKA from up above.”

“It’s like I’m pavlov-trained, Martin, I get excited just seeing it! A visual confirmation of a podium-worthy car. A competitive, championship-worthy chassis.”

Martin chuckles. “Assuming no one bumps or crashes into him. Let’s check in with his radio:”

*Ferrari radio to Eren Jaeger goes off.*

“Eren, Zeke in the McLaren is 1 second behind. 1 second behind,” the race engineer informs.

“I don’t give a fuck about Zeke. What about the redbull?” Eren’s voice is still audible despite the static and helmet.

“We are 0.5 seconds behind Ackerman, 2.5 seconds behind Braun.”

*camera follows Ferrari car number 139 around the track as it heads down the straight, into a DRS zone*

Martin’s laughing. “What we just heard is Ferrari’s race engineer telling Jaeger, ‘look, our battle is with the McLaren behind us that’s about to barrel down that straight.’ With Jaeger saying, ‘No. My pace is good, this car is good. My race is with the Redbulls ahead.’”

“You have to admire the tenacity of the young drivers now, Martin, they grew up in these faster karts, racing each other, chasing for these podiums. It’s especially true for these two brothers.”

“Well, Alex, I do wonder if perhaps it is because that McLaren is operated by his brother that Eren dismissed the team’s strategy so openly.”

*lap 35. drones follow Ferrari car 139 as it chases behind the Ackerman in the Redbull. The orange McLaren is extremely close behind the Ferrari*

“We are about to see the battle for third podium position as the Jaeger brothers exit turn 23 into the third DRS zone.”

“That McLaren is doing surprisingly well on those old tires keeping up with that MKA Ferrari. Eren cuts the corner slightly early to defend from Zeke, and ends up oversteering maybe a tad too much into turn 24.”

“McLaren fans everywhere hoping the younger driver left an opening for the veteran to slip through. Both cars are enabling DRS as Zeke tilts to the outside to go the long way around the scarlet chassis.”

*the orange and red cars barrel down the straight towards turn 26. The nose of the McLaren is starting to inch ahead*

“There’s something no team has been able to match this season or last season, Martin, and that is McLaren’s ability to reduce that drag and speed down a straight. Look at how that orange McLaren is nosing ahead.”

“Eren Jaeger is pushing that Ferrari hard to keep that space between the McLaren and the edge of the track and—oh!”

*Zeke cuts the corner early, tries to force Eren onto the brakes to convince him to back down and fall back into fourth position.*

*Eren doesn’t brake or turn in time. The Ferrari drives over the top of the McLaren halo. The bottom of the Ferrari gets caught on the front of the McLaren chassis. Both cars skid off the track into the barrier. Both cars are DNF (did not finish) and are retired from the race*

“With Zeke’s sudden turn there, that Ferrari had a front wheel lockup and ran right over the top of that McLaren. With only 15 laps to go, Eren and Zeke Jaeger are out of the race!”

*Ferrari car radio:*

“Eren, are you okay?” It’s Mikasa asking instead of his race engineer.

“For fucks sake!” Eren groans and hits the steering wheel in frustration. “He pushed me off the track! Left me no fucking room!”

“Yeah, I agree. Vasseur is talking to the stewards now.”

Eren scoffs at the situation. “Sorry about the car.”

She chortles. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll make a new one.”

*camera focuses on Eren hopping out of the car and walking over to the McLaren. Zeke makes his way out of the car around the same time Eren stalked over to the McLaren driver’s seat.*

*McLaren car radio:*

“Zeke, you okay?” the race engineer asks.

Zeke ignores the race engineer and shouts to Eren instead. Pointing aggressively. “You fucking asshole! Were you even thinking?!”

*Zeke shoves Eren on the side of the track. Both still have their helmets on. Eren reciprocates the shove*

*Heard over Eren’s microphone.*

“That’s what fucking happens when you don’t make room!”

*Heard over Zeke’s microphone*

“Learn to fucking drive!”

*drones pan out over the wreckage*

“For those of us listening in, what we just witnessed was— Well, what exactly did we just witness, Martin?”

“While we await to hear an official verdict from the stewards, but from up here it seems like Zeke tried to push his younger brother off the track. A move that resulted in both of them being out of the second Grand Prix of the year.”

“Thank goodness they’ve both walked away just from that accident, Martin.”

Martin chuckles. “Yes, it’s great they walked away from the crash but now the two brothers are being pulled apart off the track. Look at how Eren Jaeger is being dragged and sent walking back to the paddock.”

“Definitely needed a cool-off lap. I’m sure he was intent on winning this Grand Prix too and now that opportunity has been lost. Stolen from him one could say, along with all those championship points he could’ve scored.”

“As if tensions weren’t high enough in the family, with Zeke being dropped by Mercedes the same year Eren is picked up by Ferrari. now the two have crashed into each other and prevented both from finishing the race.”

“Well, Martin, a shame for those two drivers but you can practically hear the smile and wave from Smith and Galliard as they now pass the wreckage and have that chance to fight for that podium.”

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