★brunette bastard : e.jaeger ﹆🐟⨯

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"Y/N WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING?" SASHA ASKED. all the females, historia, ymir, mikasa, sasha, and i were all laying on the towels next to our belongings. the boys currently were playing volleyball near the shore line, a very eventful game to watch. i must say.

"i'm a clothing designer." i replied proudly.

"woah! that's so cool!" she beamed. i nodded excitedly, smiling. "hm, historia do you see a bag of chips over there?" sasha asked. the response was silent but ymir threw a bag of chips right at sasha.

"don't interrupt our cuddling." ymir snarled.

"right, thanks anyways!" sasha cheered. she opened the bag of chips and began eating. i can see why eren said i'd fit in with them in a way, but at the same time I felt guilty because i just... came here that's really all there is to it.

"say, when is the wedding?" i asked the couple that snuggled together closely on the sand.

"not to sure, i only engaged to her not long ago." ymir replied. historia agreed with her words. i let out an acknowledged hum and continued to watch the boys in the distance.

"y/n?" sasha's voice spoke once again. i turned to her and she looked directly at me, around her mouth covered with potato chip crumbs.

"yes?"

"are you and eren dating?" she questioned.

"no! never. that brunette bastard is... no! i'm not dating him or like him, he's stupid and arrogant." i exclaimed flustered for some reason. my face was burning and sasha just smirked.

"oookaayyyy!~" the brunette sang. "oh would you look at that, jean and eren are beating each other up again."

"not a surprise." ymir yawned.

"i'll go stop them." mikasa finally peeped.

"when the hell did you wake up?" i asked her. "no, i'll go stop them. you sleep." i stood up and mikasa didn't waste another moment to lay down again, resting her head. i ran on the hot sand, my feet slightly sinking each step.

"shut the fuck up, suicidal maniac!" jean yelled.

"oh, stop calling me that, horse face!" eren retorted. connie and armin sat back ignoring everything.

"hey, you two." i growled and looked at their eyes. jean's hand was on eren's left wrist as eren right hand was getting ready to throw another punch onto jean's face. "stop fighting."

"and what are you gonna do?" eren sassed and went to continue to punch jean. meanwhile, jean just stayed quiet looking at me which was kind of embarrassing. i sighed and grabbed eren's balled up fist from above jean's head, then wrapping his arm around mine. i pulled his body from jean and surprisingly he didn't have a problem with it. "what are you doing?"

"cooling you off, the water should be cold enough." i deadpanned and dragged him into the vast salty body of water.

"but, i don't want to get my hair wet."

"you fucking bastard!" jean yelled and began running after eren. i sighed and stood in front of him, jean stopped in his tracks.

"stop fighting, it's childish." i growled. jean once more stood in shock. "now, you. get your hair wet i don't care about what you want." armin and connie followed jean as he watched me mess around with eren.

3rd pov

"connie..."

"you already wiped your trust on me once, you don't need to do it again." connie sighed.