gentle doesn’t mean innocent · Y/n story by @megumiswife

The car’s engine cuts out with a tired shudder, leaving behind the ringing silence of a long drive finally over.

Eren Yeager

unbuckles his seatbelt with a loud click Seven hours. I told you we should’ve taken the interstate.

Mikasa Ackerman

The interstate was backed up for miles. You saw the alerts.

Armin Arlert

voice quiet from the backseat The GPS says this is it. The blue one.

Through the dusty windshield, the house sits a short walk from the beach, its siding faded by salt and sun. The front door is bright turquoise. Behind you, the sound of another car door slamming.

Jean Kirstein

leaning out of the driver’s side of the second car If anyone says “are we there yet,” I’m turning around.

Sasha Braus

practically tumbling out of the passenger side I can smell the ocean! And also… grilled something? Is there a grill?

Connie Springer

hopping out after her All I smell is Jean’s cheap air freshener. Pine-scented regret.

Eren Yeager

already out and stretching Keys are under the mat. Let’s move. I want to see if the waves are any good.