please me ; eren yeager x oc

crack

The weekend brought the group together at Armin's place, his spacious living room turned into a cozy hangout spot, with blankets and snacks spread around. The plan was to unwind, catch up, and take a break from the whirlwind of classes and extracurriculars. Everyone trickled in, chatting and laughing—yet the air held a certain tension, especially whenever Emma and Sasha were in the same room. Since the accident, everyone was on edge, and Emma's addiction was an unspoken weight on the group, adding an undercurrent of unease.

Emma arrived wearing a fitted, midnight-blue crop top with a high neckline and a pair of black jeans that hung loosely on her thin frame. She wore a hint of lip gloss and some smoky eyeliner, but her eyes looked distant, unfocused. She had taken something before she came, her hands shaking just slightly as she clutched her phone.

Sasha, meanwhile, wore a cozy, oversized burgundy hoodie with black leggings, her usual laid-back style giving her an approachable vibe. Her face, usually so open and warm, was tight tonight, her brow furrowed as she glanced at Emma across the room. Sasha had been worried about Emma for months now, but tonight, something in her snapped.

It started small—a tense exchange between Sasha and Emma about Sasha's refusal to take a drink Emma offered her.

"Come on, live a little," Emma said, holding out the bottle with a careless grin. "You're always so uptight."

"I'm not uptight," Sasha replied, her voice stiff as she pushed Emma's hand away. "I just don't need that crap to have a good time."

Emma rolled her eyes, her smile fading into an annoyed glare. "You don't know what you're talking about, Sasha. Just because you're too scared to try something—"

"I'm scared?" Sasha's voice raised a notch, her face reddening as she glared back. "You're the one who can't go five minutes without something in your system. Look at yourself, Emma!"

The room went silent as everyone's heads turned toward them, sensing the brewing storm. Eren, sitting on the couch with a tense expression, opened his mouth as if to intervene, but he hesitated.

Emma's face hardened, her eyes narrowing. "At least I'm not some sheltered little kid who thinks she's better than everyone."

Sasha's jaw clenched, her fists balling up at her sides. "I'm not better than everyone, but I sure as hell am better than you right now."

The words cut deep, and Emma's face contorted with anger. She lunged forward, shoving Sasha hard enough that she stumbled back, nearly losing her footing.

"You don't get to talk to me like that!" Emma shouted, her voice cracking. "You have no idea what I've been through."

"And you think this is helping?" Sasha's voice was filled with frustration, her own anger bubbling over as she regained her balance. "Hurting yourself, hurting us—do you think any of this is okay?"

Emma didn't answer; instead, her hands shot forward, grabbing Sasha by the shoulders in a vice grip. Before anyone could react, Sasha's hand swung out, catching Emma across the face with a loud, resounding slap.

Emma staggered back, clutching her cheek, her eyes wide and wild. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, and a stunned silence filled the room as she touched her split lip, looking at the blood on her fingers.

"Oh, you're dead," she hissed, launching herself at Sasha with a scream. The two of them crashed to the floor, a chaotic tangle of limbs as they grappled, each girl shouting and cursing in a frenzy of anger and frustration.

"Stop! Both of you, stop it!" Eren's voice was frantic as he moved forward, trying to separate them, but Emma swung wildly, her fist grazing Eren's arm as he tried to hold her back.