From Two Different worlds [Reader Insert]

Chapter 13

"Has he always been like this?" you looked up at the giant, who surprisingly, barely started sweating. It was cute, in an odd way.

"Not really," he shrugged.

You both continued to watch until he finished, god knows why he's peeling potatoes. Sasha is too focused on the boar meat and has not said a single thing about anything else. "Why are you peeling potatoes? Did Sasha tell you?" A loud gasp left the mouth of the big brawny dude as he came into realization that there really was no point in peeling all those potatoes. That he wasted a good fifteen minutes of his life.

Trying to be positive you sat next to him and made him face you. Taking the potato peels you placed them onto his face. At first, it was random, though within seconds you took artistic freedom and tried making it so he appeared like the armored titan. There wasn't anything better to do so why not. As you did this Reiner and Bert were having a conversation.

"Hey, Bert. Doesn't he look a bit familiar with the potato peels on his face?" you motioned the giant to look at his very well-built friend, "like he reminds me of someone, but don't know who."

Bertoldo looked at his friend's face before becoming a sweating mess. Reiner, wanting to see what the problem was, took a metal tray to see his reflection. "Ha, I look like the armored titan!" he joked with a very cheerful expression. Squinting your (e/c) eyes, you debated about what he had said.

"Yoooo, I can see that! Right, Bertolt?" you looked up to the boy with a drip. He simply avoided eye contact as he swallowed.

"I don't see it really," he replied.

"C'mon Bertolt, lighten up!" Reiner stood up and hit his friend's shoulder in a friendly manner.

"Reiner, we're warriors," he scolded.

Reiners expression went from happy to a 'and I oop' real fast. "You know what, I don't look like that thing at all. My hair is blond, unlike its silver." He went on a rant saying how they both appear different. Though kept describing the armored titan in detail. So much that it concerned you because they were things you had not noticed while watching the show.

Rubbing off the peals of his face he continued, "not to mention one is more attractive-"

"-dude, you are concerning me. Like what the fuck, I'm starting to think you find it attractive as you are describing it in big detail."

"No! I find you attractive, and you are a very pretty girl-"

"Reiner, calm down and don't call me that," you awkwardly started to hold onto Bertolt's sleeve, "I don't know how to tell you this, but your friend is a weirdo."

"I know."

"Wait, what."

"Thanks, again. For helping me that is," the tall boy pushed a little cart holding plates for the superiors who were visiting. You followed closely behind with your own little cart. It was dark and the cooking event was being held outside, for some odd reason. Since you had helped Bertholdt in the kitchen, and Reiner was still not available, you decided to help him out with serving your superiors.

"I have expectations, (Y/n)," Nile commented as he prepared for the meal that was made for him.

Forcing a smile you served him, "Of course, Mister Nile. Nothing but the best."

You had served everyone but Pyxis, seeing as he would be eating whatever the competitors had prepared him. Meaning that you had accidentally prepared an extra steak. However, you decided you would eat it. Meat is a luxury so you might take the opportunity and eat it.

After all, you never were the type of person to let food go to waste.

Bert had excused himself while you stayed and took a seat between the scouts and the garrison. To your right sat the woman from the garrison and to your left sat big brother Levi. Your interest wasn't in the judging but rather in the meal in front of you.

"You still eat like a pig, (Y/n)?", asked Levi as he watched with slight disgust. You had a tendency to just consume any meal that was different, of course in a good way. Unlike Levi who was very clean when he ate, like, napkin towel thing on his lap kind of thing.

Swallowing your food and cleaning your face with the napkin on your hand you gave him a strange look, "if it makes you feel better, I'm the cleanest person from the 104th cadets."

"That doesn't make me feel better, in fact, it disgusts me that you're surrounded by these people." He squinted his eyes at you before looking at the stage, where commander Pyxis had remained frozen after taking a bite of Sasha's meal, "I hope you have been doing a good job with your training, especially if you're thinking of joining the scouts."

"Oh, I'm definitely trying my best. I'm not the strongest nor the smartest, but hey, I'm not doing bad at all," you defended yourself. It was obvious that he was worried, in his odd way. Which is calling you pig, for some reason.

The rest was mostly silent, with the exception of a question of how the past year has been and all. Big brother had recently become a squad leader and had a few talented soldiers with him. You said that it is something like the Levi squad to which he replied with, 'basically'.

When you finished your meal, which was rather fast because you enjoyed eating good food, you stood up and said later to the commanders. The exit of the main area was quiet as the cadets watched Pyxis slowly eat the omelet Jean had prepared. Once he was finished everyone else was allowed to eat.

There were many reactions to today's food.

Some enjoyed it and were intrigued by the estranged flavor.

Then there were others who were ... crying.

"WHO DID THIS?!"

Damn.

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This also took a while since Bert's character is a bit hard for me to type out. He is usually seen as an 'uwu smol baby bottom bean' or something like that. When really he is just nervous to grow attached with the people he is meant to, you know, unalive. So I feel like he wants to be besties, but then internalized racism. Like you know what I mean, you try to dissociate yourself from your peeps and tell yourself you're different from them and get dat privilege or something. NO? Just me, damn. I hate living in a red state. Anyway, I need to work on typing interactions of his character with Y/ns chaotic nature.

Sorry for not updating fast like I said I would, forgot I had FFA lol. My ego really did go up with the milk but fucking disappeared when I sucked at cheese. Well, I'll only be working now and I think in my free time I'll either be writing fic or playing video games for fun/to destress myself. June has just been a really busy month, again, my apologies. I tried finishing this before my b-day, but it's my b-day so I kinda failed? I got a cake form my aunt, name is spelt wrong but yummy cake non the less.

Also, someone bully me off of TikTok, like dm me, and be like "ayo bithc update this shit". LIke I have fun doing this but like my brain go "brrrr click clock app less go"

For those who read this in one sitting this is like, 120 pages of fanfic. Why are you like this? Who made you this sad? PLease go to sleep, its probably like 1 am.

My younger sibling: you look like Sammy from Jurassic world, y'know the show from Netflix.

Me: