"Jean! Julia!" A voice calls through the house.

Me and Jean are upstairs on the couch playing Mario Kart, because that's the only game I actually like to play. Despite the fact that I come in dead last every single time. Plus, I haven't for real played with Jean before, but he seems to be a good sport. Well, around me. If previously read fics have any plausibility to them, Jean is probably one of those people who throws the controller.

"We're up here, sweetheart!" Jean calls back.

I'm pretty intend on the game, do I kind of ignore this interaction. I also don't hear the footsteps coming up the stairs, so I'm pretty surprised when the door opens and in comes who I can only presume is Marco.

"Ah!" I shout out of shock, "Freckled Jesus!"

Oh, lord, does Jean start cracking up when he hears that.

"Hello to you too," Marco replies and smiles at me before walking up behind his boyfriend (?) and whispers in Jean's ear, "Thanks for getting her to call me that."

Jean just laughs even harder, but his laughs are cut off as Marco brings his lips to Jean's, effectively shutting him up.

I'm pretty sure, since I was in the room, it was only supposed to be a quick peck on the lips, but it soon became clear that the boyfriends would be occupied for a while.

Damn, this was my OTP making out in front of me. I didn't want to be that creepy kid that watched them as they made out – who am I kidding, I so wanted to be that creepy kid that watched them as they made out – but I figured, they were expecting me to leave. So I did. Very, very, very reluctantly.

That didn't stop me from listening at the door. (Oh, don't give me that look. Can you tell me honestly you wouldn't be doing the same thing? That's what I though.)

Well, I can say one thing about my guardians(?). They are fucking loud. I mean, I don't even think they were doing anything that sexual, before Jean was moaning Marco's name. God, I could hear the chairs getting knocked down. From the sound of it, Jean and Marco were on the carpet.

I hoped they stopped soon, it would be a real pain in the ass to try and wash jizz out of the carpet. (Yes. I just said that.)

Never mind. This was too much. Plus Jean and Marco, probably wanted their privacy.

Whatever, I guess I'll go read some fanfics, since I have the free time. I walk back down the stairs right as Jean starts screaming out Marco's. Oh my God. It took nearly all my will power not to turn around, but I kept going.

Y'know, now that I think about it, isn't a little weird that Jean and Marco don't try to hide their sex lives from the fourteen year old? Or not even hiding it, but at least making sure she was out of the room before they *cough cough* started?

Is that how it works in other households? Maybe my family is just really conservative.

Oh, and just so we're clear, I'm not really complaining, I'm just perplexed.

Anyway… I head back to my room, and I get this weird feeling, like something's missing in my room, but I don't really pay attention to it, and just pick up my IPhone (Thor case, it's really cute by the way) so I can start reading that Ereri fic where I left off earlier today. But it's not coming up in IBooks. (Clarification: I download fics from Ao3, and you can open those is IBooks. It's actually really helpful, and I don't have to use up data when I read fics when I don't have wifi.) All I see is a blank white screen. I tap the library button.

Fuck. It seems as though all the SnK fics I had had saved had gotten deleted. All that was in my library were a few Merthur and Jasperico fics from a long time ago, that I hadn't gotten around to deleting yet. (And of course, the actual books I had bought off the IBooks store.)

I guess it wasn't that big of a deal; all of the ones I really like, or was still reading, I knew the titles to. (Yeah. That's what I devote my memory to. No wonder I nearly failed math.) It was just going to be a pain having to go on Ao3 and find all of them again.

Wait.

What am I talking about? I have them bookmarked. God, Julia, you are such an idiot.

I open Ao3 on safari, and check the bookmarks page.(Still on my phone, just so you know. I feel the need to explain that I don't have my own computer, so a majority of what I do is on my phone.)

One Drarry fic. What the fuck? Where did all the other fics go?

I look around my room increadoulsly. And that's when I notice why my room seemed a little off. You see, I keep all my mangas, anime, etc. in my room on this shelf.

I have nearly every volume of Snk, and I also bought the dvds, because we had a car trip, and I wanted to watch it on while in the car. But on my shelf, there is a massive gap, right where my Attack on Titan stuff had been. (Damn, that stuff had been expensive, at least, it had been for a 14 year old who didn't have an allowance.)

And then, on my walls. I don't have too many posters on my wall, but I did have two Attack on Titan ones. And guess what? Oh, I bet you'll never get it.

They were missing.

Time to check the closet to see if the SnK hoodie I had just gotten a few months ago was still there.

Of course it wasn't.

It seems as though everything in my life that was Attack on Titan related in my life had disappeared, and in their place, I had gotten the actual characters.

Wow.

My life is fucking awesome. I have got to tell Brooklyn about this. Chances are, she will completely freak, even though, she only go through episode seven of AoT.

I reach for my phone, and dial her number. I don't even bother checking my contacts, I know her number, and don't want to waste time looking for it in my contacts, when it's faster to dial it by hand.

It connects after only two rings, which is unusual for Brooklyn, but whatever.

"Julia," a voice on the other line says, "Is something wrong? We're still on for dinner at your house tonight, right? Nothing bad came up with Gina, right?"

Oh, shit. That wasn't Brooklyn. God! I AM SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT! Of course, If people in my life are being replaced with fictional characters, why would some people stay the same? Especially someone close to me?

I kinda want to know who replaced Brooklyn in my phone, so I go into my contacts, and first thing I notice, none of the names are the same. I have Jean, Marco, Eren, Levi, Mikasa, Armin, Ymir, Christa, and well you get the idea. I look through all of the numbers till I have a match for Brooklyn's number, except, it's not Brooklyn's number anymore. It's Sasha's.

Sasha Springer, to be exact. I guess her and Connie are married. Well, I'll have to wait until this dinner to be for sure.

In the meantime, I guess I'll have to read fics for another fandom. Or I could watch some shows on Netflix. Or I could, like, read actual books. Nah.