A/N: So sorry for the wait! My computer was being a little bitch.

calleyrose - I... never thought about that... hmm. Just calling it "the bar", that is.

Tennu - I have no experience, so I cannot. Sadly.

Maru de Kusanagi - Good, I was hoping it wouldn't be too inaccurate. It's a good idea to have someone with you, I think.

huangangelin - What? Lemon? Isn't that some sort of fruit? Kidding. But I don't have the experience to write it, so... Implied, perhaps?

layer14 - Denial isn't just a river in Africa. (On Eren's part)

arisanightray - You really don't have to apologize, because I don't normally start reading fanfics until they're at least six chapters in. The fact that you read it and liked it makes me happy!

Eren and Levi sat in the car in silence. The car wasn't moving, and neither were they. Finally, Levi reached into his pocket. He had an idea a little bit ago, before he had called Eren.

"Eren," he said, making the brunette jump, "Let's make a deal."

"What kind?" asked Eren, his interest immediately piqued.

"Let's play a game. If I win, you have to tell me what's going on. If you win, you don't."

Eren thought for a moment. If he could win against Levi... "What game?"

"Pocky." Levi said, bringing it out. Eren looked at Levi questioningly. Levi sighed. "Each of us puts one end in our mouths and eats. If you pull away, you lose."

"So, like Lady and the Tramp?" asked Eren. He could easily win this.

"Yes." Levi nodded.

"Okay." said Eren. Levi raised his eyes and pulled out some pocky, sticking it in Eren's mouth and biting down on the other end. Eren blushed at the closeness, but refused to pull away. Even when Levi started to move closer. And closer.

Eren squeezed his eyes shut as Levi closed the distance between them and their lips met. Eren felt triumph surge within him. He had won!

Levi reached behind Eren's head and spread his fingers through that soft, soft hair. He pulled Eren closer, earning a small gasp from the younger. He smiled against Eren's mouth.

Eren was the first to pull away, breathing heavily but looking triumphant. Levi rolled his eyes and hid a smile. The brunette looked happier now than he had all week, and he wasn't about to ruin that.

"You don't have to tell me." Levi sighed, leaning back in his chair and giving Eren a sideways glance. Eren's face was as red as a tomato.

Eren couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. Maybe he should tell Levi. He deserved to know, after all. Eren had been rude enough to avoid him...

"Levi." Eren said, tilting his head so he could see the older man. Levi raised his eyebrows. "Sorry. About avoiding you."

Levi was silent. Eren breathed in heavily, feeling his lungs stretch, and breathed back out.

"Um..." Eren began. Fear was starting to overtake him. He could feel it rise slowly from his stomach to his throat, cutting off all words. He was finding it hard to breathe, as if he was in a confined space. He felt tears prick at his eyes and he couldn't. Stop. Shaking.

"Eren?" asked Levi, concern dripping into his voice. Eren started gasping for air, throwing open the car door and crouching on the ground, tears now flowing freely from his eyes. He rocked back and forth, squeezing his eyes shut. His heart was beating so fast, his breath coming out in little puffs. His chest hurt. He was going to die.

All of Eren's rationality was flying through the window. Levi quickly got out of the car and knelt beside Eren, unsure of what to do. The kid was having a fucking panic attack. What should he do?

Eren needed to get out of there, away from the confined space between Levi and the car. Where would he go? His chest fucking hurt. He was shaking too hard to move, but he was so scared.

Eren started thrashing around. Levi cursed. Dammit, dammit, dammit!

Ymir and Christa walked out of a movie theater, having just seen the new Mortal Instruments movie and deciding that it was awesome.

Suddenly, Christa stopped cold, fear spreading through her chest. The man standing in front of them had messy dirty-blonde hair and a very unruly beard. He was the spitting image of Christa, or rather, she was the spitting image of him.

Ymir looked between the two, immediately making the connection and narrowing her eyes. Her eyes raked the man slowly.

"Like what you see?" the man said lazily, grinning. Ymir almost threw up.

"Hell," she said, grabbing Christa. She was trembling. Ymir felt anger rising inside her, but she couldn't beat up a man right outside of a fucking movie theater.

She dragged Christa through the crowd of people, taking note of the fact that Christa's father was following them. Christa's lower lips was trembling. Ymir leaned down and gave her a quick kiss, smiling gently.

"It's okay." she said soothingly. "I'll take care of it."

Christa smiled weakly, still not completely convinced. As soon as they had gotten away from all of those people, she realized that they weren't going to Ymir's house. She let a small smile touch her face. At least he wouldn't know where they lived. Where Ymir's (previously unmentioned) parents lived.

Suddenly, Ymir stopped at a small playground. Christa looked around nervously. There were no children, not this late at night.

"We just need him to attack first," whispered Ymir under her breath, "Then it will be self-defense."

Christa's father stopped a few feet away from them, taking in their surroundings and raiding an eyebrow at Ymir.

"Who are you?" he asked, his words slurring. He was drunk.

"Christa's girlfriend." said Ymir, jerking her head toward Christa as she did so.

"Girlfriend?" the man said slowly. Ymir resisted the urge to smirk and failed miserably, a smug look appearing on her face.

"Yup," she said, leaning down and planting a kiss on her surprised girlfriend's cheek. "She's mine now, fucker."

"She's..." the man said, clenching his jaw. "She's mine! Christa doesn't belong to anyone else. I'm her father, for fuck's sake!"

The man ran toward them. Christa shrank away, but Ymir grinned, punching the man square in the jaw as soon as he got close enough. Christa's eyes widened as her father fell to the ground with a loud thud.

Ymir whistled and shook her aching hand. "You've got quite the jaw there," she said, kicking him in the stomach. Christa's father wheezed.

"Stop." said Christa quietly. Ymir looked back at her, then down at the man coughing on the ground. She walked back over to Christa.

"Can we call the police now?" she asked. Christa stared at her dad, laying there in a crumpled heap. She sniffled and nodded.

Ymir smiled. "Good."

A/N: I was thinking, "What would I do if I were in Eren's place?", and a wave of panic washed over me. And then I realized I would probably have a panic attack. All of the pressure being put on Eren by Levi and his friends, his parents constantly frowning at him even at the mere thought of their son being gay...

Yeah. So, I gave him a panic attack. OOC? I don't think it's really out of character since he's had a lot of pressure put on him, but, y'know.