***reverb spoilers (ish)*** and some more crack cause I need it today

influencer (y/n) definitely forgets that you’re rich sometimes and is still stuck in the ways that you were raised on in a single parent household. For example, you’ll spend two bands on your new hairstyle or shoes but it’ll be a cold day in hell before you spend more than $3 on a box of cereal and boyyyy, does it grind Eren’s gears. “Princess, I understand not spending unnecessary money but why the fuck I gotta eat these? Fruit Rings, seriously? That’s not even a damn toucan on the box. That’s a crow. A crow, (y/n)! That can’t be good for anybody.” “It tastes the same, Eren. My granny used to buy these for me all the time and I’m fine.” “What you are is cheap.” And he’s so confused because he could’ve sworn his black card has a $700 Sephora charge from yesterday so why he has to eat like he’s on commissary, he doesn’t know. But he doesn’t bother to argue because it’s pointless. Or, when it’s Saturday morning and he’s finally getting some much needed rest, only to hear Fantasia and Mary J. Blige playing downstairs, loud as hell. And you, in shorts, big t-shirt and a bandana tied around your hair..mopping and humming like someone’s divorced mama of three. “(Y/N), it’s ten am, why are you up cleaning like you’re in goddamned bootcamp? That’s what we have housekeepers for..” But he has no idea the can of worms he just opened!.. “Right. And you have two perfectly good legs and arms, meaning your ass could’ve been up helping me a hour ago. You know what you are, Eren? Spoiled. When’s the last time you picked up a broom? Hmm? Do you even know how to iron your own clothes? A lil’ cleaning and life skills ain’t gone kill you.” Then you go on to tell him how you’d help your granny clean the house every Saturday and it helped you become a hard working woman. Which now that you’ve guilt tripped him, this multi-millionaire recording artist is in the living room, singing Free Yourself with tears in his eyes as he dusts the tables and TV stand. And every weekend, just like you and every other child that looked like you had to experience, he gets the same trauma! Rolling around in his silk linen sheets, kicking his feet and crying because he can hear Keith Sweat playing from the flatscreen.