An: I'm posting this bc this was in my drafts for too long and I didn't edit too much of it , sorry.
Volume: I
The Audition
"Do you mind introducing yourself?"
Your eyes meet the lens of the camera, its unblinking gaze sending a shiver down your spine. You clear your throat, trying to steady your voice.
"Hello, I’m [Y/N L/N], and I’m auditioning for the part of Syphara. for Attack on Titan Season 4."
The words leave your lips shakier than intended. The room feels tighter by the second—claustrophobic even—and the silent onlookers surrounding the camera crew might as well be statues.
The paper in your hand crinkles as you grip the edge tighter, feeling the weight of the room pressing in. The space is small, almost suffocating, and a crowd of silent onlookers huddles around, their eyes fixed on you. You glance around quickly, catching the subtle exchange of glances between the casting crew. Sweat prickles at the back of your neck as you prepare to deliver your first line.
Your mouth slightly jars open to start the stream of words to come out.
You hit pause on the touchpad, your finger hovering over the play button as you squint at the screen. The cringe hits almost immediately as you watch your awkward introduction—that smile, stiff as hell.
"Omg I was so f [ ] -ing nervous,"you groan, dropping your face into your hands. It’s one of those moments where you wish you could just sink into the chair and disappear. You let out a deep breath, your legs stretched out in front of you as you shake your head. Why did I sound like a robot? Suddenly, your eyes anxiously bolden glancing over to the camera crew. "I'm so sorry, can I curse? "
"You're fine," a distant voice calls out.
A smile grazes your lips as you whisper a small, " Yay."
Hi I'm [ Y/N L/N] and I am with Lume Studios reacting to my audition tape"
You looked towards the camera crew. " Was that okay," you questioned, waiting for their approval.
"Yes"
"Are you sure because I can-,"
Laughter erupts throughout the room
shaking your head in embarrassment, you continue.
"Sorry... asking to many questions, I'll stop." Cheekily pursing your lips out.
"f[ ]k me," you chuckled tossing your hands in the air in faux disappointment
"This tape was shot around twenty-nineteen," your eyes meet the ceiling as you recalled the day.
"So I was about seventeen going on eighttee- or was I already eighteen," you paused in thought trying to get ahold of your terrible memory.
you paused in thought trying to get ahold of your terrible memory. “ F**k, I-I don't remember, but anyways,” rolling your eyes you continued.
“I just got off the plane from shooting a promo for another show and-, you swallow, taking a swift break for speaking. “ My manager called me, only saying three words, “Mappa. Studio. Now,”” you chuckled out loud at the scene playing out in your head.
A smile grew large on your lips as you tried to continue the story without a cackle, “ HAHA- I was like “ Oh, this is some serious sh*t”.
“So I literally hopped in a Uber, with my basic a** Steve Madden heels” you lifted a finger to point to the camera, “ shout out to Steve Madden.”
Laughter erupted around the room at your jab at the designer, and it was contagious. Before you knew it, your own laugh bubbled up, turning into a full-on fit. Your shoulders shook with every burst of laughter, and each one hit you harder than the last, like it was coming straight from your stomach.
After what felt like hours of uncontrollable cackles, the laughter finally died down enough for you to speak again. “But um, yeah... I went in jittery and nervous, practically on the verge of throwing up when I saw Isayama himself,” you reminisced, grinning at the memory.
You press play again, now watching yourself try to salvage it. You can almost feel your cheeks grow warm. “Great job, [Y/N]. Keep the charisma flowing,” you say to yourself sarcastically.
“Alright get him up there," a gruff voice boomed on the video.
Suddenly a full head of brunette hair appeared on the screen, its strands reached to the nape of the boy’s neck. Your skin felt as if it was lit aflame, heat pushing up into your veins. You remembered this all too well - the first time meeting him. The boy clutched the papers in his hands, as if waiting for something. He stood side to side by your younger self, you turned to greet the boy but stopped as he seemed to hypnotize you. But it wasn’t his stance that caught your attention—it was his eyes. Soft emerald green and sharp yet pointed in determination, they felt like they were pulling you in, making it hard to breathe for a second. He opened his mouth to speak, but before you could react, you snapped back to attention and turned, refocusing on the camera.
You swiped a faint smile across your face, eyes almost bulged out of its sockets.
Pausing the video, your finger hovering over the touchpad. The awkward expression was still plastered on the screen, a freeze-frame of your humiliation. Watching yourself like this felt like your past self was torturing your present, and you could practically feel the embarrassment trickling up your spine.
“What is that? What the actual f*ck am I doing?” Your jaw dropped in disbelief as you stared at the bizarre still frame. A few faint chuckles slipped out of the crew’s mouths as they watched your reaction.
The expression you had did the upmost of showing how flustered and easily moved you were by the boy’s presence, swear to god, kill me right now.
With a frustrated huff, you flopped back into your seat. “I’d like to have this tape just so I can burn it,” you muttered jokingly, shaking your head in disbelief you tried to fight the cringe that surged through you.
"I can say, being filmed while starstruck is definitely one of my reasons why," you laughed, a giggle slipping out. That definitely was a close call, but starstruck was just an underestimation of how it felt standing next to him.
Clasping your hands together, you repeatedly run your thumbs over each other, in hopes of soothing your lively nerves. "I wasn't exactly normal. That was actually filmed the same day I came down to Earth for the first time," you said, scrunching your eyes at the camera with a playful grin, keeping your tone light and content.
"No, but in all seriousness," you began, "this was my first time meeting my costar- Eren Jeager." You fought to keep your smile from spreading too brightly, knowing it could be misinterpreted—and that would end up plastered on every gossip blog and news outlet. Instead, you maintained a look of contentment mixed with sincerity, a careful balance you’d mastered over time, being the celebrity that you are.
"I watched the show before auditioning and was blown away by his performance, so actually being beside him... just wowed me," you said, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the jewelry on your wrist. A slight buzz grew in your stomach , and the shyness crept up on you like a tide slowly pulling you under—steady, warm, and completely overwhelming, making it harder to keep your composure. "I mean, it's crazy. I was nervous to play a new character, especially since this is the last season. But my character gets introduced during the time when Paradis is... well, conversing with anti-Marleyans. Which, if I’m not mistaken, in the actual show it's between the end of season 3 and the early part of season 4," you added, your voice trailing off as your nerves began to bubble up again.
You press play again, letting the rest of the video roll as you and Eren begin reading lines back and forth.
A soft smile tugged at your lips, growing brighter as you watched your younger self with him—awkward, eager, and completely caught up in the moment. It pulled you into a warm memory, one of the earliest sparks of your friendship with Eren.
But just as you began to sink into the nostalgia, the present yanked you back. A voice off-camera broke through the quiet hum of the tape.
"So, how has your relationship with Eren changed from then to now?"
You blinked, momentarily dazed, realizing you were still being interviewed. A burning sensation set ablaze on your cheeks as the question sent a jolt of nerves straight through your system.
By your constant ramblings, you forgot that there were questions that need to be answer. The room fell into silence.
Your eyes darted around, searching for an answer—specifically, one that wouldn’t expose you.
Just as you were about to answer the nerve-wracking question, a soft chime buzzed from your phone, breaking the silence like a whisper.
“ Speak of the devil,” you whispered, cursing as his name as “EJ ✨” flashed on your screen.
Just as you were trying to keep what's been growing between you two quiet, the universe seems to have other plans. You hadn't spoken to Eren all day and conveniently didn't tell him you were doing an interview today. And to make it even worse, this wasn't just some regular call, it was clear as day plastered on your phone “ Incoming FaceTime call.”
Now desperately wanting to imprint your hand into your face, your eyes pulled away from the device, glancing towards production and your team, your face pleading with them to not answer the blaring phone. Crystal, your manager, who stood off to the side of production, who's worked along yours side for years and only wants the best for you, lowered her eyes in a “ answer the goddamn phone” kind of expression. The look she gave you only deepened the pit in your stomach, piling even more grief on top of what you were already feeling. Taking a quick breath, trying another attempt at stifle your anxiety, your finger taps at the green button on the screen
“Hey,” his voice called out, smooth yet captivating, that single word fell out of his mouth, made you melt. Taking a moment to muster up a response, you cleared your throat, “ Ahem- hey.” Eren's eyes scan you over through the phone, admiring your glammed up beauty. “You uh- busy?”
“Uh-kinda, i'm on a uhh..set,” your eyes shifted between his eyes and the computer, the video showed a new close distance of you and eren when reciting a different scene. You remember how fast your heart beat then and how it's beating that now, it's all because of one thing or one person in particular. Your eyes fell back down to Eren’s gaze, his bright emerald eyes, so full of want and love. The look sent shivers down to your core. The murmurs of production plopped you back into the reality of this interview.
As you fixed your lips to give Eren a quick send off, Crystal’s voice echoed out a quick,” Hey Eren,” the vibrations of her words shaking you and the entire studio.
“Is that crystal,” his eyebrows perked up in surprise.
“Yeah,” you whispered while letting your palm rest over your forehead. You wanted this to be over. The amount of embarrassment you've endured is beginning to weigh you down.
“Hey crystal,” he answers back warmly to the enlivened woman behind the camera, as if this wasn’t one of the most humiliating moments of your life.
Eren’s eyes flicked back to you, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “So, what’s going on over here? You look like you’re about to have a meltdown.”
You swallowed, cheeks heating as his voice rattled you . “I’m… just watching our audition tape.”
He raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering in his eyes. “Really? You didn’t tell me.”
You shrugged, trying to remain casual but failing miserably. “I didn’t want you to know. It’s embarrassing.” Honestly you didn't think too much of it before, and to be fair, nobody would have guessed the interview would have taken this turn in events. If you did, you would have definitely steered clear while navigating this whole interaction.
He chuckled softly. “I don’t think it’s embarrassing.”
You glanced at the screen, where your younger self fumbled lines and tried desperately to hide the nerves radiating from every pore. “Well, I was a mess.”
“ You were a mess indeed,” he jokingly agreed. “You didn’t even notice I was looking at you half the time.”
Your fingers found the jewelry on your wrist again, twisting it nervously as the same hot feeling bloomed in your cheeks. “You were?”
His grin widened. “Yeah, I was. You were wayyyy too focused on me.”
You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. “You’re delusional.”
"Delusional?" he teased. “You’re the one who started talking about wanting to see if Isayama could-.”
“ AH nope!, you will not expose me sir," you cut in quickly, holding up a finger at the screen like it could magically hinder him from finishing that sentence.
Eren just laughed, head tilting back like he knew exactly what he was doing. “Alright, alright. I’ll save the rest for when they’re not recording.”
A cackle managed to slip out of you while you dragged a hand over your face. “You’re actually the worst.”
“Yet, somehow,” he said, voice low and amused, “You’re still answering my calls.”
You opened your mouth, but no words came. Just that dumb smile you couldn’t shake.
“I should let you get back,” he added, but the way he said it didn’t sound like he wanted to hang up. “We’ll talk later?”
You shrugged, trying not to look too affected. “I don't know, will we?”
“Bye, [Y/N],” he said with that knowing little smirk.
You ended the call and exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
The studio burst into laughter, and you smiled along with them, shaking your head as the warmth still clung to your cheeks.
“Welp” you muttered under your breath with a laugh, “Didn't expect that”
And somehow… that made it even harder to stop smiling.
An: I'm posting this bc this was in my drafts for too long and I didn't edit too much of it , sorry.
Volume: I
The Audition
"Do you mind introducing yourself?"
Your eyes meet the lens of the camera, its unblinking gaze sending a shiver down your spine. You clear your throat, trying to steady your voice.
"Hello, I’m [Y/N L/N], and I’m auditioning for the part of Syphara. for Attack on Titan Season 4."
The words leave your lips shakier than intended. The room feels tighter by the second—claustrophobic even—and the silent onlookers surrounding the camera crew might as well be statues.
The paper in your hand crinkles as you grip the edge tighter, feeling the weight of the room pressing in. The space is small, almost suffocating, and a crowd of silent onlookers huddles around, their eyes fixed on you. You glance around quickly, catching the subtle exchange of glances between the casting crew. Sweat prickles at the back of your neck as you prepare to deliver your first line.
Your mouth slightly jars open to start the stream of words to come out.
You hit pause on the touchpad, your finger hovering over the play button as you squint at the screen. The cringe hits almost immediately as you watch your awkward introduction—that smile, stiff as hell.
"Omg I was so f [ ] -ing nervous,"you groan, dropping your face into your hands. It’s one of those moments where you wish you could just sink into the chair and disappear. You let out a deep breath, your legs stretched out in front of you as you shake your head. Why did I sound like a robot? Suddenly, your eyes anxiously bolden glancing over to the camera crew. "I'm so sorry, can I curse? "
"You're fine," a distant voice calls out.
A smile grazes your lips as you whisper a small, " Yay."
Hi I'm [ Y/N L/N] and I am with Lume Studios reacting to my audition tape"
You looked towards the camera crew. " Was that okay," you questioned, waiting for their approval.
"Yes"
"Are you sure because I can-,"
Laughter erupts throughout the room
shaking your head in embarrassment, you continue.
"Sorry... asking to many questions, I'll stop." Cheekily pursing your lips out.
"f[ ]k me," you chuckled tossing your hands in the air in faux disappointment
"This tape was shot around twenty-nineteen," your eyes meet the ceiling as you recalled the day.
"So I was about seventeen going on eighttee- or was I already eighteen," you paused in thought trying to get ahold of your terrible memory.
you paused in thought trying to get ahold of your terrible memory. “ F**k, I-I don't remember, but anyways,” rolling your eyes you continued.
“I just got off the plane from shooting a promo for another show and-, you swallow, taking a swift break for speaking. “ My manager called me, only saying three words, “Mappa. Studio. Now,”” you chuckled out loud at the scene playing out in your head.
A smile grew large on your lips as you tried to continue the story without a cackle, “ HAHA- I was like “ Oh, this is some serious sh*t”.
“So I literally hopped in a Uber, with my basic a** Steve Madden heels” you lifted a finger to point to the camera, “ shout out to Steve Madden.”
Laughter erupted around the room at your jab at the designer, and it was contagious. Before you knew it, your own laugh bubbled up, turning into a full-on fit. Your shoulders shook with every burst of laughter, and each one hit you harder than the last, like it was coming straight from your stomach.
After what felt like hours of uncontrollable cackles, the laughter finally died down enough for you to speak again. “But um, yeah... I went in jittery and nervous, practically on the verge of throwing up when I saw Isayama himself,” you reminisced, grinning at the memory.
You press play again, now watching yourself try to salvage it. You can almost feel your cheeks grow warm. “Great job, [Y/N]. Keep the charisma flowing,” you say to yourself sarcastically.
“Alright get him up there," a gruff voice boomed on the video.
Suddenly a full head of brunette hair appeared on the screen, its strands reached to the nape of the boy’s neck. Your skin felt as if it was lit aflame, heat pushing up into your veins. You remembered this all too well - the first time meeting him. The boy clutched the papers in his hands, as if waiting for something. He stood side to side by your younger self, you turned to greet the boy but stopped as he seemed to hypnotize you. But it wasn’t his stance that caught your attention—it was his eyes. Soft emerald green and sharp yet pointed in determination, they felt like they were pulling you in, making it hard to breathe for a second. He opened his mouth to speak, but before you could react, you snapped back to attention and turned, refocusing on the camera.
You swiped a faint smile across your face, eyes almost bulged out of its sockets.
Pausing the video, your finger hovering over the touchpad. The awkward expression was still plastered on the screen, a freeze-frame of your humiliation. Watching yourself like this felt like your past self was torturing your present, and you could practically feel the embarrassment trickling up your spine.
“What is that? What the actual f*ck am I doing?” Your jaw dropped in disbelief as you stared at the bizarre still frame. A few faint chuckles slipped out of the crew’s mouths as they watched your reaction.
The expression you had did the upmost of showing how flustered and easily moved you were by the boy’s presence, swear to god, kill me right now.
With a frustrated huff, you flopped back into your seat. “I’d like to have this tape just so I can burn it,” you muttered jokingly, shaking your head in disbelief you tried to fight the cringe that surged through you.
"I can say, being filmed while starstruck is definitely one of my reasons why," you laughed, a giggle slipping out. That definitely was a close call, but starstruck was just an underestimation of how it felt standing next to him.
Clasping your hands together, you repeatedly run your thumbs over each other, in hopes of soothing your lively nerves. "I wasn't exactly normal. That was actually filmed the same day I came down to Earth for the first time," you said, scrunching your eyes at the camera with a playful grin, keeping your tone light and content.
"No, but in all seriousness," you began, "this was my first time meeting my costar- Eren Jeager." You fought to keep your smile from spreading too brightly, knowing it could be misinterpreted—and that would end up plastered on every gossip blog and news outlet. Instead, you maintained a look of contentment mixed with sincerity, a careful balance you’d mastered over time, being the celebrity that you are.
"I watched the show before auditioning and was blown away by his performance, so actually being beside him... just wowed me," you said, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the jewelry on your wrist. A slight buzz grew in your stomach , and the shyness crept up on you like a tide slowly pulling you under—steady, warm, and completely overwhelming, making it harder to keep your composure. "I mean, it's crazy. I was nervous to play a new character, especially since this is the last season. But my character gets introduced during the time when Paradis is... well, conversing with anti-Marleyans. Which, if I’m not mistaken, in the actual show it's between the end of season 3 and the early part of season 4," you added, your voice trailing off as your nerves began to bubble up again.
You press play again, letting the rest of the video roll as you and Eren begin reading lines back and forth.
A soft smile tugged at your lips, growing brighter as you watched your younger self with him—awkward, eager, and completely caught up in the moment. It pulled you into a warm memory, one of the earliest sparks of your friendship with Eren.
But just as you began to sink into the nostalgia, the present yanked you back. A voice off-camera broke through the quiet hum of the tape.
"So, how has your relationship with Eren changed from then to now?"
You blinked, momentarily dazed, realizing you were still being interviewed. A burning sensation set ablaze on your cheeks as the question sent a jolt of nerves straight through your system.
By your constant ramblings, you forgot that there were questions that need to be answer. The room fell into silence.
Your eyes darted around, searching for an answer—specifically, one that wouldn’t expose you.
Just as you were about to answer the nerve-wracking question, a soft chime buzzed from your phone, breaking the silence like a whisper.
“ Speak of the devil,” you whispered, cursing as his name as “EJ ✨” flashed on your screen.
Just as you were trying to keep what's been growing between you two quiet, the universe seems to have other plans. You hadn't spoken to Eren all day and conveniently didn't tell him you were doing an interview today. And to make it even worse, this wasn't just some regular call, it was clear as day plastered on your phone “ Incoming FaceTime call.”
Now desperately wanting to imprint your hand into your face, your eyes pulled away from the device, glancing towards production and your team, your face pleading with them to not answer the blaring phone. Crystal, your manager, who stood off to the side of production, who's worked along yours side for years and only wants the best for you, lowered her eyes in a “ answer the goddamn phone” kind of expression. The look she gave you only deepened the pit in your stomach, piling even more grief on top of what you were already feeling. Taking a quick breath, trying another attempt at stifle your anxiety, your finger taps at the green button on the screen
“Hey,” his voice called out, smooth yet captivating, that single word fell out of his mouth, made you melt. Taking a moment to muster up a response, you cleared your throat, “ Ahem- hey.” Eren's eyes scan you over through the phone, admiring your glammed up beauty. “You uh- busy?”
“Uh-kinda, i'm on a uhh..set,” your eyes shifted between his eyes and the computer, the video showed a new close distance of you and eren when reciting a different scene. You remember how fast your heart beat then and how it's beating that now, it's all because of one thing or one person in particular. Your eyes fell back down to Eren’s gaze, his bright emerald eyes, so full of want and love. The look sent shivers down to your core. The murmurs of production plopped you back into the reality of this interview.
As you fixed your lips to give Eren a quick send off, Crystal’s voice echoed out a quick,” Hey Eren,” the vibrations of her words shaking you and the entire studio.
“Is that crystal,” his eyebrows perked up in surprise.
“Yeah,” you whispered while letting your palm rest over your forehead. You wanted this to be over. The amount of embarrassment you've endured is beginning to weigh you down.
“Hey crystal,” he answers back warmly to the enlivened woman behind the camera, as if this wasn’t one of the most humiliating moments of your life.
Eren’s eyes flicked back to you, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “So, what’s going on over here? You look like you’re about to have a meltdown.”
You swallowed, cheeks heating as his voice rattled you . “I’m… just watching our audition tape.”
He raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering in his eyes. “Really? You didn’t tell me.”
You shrugged, trying to remain casual but failing miserably. “I didn’t want you to know. It’s embarrassing.” Honestly you didn't think too much of it before, and to be fair, nobody would have guessed the interview would have taken this turn in events. If you did, you would have definitely steered clear while navigating this whole interaction.
He chuckled softly. “I don’t think it’s embarrassing.”
You glanced at the screen, where your younger self fumbled lines and tried desperately to hide the nerves radiating from every pore. “Well, I was a mess.”
“ You were a mess indeed,” he jokingly agreed. “You didn’t even notice I was looking at you half the time.”
Your fingers found the jewelry on your wrist again, twisting it nervously as the same hot feeling bloomed in your cheeks. “You were?”
His grin widened. “Yeah, I was. You were wayyyy too focused on me.”
You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. “You’re delusional.”
"Delusional?" he teased. “You’re the one who started talking about wanting to see if Isayama could-.”
“ AH nope!, you will not expose me sir," you cut in quickly, holding up a finger at the screen like it could magically hinder him from finishing that sentence.
Eren just laughed, head tilting back like he knew exactly what he was doing. “Alright, alright. I’ll save the rest for when they’re not recording.”
A cackle managed to slip out of you while you dragged a hand over your face. “You’re actually the worst.”
“Yet, somehow,” he said, voice low and amused, “You’re still answering my calls.”
You opened your mouth, but no words came. Just that dumb smile you couldn’t shake.
“I should let you get back,” he added, but the way he said it didn’t sound like he wanted to hang up. “We’ll talk later?”
You shrugged, trying not to look too affected. “I don't know, will we?”
“Bye, [Y/N],” he said with that knowing little smirk.
You ended the call and exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
The studio burst into laughter, and you smiled along with them, shaking your head as the warmth still clung to your cheeks.
“Welp” you muttered under your breath with a laugh, “Didn't expect that”
And somehow… that made it even harder to stop smiling.
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i: youre lowkey a bully to eren, eren is a sweetheart, happy ending?
An: I constantly see people wanting eren fluff, so I decided to give it a try. Also because of the recent drought of eren ffs, its sad.
Genre: fluff
You can't stand him, no, you hate him.
There has been too many times where he just cant help but to piss you off. but the most recent occurrences of his presence was the final nail. You remembered a few.
He would carelessly stared out the window during lectures
Or times where you would watch him conversate, he seemed so attentive to his friends outlandish story times.
One time, you screeched, "DONT," as he held the door open for you to enter the classroom.
You would roll your eyes at him whenever he offers you his answers to the homework.
In a couple incidences, your shoes would loudly slaps against the floor after he offers you to take his seat, as there were a limited number of chairs at a table in class.
You constantly ignored him whenever he offers to work with you for the lab.
Overall, you hate him
You were convinced his kindness was a façade of what he truly was, it was a front. There would be no way possible that there was a person that can be so perfect, he was hiding something. The tension laid heavy on your mind, surely you weren't the only one who thought the same. Hoping to find out if any feelings were mutual, you settled to ask for your friends’ opinion.
“Don't you guys agree”, you asked, squinting in disgust at the boy sitting a couple tables down from yours. You and your friends sat at a table in the campus cafe. Thankfully, you all had a gap break between your next classes, making it possible for a meet up.
“With what?” The two of them followed your eye’s path, but failed to see what was the target. “Him”, you answered, forcefully gritting the word out. Their eyes once again traveled in the path only for it to stop at the brunette boy. His brown hair messily wrapped and secured into a bun, a few wild strands framed around his face. Soundlessly, he conversed among his group of friends, occasionally flashing his pearled teeth while he laughed.
“Eren?” Your friend, Amira, questioned. You almost gagged at the mention of his name. “Y/N,” your other friend, Kelsey, started. “Why are you acting like that towards him, he seems really nice, you know he once helped me-”
Immediately, you drowned her out of your hearing. Nice? It tempted you to laugh. He didn't have you fooled. He hasn't beat you in his battle. Looking back over to his table, the short blonde haired guy faced the green eyed devil, nodding his head while his friend spoke.
The other people that surrounded Eren were intrigued with what he had to say, smiling every so often. The blonde shifted his eyes to yours, before briefly giving you a smile. Unmoved, you stared. Eren pauses to take note of his friend's face, following his sight that leads behind him. His eyes lit up, a grin sprouted across his face. A scowl plagued your lips, disgusted by the brunette’s appearance. A look of shock claimed the blonde, he adjusted his view away from you. Little bounces from laughter shook his chest. He also turned back to conversate with his table again.
“ -kind, I don't know, maybe you should speak to him for yourself.”
A loud slap boomed from your table, making both friends jump in fear and a few random people to turn towards the noise. Not caring for the lingering eyes, your hand lifted from the table, “Absolutely not. He can be fake and pretend that he’s this wonderful person, doing this and that for people, you angrily ranted. The eyes of your friends bulged out as they stared at you out of concern. “ He knows this,” you curved your index and middle finger up and down, “ acts of kindness will make people believe that he is a good person.”
Amira spoke up, “ I honestly think he is a good person” she shrugged her shoulders, then upturned her mouth. Shock caused your jaw to drop open. “ Tell me y/n, what has he done to you to be acting like this?”
“What hasn't he done,” you thought, without a word, you got up from your chair, and began to pack your belongings. “ Y/n, sit back down where are you going,” an annoyed Kelsey inquired. “She’s having one of those days again”, huffed Amira, exhaling a sign of irritation .
Since searching for validation in your hypotheses obviously backfired on you, you decided to leave. It seems you were alone in your predictions, his plan worked. He has brain-washed your classmates as well as your friends. At this point, who else could you turn to other than yourself?
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Later on that night, after unwinding yourself from a long day of classes, you prepped for bed.
“ Y/n i just think you're taking this a bit too seriously” , Kesley stated. You snarled as your fingers were coated in a white creamed moisturizer, you swiped the product across your face. Once again irritated by your friend’s claims.
Why couldn't they see past this character he put on, everyone gushed and raved about him being “such a great guy”. Doesn't anybody know? Everyone has a character they play when it comes to wanting to be loved. That's what you’ve done for years, desperately doing any and everything for someone to care and love you.
The things you've done in the past to taste a teaspoon of friendship have truly diminished your dignity. But nobody batted an eye to you, everyone accepted it because they also benefited from your kindness. You were selfish, it's honestly what you believed, the way your face would light up when someone spoke to you after doing two or more tasks for them. Smiling at the simple fact that a person would glace your way.
It was disgusting.
After highschool, you saw your weakness. The sweet, innocent, gullible, caring Y/N was gone. You burned that character out of your body, cleaning up any ash and sediment left behind. As a result, you despised any or anyone who mirrored your past self.
Nobody did you the favor to warn you, so now you decided to do the deed.
Abruptly, you signaled your desire to hang up, only before whispering a quick “ goodnight” to Kelsey. Now clouded in the room’s stillness, you were able to steer clear of your thoughts. After a moment of your decision and the possible daft consequences, your mind was set in stone. Finally the day’s exhaustion caught up to you, you began to drift off into a darkened slumber.
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Waking up the next morning, you felt, heavy. Your morning routine was usual but your steeled face accompanied it. When brushing your teeth, facing your reflection, studying the movement, slowly scraping and swiping the blue minted paste around your mouth. In the shower, you scrubbed the cloth onto your body, the rough fibers scraped over your skin, afterwards leaving a stinging sensation. Downstairs in the kitchen, you ate, crushing the food against your molars, harshly swallowing the mashed contents.
The drive on the way to the campus was silent, a little too silent. The only prominent sound emitted from your car’s AC unit blowing onto your skin. Summer’s temperature had reached its height, day after day, cooking the earth’s contents. No longer baring the quietness, you decided music would be a bittersweet distraction of today's plans.
Your pointer finger pressed a large black button on the stereo. Piercing static muffled the speaker, creating a fuzz noise in your ears. Turning the dial left, the radio scanned through channels to stop on. “FORMAN MILLS,” a male voice boomed around the car. “ Now our entire fifteen million dollar winter fashion inventory has to go!” Your eyes squinted at the obnoxiously loud commercial bursting your eardrum. “They still have stores around,” you questioned. Turning a dial on the right this time, the volume went from 10 to 7.
Contemplating shutting the radio off completely, you decided to give it one last chance to play music. Your hand moved back over to the left dial moving it one time over. Good Morning! You’re Listening to Hot 86.9, Where We play the Hottest Tracks from Yester-years and Hits from Today. This First track was Requested by Artur Braus from Sina. An old classic hit from the 1950’s performed by The Platters and covered by the Legendary band Queen. Everyone this is, The Great Pretender.
“ Finally,” you huffed, placing your hands on the wheel in the perfect form of 9 and 3. As you continue to drive, the upbeat intro begins to play.
Oh-oh, yes, I'm the great pretender
Pretending that I'm doing well
My need is such, I pretend too much
I'm lonely, but no one can tell
Listening to the lyrics, a frown spread over your lips. Your body buzzed, a thick blanket of discomfort draped over you. Quickly trying to shake the feeling, you in- and exhale deeply letting the air leave your body.
I play the game but to my real shame
You've left me to dream all alone
A lump formed in your throat, the hard saliva stiffened as you tried to swallow it down. Hearing the melody play out, your mind began to drift.
Too real is this feeling of make believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
Since last night concluding your predictions of the emerald eyed boy, then constructing your retaliation, its next step was execution. He was an imposter in nature, manipulating the feelings of others just for his own desperation for attention, disgusting. You tried. You really tried to come to the conclusion that you were delusional or crazy. No longer you could deny it, something was not right with that guy, and you weren't crazy for thinking that.
Oh-oh, yes, I'm the great pre-
Your finger pushed the off button, immediately killing the sound of the speakers. It seems like the song was trying to mock you, taunting your emotionless state.
Unbelievable. The only time you give the radio a chance, it makes you feel worse than before. The song left an eerie mark on the rest of your drive to campus. Deeply embedded into your thoughts, your morning had continued to be mute, that’s all you wanted and needed, pure silence.
Approaching your class’s building you gave yourself an opening for a second thought. Though, you knew your mind was made and didn't have any underlying subconscious notion of doubt. Ultimately, you couldn't shake the feeling of your suspicions.
You were going to investigate the guy yourself.
Class was briefly about to begin. Your fellow classmates began to fill up the room, noises from conversations, laughter, and crinkling of paper meshed together creating a symphony of life. Your eyes shifted around the area, looking to spot the brunette boy. “Still not here,” you thought, rubbing the balls of your hand becoming clammy. The pulse in your heart continuously slammed against your chest. Today you were going to do it, you were going to expose his deceit of character. No more you were allowing him to carry on with his selfish desires. It ends today.
As the professor gently grasps the door's handle to signal the start of class. A hand slapped it against the door’s wooden frame. The oxygen was stolen from your lungs, pausing its exhaling. Peering through the door, the brunette cheekily smiles at the professor. “Sorry,” he lightly whispers. Laughter erupted from the students, obviously tickled by the guy’s entrance.
He makes his way to his usual seat in the middle of the classroom. Gazing at his seat, it was currently occupied, a male looked up from the seat . “Ah sorry man, I left my contacts at home.” Eren shakes his head side to side, “ It’s cool but hey,” he quickly pauses to point at him, “You owe me”. The seated male chuckles as he throws his hands up,” You got it bro.”
Now Eren was left seatless, currently tasked with scouting out another seat. Scanning over the room, his eyes shifted through before stopping to glance towards your abrasive ones, his lips curved into a small smile. Your heart accelerated in its pace. His eyes moved to a space beside you, you mirrored his sight to seat an empty chair. Your eyes trained back on to him, he steadily began moving towards your table. With each small clat of his sneakers towards you, the harder your head throbbed.
Time seems to have slowed down because before you could realize, he was already next to you placing his carrying case onto the floor.
“Hey,” his deep silked voice ringed into your ear. Your breath hitched again. Why now, he’s too close, way too close. A great hot sensation flooded into your body, you felt as if you were in hell’s reign of fires, begging to be cooled down. You could imagine the scorching temperature was so hot you could see the steam arising from your skin. You desperately needed to get away, far away from him.
“H-Hey are you okay,“ his question stammered out in concern. A hand lies on your forearm, sending a shocking chill down your spine. You quickly swatted his hand away, ridding of his cool touch. Continuing with the overwhelming warmed sensations that protrude out of your body, your head is left airy and numb. “ I-I need…to go,” you stood up wobbly allowing your chair to scrap against the gradient floor. The sound alerts most of your classmates and unfortunately, your professor, who was amidst his lecturing.
“Miss L/N, do you need anything,” he asks, sliding his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose. Ignoring him you slowly move your legs forward,gripping the table to give you stability. Your legs felt heavy and stiff, destined to drag you down. Another scrap behind you followed, emphasizing the heave you make as you forcefully trail towards the classroom door. Again, you slightly lift your leg to make another step forward, your knees begin to buckle, slowly your body starts to break down.
“Y/N!” A hand tightly grasped your forearm, making your knees slap against the floor and your upper body to sit up and arm dangling high. Everything seems so full and heavy. Once clear voices that filled your ears were now blurred murmurs. Feeling the sight sensation on your arm you were destined to know who was touching you. You pick up your clouded head and tilted it towards the owner of the hand. Your pupils grow large as they greet the overflowing pools of green.
“Eren,” you whispered before you succumbed to pitch black.
･ ｡ . ⠐･ ｡ . ⠐･ ｡ . ⠐･ ｡ . ⠐
Lavender, a pleasant fragrance of the flower emitted through the black void. Its floral scent filled your lungs as your chest inhaled and exhaled. Though smelling its pungent fumes were very much satisfying , you wanted to see more than ever.
Pressure pulled on your eyelids as you slowly pry your eyes open, quickly shutting them as white flashed into your sight. Groaning you began feeling your surroundings. “Im laying down on a bed,” you spoke to yourself as you started to shift your head side to side. A plush fabric rested at the back of your head, “A pillow”.
Moving your hand over your body, “Still have my clothes on,” you internally confirm with yourself. Deciding to give your eyes a second chance to see, slowly, your eyes open. A pasty white room came into view, looking straight ahead was a sign that stated:
| NURSE OFFICE |
You've never been in here before, not only the fact of you not needing medical attention but as never recalling a college campus having a nurse in general.
Collecting your thoughts as to why you were here, a shooting sensation spiked up your legs. Flinching from the sensation, a memory sparked your mind. You recall your knees crashing to the floor then glancing up to be met with piercing emerald eyes that stared back at you.
“I see you're awake,” you froze in place at the voice beside you that you knew and hated so well. Turning over, you were greeted with that same stupid pearled smile, those green irises gleaming into yours. A scowl painted your face in rage. Suddenly you lifted yourself from the bed, swinging your legs to its sides. Eren's eyebrows clenched together as he watched your abrupt movements.
“ You might wanna rest a bit more,” he voiced his concern. Disregarding him, you stood up only for your legs to shakily bend. “ Y/N!”, his tone now raised, he stood and sling an arm around your waist pulling you close to him. His hard abdomen grazed at your back.
You could feel his toned body pushing against you. His sandalwood spiced cologne kissed your nostrils, filling your nose with the musky scent. For a brief second, you felt yourself melting into his stern grasp, his hand gripping your side as if he would never let you go. The touch could be described as almost soothing. But satisfaction has its inevitable clarity, you shoved his arm away from your waist, breaking free of the guilty pleasured binds.
Your legs quickly carried you to the front of the office door, ready to pull its handle. “W-Wait” he called out as his hand grasped at yours. Once more feeling his contact, you ripped his toughened hand from yours. You shuddered at the fact that he touched you, he now knows how you felt, he knew if your blood ran warm or cold.
“ DON'T TOUCH ME,” you screeched as your shout ranged around the room. The silence was deafening. Everything stood still, frozen in time, unwilling and unable to move. Eren took a step back to observe you, watching you stare at him in fury.
Eren never got it and was unable to understand why you were always tempered when it comes to him. At first, he assumed you had bad days and redirected your frustrations on any and everybody around. But, it became too frequent every time he would interact with you or at least try. But he never gave up sparing you a smile, of course he didn't exactly know you but he wanted to give you an opening for you to speak to him. It would only be on your terms.
Any other person would retaliate and be just as cruel as you have been to him but he knew that it was never a safe choice to make. He knows because he has done it before, he has been that person before. Blinded by hate and anger so much that whoever or whomever would face his fury. And once he did so, he reaped the biggest consequence, he lost the most important people in his life. Leaving him in even bigger emotional distress. Realizing he had no one because of his undefined feelings he refused to counter against, he almost gave up on himself. Until he came to a conclusion of his actions and his consequences, his hurt became everyone else’s hurt. The phrase hurt people, hurt people became so transparent to him, as many saw before his new revelation. WIth this realization he became the person he was afraid of and rejected. He wanted to be able to cry, to rely on others with waves of guilt to wash over him. He didn't want to hurt the people that he most cared about simply because he was hurt. He wanted to live again. And so he did by healing and restoring what he had broken, gluing his foundation back together to create his most sacred place in his heart.
Hence while he is watching you as you grit your teeth and firmly ball your hands into fist while staring at him.
“I’m sorr-” “SHUT THE FUCK UP”, you shouted at him once more, craning your head out towards him. Your breath pumped hard out of your chest, as if you were at the last lap of a marathon. You were tired. Tired of him, tired of everything, of yourself.
“ If I made you upset, I-” his words were cut as a stinging pain spread across his face. Shifting his sight up to you , you were teary-eyed and fueled with rage. He clenched his eyebrows, and his eyes softened at yours.
“W-why don't you just leave me alone,” tears jerked at your waterline, pooling your eyes with the salted liquid. Instead of him answering the rhetorical question he allowed you to continue. “It's like you dont know when to stop.” droplets poured down the apples of your cheeks.
Silence claimed the room’s sound, hushing any of its noisy competitors. Waiting for his reaction, you watched as he stood wordless. The buzzing of anger heightened within you.
Why isn't he fighting back? His lips pressed and tightened together with a pathetic look of pity. Suddenly you quickly stepped towards him, stopping until you inches away from his body.
He jolted as the impact of your push moved him backwards. “ Go ahead say something, I know you want to,” you tease, manically smiling at Eren, egging on for a reaction. Another wordless response from him. You shoved him again, “ Come on do something, you're not just gonna let me do this to you.” As he balanced his leg from the impact, he looked at your wet eyes, those eyes drowned in anger, regret, and hurt.
“Fight back” you shouted, giving him another push. His eyes tracked you as you kept track of him. Your arm began reaching out to send another blow. “Fight ba-,” the last word was cut out of your mouth as he caught your arm.
He pulled you into him, allowing his chest to press against your body. The suddenness caught you off guard, you then tried tugging and pulling away from his grasp. “ What are you doing,” panic trembled in your voice.
You struggled against his strength, tugging, pushing and pushing away. His grip didn't slip once, all of your efforts failed. Growing frustrated, your actions soon slowed down at a dying pace. Your tugs and pulls weakend one after another, then finally you came to a complete halt. A gentle hand laid on the back of your head and guided you to his chest.
“Just stop,” he softly whispers out, "Please”.
Finally submitting to your loss, tears piled on the waterline of your eye ultimately overflowing down onto your cheeks and Eren’s t-shirt, creating wet darkened trails . Sobs and weeping from you echoed into the room, bouncing back into your eardrums. Your hand reaches up to lay on his chest, seconds after you bunched the fabric, closing it into your fist. You needed something to hold on to, something to keep you from falling, you needed-
“No….never”, you thought, shamelessly shaking your head in disbelief. Warm lips pressed on your forehead, puckering as he spoke “I know… I know.” With your head placed on his chest you felt his words vibrate against your ear, its muffled yet buzzing sensation soothed you.
The two of you stood by the white bed, he swayed you side to side as if you were a restless child. As time fell forward, eventually, your cries and tears ceased. And with time moving minute by minute, you felt an odd sense of comfort when being pushed up against his chest. Eren’s eyes peered down to get a slight view of your face. Your eyes drooped with exhaustion, slowly blinking every so once and a while. His other hand was placed at your back and began dragging in an up and down pattern.
A sigh escaped from your lips at feeling all contact he had on you. Now you could say both plans backfired and ultimately resulted in you getting closer than ever to him in contrast to the goal of being further away. A wave of disappointment seeped into your chest, you failed at the only thing that mattered to you. Him.
Deeply sighing again, you removed your head and hands away from him to turn towards the bed. Stopping in front of it, you then turn and sit on the plush comforter, you then mindlessly stare at the walls.
Eren soon followed after. His palms slid across his pants, stopping at his knees as he sat down next to you. Turning his head, he shifts his sights back onto you, waiting for you to accept his eyes.
Your head turned to the side, eyes meeting his shining emerald ones. They were so rich in its green color, overwhelming yet captivating. You couldn't look away. His lips parted as he began to speak,” Tell me.” A strand of your heart springs pull at his words. Closing your eyes, you exhaled the tension that arose in your chest.
Your eyes opened to gaze at him again, “ I don't like how nice you are.” Eren cocked his eyebrows in confusion. “ You don't like how-?” Let me finish what I was saying,” you quickly interjected him, you cleared your throat before continuing. “ I don't like how nice you are, it doesn't come off as genuine. Eren’s eyebrows deepen in their confusion. “ Because I know how it feels to be nice to everyone, doing everything for them so in return you hope to gain a friend.”
The silence after your statement indicated his opening to speak. “You're wrong,” he answered. It was now your turn for your eyebrows to bend. “How am i wron-.” “Let me finish what I was saying,” he smirks as he plays on your words. “You see Y/N, I've realized something about you.” your eyes widen at him. “ It's not that you don't like the fact that I am nice but you don't like the fact that I'm nice to you.”
That familiar pounding in your chest began to brew. Your head shook in denial, “ No, that’s not true.” “ It is Y/n.” “No,” you say in a faint whisper. “And I'm here to tell you that I want nothing from you, but you.” The breath in your lungs dropped into your chest. Tears once again pooled at your waterline, spilling down the dried streaked swells of your face.
You wouldn't believe it, you know how it goes, you've been through it many times before. You just happened to catch him before you gave in. You couldn't believe that he wanted nothing from you, he didn't-
A hand pushed at the tip of your chin, tilting your head to face his. “ I mean it,” he says gazing into your watering eyes. Droplets fell from your face onto his hand that nestled your chin. “ Those times I've tried to talk to you,” he let out a chuckle. “ I failed and I don't do those things for you because I expect something out of you,” his lips curved into a small smile. “ I do it because you intrigue me.” Warmth spreads through you, sending tingles through each and every part of your body.
This feels so strange, you thought. Every time he looked, spoke and touched you, it felt…strange. His smile would firstly piss you off but underneath that blanket of anger was that strange feeling. It was perplexing but instead of indulging in the feeling, you swept it back under the rug where its previous occurrence lies. Never before had you met a guy that instilled this phenomenon in you. It could've been anyone else, so why?
“ From the first moment I saw you, you had a look on your face that I was so familiar with before.” Your eyes shuffled back and forth to look at both of his eyes, begging him to go on. “ And I thought to myself, I know, I know her so well.” His head tilted a bit, observing your face with a small smirk. “ I tried to deny it and assumed you ran into a pole before coming to class but after a while it became so frequent whenever you saw me.” A soft giggle came from your throat, a smile painting your face, shortly before it settled into dejection.
“ But..I know how you feel Y/N,” he let go of your chin, resting his hand back on his lap. “ Right now you have a huge wall up, you've been hurt by people and not only did you blame them but you blame yourself.” he wore a glowering look on his face as he spoke. “ Which is the start of you hurting the people you love and the people who could have a chance to love you.”
Thoughts of your friends came to you, surely they've felt the wrath of your inner turmoil, but blinded by your hurt you failed to see it. You were bound to drive them away with your abrasive behavior. And to people who have made an effort to get to know you. Thinking of the times people would give you nothing but kindness you deemed them worthless, condemning their presence around you. To then watch as their smiles fall into a frown, cursing your name or parting from you in disappointment. It soured your heart. And Him. He never left, his smile never once did fall when looking at you. He still had the courage to keep trying despite your lack of interest in him or in anybody. You hurt people. Your selfishness, pride, and trauma hurt people. Hitching breathing came from your lungs.
“ I'm sorry,” you croaked as your throat tightened. He reached an arm out to touch your arm, “Hey.” You repeated the apology over again, tears threatening to spill again. “ I'm sorry, I’m so sorry.” he pushed himself forward wrapping his arms around you as you cried. “ I know, it’s okay,” his warm hands gently stroked your back. “ It's gonna get better after this, I promise.”
After the continuous rubbing of your back to settle you into contentment, you decided that it is best for you to pass up on heading back to class. Eren offered to carry your tote bag to your car, you undoubtedly obliged. He walked ahead to hold the exit door of the building.
The cool breeze of outside’s air kissed your face while its bright yellow companion let its rays shine on your skin. The walk to your car wouldn't be long as the student parking was directly across from the campus. Eren slowed his pace to let you take the lead to the lot. While making your way down, there was no conversation held between you two. Instead, you reflect on your new found revelation.
Everything that just transpired in the nurse's office replayed over again. Crazy to think how your end goal was met yet came with consequences that you didn't expect. In all actuality, you believed that it would have not been possible for you to come to your senses on your own. You had Eren to thank for that, you were truly indebted to him. Still confused as to why he chose to help you afterwards. You thought that the interaction would be a one and done type of thing. He would no longer be interested in anything relating to you. And you would be alone on your journey to redirecting your psyche. But he stayed.
Finally after the silent walk to your car, you turned to Eren. “Here you go,” he lifted the bag towards you. Grasping it out of his hand, you sling it across your shoulder, “Thanks.” “No problem.” Silence shushed the whispers of the wind that traveled along the skies.
Emptiness fell between the two of you, waiting for the other to say something.
“ I want to ask you something”
“ Thank you for everything “
You both ran through your words simultaneously. Both taking a moment to chuckle, Eren’s laughter was the first to die down, he shook his head.“ Go ahead, it'll save me the embarrassment.” Unsure of what he meant, you spoke.
“ I just want to thank you for everything today, and I deeply apologize for my behavior towards you. I don't know how to repay you.”
One of his fingers reaches up to tap his chin, giving off a look to be deep in thought. In a panicked frenzy, you immediately ask stepping closer to the male, "What is it?” A smile grows onto his face,“ if you give me your number, your apology will be greatly appreciated.”
A burning warmth extended over your body, flustered, you hesitantly answered. “ Is that only what you want?” A rich chuckle arose from him sending ripples of nervousness to your stomach. “ What do you think I've been trying to do this whole time?” Refocusing your gaze on the asphalt concrete, a shy grin creeped along your lips. “ Sorry,” it was embarrassing for you to remember how kind he was to you before immediately disregarding him. Eren briefly shrugged his shoulders,” I lived..somehow,” he murmured the last part.
Letting out another chuckle as you dig around your bag to fish for your keys and phone. Pulling out the items, you hand him your phone to exchange each other's numbers. Seconds later, he was finished tapping in his info into your phone and handing it back to you.
Preparing to leave, you opened your car door to chuck your bag into the passenger side. Closing the door back you turn towards Eren, he was already staring at you. Realizing you caught him, he turned his head sideways, the supple of his cheeks burned into a bright red. “ Ahem,” he abruptly cleared his throat. “I'll...uh..see you later, let me know when you made it home.. if you want of course i'm not forcing you but-.” Thank you Eren, I will,” you smiled at him while opening the car door.
Hopping inside, you start up the car, the ignition roaring loudly. After buckling up you switch gears into drive. One last time you gaze back up to meet his eyes. A hand emitted from his side, waving side to side. You lifted your hand and copied. And with that you pulled off, turning away from him.
Involuntarily your eyes move to the rear view mirror, showing the brunette male angling his fist and forearm downwards to his side with a look of victory.
Looking back onto the road, you smiled to yourself while taking the lane that would take you home quicker.
i: youre lowkey a bully to eren, eren is a sweetheart, happy ending?
An: I constantly see people wanting eren fluff, so I decided to give it a try. Also because of the recent drought of eren ffs, its sad.
Genre: fluff, angst
You can't stand him, no, you hate him.
There has been too many times where he just cant help but to piss you off. but the most recent occurrences of his presence was the final nail. You remembered a few.
He would carelessly stared out the window during lectures
Or times where you would watch him conversate, he seemed so attentive to his friends outlandish story times.
One time, you screeched, "DONT," as he held the door open for you to enter the classroom.
You would roll your eyes at him whenever he offers you his answers to the homework.
In a couple incidences, your shoes would loudly slaps against the floor after he offers you to take his seat, as there were a limited number of chairs at a table in class.
You constantly ignored him whenever he offers to work with you for the lab.
Overall, you hate him
You were convinced his kindness was a façade of what he truly was, it was a front. There would be no way possible that there was a person that can be so perfect, he was hiding something. The tension laid heavy on your mind, surely you weren't the only one who thought the same. Hoping to find out if any feelings were mutual, you settled to ask for your friends’ opinion.
“Don't you guys agree”, you asked, squinting in disgust at the boy sitting a couple tables down from yours. You and your friends sat at a table in the campus cafe. Thankfully, you all had a gap break between your next classes, making it possible for a meet up.
“With what?” The two of them followed your eye’s path, but failed to see what was the target. “Him”, you answered, forcefully gritting the word out. Their eyes once again traveled in the path only for it to stop at the brunette boy. His brown hair messily wrapped and secured into a bun, a few wild strands framed around his face. Soundlessly, he conversed among his group of friends, occasionally flashing his pearled teeth while he laughed.
“Eren?” Your friend, Amira, questioned. You almost gagged at the mention of his name. “Y/N,” your other friend, Kelsey, started. “Why are you acting like that towards him, he seems really nice, you know he once helped me-”
Immediately, you drowned her out of your hearing. Nice? It tempted you to laugh. He didn't have you fooled. He hasn't beat you in his battle. Looking back over to his table, the short blonde haired guy faced the green eyed devil, nodding his head while his friend spoke.
The other people that surrounded Eren were intrigued with what he had to say, smiling every so often. The blonde shifted his eyes to yours, before briefly giving you a smile. Unmoved, you stared. Eren pauses to take note of his friend's face, following his sight that leads behind him. His eyes lit up, a grin sprouted across his face. A scowl plagued your lips, disgusted by the brunette’s appearance. A look of shock claimed the blonde, he adjusted his view away from you. However, a hint of intrigue painted the face of his emerald eyed friend. Little bounces from laughter shook his chest. He also turned back to conversate with his table again.
“ -kind, I don't know, maybe you should speak to him for yourself.”
A loud slap boomed from your table, making both friends jump in fear and a few random people to turn towards the noise. Not caring for the lingering eyes, your hand lifted from the table, “Absolutely not. He can be fake and pretend that he’s this wonderful person, doing this and that for people, you angrily ranted. The eyes of your friends bulged out as they stared at you out of concern. “ He knows this,” you curved your index and middle finger up and down, “ acts of kindness will make people believe that he is a good person.”
Amira spoke up, “ I honestly think he is a good person” she shrugged her shoulders, then upturned her mouth. Shock caused your jaw to drop open. “ Tell me y/n, what has he done to you to be acting like this?”
“What hasn't he done,” you thought, without a word, you got up from your chair, and began to pack your belongings. “ Y/n, sit back down where are you going,” an annoyed Kelsey inquired. “She’s having one of those days again”, huffed Amira, exhaling a sign of irritation .
Since searching for validation in your hypotheses obviously backfired on you, you decided to leave. It seems you were alone in your predictions, his plan worked. He has brain-washed your classmates as well as your friends. At this point, who else could you turn to other than yourself?
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Later on that night, after unwinding yourself from a long day of classes, you prepped for bed.
“ Y/n i just think you're taking this a bit too seriously” , Kesley stated. You snarled as your fingers were coated in a white creamed moisturizer, you swiped the product across your face. Once again irritated by your friend’s claims.
Why couldn't they see past this character he put on, everyone gushed and raved about him being “such a great guy”. Doesn't anybody know? Everyone has a character they play when it comes to wanting to be loved. That's what you’ve done for years, desperately doing any and everything for someone to care and love you.
The things you've done in the past to taste a teaspoon of friendship have truly diminished your dignity. But nobody batted an eye to you, everyone accepted it because they also benefited from your kindness. You were selfish, it's honestly what you believed, the way your face would light up when someone spoke to you after doing two or more tasks for them. Smiling at the simple fact that a person would glace your way.
It was disgusting.
After highschool, you saw your weakness. The sweet, innocent, gullible, caring Y/N was gone. You burned that character out of your body, cleaning up any ash and sediment left behind. As a result, you despised any or anyone who mirrored your past self.
Nobody did you the favor to warn you, so now you decided to do the deed.
Abruptly, you signaled your desire to hang up, only before whispering a quick “ goodnight” to Kelsey. Now clouded in the room’s stillness, you were able to steer clear of your thoughts. After a moment of your decision and the possible daft consequences, your mind was set in stone. Finally the day’s exhaustion caught up to you, you began to drift off into a darkened slumber.
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Waking up the next morning, you felt, heavy. Your morning routine was usual but your steeled face accompanied it. When brushing your teeth, facing your reflection, studying the movement, slowly scraping and swiping the blue minted paste around your mouth. In the shower, you scrubbed the cloth onto your body, the rough fibers scraped over your skin, afterwards leaving a stinging sensation. Downstairs in the kitchen, you ate, crushing the food against your molars, harshly swallowing the mashed contents.
The drive on the way to the campus was silent, a little too silent. The only prominent sound emitted from your car’s AC unit blowing onto your skin. Summer’s temperature had reached its height, day after day, cooking the earth’s contents. No longer baring the quietness, you decided music would be a bittersweet distraction of today's plans.
Your pointer finger pressed a large black button on the stereo. Piercing static muffled the speaker, creating a fuzz noise in your ears. Turning the dial left, the radio scanned through channels to stop on. “FORMAN MILLS,” a male voice boomed around the car. “ Now our entire fifteen million dollar winter fashion inventory has to go!” Your eyes squinted at the obnoxiously loud commercial bursting your eardrum. “They still have stores around,” you questioned. Turning a dial on the right this time, the volume went from 10 to 7.
Contemplating shutting the radio off completely, you decided to give it one last chance to play music. Your hand moved back over to the left dial moving it one time over. Good Morning! You’re Listening to Hot 86.9, Where We play the Hottest Tracks from Yester-years and Hits from Today. This First track was Requested by Artur Braus from Sina. An old classic hit from the 1950’s performed by The Platters and covered by the Legendary band Queen. Everyone this is, The Great Pretender.
“ Finally,” you huffed, placing your hands on the wheel in the perfect form of 9 and 3. As you continue to drive, the upbeat intro begins to play.
Oh-oh, yes, I'm the great pretender
Pretending that I'm doing well
My need is such, I pretend too much
I'm lonely, but no one can tell
Listening to the lyrics, a frown spread over your lips. Your body buzzed, a thick blanket of discomfort draped over you. Quickly trying to shake the feeling, you in- and exhale deeply letting the air leave your body.
I play the game but to my real shame
You've left me to dream all alone
A lump formed in your throat, the hard saliva stiffened as you tried to swallow it down. Hearing the melody play out, your mind began to drift.
Too real is this feeling of make believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
Since last night concluding your predictions of the emerald eyed boy, then constructing your retaliation, its next step was execution. He was an imposter in nature, manipulating the feelings of others just for his own desperation for attention, disgusting. You tried. You really tried to come to the conclusion that you were delusional or crazy. No longer you could deny it, something was not right with that guy, and you weren't crazy for thinking that.
Oh-oh, yes, I'm the great pre-
Your finger pushed the off button, immediately killing the sound of the speakers. It seems like the song was trying to mock you, taunting your emotionless state.
Unbelievable. The only time you give the radio a chance, it makes you feel worse than before. The song left an eerie mark on the rest of your drive to campus. Deeply embedded into your thoughts, your morning had continued to be mute, that’s all you wanted and needed, pure silence.
Approaching your class’s building you gave yourself an opening for a second thought. Though, you knew your mind was made and didn't have any underlying subconscious notion of doubt. Ultimately, you couldn't shake the feeling of your suspicions.
You were going to investigate the guy yourself.
Class was briefly about to begin. Your fellow classmates began to fill up the room, noises from conversations, laughter, and crinkling of paper meshed together creating a symphony of life. Your eyes shifted around the area, looking to spot the brunette boy. “Still not here,” you thought, rubbing the balls of your hand becoming clammy. The pulse in your heart continuously slammed against your chest. Today you were going to do it, you were going to expose his deceit of character. No more you were allowing him to carry on with his selfish desires. It ends today.
As the professor gently grasps the door's handle to signal the start of class. A hand slapped it against the door’s wooden frame. The oxygen was stolen from your lungs, pausing its exhaling. Peering through the door, the brunette cheekily smiles at the professor. “Sorry,” he lightly whispers. Laughter erupted from the students, obviously tickled by the guy’s entrance.
He makes his way to his usual seat in the middle of the classroom. Gazing at his seat, it was currently occupied, a male looked up from the seat . “Ah sorry man, I left my contacts at home.” Eren shakes his head side to side, “ It’s cool but hey,” he quickly pauses to point at him, “You owe me”. The seated male chuckles as he throws his hands up,” You got it bro.”
Now Eren was left seatless, currently tasked with scouting out another seat. Scanning over the room, his eyes shifted through before stopping to glance towards your abrasive ones, his lips curved into a small smile. Your heart accelerated in its pace. His eyes moved to a space beside you, you mirrored his sight to seat an empty chair. Your eyes trained back on to him, he steadily began moving towards your table. With each small clat of his sneakers towards you, the harder your head throbbed.
Time seems to have slowed down because before you could realize, he was already next to you placing his carrying case onto the floor.
“Hey,” his deep silked voice ringed into your ear. Your breath hitched again. Why now, he’s too close, way too close. A great hot sensation flooded into your body, you felt as if you were in hell’s reign of fires, begging to be cooled down. You could imagine the scorching temperature was so hot you could see the steam arising from your skin. You desperately needed to get away, far away from him.
“H-Hey are you okay,“ his question stammered out in concern. A hand lies on your forearm, sending a shocking chill down your spine. You quickly swatted his hand away, ridding of his cool touch. Continuing with the overwhelming warmed sensations that protrude out of your body, your head is left airy and numb. “ I-I need…to go,” you stood up wobbly allowing your chair to scrap against the gradient floor. The sound alerts most of your classmates and unfortunately, your professor, who was amidst his lecturing.
“Miss L/N, do you need anything,” he asks, sliding his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose. Ignoring him you slowly move your legs forward,gripping the table to give you stability. Your legs felt heavy and stiff, destined to drag you down. Another scrap behind you followed, emphasizing the heave you make as you forcefully trail towards the classroom door. Again, you slightly lift your leg to make another step forward, your knees begin to buckle, slowly your body starts to break down.
“Y/N!” A hand tightly grasped your forearm, making your knees slap against the floor and your upper body to sit up and arm dangling high. Everything seems so full and heavy. Once clear voices that filled your ears were now blurred murmurs. Feeling the sight sensation on your arm you were destined to know who was touching you. You pick up your clouded head and tilted it towards the owner of the hand. Your pupils grow large as they greet the overflowing pools of green.
“Eren,” you whispered before you succumbed to pitch black.
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Lavender, a pleasant fragrance of the flower emitted through the black void. Its floral scent filled your lungs as your chest inhaled and exhaled. Though smelling its pungent fumes were very much satisfying , you wanted to see more than ever.
Pressure pulled on your eyelids as you slowly pry your eyes open, quickly shutting them as white flashed into your sight. Groaning you began feeling your surroundings. “Im laying down on a bed,” you spoke to yourself as you started to shift your head side to side. A plush fabric rested at the back of your head, “A pillow”.
Moving your hand over your body, “Still have my clothes on,” you internally confirm with yourself. Deciding to give your eyes a second chance to see, slowly, your eyes open. A pasty white room came into view, looking straight ahead was a sign that stated:
| NURSE OFFICE |
You've never been in here before, not only the fact of you not needing medical attention but as never recalling a college campus having a nurse in general.
Collecting your thoughts as to why you were here, a shooting sensation spiked up your legs. Flinching from the sensation, a memory sparked your mind. You recall your knees crashing to the floor then glancing up to be met with piercing emerald eyes that stared back at you.
“I see you're awake,” you froze in place at the voice beside you that you knew and hated so well. Turning over, you were greeted with that same stupid pearled smile, those green irises gleaming into yours. A scowl painted your face in rage. Suddenly you lifted yourself from the bed, swinging your legs to its sides. Eren's eyebrows clenched together as he watched your abrupt movements.
“ You might wanna rest a bit more,” he voiced his concern. Disregarding him, you stood up only for your legs to shakily bend. “ Y/N!”, his tone now raised, he stood and sling an arm around your waist pulling you close to him. His hard abdomen grazed at your back.
You could feel his toned body pushing against you. His sandalwood spiced cologne kissed your nostrils, filling your nose with the musky scent. For a brief second, you felt yourself melting into his stern grasp, his hand gripping your side as if he would never let you go. The touch could be described as almost soothing. But satisfaction has its inevitable clarity, you shoved his arm away from your waist, breaking free of the guilty pleasured binds.
Your legs quickly carried you to the front of the office door, ready to pull its handle. “W-Wait” he called out as his hand grasped at yours. Once more feeling his contact, you ripped his toughened hand from yours. You shuddered at the fact that he touched you, he now knows how you felt, he knew if your blood ran warm or cold.
“ DON'T TOUCH ME,” you screeched as your shout ranged around the room. The silence was deafening. Everything stood still, frozen in time, unwilling and unable to move. Eren took a step back to observe you, watching you stare at him in fury.
Eren never got it and was unable to understand why you were always tempered when it comes to him. At first, he assumed you had bad days and redirected your frustrations on any and everybody around. But, it became too frequent every time he would interact with you or at least try. But he never gave up sparing you a smile, of course he didn't exactly know you but he wanted to give you an opening for you to speak to him. It would only be on your terms.
Any other person would retaliate and be just as cruel as you have been to him but he knew that it was never a safe choice to make. He knows because he has done it before, he has been that person before. Blinded by hate and anger so much that whoever or whomever would face his fury. And once he did so, he reaped the biggest consequence, he lost the most important people in his life. Leaving him in even bigger emotional distress. Realizing he had no one because of his undefined feelings he refused to counter against, he almost gave up on himself. Until he came to a conclusion of his actions and his consequences, his hurt became everyone else’s hurt. The phrase hurt people, hurt people became so transparent to him, as many saw before his new revelation. WIth this realization he became the person he was afraid of and rejected. He wanted to be able to cry, to rely on others with waves of guilt to wash over him. He didn't want to hurt the people that he most cared about simply because he was hurt. He wanted to live again. And so he did by healing and restoring what he had broken, gluing his foundation back together to create his most sacred place in his heart.
Hence while he is watching you as you grit your teeth and firmly ball your hands into fist while staring at him.
“I’m sorr-” “SHUT THE FUCK UP”, you shouted at him once more, craning your head out towards him. Your breath pumped hard out of your chest, as if you were at the last lap of a marathon. You were tired. Tired of him, tired of everything, of yourself.
“ If I made you upset, I-” his words were cut as a stinging pain spread across his face. Shifting his sight up to you , you were teary-eyed and fueled with rage. He clenched his eyebrows, and his eyes softened at yours.
“W-why don't you just leave me alone,” tears jerked at your waterline, pooling your eyes with the salted liquid. Instead of him answering the rhetorical question he allowed you to continue. “It's like you dont know when to stop.” droplets poured down the apples of your cheeks.
Silence claimed the room’s sound, hushing any of its noisy competitors. Waiting for his reaction, you watched as he stood wordless. The buzzing of anger heightened within you.
Why isn't he fighting back? His lips pressed and tightened together with a pathetic look of pity. Suddenly you quickly stepped towards him, stopping until you inches away from his body.
He jolted as the impact of your push moved him backwards. “ Go ahead say something, I know you want to,” you tease, manically smiling at Eren, egging on for a reaction. Another wordless response from him. You shoved him again, “ Come on do something, you're not just gonna let me do this to you.” As he balanced his leg from the impact, he looked at your wet eyes, those eyes drowned in anger, regret, and hurt.
“Fight back” you shouted, giving him another push. His eyes tracked you as you kept track of him. Your arm began reaching out to send another blow. “Fight ba-,” the last word was cut out of your mouth as he caught your arm.
He pulled you into him, allowing his chest to press against your body. The suddenness caught you off guard, you then tried tugging and pulling away from his grasp. “ What are you doing,” panic trembled in your voice.
You struggled against his strength, tugging, pushing and pushing away. His grip didn't slip once, all of your efforts failed. Growing frustrated, your actions soon slowed down at a dying pace. Your tugs and pulls weakend one after another, then finally you came to a complete halt. A gentle hand laid on the back of your head and guided you to his chest.
“Just stop,” he softly whispers out, "Please”.
Finally submitting to your loss, tears piled on the waterline of your eye ultimately overflowing down onto your cheeks and Eren’s t-shirt, creating wet darkened trails . Sobs and weeping from you echoed into the room, bouncing back into your eardrums. Your hand reaches up to lay on his chest, seconds after you bunched the fabric, closing it into your fist. You needed something to hold on to, something to keep you from falling, you needed-
“No….never”, you thought, shamelessly shaking your head in disbelief. Warm lips pressed on your forehead, puckering as he spoke “I know… I know.” With your head placed on his chest you felt his words vibrate against your ear, its muffled yet buzzing sensation soothed you.
The two of you stood by the white bed, he swayed you side to side as if you were a restless child. As time fell forward, eventually, your cries and tears ceased. And with time moving minute by minute, you felt an odd sense of comfort when being pushed up against his chest. Eren’s eyes peered down to get a slight view of your face. Your eyes drooped with exhaustion, slowly blinking every so once and a while. His other hand was placed at your back and began dragging in an up and down pattern.
A sigh escaped from your lips at feeling all contact he had on you. Now you could say both plans backfired and ultimately resulted in you getting closer than ever to him in contrast to the goal of being further away. A wave of disappointment seeped into your chest, you failed at the only thing that mattered to you. Him.
Deeply sighing again, you removed your head and hands away from him to turn towards the bed. Stopping in front of it, you then turn and sit on the plush comforter, you then mindlessly stare at the walls.
Eren soon followed after. His palms slid across his pants, stopping at his knees as he sat down next to you. Turning his head, he shifts his sights back onto you, waiting for you to accept his eyes.
Your head turned to the side, eyes meeting his shining emerald ones. They were so rich in its green color, overwhelming yet captivating. You couldn't look away. His lips parted as he began to speak,” Tell me.” A strand of your heart springs pull at his words. Closing your eyes, you exhaled the tension that arose in your chest.
Your eyes opened to gaze at him again, “ I don't like how nice you are.” Eren cocked his eyebrows in confusion. “ You don't like how-?” Let me finish what I was saying,” you quickly interjected him, you cleared your throat before continuing. “ I don't like how nice you are, it doesn't come off as genuine. Eren’s eyebrows deepen in their confusion. “ Because I know how it feels to be nice to everyone, doing everything for them so in return you hope to gain a friend.”
The silence after your statement indicated his opening to speak. “You're wrong,” he answered. It was now your turn for your eyebrows to bend. “How am i wron-.” “Let me finish what I was saying,” he smirks as he plays on your words. “You see Y/N, I've realized something about you.” your eyes widen at him. “ It's not that you don't like the fact that I am nice but you don't like the fact that I'm nice to you.”
That familiar pounding in your chest began to brew. Your head shook in denial, “ No, that’s not true.” “ It is Y/n.” “No,” you say in a faint whisper. “And I'm here to tell you that I want nothing from you, but you.” The breath in your lungs dropped into your chest. Tears once again pooled at your waterline, spilling down the dried streaked swells of your face.
You wouldn't believe it, you know how it goes, you've been through it many times before. You just happened to catch him before you gave in. You couldn't believe that he wanted nothing from you, he didn't-
A hand pushed at the tip of your chin, tilting your head to face his. “ I mean it,” he says gazing into your watering eyes. Droplets fell from your face onto his hand that nestled your chin. “ Those times I've tried to talk to you,” he let out a chuckle. “ I failed and I don't do those things for you because I expect something out of you,” his lips curved into a small smile. “ I do it because you intrigue me.” Warmth spreads through you, sending tingles through each and every part of your body.
This feels so strange, you thought. Every time he looked, spoke and touched you, it felt…strange. His smile would firstly piss you off but underneath that blanket of anger was that strange feeling. It was perplexing but instead of indulging in the feeling, you swept it back under the rug where its previous occurrence lies. Never before had you met a guy that instilled this phenomenon in you. It could've been anyone else, so why?
“ From the first moment I saw you, you had a look on your face that I was so familiar with before.” Your eyes shuffled back and forth to look at both of his eyes, begging him to go on. “ And I thought to myself, I know, I know her so well.” His head tilted a bit, observing your face with a small smirk. “ I tried to deny it and assumed you ran into a pole before coming to class but after a while it became so frequent whenever you saw me.” A soft giggle came from your throat, a smile painting your face, shortly before it settled into dejection.
“ But..I know how you feel Y/N,” he let go of your chin, resting his hand back on his lap. “ Right now you have a huge wall up, you've been hurt by people and not only did you blame them but you blame yourself.” he wore a glowering look on his face as he spoke. “ Which is the start of you hurting the people you love and the people who could have a chance to love you.”
Thoughts of your friends came to you, surely they've felt the wrath of your inner turmoil, but blinded by your hurt you failed to see it. You were bound to drive them away with your abrasive behavior. And to people who have made an effort to get to know you. Thinking of the times people would give you nothing but kindness you deemed them worthless, condemning their presence around you. To then watch as their smiles fall into a frown, cursing your name or parting from you in disappointment. It soured your heart. And Him. He never left, his smile never once did fall when looking at you. He still had the courage to keep trying despite your lack of interest in him or in anybody. You hurt people. Your selfishness, pride, and trauma hurt people. Hitching breathing came from your lungs.
“ I'm sorry,” you croaked as your throat tightened. He reached an arm out to touch your arm, “Hey.” You repeated the apology over again, tears threatening to spill again. “ I'm sorry, I’m so sorry.” he pushed himself forward wrapping his arms around you as you cried. “ I know, it’s okay,” his warm hands gently stroked your back. “ It's gonna get better after this, I promise.”
After the continuous rubbing of your back to settle you into contentment, you decided that it is best for you to pass up on heading back to class. Eren offered to carry your tote bag to your car, you undoubtedly obliged. He walked ahead to hold the exit door of the building.
The cool breeze of outside’s air kissed your face while its bright yellow companion let its rays shine on your skin. The walk to your car wouldn't be long as the student parking was directly across from the campus. Eren slowed his pace to let you take the lead to the lot. While making your way down, there was no conversation held between you two. Instead, you reflect on your new found revelation.
Everything that just transpired in the nurse's office replayed over again. Crazy to think how your end goal was met yet came with consequences that you didn't expect. In all actuality, you believed that it would have not been possible for you to come to your senses on your own. You had Eren to thank for that, you were truly indebted to him. Still confused as to why he chose to help you afterwards. You thought that the interaction would be a one and done type of thing. He would no longer be interested in anything relating to you. And you would be alone on your journey to redirecting your psyche. But he stayed.
Finally after the silent walk to your car, you turned to Eren. “Here you go,” he lifted the bag towards you. Grasping it out of his hand, you sling it across your shoulder, “Thanks.” “No problem.” Silence shushed the whispers of the wind that traveled along the skies.
Emptiness fell between the two of you, waiting for the other to say something.
“ I want to ask you something”
“ Thank you for everything “
You both ran through your words simultaneously. Both taking a moment to chuckle, Eren’s laughter was the first to die down, he shook his head.“ Go ahead, it'll save me the embarrassment.” Unsure of what he meant, you spoke.
“ I just want to thank you for everything today, and I deeply apologize for my behavior towards you. I don't know how to repay you.”
One of his fingers reaches up to tap his chin, giving off a look to be deep in thought. In a panicked frenzy, you immediately ask stepping closer to the male, "What is it?” A smile grows onto his face,“ if you give me your number, your apology will be greatly appreciated.”
A burning warmth extended over your body, flustered, you hesitantly answered. “ Is that only what you want?” A rich chuckle arose from him sending ripples of nervousness to your stomach. “ What do you think I've been trying to do this whole time?” Refocusing your gaze on the asphalt concrete, a shy grin creeped along your lips. “ Sorry,” it was embarrassing for you to remember how kind he was to you before immediately disregarding him. Eren briefly shrugged his shoulders,” I lived..somehow,” he murmured the last part.
Letting out another chuckle as you dig around your bag to fish for your keys and phone. Pulling out the items, you hand him your phone to exchange each other's numbers. Seconds later, he was finished tapping in his info into your phone and handing it back to you.
Preparing to leave, you opened your car door to chuck your bag into the passenger side. Closing the door back you turn towards Eren, he was already staring at you. Realizing you caught him, he turned his head sideways, the supple of his cheeks burned into a bright red. “ Ahem,” he abruptly cleared his throat. “I'll...uh..see you later, let me know when you made it home.. if you want of course i'm not forcing you but-.” Thank you Eren, I will,” you smiled at him while opening the car door.
Hopping inside, you start up the car, the ignition roaring loudly. After buckling up you switch gears into drive. One last time you gaze back up to meet his eyes. A hand emitted from his side, waving side to side. You lifted your hand and copied. And with that you pulled off, turning away from him.
Involuntarily your eyes move to the rear view mirror, showing the brunette male angling his fist and forearm downwards to his side with a look of victory.
Looking back onto the road, you smiled to yourself while taking the lane that would take you home quicker.
I'm about to post a eren one-shot but I've come to realize, a lot of ppl do and don't like they use of Y/N. Please help me choose, I want to post it as soon as possible
Y/n or indication of your name ( ex: they shouted your name)
includes: eren jaeger + armin arlert + levi ackeman + jean kirstein
MDNI
EREN gets irritated by the way your hips sway out of the living room. Today you were on laundry duty, washing and drying both you and Eren's clothes. It was a blessing because he came home exhausted from his shift, all he wanted to do is sleep. You reappear gripping a heavy basket, making your way into the laundry room, leaving the door open. You bent over fully displaying your plump ass to your boyfriend. Eren sighs as he stares at your figure. He cant help but to imagine him thrusting into your wet hole while you desperately try to hold onto the dry's door. You laughed to yourself, you knew exactly what you were doing. Honestly, you were surprised he held out for so long. But you hoped he would fail the second he took a glance at you. Eren felt his skin engulfed in heat, the feeling of lust nagging at his soul. His cock harden in his pants, the tip protruding against his zipper. He felt like an idiot, agreeing to no nut November. Though today was the last day and he was going strong for 4 weeks and a day, he knew he wouldn't make it through the night. And you being bent over was his last straw. You hummed as tuned as you placed the damped clothes in the dryer. swaying your hips side to side to the tune. After pressing a few buttons to start the machine. Slowly You stood up ready to collect the other clothes, until you feel a harden body pressed against your back. You felt him, his hands glided over your underwear.
"take 'em off"
Armin blushes as you rubbed his thigh while slowly grinding your pussy against his leg. "Come on, it's the last day," you teased eyes piercing through the blonde man's. Armin breath's deepen as you began to stroke his hard print. He tried to think of anything to take his mind off you. Though nothing could give as he still felt your hand gliding over him. Precum leaked from the tip of his cock, spilling onto his briefs. He knew it would take more then trying to distract himself. "One day, it's just one day" he reminded himself, regretting doing this challenge in the first place. You let out a soft moan as your clit bumped against him. Armin silently cursed to himself, he finally had enough. He suddenly threw himself off the bed, hitting the hard floor. You halt your movement, feeling the loss of your boyfriend's body. Your eyes widen as you quickly ran to his side. He laid there stiff and quiet, arms spread away from his body.
"You need help ?" you asked staring at the back of his head.
"I-I think I'm gonna stay here for a while," he sighed into the ground.
Levi rolls his eyes after you waltzed into the room wearing nothing but lingerie. He knew the game you were playing. Throughout the whole month, you wore little to nothing around him. Your touches lingered way longer than it used to. So when he saw you wearing your slutty two piece, he turned away while going back to enjoying his drink. You strolled towards him, playing a innocent front. Standing in front of him gently calling his name. He took another glance up at you, setting his mug down.
" Put some clothes on, you'll get cold"
He wasn't budging, he refused to lose to your petty games. Again, his eyes shift away from your body. Growing frustrated, You suddenly pounced on the black haired man. "But I'll be warm if I stay in your lap," you flutter your eyes at him. He huffs as he pushed you aside, coming up to his feet.
"I'll get a blanket for you". You furrowed your eyebrows at the man exiting the room. Levi smirked to himself, your plan didn't work. But After tonight, he could wait to give you what you've been waiting for for a month.
Jean is mesmerized by the way your dress fitted you. After not seeing each other for almost a week he popped up to your place, asking you out to dinner. He now stands in the middle of the doorway waiting for your appearance. You strolled down the stairs, breast snugged and tucked, skin glistening, and lips glossed and plump. Jean could almost pass out to how stunning you looked. He admired your face but couldn't help to glance down at your bobbing chest. You quickly ran into his arms hugging his firm body. You reach up to place a kiss on his lips. Your arms wraps around his shoulders, fingers sifting though his undercut. His arms snaked around your frame, pulling you closer to him. A sneaky hand travels south palming your ass. You let out whimper as his hands now grasp your cheeks. It's been too long since you both had sex. But you doubt that you would get lucky tonight. You groaned as you remember him telling you about the pact that he made with his guy friends. It was bad enough that even before this month you weren't that sexually active with him, due to his conflicting schedule. You shake off the dreading thought as you feel his lips trailing down your neck kissing it ever-so slowly. You moaned his name, surrendering yourself to him. As quickly as it started, it ended just as fast. He pulled away pulling his arms away from you. You grunted, irritated by his change of mind, " Why even do that if you can't go all the way." Sounds of clothes hitting the ground filled your home.
"Who said I wasn't going to?" he retorted tugging at his tie. Your face warms as he pulls your hand towards the stairs. You pulled your arm back " But what about the..." you trailed off looking away from the auburn haired man. He shifts his eyes on you amused by your concern. "Oh? Right, I guess that more important," he sarcastically teases wearing of a obviously fake pout. "Wait! I was kidding".
He cheekily smiles " I know." He scoops you up pulling you into a kiss, He wasn't going to wait another second.
yeah you can tell who's my favorite. This was my first time writing for anyone other than eren. sorry if some were shorter than the others, I'm running on 4 hours of sleep, I am BEAT.
On the heavily grass hill, a small wooden house claimed it's spot. Two beings claimed the small cabin as their home. Now, the two are at parallel distance, one's life is lost, the other, slowly losing their own.
The man laid slumped against the cabin walls, eyes fallen shut, laying restlessly. Lines grew on the man's face as his life drained from his body.
“See you later Eren,” Mikasa whispers as she gently grasps his severed head in her hands. Drawing him in, the gap closes between the two lovers, lips pressing softly against each other.
Slowly the world fades into darkness.
“AND CUT! THAT’S A WRAP EVERYBODY”
Eren pushes Mikasa's hands off of his face to engulf her and close crew members and casts into a group hug. Claps and hoots boomed around the soundstage. The other cast and crew members bombard each other in hugs followed by howling cries.
This was the end ?
*Camera shifts into focus*
A grey-haired man appears with a obviously plastic moustache, holding a microphone. He shifts side to side in silence while staring at the camera.
"Go"
“Is it recording,” the man questions as his moustache begins to tilt crookedly from his upper lip.
“Yes, go”
The man shifts the faux facial hair to it's proper position, "I just wanna make sure I look prese-"
"GO!!"
The moustache quickly falls on the ground. His body movements sputter as he corrects his posture.
” HELLO LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I AM CONNIE SPRINGER AND WELCOME TO ATTACK ON TITAN FINAL SEASON-"
The camera quickly zooms in on the his face .
"Behind. the. scenesssss", he whispers, hissing into the camera then places a wet long kiss on the lens.
"Ew man look what you did to the damn camera," another man voiced in disgust behind the camera. A hand harshly swipes against the saliva-stained lens.
"Well if you wanted to come up with something for the intro, you should have volunteered"
"Well, I wouldn’t been able to live up to your title”
Connie smirks “As the handsome, dashing, glamourous, narrator of the film?”
A deep chuckle spouted behind the camera, “I was gonna say, the idiotic boots looking motherfucker of the film but whatever floats your boat”.
The grey-haired boy charges at the videographer with fists swinging in anger. The camera quickly turns around to face a light ash-brown haired man, now running away from the enraged narrator. Fear paints his face as Connie follows behind closely on his trail.
"JEAN, YOU SON OF BITCH"
The camera picked up the raspy winds crashing into the audio. His breath hitched as he quickens his pace, shouting the words directly at the camera
The Titan Tapes consists of a compilation of clips from interviews, cast social media, and behind the scene footage on set Of Attack On Titan.
Actor Au ------Actor!Eren x Actress!Reader
( In Progress)
A/n: I randomly got this idea to do a Aot behind the scene series after watching dangerous woman diaries ( iykyk). I was like, what if I do this for Aot, since people are literally still in shambles after the last episode, why not make it a actor au. I'm pretty sure actor au is basically canon by Isayama. Also, the chapters will be very short bc they are small events in each chapter.
A/n: I'm sorry I took so long to get this part out. I was very busy with my classes, I had relationship problems, family issues, I was a hot mess. But after rewrite after rewrite I can finally put this out. How convenient that its on Final Aot day. Honestly, I'm also glad that I am putting it out today bc I'd rather be hot and bothered rather than sad and sobbing. Btw I am gonna fix the first part because I feel like it lacks a lot of things. If you still want to read it, it’s linked below
wc:4.3k
Part One
Cw: slight teasing of weight, oral ( fem receiving), overstimulation, heavy kissing
” So does Eren behave himself when he talks to you guys,” you ask the chat as you sat down on his lap.
“What? you know I always behave myself,” he cocks his head towards you grinning. “Sure you do,” you said rolling your eyes. You know that he rarely behaves himself when it comes to you. So, you could assume he’s the same in front of an audience. You point your finger towards the camera. “Look, seems like the chat knows you better than yourself.”
Eren’s attention shifts to the screen to see the chat flooding with comments siding with you. “It’ll be your own people huh?” you let out a quick chuckle while picking at your nails.
“Do you guys have anything you wanna ask her,” he questioned.
You speak up, “Yeah, you guys can ask me anything “. You didn't know where this sense of comfortability came from. Maybe it was Eren's aura or the way he communicates with his audience. It’s a possible reason as to why he has such a big following.
Eren has always been transparent about how he feels whether it’s about something or someone. The guy has a hard-on for conflict, but the way he is authentic with himself is admirable. “Anything?” Eren raises his eyebrows in amusement. The sound of a notification alert pops up on the monitor. A monotone robotic voice booms from the computer’s speaker” what is the freakiest thing you've done?”
“What do you mean?” you furrowed your eyebrows together. Of course, you were not going to show that side of you. Who do they think they were trying to ask a question like that? Perhaps you do tell them, then what? You become the biggest streamer’s slut? Smart remarks filled your head ready to be spat at the viewers. Though, integrity got the best of you and decided to remain quiet.
“Aww come on, you can’t let the audience down now” he teases. Eren begins soothingly stroking your thigh. As he strokes, he draws patterns of circles, leaving you to accidentally shudder in his grasp. He then intriguingly raises his eyebrows.
“Oh my god, I'm literally slipping off of you” you grab on both sides of his thighs to try to push yourself up. “Geez you’re like a fucking slip and slide, what did you do bath in, butter?” you mumbled. Eren looks down to your bottom half and notices your butt touching his knees. “It’s okay, I got you,” he murmured.
“Goddamn, you’re heavy as fuck.” You whipped your head to face him to strike him a glare. He then adjusts himself with you on top, making your bottom rub against his crotch. A low groan escaped his mouth. You felt heat brewing on your face.
“Uhhh let’s see, is there any more questions?” you ask desperately looking at the screen. “Y/n you didn't even answer the first one” he raised one eyebrow and lowered the other. You stop your internal thoughts as you once again feel a hot sensation on your thigh moving. You try not to acknowledge the hand with clear intentions of riling you up.
“You gotta toughen it out y/n.”
“Actually,” you start. Eren eyes shot up in interest. “I can recall, the time I... you know... to a professor in a class,” you stammer over your words. Instantly, a wave of regret crashes into you. Somehow you forgot Eren attends this same college and classes you take. You silently cursed at yourself.
“Oh?” Eren’s lips curled up into a smirk. “And who might that professor be?” he questioned. Learning this fun fact about your sexual deviances aroused Eren's curiosity. In a millisecond, your ear is set ablaze as pressed his Eren's lips against it. “Would that be Professor Erwin or Miche?” His warm breath brazes your ears which ignites a fire in your stomach. “Or maybe Professor Levi?” his hand slithered its way towards your inner thigh. Your legs quickly squeeze together in hopes to stop the throbbing that started between them. Luckily, Eren was just in time to snatch his hand away from the trap. Your face was twisted up in frustration.
This hasn’t been the first time that Eren has teased you. But this felt different, it’s almost as if you don’t want it to stop. The words he’s throwing at you don’t feel like feathers this time around. His hands on your thighs feel like it’s burning through your skin. The heartbeat in your core seems to pulsate harder and faster. You didn’t want it to stop but you were fighting to not look desperate.
Satisfied in your response, Eren clasped his hands together. “Alright I'm gonna end it right here make sure you share the stream with your friends, follow Y/n on her socials and repent, toodles” he sings. Eren leans over to hit a hotkey on his keyboard which he assumes ends his streams. He then swivels the knobs on the computer’s speaker on mute. He once again lays a hand on your thigh. You let out a short hum clearing your throat. He then leans back to take notice of your stiff position in his lap. Eren lightly squeezes your arm,” You, okay?”
“I’m fine,” you pull away from his grip. Eren can tell when he goes overboard. He could just make it up to you by buying your favorite food like he always does. But for once in his life, he would rather be mature and talk it through.
“Hey, I know this was your first time on here and I know it was a bit overwhelming,” he breathed. “I do apologize if I made you uncomfortable.”
“I said I’m fine Eren,” you raised your voice. Eren was taken aback by your sudden attitude towards him. His once loud and lively room was now clouded with silence. “I think we should head down now,” he placed his hands upon your plush waist. Gripping the chair handles, you turn around allowing your legs to lay against Eren’s waist. “I lost my appetite,” you whispered in monotone.
You couldn’t understand yourself as to why you suddenly opposed his suggestion. Wasn’t your main objection being to take him downstairs? You could just walk away from him and have that same gut-wrenching feeling in your stomach. But your body wouldn’t allow you to move. Something snapped, those times of playful bickering started to build a form of lust and desire. Maybe now was the time to reveal the real reason behind the constant squabbles.
“Y/n, I said I’m s-”
“You know,” you started. “Our little fights always end up leaving me confused,” your gaze pandered between his dark forest green eyes and plump lips.
From what you could remember, Eren constantly had some girl hooked up on him. Hell, he even got Mikasa wanting to try him out. But for some reason he could never really settle. His mind always seemed to wander to the same person, you. The squabbles could be played off as friendly but the feeling of wanting it to go further lingered. But as a result, it left you reaching for more, wanting him more.
Eren’s heart pounds loud against his chest. He always felt as if going further wasn’t an option. He had his moments where he just wanted to hold you so close, as if he would die if he let go. Moments where he wanted to make you his. Perhaps if he did the things he thought of doing to you, how would he face the friend group, what about his fans, and Mikasa? He decided that acting upon his true feelings towards you was too risky.
“We’re friends Y/N” he confirms, his eyes soften under your gaze. Your eyes then pondered around his room. “Is that all you want to be?”
He huffs out an air of defeat. The sound of the ventilation buzzing was consuming the room.
“I-I” he stuttered as the pounding of his heart was breaking his sternum. He raises a hand to cover his rose-colored face.” Y/n what’s the point of this,” he audibly muffles. You reach up to pry his hand away from himself and hold it in your palms.
“I’m doing what I feel is right to me,” you reply with reason.
As corny as it felt, you no longer had interest in letting the feeling of desire leave you again.
“So, antagonizing me is what feels right to you? “Yup, that sounds just like you,” he speculated. Your face drops into a frown,” No dumbass.” Your fingers hook in the crevasses of his. Eren scrunches his eyebrows together in uncertainty. “Then what?” You place your intertwined hands over your heart that was protected by your flesh. “Us” you replied in a hush tone. It seems like Eren’s face couldn’t get any redder. Your hands enclosed over his, touching your chest, it felt as if he were in his recurring dream. This time, he was hoping there would be no interruptions to wake him.
“Are you fucking with me,” Eren interrogated in disbelief. Your skin began to spread warmth to your face. “Yes, I mean... no but I want to- if you know what I mean,” you ran over your words frantically. Still not connecting the dots, Eren’s head cranks his head to the side. You inhale a shaky breath” I can’t believe I’m saying this but…”
“Eren, I like you,” you sheepishly state. It was as if you could hear a needle drop on the floor. To make matters worse, the screaming vents were now hushed. “Well?” you quizzed. His eyes darkened as he stared through your soul. Your heart tanked to the lowest part of your stomach. Your confession has left you embarrassed and empty handed with no response.
That same damn feeling.
Your frustration grew as you started to pull your legs away from his waist. A hand jumped out to grasp at your thigh pulling you closer. You jump at the sudden movement. “I want you to say it again.” You could feel your blood pressure rising by the second. He got some nerve to try to humiliate you. “Hey, I finally have the courage to tell you- “
“Y/n, I want you to say it again,” he repeats while his eyes were capturing your psyche. You silence yourself as you can sense his serious demeanor. His eyes were dissecting every part of your face.
“I like you,” you whispered.
Suddenly, you felt your lower half become weightless. Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck for security. Eren’s arms gripped the back of your thighs as he moved towards his bed. It was like time was strolling through Molasses. You begin to study his face. So, tense and stern as if it was in concentration to finish a task. Just minutes ago, you were just stopping by to send a message from your friends. Now you were in his bed waiting for his next move.
Dropping you onto the bed, he stands in front of you, sighing while his eye sweeps over your face. You bite your lips anxiously not wanting to make any other part of your body move. Once again, the room continues its loud humming.
“I try so hard to resist, but you always seem to reel me back in.” You remain still as your thoughts race in your head. “Do you not care about what people will say,” He harshly grips his biceps.
“No”
His jaw clenches tightly. Why couldn’t you understand how risky it is for the both of you? The possible backlash of his viewers that was also used to seeing Mikasa on the stream. Mikasa possibly being jealous that the two of best friends are entangled in each other’s arms. He thought of the many outcomes of the situation which were all negative.
“Why can’t we keep it a secret, nobody has to know,” you crossed your arms against your chest. Eren walks towards you, stopping close as your legs almost touched. He leans over, his face nearing to yours. His minted breath tickles your nose.
“Because Y/n, being around you, I can’t be secretive.” His closeness has you yearning, you crave him. Your eyes frantically search his, you could almost feel your heart jumping out your chest. Not waiting a second more, you crash your lips into his. Releasing years of tension and desire, you melt as your lips mesh together.
He loses balance as you pull him on top of you. Regaining his composure, he leans in closer to your face. You hastily reach up to grab a hand full of his locks, enclosing his hair in your fingers. Eren groans as your grip tightens. His groan sends millions of nerve shocks to your core. You let out a soft moan into his mouth. A sudden wave of clarity hits you as it feels like you haven’t gotten his full approval. A quick smack could be heard as you pulled away from his lips.
“Are you okay with this, we can stop,” you inquire trying to steady your breathing. Eren chuckles as if your question were nothing but a joke. “I don’t think now is the right time to start asking questions.” You smile brightly leading him back to your lips. He then pushes harder into the kiss making you needlingly whine.
He begins tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth. He sweeps his tongue in between your lips, exploring your warm mouth. You lower your hands towards his pants, rubbing his hard print. Eren quickly pulls away from your mouth while pushing you back flat against his bed.
He now feels the temperature of the room increasing by the minute. He pulls the hem of his shirt over his head. Your eyes scan his toned body as he studies yours. He decides he wasn’t going to be the only one shirtless. “Arms up,” he commands you. You lift your arms over your head as he pulls your shift off. Now bare breasted you cover yourself up. “Don’t be shy now, should I cover mine too,” he joked covering his tanned nipples. You let out a short giggle, rolling your eyes revealing your chest. Eren smiles as he trails his lips down towards your breast.
You shiver as you feel his tongue leave hot kisses on its journey down south. He latches on to your hardened nipple, sucking and licking as he flicks the other in his hand. You jolt up panting from his touch. The sounds of you moaning tighten the grip of print in his pants. “Eren” you whimpered; your core was leaking more of your slick.
“Feels good?” he asked with a labored breath. “Mmhm,” you moaned. His fingers began to run up and down the sides of your legs. Your head grew hot and dazed, the warmth of his touch scorched your skin. He then lowers his head to peck your thighs leading down to your heated core. Your heart rate spiked as you knew these course of events officially change everything about your relationship with him. Eren’s eyes reach yours to ask to continue. You harshly swallow the hard ball of saliva stuck in your throat.
You then nod your head while swiping your tongue on your lips as the heat made them chapped. Your legs felt a strong pull as thighs were raised to the sides of your stomach. Swiftly, your panties were snatched away from your body. Then you look down to see his head ducked below your thighs. A wet long stripe swiped across your lower lips. Your legs quickly try to shut but eren’s reaction time was faster, catching them in his hands.
“You want me to stop?” He asks. You shook your head side to side in desperation for him to continue. “Then keep still, ‘kay?”
“Okay,” you responded.
Settling back in between your thighs, you felt another long stripe now on your folds. “Oh fuck,” you cried. Your breath was hitching, you felt air being sucked out of your lungs. Eren could felt his cock get more sensitive as he rubs it against his pants. He towards the top of your pussy and puckered his lips around your needy bud, giving it several pecks.
“Oh my god, “ you moaned loudly. Your hands were clawing at your chest not having another place to settle. The sensation was overwhelming your body, the heat from the room and his mouth set you aflame. You felt a long intrusion prodded at your sopping hole, entering you slowly. You let a high-pitched squeal as you squeeze your eyes shut. Eren gazed up at your face turning in satisfaction. He lets out groan around your hard bud buzzing it into more pleasure.
“Yes, right there,” you screamed out. Eren works his fingers harder and deeper into your hole. Stretching and curling his long digits. The squelching of your dripping core and screams echoed around the room. Eren began to feel the grip of your walls tighten and loosening, letting him know you were close to your speedy climax.
“Eren, more please,” you needily whined pushing yourself closer to his face. He then removed his fingers and plunged his tongue into your hot core, swirling it around. Once again glancing up, he peeks at your pleasured face, lips falling into a perfect “o”. His fingers start to circle around your clit. Your feet curl up and down over his broad shoulders. While soaking and scavenging your hole, he brushed over a small plush button. Your thick arousal dripped on to his black satin sheets leaving a damp puddle underneath you.
You gasp hard as you arched your back off the bed. He smirks as he hits the sensitive spot over and over. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your stomach clenched. “I’m gonna cum,” you panted wearily. You felt his pace on your bud and hole quicken faster than before. He presses deep into you, numbing the spot that weakened your senses.
“Ahhh, yess” you hiss in despair. The band in your stomach begins to ripple harshly. He pinches your clit tightly in between his fingers, yanking the nerves upwards. In an instant, your walls clench and stutter profusely. Panting and crying out, as Eren decides to rub you through your orgasm making you whine in pain.
“Eren, no more, please!”
He shushes you while enthusiastically applying more pressure on your bud. The sensation of you needing to release again ached you. Fluids suddenly began spurting from your overstimulated cunt. You cry out as drool seeping out your gaping mouth.
“goooood girl,” he praises you, slowly drawing circles on your clit. As your breath settles, he slowly removes his fingers from you. Looking over, he presents his dampen fingers to you. “You might wanna get a- “
Eren slipped the wet digits into his mouth, licking and slurping your juices from his hand. Blood drained from your face as you watched him pop his fingers out of his mouth. He smiles at your astonished reaction.
“You taste good,” he smirked. “Shut up!” you angrily yelled. He then began moving closer towards you.
“Wanna try?”
“Eren, I swear to god, get away from me,” you shouted grabbing the covers from underneath to protect you. “Come here~” he teases. He quickly makes his way to your side while cackling. You shriek, a gasp of wind grazes you as he rips the blankets away from your bare body.
“NO,” you scream out as his face is inches away from yours. Eren halted his body from moving further. “You actually don’t want to try it?” he questions. You slightly turn your head away from his deep green eyes.
“Well, I- uhm”, you nervously stammer out. Eren softly smiles at your demeanor in enjoyment, “it’s embarrassing,” he finishes for you.
“It’s embarrassing,” you shyly confirm while nodding your head. His fingertips rest at the bottom of your face, tenderly pushing it back to face him. Your eyes attach to his, occasionally shifting to his plump lips. “Listen, I’m not gonna force you,” he assures.” But it was funny watching you scream,” his dimple forms on his cheeks as he breaks out in laughter. You frown in humiliation but soon, bits of giggles spill from your mouth. Your joined laughter filled your bodies with happiness, neither you nor he wanted it to fade into the abyss.
Eren laughter dies out as he focuses once again on your face. His thumb reaches your lips, gently brushing over them. Your eyes saturated with temptation, inching closer to his warm lips. He understood your command, closing the thin gap between the both of you, your mouths gracefully settled on each other. You could feel your chest twist and twirl in excitement.
Could it be love? No, no, that’s a tad bit heavy to use the L word on the same day of your confession. It felt too light label it as a crush. Whatever it was, bonded the cracks of your heart that formed each day that came before this one.
Letting the kiss linger a second longer, you could taste a reminisce of a sweet and tangy flavor on his mouth. You pulled back from him allowing a sigh to slip out, “I wanna try it,” you confessed. Eren’s eyebrows slanted in confusion, “You already did”.
“No, I did- OH!” You shouted covering your mouth. You jokingly smacked your lips together to taste yourself again, “you’re right I don’t taste bad”. Eren smiles at your blatant wittiness, it’s one of the things he most admires about you. The quick jabs you throw at him and the rest of the group, it seems he’s the only one who manages to keep up.
The mention of the group assisted in his daze to drift to the main purpose of you being here. “Y/n, we should probably head down now, it’s been while since you left them”. You slid your shirt over your head as you hummed in agreement. He follows your lead and begins to put his shirt on.
Time seems to pass on fast, in a span of minutes you were introduced and teased on his stream, let out your confession and allowed the man you have been eyeing out on for years to devour you.
“Dammit,” you stoop down to look under his bed. “What are you looking for”, he inquires also tilting his head down. Your hands blindly wander under his bed frame, “I can’t find my underwear”. The constant slapping of your hand against his floor was tiring and the lack of light in his room didn’t help with your searching.
“Oh, you mean these”, your head turns up towards the brunette boy. His hands hold the panties, balled up and enclosed under his fingers. You stride towards him quickly as he grins, eyeing your exposed lower parts.
“Eren, give it to me,” you warned sternly. He backs up raising the panties behind his head, “it was so good you’re begging for more huh?” he taunts.
You angrily step closer to him, “Eren!” you gritted your teeth. “I don’t know I think it’ll kind of be exciting to free ball it, don’t you think”, he laughs still steps backwards.
“Fuck you,” you angrily retort.
“Ah, we’ll get to that another time, don’t wanna be too needy”.
Finally reaching him, you stare with dagger in your pupils. Not a peep could be heard as he stares back with levity, seeing this as nothing but fun. Your eyes shift between the parallel green ones, fury congests your stomach. Eren fights the urge to grab your face and push your soft lips on his.
“Whatever”, you huffed out in defeat, going to put your shorts back on. He smiles lightly, retreating his prize into his top dresser drawer. You make your way towards his door ready to exit but something still nagged at your thoughts.
“Eren, what is this now”, you questioned in concern. He slides the band out of his hair, making the brown locks frame his face and shoulders. “You mean, what’s going on between us,” he asks with vagueness. “Mmhm” You hummed wanting him to continue.
“Oh yeah, your mine for sure”, he carelessly raked his fingers through his tresses. You felt heat flash across your cheeks, flustered by the fact that you were now in his possession.
Eren then bites the band while gathering his hair into one fist in the back of his head. The back side of his biceps strained; veins flexed as his grip tightened on his hair. You stare at the voluptuous muscles that fought against his flesh. The boy finally places the band in his other hand then ties it into a somewhat presentable bun.
“Even in front of them”, you questioned referring to your joined friend group. The door was now ajar, the light of the hallway bled into his room making the luminesce shine on your body. “We’ll talk more later, let’s eat,” he mumbled nodding his head into the lit-up hall. You whispered a quick “okay” as you made your way out and soon, he follows right after.
Darkness had absorbed every spec of light in the room, except one blinking spot of red on Eren’s desktop.
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“And I even got the chance to hold one”, Armin boasted proudly. The other remaining friends gathered around the table excited to hear about Armin’s oceanic studies. Food was placed on the counter waiting to be consumed, mainly waiting to be consumed by Sasha as she anxiously stared at the thinning steam that rose from the pot.
“Don’t you think that’s a bit dangerous to only be for a general research assignment”, Jean asks in genuine concern for the blond. “No, not at all”, Armin answers while swiping between photos on his phone of the sea animal he held. Jean sighs in defeat, what a way to be reckless for an extracurricular class.
Mikasa sat in between the 2 blondes, patiently waiting for you and eren’s arrival. She pondered at clock resting against the wall. It’s ticking reminding her every second and minute goes by without the appearance of her 2 friends up the stairs.
“It’s going on fifteen minutes now”, she informs the group. “I'm sure they’ll be down in a sec”, armin reassured while glancing at the time on his phone.
“Yeah whatever, who’s idea was to wait for him anyway”, the food fiend groaned. Armin and Mikasa accusingly pointed their fingers towards Jean. “ I thought it would be a nice way of gathering together”, his face painted in pink.” “Mama’s boy”, Sasha muttered under her breath.
“ Hey, I heard that! ”
Connie, too consumed by his phone to engage in conversation decided to do a check up on his socials. Twitter was the first choice, he laughed obnoxiously at a couple of tweets from people he followed closely. Afterwards, he viewed the current top 10 trending topics.
Elon Musk, a copycat.
Megan thee Stallion, she can step on me.
One Piece Live action, mid.
Jaegermeister exposed, about damn time.
It wouldn’t be surprising if eren did a tip slip, that wouldn’t be the worst thing he could’ve done. Connie, not anticipating the unexpected, lazily pressed the bolded subhead. Automatically, the top video began to play out, his breathing came to a sudden pause; pupils dilated in shock.
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