EARNED IT ; eren jaeger

chapter thirty-seven!: home, sweet home.

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄.

25.0k words. a synopsis of acts: smut: violence, talks of death, panic attacks, crying, foul language, attempted murder, childhood photos, fragments of the past, your sister, sadness, crying on eren's chest, eren crying, talks of children, baby fever. a synopsis of smut acts: fingering, overstimulating, reassurance, praise, hand-holding, soft & sensual sex, mouth covering, sex in your childhood room, unprotected sex, cumming inside of reader, crying during intimacy, (f) cumming, aftercare, boob sucking, mentions of assault, manipulation. read with caution. warning long asf. eren wants kids. vote!

The unseen skies were greying as you and Eren sheltered inside your shared room. The splays and pelting of rain waltzed against the canals of your ears as you both rested entwined with one another, your calm auras as gentle as can be with another. The softness of Eren's arms, entwined with yours, set an ample amount of peace to circuit through you. You wanted to refrain from allowing the two of you to embed yourself within the plans, that were yearning to set place, due to the eager arrangements you had planned with him during your time within the dreary hospital. A place that failed to replenish the ever-growing happiness that swarmed your light body, as it did now.

Eren's body was reposed against your one. He loosely held you as he was deeply asleep, his frame finding long-lasting warmth, in your body, even if consciousness wasn't his state in the occurring moment. Eren had always been a deep sleeper. But recently, he had aged to become a much lighter sleeper, distance sounds drawing his attention, even if he held an expression that was always displayed when he remained in a deep slumber. So, nonetheless, you always refrained from parting from his frame, willingly gifting him the lulling warmth and tender comfort of your body, as you both catered to the silence, unconscious or conscious.

You didn't desire to leave the softness of his warmth, you desired to rest in his arms for an eternity, it was something that you deeply desired. After all, the two of you now practically had a home together, beginning a new chapter between the two of you, a chapter of growth and repair. You didn't want to wake Eren up, but you were set to do so. So you decided to gently turn your body away from him, to face him, and placed a gentle kiss against the tip of his nose, causing him to stir awake.

"Hey, my love," Eren speaks, in his morning tone, his voice rather raspy as he pulled you closer to him, by your waist, feeling your nimble skin against his own.

"Hi, my dear," You exuberantly return, momentarily feeling as he pressed his bare chest against you, allowing you to listen to the softness of his heartbeat — as his warmth caressed your frame.

"What has you kissing the tip of my nose this early in the morning?" Eren questions, his fingers finding your nude back as he allows his fingers to hover lower, granting them permission to slumber on your lower back as you held him, too.

"Because we need to get up, Eren. We're going to see my parents today," You tenderly say, nearby his ear, your lips not failing to meet his neck as he rubs your lower back, his hands cupping the suppleness that rested.

"I guess we can get up then. How far away is your parents' home?" Eren allows you to remove the plush covers off of yourself, revealing your breasts to him. You slept exposed as you were too tired to find a shirt, you just took off your bra.

"Roughly, I think it's two hours away from here. But, when we get back, if we do, I want to make dinner for us," You say, observing as his eyes flit to your taut nipple, as your body remained arched, making him begin to grow eagerly hard at the pleasurable sight of you.

"Yes, I would really like that. But, do you want to cook together? I really want to teach you my mother's family recipe," Eren murmurs, his cheeks gently tinted with a crimson hue as he peers away from your breasts, too afraid of wanting to grow hard again — he didn't want to have to jerk himself off, all because of the sight of you, once again.

"I would love to learn your family recipe, in a heartbeat. I would love to make it, to see you enjoy it. If it means so much to you," Eren's tint in his cheeks remains as you place your arms above your head, allowing your breasts to rest as you stretched, your boxers clinging to your elongated waist.

"I love you so much, but we have to do it together. We'll go through it step by step," Eren speaks, his eyes resting on your face as he yearned to avoid getting hard by the ethereal sight of you. You were so beautiful to him, like
the moon that gleamed the brightest in the sky, the only moon.

"Sounds like a plan. I wouldn't mind doing that, it just means more time with you," You feel as your breasts begin to grow colder, at the lack of duvet covering you, so you grasp onto Eren's hand, using it to rest on your right breast.

"If you want me to hold your boobs, just say so," Eren breathes, observing as a smile planted itself on your face. He willingly held your right breast, fondling it, as you moved against his touch.

"There's no point, you always love holding and sucking on my breasts," Eren finds himself growing scarlet at the causality of the words you had released. You were always yearning for him; it was something he adored. He valued the neediness you were also keen to disrepute towards him.

"It's because I love getting to hold one of the most intimate parts of you, it makes me feel special," Eren's words were always ones you found rather adorable, though he always meant it in a light-hearted nature. His mind dipped in a haven he deemed as one embroidered with the love he held for you, though it was far from being furnished. His love for you was one he couldn't dare to fully display, it stretched far beyond human reach.

"I love you. I want you to forever hold me, never let go of me," You murmur, caving in to the feeling of his large hand cupping your breast.

"I would never let go of you. Now, as you said before, we have to get ready to meet your parents. I can't wait to talk to them more in a more settled place. They love me," Eren says, giving your breast a singular squeeze before he collected himself, removing the duvet off of himself and sitting up, his long hair resting rather messily against his face.

"They do love you, they truly think you're the best thing that's happened to me. They said something about us always having a way to find each other," You mention, inching closer to him and sitting opposite him, extending your prominent hand out to greet the strands of hair that rested messily.

"We always do, we've found each other again. This time, we're more mature, more able to pursue what we want. My ten-year-old self would have been so happy right now, he would have never expected to see the woman he loved the most be with him today," Eren rests his ample hands around the curve of your waist as you lean further against him to alter his misplaced strands of hair.

"Hey, why didn't you tell me that you were in love with me ten years ago?" You press your hand against his hair, now placing yourself in his lap, straddling him as your breasts settled nearby his face.

"Because you used to tell my younger self that you would see us as people who rested by the big tree with each other and that I would always bring you popsicles," He honestly states, kissing your under boob as you tinkered with his smooth strands of hair.

"Oh! That tree. That was so long ago, I failed to fully remember this," Eren chuckles, spewing his next words, his lips so heavily fixated on the most intimate parts of you.

"I'll take you to it, soon. You didn't let me finish my story. I had the urge to protect you as a child. I would always take you to the tree nearby our parents' house. I would practically do anything for you, as you did for me. I missed you when we moved away, but I missed you until I was twelve. Then, you slowly began to fade from my memory," Eren states, his rosy lips skimming your breasts every now and then, from such intimate contact, he loved how cosied you got against him.

"That's quite sad, yet so adorable. I can't wait to discover how much my parents know and remember. We were robbed of time with each other," You quietly breathe, your eyes fluttering as he harshly sucked on your taut nipple, effectively teasing you, despite such a sensitive moment being undeciphered.

"Yeah, we were. But, it doesn't matter now, it's only the two of us, for now," Eren mutters, his lips taking in your nipple, once more, as you speak, so concentrated on the way he latched onto your nipple with subtleness.

"You're right, but we've got to get up before this turns into a whole three-hour sex session," You feebly whimper, hyper-realistically feeling as he inches away, using the tender padding of his thumb to cleanse the slickness that coated your nipple.

"I wouldn't mind that, but I'll allow you to be able to walk, 'cause it's rude to get busy and miss out on your parents," Eren's cocky with his gentle words, his tone rather sly as you remained eagerly straddling him, arranging unfit strands of his hair, as your breasts rested nearby his face. You were careful with his hair, filling him with platonic words, to restrain a boner from settling within his underwear.

"You'll never miss out on my parents. They adore you, Eren. We have endless time for meaningful sex," You assure him, his final strands of hair slumbering as you wrapped your arms around him, smitten with the closeness of the warmth he was so keen to plague into your calm aura.

"And, meaningful time for cuddling, too. Hey, my love, when we're done showering together, can you help me tie up my hair? I love how gentle you are with my hair," Eren expresses his pondering thoughts. His lips were so desperate to kiss yours, as you held him, so insensitive to the thought of pulling away, contrasting it so deeply and pulling his nude self, closer against your perky nipples. His touch was so favourable, you so desperately wanted to aggressively take control of his lips, moving your lips against his own, with passion.

"Always. I always do it before you fall asleep, in bed. What makes you think I would pull away from doing it? I love your hair, so much," You feel as he groans against you, pressing his tender lips against the arch of your jaw. You fondle with his hair, still, enjoying how sensitive his scalp was, as you racked your fingers through the sensation of when he reacted beneath your touch, his tanned cheeks being infiltrated with a crimson hue as you messed with his hair.

"You do. You love giving me cornrows and everything, even though you know you shouldn't," Your fingers entwine with his untamed hair as he speaks.

"You're only mad because you're tender-headed, but on a serious note, I do love your hair," Eren finds his cheeks twinkling with a crimson hue as you remain mesmerised by his hair, displaying such intrigue at the beautiful sight.

"Yes, so what if I am?" He teases, his lips finding your jaw once more.

"Then, you love me. You love me so much to the point you would let me viciously braid your hair, even though you're tender-headed," You say, gasping as he teasingly nips at the flesh by your voice box, halting your words momentarily. A gush of a flustered expression is embedded into your facial features.

"I love you more than you say. Of course, I trust you with my hair, do you see how you do your own?" He says.

"You're right. But, I love you more than what I admit to saying," Eren playfully jabs at your words, his face tinting a crimson hue.

"You better keep it like that, but you know I love you more," You chuckle at his words, despite the both of you knowing you loved each other so heavily — though Eren seemed more likely than you to admirably express the emotions and feelings, caused by you, that pleasingly overwhelmed his wholesome self.

"Eren, we will not argue like this, but I love you more," Eren plants a kiss against your neck, wrapping his arms around your lower back, steadying you.

"I will not question your love for me, but it's safe to say we love each other almost the same," Eren teases, noting that he indeed loved you more, even if you attempted to insist you loved him more. He had been thoroughly in love with you in the beginning, but so had you.

"Yes, we need to go shower now. The longer we stay here, the longer it will take to get to my parents' home. I know it's going to get emotional when we get there. A part of me is scared, I don't want to be scared," You couldn't help but admit, honestly flowing out of you as you were with Eren at the moment — you would never lie to him. Either way, he could tell if you were — but you rarely ever lied to him.

"Try not to worry as much, I'm with you every step of the way. If you're scared, just let out what it is that's making you scared, never be afraid to just let it all out. We'll overcome your fears together, to the point you're able to learn to cope with them on your own," He assures, kissing your lips as you got off of his lap, sitting in front of him, as tears streamed down your lithe cheeks.

"I love you. You've done nothing but be here for me, I truly love you, Eren," You say as he wipes your tears, allowing your tears to stream down his thumb as he cleared them. He wondered how he was going to piece you back together slowly, it hurt him seeing you hurt.

"I'm always here for you. Your pain is my pain, too. Your hardships are mine, too. Your physical pain will always be aided by me. Emotionally, I'm a part of you. I suffer when you suffer, remember that," Eren says, shifting closer to you, to press his forehead against your own as your tears land on the sheets.

"I suffer when you suffer, too. My heart fails to beat when you're sad. My eyes do not shine when you're not fine. My tears don't stop until the colour returns to your face, Eren. I am also a part of you, remember that, too. You are no longer alone, your battles are also mine. Emotionally, I am a part of you," Your hands rest on the sides of his pelvis as you speak with honesty, allowing your tears to flow as you also attempt to assure him that you wouldn't be okay if he wasn't himself.

"Are you trying to make me cry, too?" Eren teases, suppressing his tears as he stares at you.

"I just wanted to tell you the truth. I'm not me without you, Eren," You state, feeling his forehead shift against your own.

"I'm not me without you, too, Y/n. You've saved my life many times," Eren openly admits, falling silent after his words.

"You've saved me, too. I owe my life to you," Eren frowns at your words, his brows becoming one as he refrains from treating your words in the way you wanted them to be treated: in a way where he took credit, agreeing with this factor.

"Don't say that, you don't owe me your life. If you say that, then, I owe my life to you. You saved me that day. I wouldn't be here without you, you're the one who practically saved the history between us." Eren chuckles, using his laughter to hold back the emotions that plagued his body, vigorously.

"Is it the day I'm thinking of?" You close your eyes, against him, holding onto his waist, firmer as you restricted tears from falling from your eyes.

"When you took me into your room that day? Yeah, that one," Eren lets out, gritting his teeth as your felt yourself beginning to softly cry at the revelation, too afraid to hear what he was set to say about that day. You practically sullenly cried with him, that day, comforting him to the brink of death.

"Let's not talk about it if you don't feel fully comfortable yet, I can see you're shaking, Eren," You note, feeling as he shook against you, too afraid to fully allow a single word flow from his lips, as he glanced down at the sheets.

"You're right, I don't want to talk about it yet. I'm ready, but I don't want to ruin the mood anymore," You pinch his arm, for his untrue words, causing him to partially pull his arm back in pain.

"Don't ever say that you ruin the mood. I always want to hear what you have to say, regardless, fuck the mood," You feel as he chuckles against you.

"You're right. That hurt though, and change your name to mood. I wouldn't hesitate to do that," Eren shifts his forehead away from yours, glancing at you, with teary eyes, only for you to clear the tears that began to fall.

"You're so horny, Eren. But, let it all out, I'm here for you. I want you to just cry to your heart's content. I want you to be comfortable and crying to the point you feel good again, I don't want you carrying your burdens, alone. I want you to share them with me, even if it's just you crying against my chest," You sullenly state, feeling as he altered his body to settle against your chest, as you settled your body down on the sheets, allowing him to rest his head against your stomach as you held his neck, gifting him support.

"Thank you. Thank you for allowing me to be vulnerable with you, my love," Eren whispers, his tears beginning to settle against your stomach. He was much more vulnerable now, it hurt your heart. You wanted to piece him together again, to a point he was less sombre without you.

"You know you don't thank me for allowing you to share what you feel, Eren?" You whisper, threading your fingers through his soft hair.

"But I'm grateful for having you allow me to be this vulnerable. I'll always thank you, even if it isn't necessary," Eren sniffles, allowing his eyes to partially close at the softness of your stomach. He couldn't help but notice two faded scars nearby your pelvis. He heavily loved those scars, they reminded him of his own.

"I love that, but you don't need to feel as if you need to thank me for something that is already yours. The next time you say thank you, I'll pinch the bridge of your nose," You tease, allowing your fingers to smooth through his hair as he released a sigh of relief, his rosy lips turning into a smile.

"Pinch the bridge of my nose then. I'll always thank you, you deserve it. You take less credit for things than you should be. You are practically glue for the group, but, even you fail to realise this," Eren momentarily closes his eyes, feeling your breathing change against his head — he loved how safe you always made him feel.

"'Cause I like it when I don't realise that. I just love being there, even if I subconsciously know," Eren sighs in awe, his eyes softening at the sweet revelation — many people didn't deserve to have someone like you.

"You're too sweet for this world. Can we stay like this forever? I don't want to get up, I just want to rest on your stomach." Eren's words leave you growing humid, they filled your body with a beautiful toxin, allowing you to remain fixated on his subtle words. His words held inexplainable beauty, they plagued your mind, your soul, your body, no matter how dishevelled they appeared to be.

"I'll take the compliment, 'cause it's you. Hey, we have to get up. My ma and pa won't be happy if we come late. The drive is already far enough, plus, you get to meet my sister and her husband. I don't know if they'll bring their child," You explain, observing as he grew confused at the discovery — you had never clearly told him you had a sister.

"You ready to get up? I want to stay here, forever," Eren feels as you slip your hands away from his tender hair, allowing him to rise from your stomach, getting ready with a wholesome frown adorning his face.

"Yeah, I want you to meet my whole family. And, I want to be able to steal portions of my cultural food. My ma makes it best, it's heavenly," You speak, placing the palm of your hands against your breasts, inching off the ample bed to approach him — as you spoke with glee. A freeing happiness, you held, granted him permission to feel beautifully lighter. If words could hug his features, he would inscribe them into his face, so you would be able to faintly see the words with each loving kiss.

"I can't wait to see your old room and the videos of us younger. I want to see what we were like back then, and what we spend doing together. It's all clouded in my mind," Eren explains, allowing his body to rest beside your own, as he presses a singular kiss against your lips, enjoying the serene feeling that temporarily came with each tender kiss.

"My old room is just filled with posters and everything. It's not the best room, but it has this cool vibe to it. I just know my mum has all the videos." You chuckle as he allows his hands to rest on your lower back as he listens to your words. Words that were comforting against his ears.

"I can't wait to see it all, though. I just want to see what the old you did, that would be so cool. I want a chance to embarrass you, too." Eren states, allowing himself to twirl your body around as he held your waist, momentarily allowing your body to cater to the wispy air. The smile on your face was rather whimsical, securing an ample amount of beauty.

"My parents will do that, too, Eren. They'll encourage you to do so, they seem to love you now. If they love you, that means they expect marriage. We gotta get married now, they love you," You proclaim, in a calm tone, your words layered with humour as he held you, his lips never failing to turn into an efficient smile — a smile that mooned his gentle gestures. They cancelled out any sullenness he held, though he currently held none.

"Your parents do love me now. I still have to apologise for not interacting with them on that day, I shouldn't have left without saying a single word." Eren confesses, feeling partially ashamed by the route he had decided to fulfil that day. He should have at least spoken to them, though his mindset that day wasn't the sanest.

"I don't think they're that bothered. They knew you were going through a hard time, as they were. Also, many grieve in a different way from others, so they were aware of this. My parents knew you were going through a hard time, so they let you collect yourself instead of pushing you, barely being acquainted with you." You inform Eren, your lips cautiously greeting his own as he glances at you, his eyes shielded with a loving, glassy expression. You found fondness within his viridian eyes.

"That's good, they seem to be understanding. I know everything is going to go well, they loved me when I sat in the chairs with them. I still can't believe your dad used to tie up one shoe for good luck." Eren spews, leaving you softly laughing at his words; your family truly did love him. They seemed to welcome him with warmth, unwilling to barricade him out. Glancing at him, they were able to tell he was the one for you. The look he held in his eyes, when around you, displayed all there was to know: he was admirably in love with you, in a way that was set to last forever.

"My dad is odd like that. But, I love his oddness, it keeps me in check with life. Don't act as if you're not odd, too. I see you setting your face as my laptop wallpaper constantly, Eren." Eren's cheeks settle with a crimson hue as you now gift yourself the opportunity to tease him — he hated being teased. A taunting redness overwhelmed his cheeks.

"That's not odd! You just love seeing my face, so I give you what you want," Eren elaborates, pressing his lips against yours one more — he loved your kisses, they made him feel so warm.

"I love your face so much. It's so beautiful, but anyway, do we tell my parents we're practically living together?" Eren glances down at you, only to press his free finger against your forehead, teasing you as he always had.

"If they ask about it, you can answer that. Or, you could wait for a few months? It's up to you, you have to explain it to them. I'm still getting to know them, so, I think it's best for you to explain that." Eren's words leave you rather warm, but rather sullen, as you were sure your parents would be able to come to terms with the situation; they cared for everything that gifted you safeness. And, they knew Eren gifted you safeness.

"I'll explain it. I don't know if you'll be meeting my sister, her husband, and their daughter. I hope not, 'cause my sister will be at your throat. She'll have to make sure you're the one for me." Eren groans at your words, unable to fathom the fact that he would have to be aquatinted with more people that wanted to taunt him — he didn't like being heavily questioned by people.

"I don't need to prove that I'm the one for you. I know that I am, but I guess I can be civil with your sister questioning me." Eren runs his finger against your lip, his index finger curling, to rest against your jaw, as he lifted your face to face his.

"As long as you don't piss anybody off, we're all good, my dear," You tease, resting your lips against his own. You cup the suppleness of his face, only to feel as he tenderly settled your body against the mirror — allowing a blissful cold to infiltrate your skin.

"Eren...we can't fuck, yet. As much as I want to fuck you endlessly, my mama and papa are expecting us. I've straightened out my walk, so I can finally walk after yesterday." You breathlessly state, allowing your lips to entwine with his own as you cupped his face. You tender kisses to grow into ones that were much more heated. Each kiss was an act of love, not an ounce of lust lingered within them. It was a declaration of love each time.

"It seems that you read my mind, for someone who seems to be going in for the kisses." Eren's words are teasing as you hold his body against yours, allowing your breasts to grow taut as you rested them against him, attempting to allow your breathing to become more in sync.

"'Cause I love your lips against mine. Now, let's go shower together. We have a long drive. I forget how far my parents live." You murmur, allowing Eren to softly kiss you once more, allowing his hand to rest against your stomach. You were so beautiful in his eyes; he loves you so much.

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You and Eren had finished showering and changing with one another, catering and tending to each other's nimble bodies as the lukewarm water pelted against the two of you. Though the two of you weren't supposed to be blissfully showering for such a long time, you couldn't help but enjoy how positively delighted the two of you were with one another. The songs you sang. The way your soft lips brushed in a sparking way. The way his calloused hands were so gentle with your body, you had eagerly missed this serene clouding sensation for the longest time. It felt blissful, gifting you beautiful solace, as you and him were slowly beginning to form a new norm around the lingering trauma that had once patronised your being.

"Are you ready to get going soon?" Eren questions, applying his jacket, as he turned to you, his eyes glimmering with sparks as he eagerly glimpses at your presence — his eyes jaded with soft love.

"I'm almost done, Eren. I'm just trying to find a turtle neck jumper," You speak in a murmur, attempting to shift your gaze upon the ground, as you didn't want to process the sombre reason why you were searching for a turtle neck.

"Hold on, wait here," Eren enunciates, his eyes tenderly meeting yours, as he walks past you, allowing his oak fragrance to plague your senses. It allows you to feel at peace with his homely scent — his scent assured you safety, you loved it.

"Oh, okay," You remark, allowing your foot to beat against the ground as you were moments away from peeling the skin away, from the side of your cuticles, only for Eren to come moments before, placing your hand to the side, stopping you from subconsciously afflicted harm upon yourself.

"Don't hurt yourself, my love," Eren allows his arms to bandage around your shoulder, a foreign item in his hand partially tickling your lower back.

"I won't. Eren, what is it you have in your hand? You're ticking me!" You say, jolting as he ran the item against your back, softly chuckling at the provoking movements you performed.

"Close your eyes," You do as he suggests, allowing yourself to be settled in the calming darkness, as an object ticklishly skims against your neck, only for it to settle lighter this time. It seemed as if he was wrapping a scarf around your neck, oh how he was smothered with adorableness.

"Look in the mirror," Eren allows his hand to entwine with your own. You inch closer to the mirror, allowing your eyes to analyse every ounce of detail, as he held you, attempting to stop tears from flowing from your aching eyes. You glance at the red scarf, tears so close to leaving your eyes — it smelt amazing.

"Eren, it's beautiful. Thank you for wrapping this scarf around me. I love you, so, so, so much," You say, attempting to hold your tears back, as now you weren't destined to display the scars you had on your neck.

"I love you so, so, so much, too. Don't cry, it's all good," Eren speaks, leaning to place a kiss on your cheek as you held back your tears. He was so thoughtful, it warmed the negativity within your heart.

"Okay, I'm not gonna cry. Let's get to the car, I'm ready now. Hold on, do you have my earphones?" You question, burying your head in his chest as you smiled. Smiled at how caring and fortune he was to and for you.

"Yes, I got them in my pocket. Let's go now!" Eren rubs your lower back. You attempt to recollect yourself, against his chest. He smiles, knowing that you weren't crying, rather attempting to contain the excitement you held. He could tell as you weren't tense against him, rather your aura differed from your usual aura. It felt as if he could sense your aura against him, as it amplified when you were with him.

You depart from Eren, taking a hold of his hand as you both led yourselves out of the room, moving blissfully as you trailed out the room. You glanced at all the beautiful decor, before you gestured your way down the spiral stairs, being careful with your movements as you approached the bottom of the stairs with him. You still found the home so surreal, it was rather perfect, furniture hugging every single corner. Its variety of homely hues set you into an instant setting of peace, you truly loved it here. A part of you wanted to start a family here with him, but it was all too early.

Calmly, you and Eren make your way out of your shared home. You gleefully remain nearby him as he assures himself the home is locked, and every once of security is intact. Your lips perk into a smile as he mumbles under his breath. His cheeks pool with crimson as he turns to see you lingering nearby him, listening to every word he spewed — his triple-checking worried you. But, you never questioned it, you knew it was for the greater good so that in itself assured you both got by, in a more calming way.

After Eren had thoroughly inspected the outside of your home, he took a hold of your hand, glancing at you before you both inched your way closer to the large black gates. He embedded a sort of code into the gates, allowing it to open before the two of you. You use a free hand to attempt to block out the crude sound that tolled against your ear. Hatred was all that you held towards the ampleness of the gates, its sounds distressed you.

"Sorry about the sound. I can't control that," Eren chuckles, adjusting a part of his scarf on you as you continued to wince at the sound.

"I'm still wondering why you don't have a garage. But, I'm not going to question it," You say, allowing your fingers to tightly entwine with his own. The morning hues enhanced his features, he was beautiful.

"You do realise there's one over there? Look to your right," Eren speaks, his fingers gesturing over to the large spot on your right. It was a place concealed with trees surrounding it. You wondered why you hadn't grasped onto this factor.

"I never saw that, I blame all these trees. But, at least I know it's there, Eren. Thanks for pointing that out, I couldn't ask you last night, all 'cause you were asleep." You allow air to leave your lips as you and Eren flee from the gates, glimpsing at the sight of his car resting in front of your home.

"I was waiting for you to figure that out yourself. I was wondering why you thought these gates were just randomly here." You feel warm at Eren's words, they recalled how ludicrous you appeared to be in this moment; the garage was so visible. So what was it you weren't able to grab sight of?

"Yesterday, I was just so excited. I took in the scenery, but I didn't bother to attempt to figure out where it was. But, it kind of reminds me of the Teletubby thing, I forgot its name. The hill thing!" Eren's eyes meet yours in confusion as he chuckles, finding your fumbling rather adorable. He wanted to cuddle up with you right now, allowing music to plague the false reality you've both created.

"I know what you're on about, but I can't figure out the name of it. Search it up later, we'll be able to figure out what it is. Now, after you, M'lady," Eren teases, cautiously unlocking his car doors, and opening the door for you with politeness, largely smiling as you sat within the plush seat.

"Thank you, my dear. Never forget to kiss my lips after you act like a gentleman," You declare, feeling as he sat within his car seat, pressing his lips against yours before he locked your car door, placing it in a setting you found pleasurable. You didn't like the thought of someone being able to open your car door, on their command.

"Act like a gentleman? This is how I normally am," Eren chuckles, placing his lips upon yours, once more, before turning away from you, a crimson hue mooning his cheeks.

"I know you're a gentleman, my gentleman," You mutter, stealing a single kiss from his lips before you allowed your fingers to roam his scarf. It was rather warm. An exuberant warmth that seem to replicate the warmth that rested against his body. It was as if he gifted you another part of himself, it was rather beautiful.

"Then you're my gentlewoman. I'm deeply in love with you and favour you as someone who is the person I treasure the most," Eren's tone seeps with a foreign poshness. But behind every singular posh word, he spewed, was a true in-depth meaning you had always been familiar with: the fact that he was deeply infatuated with you, nothing could taint the love you both stored for another.

Gosh was it such blissful love. Love that contrasted the origin of Romeo and Juliet, pulling the two of you closer, despite death always being at bay. You guys were meant to be, there was nothing in the way now.

"You're so good with your words, I see you've been reading more of my books, Eren," You say, feeling as he starts the car.

"I was reading you bedtime stories in the hospital, every single day. Plus, I was even reading them to you yesterday." You feel yourself shy away, in profound embarrassment, as he applies his hand against your thigh, squeezing it beneath his grasp.

"My knight in shining armour. Listening to your voice is the best thing ever, especially before I sleep. Your voice makes me feel safe, I love it." Eren grows warm at your words, the faint crimson hue, in his cheeks, never seems to perish as you allow yourself to carry on speaking, as he now began to drive, playing a song the two of you favoured: Paris in the rain.

"I admit, I am your night in shining armour. But, before we get there, let me pick out flowers for your mum and dad, as an apology," You nod at his words, placing your hand upon his own, as you allow your head to slump back in the seat. A smile playing upon your lips, though the smile was permitted, such a light thing you loved. Loved the fact that you were still able to smile with Eren, despite how many misfortune situations had besettled within your nimble life.

—

You and Eren had spent hours within your home city, spending money on things your parents were set to attain. He had generously purchased campanulas to honour your favourite colour. He always dedicated a lot of his things to you, rather because he loved you so very much. You were the one he would always base things upon. He even asked for your input on this critical situation, he only wanted to purchase the best for your parents, as they were an important part of your life. He knew the flowers were the one, based upon the fact that your eyes seem to communicate along with your lips.

But despite the fact that he had picked out flowers for your parents, you both now remained in front of your childhood home, your eyes meeting with one another, as you rested within your parents' drive-thru, mentally preparing yourselves to handle the mental impact of this situation. You remained sitting there, talking to Eren as you attempted to settle your nerves, attempting to become civil with the fact that you were finally going to be visiting your parents for the first time after the accident.

"Come on, I think it's time. Let's go and meet your parents, the sun is beginning to set, my love," Eren tenderly speaks, his lips pressed against your forehead as he holds you within the car, his hands so fixated upon the softness of your face. The cerulean hues, in the sky, began to become more prominent, causing you to finally take in Eren's words, finally enabling yourself mobility to grant yourself the opportunity to leave the car, tear-free.

"Yes, we should. I don't want to ruin the flowers you have bought, they're beautiful. Plus, I'm scared to be in the dark for too long." You say, wiping the rest of your tears as you allow his lips to greet yours. You felt as if you were finally ready to face the reality of the situation: the aftermath of it. The hurt that many others were put through, all because of you.

"They'll cope. But stay there if you don't feel like coming out, take your time. Oh, yeah, let me get your car door. I'll open it for you," Eren speaks, opening his car door and closing it, inching closer to your side of the car, unlocking it with a button he had on his car key.

"I'll get the flowers in the back of the car," You say as he opens your car door, allowing you to unbuckle your seatbelt as he extended his hand out to you, permitting you to take a hold of his hand as he guided you out of the car. His lips met yours in an instant, it was a reassuring kiss; he was so adorable.

"A nighttime kiss? Or was that a good luck kiss?" You place a singular noteworthy kiss on his plush lips before beginning to approach the far from vacant back seat, endowed with endless amounts of elegant flowers. "It was both. Or, maybe, I just wanted to kiss you. If I don't kiss you every second, I don't feel okay,"

You open the back door, feeling as Eren lent against it, as you began to collect the bundle of flowers, within your arms, your bubble butt poking outside of the cool car. But, to your refined luck, Eren held onto your supple waist, with his free hand, making you much steadier as you backed away from the backseat, holding the two large flower pots within your arms.

"Thanks, Eren," You feel as his hand slips from your waist, as you back away.

He waits for you to move elsewhere, locking his car doors before he took both of the flower pots from you. You weren't to carry anything around him, he always carried it for you, that was just something he subconsciously did.

"Thank you, again," You walk ahead of him, lightly smiling as you took in the nostalgic sight. A captivating smile eagerly playing on your delicate lips.

"I miss the old swings, they were so beautiful. My sis and I would sit there, swinging and talking about life," You explain to him, your tone diminishing as you glanced at the warming scenery. The tender rose bushes remained beautifully intact, sheltered with a versatile portion of mellow dyes that brought an equanimity within you. The roses were the most frowned upon, but they were knowingly your favourite.

"What did you guys talk about?" Eren asks, his face partially dumbfounded as you whispered to yourself, only to become more fluent in becoming one with the sound.

"You know, we just talked about friends, relationships and everything. It was fun to just swing and talk. But, I guess they've removed the swing," You say in partial sadness, slowing down to remain by his side.

"Did you ever talk about me?" Eren says, in a teasing tone, his brows furrowing as you glance at him with your lips parted, attempting to contain your smile at his contagious playfulness.

"I always talked about wanting a man like you. I would talk to her about wanting to have a man who treated me right. A man who would cry to me, be vulnerable to me, and not let the norm get in the way of us. I sat on that swing, balling to my sister, wishing for a man like you." You feel rather free as you allow the story to finally leave your mind, allowing the story to now take form in Eren's mind.

"I guess you have me now. I've always wished for you, too. I sat by Zeke, in the living room, a few years ago, wishing that I would finally be able to finally have someone who wanted to have me for me. Who wanted to listen to me. Who thoroughly cared and understood me," He pauses, continuing, looking at you before you were about to knock, "And, I'm grateful it's you."

"I guess we both have our happy ending. I'm so glad I've found you, you are the moon to my sky, Eren." You turn to kiss him, being careful of the tender flowers, cupping his face. You felt bad for placing a subtle amount of gloss on his lips, but it seemed as if he liked it, he could taste the cherry to it.

"And you are the sun to my morning sky," Eren steals one more kiss from you, despite his hands being full of flowers. His sweet blush under the moonlit sky was so settling, he looked so adorable flustered, you loved it.

"I like that. I'm knocking now, may my mother not whoop my ass," You say, standing on the step as you pressed the doorbell, taking a deep breath as you removed a streak of fluff against the tip of Eren's nose — you were so glad he didn't sneeze.

"Hello, who's there?" You hear your mother's tone, 'causing a warmth to spread within you as you allowed silence to linger for a second before you granted an answer to set stone in this conversation. "Your little lilypad."

"My baby, c'mere!" Your mother exclaims, eagerly opening the door. She pulls you within her arms, her eyes creasing with joy as you begin to break down within her arms, tears staining her clothes as you couldn't handle it, no matter how much you had mentally prepared yourself — seeing her always made you cry. Maybe, just maybe, it was the homely scent she carried. It always made you feel like you had a platonic warmth.

"Mama, I'm sorry! I'm sorry for scaring you," You speak, feeling as she held you tighter, collapsing against the floor against you as she also cried, her cries fuelling you to further cry. "It's okay, baby. Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault. C'mon, let's stand up, you can't leave your boyfriend out like that,"

You allow yourself up with your mother, clearing your tears, as you softly smile at Eren, moving closer to him as he stood there, allowing his facade to remain intact as he watched the scene unravel. It reminded him of a few weeks ago, of where he had to have his mother hold him as he cried, too scared of the fact that he may have never seen you again after that night.

"Eren, come here. I practically consider you my son-in-law, come here, baby," Your mother says, gesturing for Eren to place the flowers down. And he did so, allowing her to move closer to him, as she wrapped her arms around him, patting his back as she spoke once more.

"I thank you for saving my daughter. I thank you so much, Eren. I also thank you for taking care of my daughter, I consider you one of us now," Your mother seems to soothe Eren as he holds back his tears, trying his hardest to not allow his voice to crack during such an emotional moment between you all.

"Don't thank me, Mrs L/n. I just love your daughter, I would do anything for her. I don't want to be thanked for my behaviour, I'm just simply just in love with your daughter." Eren admits, causing your mother to chuckle against him, so in love with his kindness. Boy did she love him already.

"Y/n, he's the one. I love this man. If you don't marry this man, I don't think I'll ever speak to you again," Your mother jokes, pinching Eren's cheeks, as she does to your own, causing you to groan at the gesture. You glance back at Eren, noticing the gentle smile on his face. He seemed so happy to be there, all his stress has plastered itself down a seemingly ample drain.

"Hey, mama. Only time will tell. But, I wouldn't mind that." You say, rubbing your fingers against Eren's cheek before you turned back to see that the front door had been locked, you guess he had closed it when you and your mother collapsed against the ground, crying.

"Mrs L/n, I've got you and your husband these flowers. I wanted to make up for how I dismissed the two of you in the hospital. I'm sorry about that," Eren's tone has softened, despite his face being a subtle tint of red as he handed a set of lilac flowers to your mother, observing as her face lit up with glee.

"You didn't have to do all of that, Eren. You're a sweet man, thank you," Your mother states, bringing herself to hug him, once again, for the kind gesture.

"I wanted to," Eren lets out, feeling as you now pressed your fingers against his waist, only to feel as he settled his other arm around your waist, pulling you into his embrace once more. Your mother adored such a sight, she could tell Eren was treating you right. Really right. Your tainted walk spoke volumes.

"Mama? Where's papa?" Your mother sighs, inhaling the scent of the flowers before she allows her demeanour to switch to the one you held familiarity with: the tone she had always picked to reach out to your father.

"Kendi! Your daughter and Eren are here. Bring your ass down here!" Your mother proclaims, her tone gentle yet booming as Eren glances at you, an unravelled sense of shock so tainted against his viridian eyes. He had never once encountered behaviour of this sort before, from others.

This situation howled with obviousness, it was all so obvious that your mother's behaviour was solely inherited by you. You had used this exact phrase with Eren, causing him to partially chuckle. Only for you to turn your eyes to his, exchanging a subtle chuckle as an ample noise trailed its way downstairs.

"You could have said something earlier! You could have told me my baby was here. And, also, my second favourite person in the world: Eren." Your father states, causing Eren's viridian eyes to perk at his meaningful words. Why was he your father's second favourite person?

Eren held onto your waist, with subtle tightness, his breathing partially tainted before it formed back into its old form — he seemed like his normal self now. He wasn't nervous anymore, he was rather relaxed now, not detecting a single threat to himself or you.

"Both of you, come here!" Your father watches as you both inch closer to him, Eren remains partially awkward as you settle in your father's arms, only to pull away from him, gifting him a reassuring hug as your father settled in front of Eren, placing his hand out for him, to treat with respect, shaking it in a way of respect.

"Just forget about your wife—"

"My sweet, I would never forget about you. I just have to see my daughter and Eren. I can't believe she's all grown up, she has a boyfriend and everything," Your father recalls, pulling Eren into a 'man hug', a secret condole being whispered into his Eren by your father, 'causing Eren to falsely grin, unable to take credit for the situation. He didn't want to take credit for the situation, it was tragic. He only acted upon what it was he was set to engulf himself in, to maintain the condition of his lover. To allow you to remain in a sane state as he safely lulled you into an evergreen condition, out of comforting safety.

"Eren, have you ever watched blackish?" Your father questions him, his eyes narrowing as Eren glances down at him, allowing a nervous smile to settle against his lips. He wasn't nervous, rather he just wanted to seem more welcoming, you could detect this, too. A normal resting face of his, was deemed as rather intimidating. It led others to think he wasn't laying interest or compensations into the conversation.

"I've watched blackish with Y/n, it was a really good show," You glance at Eren with a proud expression. You were rather grateful that he had deeply remembered watching the show with you, even if you both remained slurring at his mother's home, attempting to keep your eyes awake to allow the episode to finish off with a positive ending.

"Y/n, you got him to watch it? You truly do love him," You allow Eren to hold you against his chest as your mother spoke, her eyes growing fond at the gleaming sight of the both of you — gosh were you glistening. It was as if you had possessed an enhanced amount of beauty, cultivating the beauty you already acquired.

"Mama, I've always, and still will, love Eren. No show can come between us, but blackish is one of the best shows." You say, allowing your fingers to entwine with Eren's as he rested his hand against your stomach, allowing you to feel much more settled in the situation. His broad arms, branching around you, already assures comfort.

"How long have the two of you been together for?" Your mother asks, resting against your father's chest as she takes in the sight of the both of you, holding the campanulas against her chest. Her eyes formulate a whimsical albums of photos before you as you rested against Eren, feeling as he occasionally pressed tender kisses against your head. Your mother was in awe at the subconscious gestures Eren did, along with you.

"A few months, mama. We've only just made it official, a few months ago. But, it still feels like a long time ago now." Your eyes interlock with your mothers as she glances at you with a look you held an odd amount of familiarity with: have you done the deed? No, I know you've done the deed, look how you're walking.

"How did you make it official? Who made it official?" Your dad questions, his eyes settling on the promise rings you both wore on your fingers. How much had he missed?

"I made it official. We went on a picnic date, and I asked Y/n to be my girlfriend. I also bought us promise rings," Eren states, his eyes shifting from your mother to your father as he allowed his head to rest upon your own. He could tell your parents glanced in awareness, but he wasn't rather intrigued about this aspect. He just wanted to assure you that his comfort was always guaranteed. He didn't want such a positive moment to taint you with sadness. He was your moral compass, that steered with righteousness, for this twinkling, gleeful dusk.

"Promise rings? You guys plan to get married one day?" Your father questions, his eyes wielding glassy tears as he remains afoot, attempting to come to the sullen term that you were ageing, finally becoming the young woman you had tried so hard to fit yourself in the shoes in.

"We wouldn't have them for no reason, Papa. Eren's the one, I know. This gut feeling is overwhelming, and my gut is always right," Eren finds himself clearing his throat above you, his discomfiture exhibited as his cheeks age to a more crimson hue, leaving him unable to settle his demeanour to seem as if he was lone, only settling when it came to being in your presence. A presence that assured he was far from astray, replenished with luck, nourishment, love, prosperity, all of the loving things you subconsciously gifted within his palm, in exchange for his breathing heart, that rested within your toned palm.

"I'm going to marry your daughter one day, that's something I can say right now because I know it's something that's going to happen." Eren's fingers graze your finger as he places another kiss on your head, in a loving way, holding you as you both engulfed yourself in this conversation, feeling calmed by one another.

"Treat my daughter how you always treat her. I'm trusting you, Eren. I know you mean well for my daughter, so I'm holding that against you. I want to see my baby walking down the aisle with you." Eren smiles at your father's words, the smile also branching to his eyes as he felt himself melt at your father's words. He was going to marry you, entwining your softened souls together. No one else had to inform him to do so, he was set to do it once college was over. Once the both of you had settled into a more comforting future with another — though it was now.

"You don't need to hold anything against me, I'm marrying her, regardless. We were always destined to be together anyway, even since we were kids," Eren calmly states, feeling as you settled against his broad chest, your heart rather rapid as you truly did want to marry him in the future. These rings held meaning, not nothingness.

"One last question before I begin to finish cooking dinner with your father, how often do the two of you see each other? And, where do you stay?" You and Eren halt at your parents' words, unable to figure out how to answer this pitiful question, in a fulfilling way, that would guarantee a safe reaction from your parents, as you had not informed them of the extent of the situation. It was never meant to be pursued, to be answered by others.

"We have now begun to live together. Surprise! Before you say anything rash, it's all for the better. We're grown, plus, we came to a mutual decision, it was a good move. It ensures us that we're both safe, and in each other's company." You're awkwardly chuckling, at your words, only for Eren to chuckle at your awkwardness, fuelling your falseness to turn into realness. You remained in front of your parents, laughing with each other, unable to now take this situation seriously.

"Be lucky you're grown, 'cause I would have whooped your ass. Now, the two of you, wait in your room. I still need to get the food ready. Plus, I need to get the photo albums out soon!" Your mother exclaims, in excitement, pulling your father along with her before he could attempt to complain about the fact that you and Eren were now living together. As one of his daughters, he felt as if you were the most secretive, not willing to share as much as your other sister did.

"Eren, now that we're alone, let me show you my old room! You need to see how cool it looks, even though I called it ugly earlier, it's still beautiful," You say, departing from his grasp, to turn and face him, planting a gentle kiss against his smooth lips as he held your waist, smothering kisses along your neck. As you run your fingers against his back, meekly groaning against him. You couldn't help but want to continue this upstairs, in your room.

You allow yourself to gently take a hold of his hand, gleefully guiding him over to the stairs as you partially ran, excitement overwhelming you. "I see this has you worked up. I'm more excited now," Eren feels as you refrain from running, attempting to catch your breath, as you leaned against a column.

"Do you want me to give you a ride on my back? I can carry us both up the stairs?" Eren offers, observing as you gently nod at his words, watching as he adjusted as you took off your shoes, placing them on the shoe rack. It seemed he had already placed his shoes elsewhere, you assumed by the vacant front door, but you weren't set to bring yourself to care.

He allows you to get on his back, tightening your legs around his waist, as you chuckled, finding serenity within this situation. "Be careful with me up the stairs. I don't want us both tumbling. I won't be able to support your head if we do," You say, smiling against him as you buried the side of your head against his back, feeling as his scarf began to tickle your neck.

"I'm too strong to tumble, you should know this by now. In the shower, I proved you wrong," Eren blatantly releases, his words soft as you were both edging closer to the base of the top floor — though it felt as if there were an endless amount of stairs that faded and came back in.

"I know you're strong, Eren. You're the strongest person I know, mentally and physically. The way you handled my parents right now, I'm proud of you. I love you so much," You whisper, feeling as he made his way to the top floor, rather confused about which room it was you once occupied. But, all his ever-growing speculations were crushed when he glanced to his right, encountering a sign that held sacred words: Y/n's room. Don't come in.

"I love you, too. I was a little bit nervous, but I wasn't that nervous. I was only able to do it because you were there, my love." Eren feels himself pool with a humid feeling as he gestures his way over to your vacant room, halting before his tone becomes softer. "Are you ready to go inside of your room? For how long? The first time in like two years?"

You sigh against him; your breathing is heavily tainted as this room held all your best and worst memories. You weren't sure if you were going to be able to handle the room — it was designed when you were truly at your worst. "I'm scared to go in, but, let's go in. I know this is going to be a journey," Eren slowly pushes open the bedroom door, his eyes dotting to the dozens of posters and records that flooded the room.

"Home sweet home. My room hasn't moved in years, it still smells the same! But the bedsheets, I guess mama changed them occasionally. I guess today was occasionally!" You exclaim, feeling as Eren massaged your thigh, finding words to say for the beauty of your room.

"Your room is pretty. I see a Paddington poster on your wall! How old is that poster?" Eren asks, steering the both of you closer to the poster on your wall.

"I've lost count of how many years it has been there. But, I loved that poster. " Eren took in the poster, his eyes glimmering as you held a sullen look, partially afraid of this room. It reminded you of your lowest, how many attempts on your life you had taken.

"You seem rather quiet, and normally, you are loud. So, what's up? Speak to me, my love," Eren says, making his way over to your old bed and placing you down, as he sat down, too.

"This room just holds a lot of bad memories. But also, it holds positive memories," You lean against the firmness of his shoulder, allowing your tone to partially calm as you allowed the silence to be calming towards the two of you.

"Talk about them when you're ready. But, show me the positive things. I want to hear about the good things you loved to do," You smile at his words, allowing your lips to meet his. This was a very relishing moment to you. You felt much lighter.

"Okay! Let's start!" You exclaim, kissing his lips once more before you stood from the bed, inching closer to your desk as he glanced at you. You sigh to yourself, only to run over to your light switch, allowing a slither of light to flood the room, painting the bleak setting in a less unsettling lighting.

You head over to your desk, again, scanning it before you came across an ample black book. You couldn't help but remain with your lips parted, unable to come to terms with what it was in there. You wanted to refrain from informing yourself about your past that remained buried in the very book.

"I'm not touching that, just yet. I hope my parents haven't touched it. Anyway, come here, Eren! I need you to see my bracelet making machine! I'm about to add to the bracelets on your wrist!" You say, feeling as he regrouped behind you in seconds, his body branching over your own as you now began to attempt to make a bracelet for him.

"You had one of these? Lucky! Zeke had one, but he never knew how to function it. We sat there, trying to figure out how to make the bracelets. But we were never able to make the bracelets!" Eren exclaims, you could tell his eyes had lit up as he spoke.

"Let me sit on your lap. I want you to be able to make it while we sit on this big ass chair." You say, feeling as Eren softly moves you out of the way by your waist, only to hold onto it as he placed you in between his legs, his head resting above your own.

"This better?" He places a hand against your stomach.

"Much better, Eren," You softly breathe, momentarily placing your hand against his own, only to focus on the bracelet machine.

"Okay, so, listen up. You have to hold three strands, then treat them like a braid, Eren. It was never that hard," You chuckle, passing him pieces of string as he began to braid with heavy concentration. His breathing was soft against your back, he felt settled, hushed by your comforting self.

"You could have said that in the beginning, I would have beat you at your craft! At least take this machine with you, I would master this shit in seconds. We got to have matching ones, you take the one I'm making, I take the one you're making. Deal?" You light-heartedly laugh at his words as he begins to tickle you, attempting to throw your rhythm off.

"I'm still better than you! Deal! I'll also steal the machine. It's mine anyway, so I'm not stealing," You're finally able to stabilise your breathing, attempting to focus on your piece, but you could feel him continue to tickle you, throwing off your concentration.

"Eren! Stop! I can't focus if you tickle me," He only continues, feeling as you jolt against his lap, your body constantly shifting from the movement of his broad hands.

"I don't want you making a better one than me. Mine has got to be extra pretty. This black and purple bracelet ain't for nothing, my love." You loudly gasp as Eren continues to tickle you, tittering, as you groaned, unable to bring yourself to settle against his ticklish gestures.

"If it's from you, it's pretty regardless! Stop tickling me, Eren, my stomach hurts from laughing," You feel as he stops, clearing his throat as he changed his tone of voice. He only changed his tone of voice to imitate rich, stuck up people.

"Okay, I'll stop! Are you done with your bracelet? I'm finished with mine!" Eren mumbles, glancing at his promise ring, smiling as he took a hold of your right hand, forcefully stopping you from almost finishing his.

"Eren! I was almost done! I wanted to make it extra pretty, I was almost done embedding a heart into the design," You halt mid-sentence, glancing down at his bracelet, "Your bracelet is cute, Eren. Tie it around my wrist, this is a forever thing now. My mama said, once you tie bracelets, with your significant other, you can't take them off. She said to only give them to someone you genuinely love. Never give them to someone you don't plan to spend forever with." You say, finishing your sentence.

"Then let me tie it around your wrist. I want this to remain forever, my love," You smile, allowing your pinky to caress his promise ring.

"Tie it around my wrist, Eren. This will remain forever," You speak, feeling as he moved your hand in the middle of your lap, softly grabbing the free ties of the bracelet and securely tying it around your left wrist — symbolising you were half of him.

"It's beautiful, Eren," You glance at it in awe, his gesture causing a fondness to remain ablaze within your body, as you spoke.

"I know it is, 'cause now it's stuck with you. You gave it meaning, my love," You loved his usage of my love, it sealed the unpleasantries of life, replacing it with such loving gestures and words. You so desperately wanted to sit and watch Netflix with him, but you had left your laptop at home.

"Now, give me your hand. It's my turn to place this bracelet on your wrist forever. I made sure to include a green heart, all so it matches your pretty eyes, my dear," You feel as he grants you his hand, allowing his left hand to remain gripping your stomach as you grasped onto his right wrist. You gentle place the green and black bracelet, on the underside of his arm, tying it from the back and allowing it to rest on his wrist — another part of you was tied to him. You loved the matching things you both had, they made you feel giddy, along with him. You could tell a crimson hue adorned his cheeks, it was obvious.

"Now we both have bracelets. I love these a lot, now let's find something else to do," Eren eagerly states, pressing a kiss against the back of your head, as you pack up the roaming strings, shifting out of your seat to arrange it into a more classy setting, casually avoiding your eyes resting on the raven notebook that plagued you with sullenness. It was a nightmare in the form of an object.

"You want to play a game of truth or truth?" You ask Eren, a smile against your lips as you got off of the chair, jogging your way back to your bed, as he followed you, resting his body by your own.

"Gladly. You go first. I'm going to ask you a question. Okay, what's the most embarrassing thing you have ever done?" Eren speaks.

"Followed someone on Instagram, even though I wasn't supposed to." You say, placing your hand on his thigh, leaning against his shoulder.

"That was me, wasn't it?" You softly chuckle, letting your eyes momentarily close. "Yeah, it was you,"

You shift against the bed, allowing a smile to rest against your lips as you readied your question. "Anyway, Eren. What's the most fucked up thing you have done?" You question, tiredly resting upon his shoulder, too afraid to move an inch against him. The position was rather cute, it oddly made you want to cry; such beauty rested in this current moment. The moon even streaked against the vacant side of his face, he was so pretty.

"You're starting strong. The most fucked up thing I've done...? I think it was almost murdering someone, but I had a good reason for it." Eren notes, his eyes flitting to the ground in an instance. You glance at his ears, not an ounce of crimson remained — he was always truthful.

"You're right. Anyway, ask me a question," You allow yourself to get more comfortable against his shoulder.

"What's your biggest fear?" You momentarily close your eyes, before opening them with a sullen expression.

"My biggest fear is losing you, Eren. I don't ever want to lose you." You speak, only to feel as a single tear of yours stained his shoulder, causing him to grow partially alert at your shift in demeanour.

"Don't cry, you'll never lose me, my love. It's okay, you don't need to cry, know that you'll never lose me. These bracelets mean forever, remember?" Eren assures you, his hand rubbing circles against your back as you began to cry further, unable to bring yourself to settle.

"I know they do, Eren. But, it's that stupid dream. I keep having a dream about the Red Sea, Eren. It goes on, over and over again. I try to grab onto you and you just fade. All of our memories, it scatters. You try to reach out to me and I begin to plummet into the darkness, it's your anger that controls the Red Sea. It gets its pigment from you, but it seems there's something that won't allow the anger to fully fade." You cry as you shift away from him, laying on your bed as he joins you, allowing you to rest your body against him, crying your heart out, as he wrapped his arms around you.

"I have that dream, too. It's constant, I wish it would fade, but, it doesn't fade. I think that truly means we're carrying each other's burdens. But, if it happens, again, promise you'll tell me, my love?" Eren says, pressing a kiss against your head as he soothed your crying self. He felt sorry for allowing you to carry his burdens.

"I promise. At least I got to bury you in the sand. Anyway, I don't want to greet my parents with my red eyes, they'll probably think something happened," You murmur, pressing your head further into his chest, his red scarf felt warm against your neck. You were so glad your scar was covered.

"I doubt, as I've said before, I'm the person who stops you from getting harmed. Harm will never be in your way, my love," Eren places an array of soft kisses against your head as you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"I'm sorry for crying constantly, Eren. I feel like I've ruined your shirt. It's constantly damp because of me," You hold onto him tighter, guilt overwhelming you. You wished you had gotten over the habit of apologising for every little thing, to Eren, but you couldn't help but do so, it was just ingrained within your mind. But, he was slowly helping you get out of this habit.

"Hey, what did I say about apologising? My shirts are meant to be cried on by you, you're my pretty little crybaby. Cry all you want, I don't care. But, don't apologise for doing so," Eren speaks in a soft tone, pulling you impossibly closer to himself as you continued to softly cry in his arms, too overwhelmed by his words. He always made you feel so loved, you treasured him so much.

"I love you so much, Eren. I'll write you a note to wake up to, just like you do to me. Sorry for not writing a note yesterday, I fell asleep," You chuckle against his chest, attempting to listen to his heartbeat as he rests against you.

"I love you, too. Notes are my thing, don't apologise. Are you sure you don't want me to write you one now? 'Cause, I kind of want to leave a note behind in this room. I think it would be kind of cool," Eren explains in glee, allowing his fingers to slip to above your butt, fondling with the fabric.

"Wait! That's a cool idea. I have something that could cure the bad memories in this book! Can we read my old journal together and cross out some shit? I trust you enough to do so. Plus, you've already seen or been told about every single embarrassing thing about me." You ask him, momentarily closing your eyes before you open them, allowing yourself to partially calm down.

"Only if you're comfortable. I see how you look at that book, you absolutely hate it. Are you getting it? Or should I?" Eren questions, partially shifting against the bed, feeling the sheets crumple beneath his movements.

"You get it. I forget how comfortable my old bed used to be. But, before you get up, kiss me first." You meekly utter, feeling as Eren placed a slither of space between the two of you, glancing softly into your eyes before smiling, allowing his lips to meet yours in fondness. He couldn't help but allow his lips to carry on meeting your own, as he cupped your chin, closing his eyes as you both groaned against each other's lips, a beautiful calmness being formulated.

"We can't fuck in this bed. Knowing my luck, my mother would walk in on the two of us. She would never look at me the same again," You chuckle, changing your position to one where you were now atop of Eren, resting on his lap as you leaned down to press your lips against his own.

"Locking the door wouldn't hurt anybody," You gasp at his words, placing your finger to his lip, only for him to now begin to suck on your finger, catching you off guard.

"Maybe when we're finished with everything. I don't want my mum or dad walking in on me doing adult gymnastics. They both still think I'm a virgin," Eren lightly laughs at your words, releasing your finger from his lips, as he rests his hands against your waist, glancing up at you.

"Virgin my ass. I wonder how they don't see all the hickeys you have, my love. If you lift your shirt, it's game over," You laugh against him, only to allow your body to ease against him.

"You're one to talk, my mum stared at a hickey on your neck! I take my words back, she knows we've done it. She looked at me funny, 'cause of how I walked," You protest, swiping away at an eyelash that rested on his cheek.

"And you still can't properly now. Don't worry, I got your back. Hey, what happened to me writing you a cute note? I want to also draw in your book," Eren proclaims, branching his arms out so his hands would reach your cheeks. He presses both hands on your cheeks, slightly tugging at them as you rested your face.

"I'll get it when you stop playing with my face. Bloop, bloop," You say at random, finding joy in releasing random words. You couldn't be at peace if you didn't randomly make noises, make random gestures or tease Eren.

"Bleep bloop," Eren replies, chuckling as you grew excited against his lap.

"You finally got it! Normally, you laugh at me! Now, you finally got my pattern! I'm gonna marry you, Eren. Maybe we should have our own private ceremony here!" You exclaim in ampleness, booping his nose as he shakes your arms about, restricting you from moving freely.

"Oh, yeah? Marry me then. We should have the ceremony here! We should dance and call it a day!" Eren matches your energy, displaying excitement on his face, as he held your arms, stopping you from booping his nose and accidentally swatting at his face.

"Then, I fall asleep in your arms. If I don't end up in your arms, we may as well get a divorce. Plus, if you don't end up in my arms, I want a divorce," You tease, observing as a false ounce of sadness plagues his beautiful features, causing you to match his own, rubbing your finger against his cheek.

"I would be the first one to divorce you!" Eren jokes, his ears noticeably growing a tint of red as you laugh against him, unable to keep yourself intact at his blatant lie.

"Liar! Your ears are red! Even as we're joking right now, you still can't lie properly, Eren!" You feel yourself bust into a fit of laughter as he turns away from you, a soft ruby hue mooning his spirited features.

"Because I can't lie to you, dummy. You can't even lie, too. I see you playing with your sleeve because you know you wouldn't divorce me!" Eren counters, reaching out a hand to caress the curve of your jaw.

"Hell, I wouldn't divorce you! How did you figure me out so quick? Your observation skills never cease to amaze me, Eren." Eren holds onto you, shifting himself to sit up, as he held you, being rather quick to press his lips against yours. His lips had a tint of Coca Cola to them. His lip balm was a noticeable blessing, as you couldn't help but frequently swipe at his bottom lip with your tongue.

"I notice everything about you. Plus, I know you better than you know yourself. I guess we're not grabbing the book, I want you to straddle me forever, laying against my chest. When we get home, I want to paint you in our art room," Eren's words fill you with overwhelming glee as you remain smiling against his lips, planting kisses upon kisses on the tenderness of his lips.

"Hey! We're drawing in that artbook, I don't care if it makes me cry! I need your signature in it," You sarcastically state, moving against him in eagerness. You couldn't help but prettily joke against his frame. The tender smile, that adorned his lips, settled you in a place that held solace.

"Signature? I put a piece of me inside of you every day. I even paint inside of you, too." You halt at Eren's words, your lips parting, and eyes blowing out of proportion, at his friendly lewdness.

"Eren! You're so vulgar. You're cute saying it though, look how flushed you get when you talk about sex with me. Look how red your cheeks are!" Fondness overwhelms you at this moment as he stirs against your body, placing his hands over his face, exposing his promise ring to you — the sight of it was beautiful.

"Hey, stop teasing me over the redness of my cheeks. Blame yourself, you make my cheeks go red constantly. You make me feel warm and everything, then everything becomes so hot," Eren's quick to grasp a hold of your hand, placing the nimbleness of it against the space in between his chest, his breathing growing weighted as he allows you to feel his heartbeat flutter beneath your fingers.

He observed as you felt his heartbeat breathe beneath his fingers, from the way you flooded tender life within him. From the way you set his heart ablaze, journeying feelings within his whole body, dictating his body with a single glimpse of your face.

"I feel your heart, Eren. I can feel what I do to you. I'm in love with the feeling of your heart pounding against me." You admit, allowing your eyes to lock with his own, as he roughly breathes against your fingers, his cheeks still tainted with a crimson hue.

"I feel what you do to me. I love what you do to me. Look how you're smiling right now. I'm being serious and you're cheesing. Look who can't handle being flustered now," Eren teases, holding back his chuckle as he grows heated beneath you, his whisks of hair growing rather messy beneath your hold on him.

"You know I can't go a day without being flustered around you. You make me grow warm, constantly, it's starting to become the norm. I'm still mad you left my elephant plushie behind. I know I've forgotten about it, but still." You state, leaning over to press a kiss against his lips. A kiss that held serenity as you continued to smother him within a dozen of them.

"I still keep it at my place. I forgot to bring it back, but I promise to bring it back soon, my love," Eren states, moving your hips against his lap, causing a minuscule groan to leave your lips.

"Eren, I want you to make love to me. I want you to take me on this bed," You meekly bring up, allowing your movements to sync with his desperate movements.

"I want you, too, my love. But, are you sure you could keep quiet enough?" Eren questions, allowing his hips to greet your movements, as you quietly moan against him, placing your hand over your mouth.

"I can be quiet. Let me lock the bedroom door, no one will be able to get in. Did I tell you these walls are low-key soundproof?" You couldn't help but bring yourself to eagerly whimper against him, as he allows a part of himself to grind against you.

"No, you didn't. Be quick, my love, I want to be able to treat you," Eren's tone is a tender one as he observes as you make your way over to your bedroom door, slyly locking the lock before you darted your way over to him, only to feel as he altered the positions you were in, allowing him to pin you against your bed.

"Look how beautiful you are. Sometimes I fail to understand how you don't fall in love with yourself, you're so beautiful," Eren speaks, shifting up your shirt, to place tender kisses upon your stomach, his eyes never failing to softly greet your own.

"Beautiful? I may sometimes fail to realise my worth, but you make me heavily fall in love with myself, more," You say, feeling as he tenderly slips off your shirt, being careful of the scarf, that remained bandaged around your neck.

"Hm, but let's not forget about the fact that you make me a better person," Eren places your shirt and bra beside your head, as he kisses your lips, with fondness, allowing his fingers to trail upon every ounce of supple skin on your face. He brings his lips against your jaw, feeling as the scarf partially tickled his neck, warming his heart.

"What do you mean a better person? You've always been an amazing person," You gasp as he nips at the flesh nearby your neck, purposely allowing a hickey to form against the tender skin for display.

"You better me every day," Eren discloses, allowing his fingers to hook against your trousers, as you arch yourself, allowing him to pull down your trousers with subtle ease. He was so gentle with his movements, making sure you were okay as he allowed your underwear to collect with your trousers, leaving you bare.

Eren allows his fingers to skim against your clit, in a teasing manner, causing you to allow your lips to momentarily part from the sensation. He continued to make eye contact with you, as he allowed his girthy fingers to rub against your folds, urging you to place a hand over your mouth, to remain quiet. Softly, you grip onto Eren's free hand, heavily whimpering and squirming around as he prods his fingers at your entrance, allowing them to create a fullness inside of you.

"Eren," You quietly moan out, feeling as he entitled his fingers the chance to softly thrust into you, curling them as you moved your body to match his pleasurable movements.

"Hm? My love?" His eyes fall onto your face, as he continues to thrust his fingers inside of you, observing as your eyes grew jaded. You were unable to keep them open as you softly moaned in your palm, the pleasure beginning to overwhelm you.

"Fuck, Eren! There," Your breathing grows frantic as he moves his fingers at a more intensified pace, causing you to be out of touch with reality, his name beginning to almost loudly leave your lips.

Eren swiftly places a kiss on your lips, to silence you, as you moan against his mouth, your brows creasing as you hold onto his shoulder, spreading your legs further apart for him. "My love, you have to be quiet. I don't want us to get caught, this is already risky enough,"

You pathetically nod at Eren's words, nodding your head with his own as he intensified his pace, allowing you to feel mush. Your breathing became heavy, too straggled to be able to calm down, as he allows the length of his fingers to meet your pleasurable spots.

"Eren, but you feel so good. I can't help but be loud," You cover your mouth, as he pulls his fingers out of you, only to reinsert them so you felt the length of his fingers — not even a slither of what his dick was set to offer you.

"Sorry, my love. But, you have to occasionally cover your mouth. If we're too loud, we'll get caught," Eren mentions, allowing his body to branch over you to place kisses as you accidentally came on his fingers, unable to disclose to him this fact.

"I'm sorry, I came, Eren. You just felt so—"

"Shush, it's okay, my love. Take your time, we have a small amount of time to get through this," Eren unplugs his fingers, from your cunt, placing them to his lips before he shifted closer to you to settle a kiss upon them. He rested his broad body, in between your pushed apart legs, grinding against your exposed cunt, as your body effortlessly tenses against his own, loudly groaning as he brought his knee to rub against your cunt.

"Eren, I don't know if I can handle this anymore, I need you inside of me. I need to feel you," You impatiently state, allowing your body to partially lay, as he was moments away from removing the clothes he wore.

"I want to feel you, too, my love. I want to fuck you," Eren assures, his calloused hand still resting within yours as you move yourself to speak.

"Let me undress you, my dear. I want to take my time with you," Your hands find the soft hem of Eren's shirt, as his cheeks grow tainted with an angry hue: crimson. His chiselled body remains quite frantic against the movements of your fingers.

He lovingly contemplated the beauty within the situation: you. He loved how you were soft with disregarding his shirt, resting it on top of your pile of clothes, your eyes meeting his own. He loved the way you allowed your fingers to roam upon his toned abs as you halted to intake his v-line. He adored the way you allowed your fingers to clasp onto his trousers and underwear, reeling them both down and placing them in the pile of clothes you had built. His throbbing erection just itched at the thought of you planting your nude self upon him.

You lay back down, on the bed, your back arching as you glanced at him, your eyes gleaming with admirable tenderness. He slowly palmed his hard self, at the sight of you, smearing his white precum against his tanned tip before he brought your body closer to his own. Eren eagerly places a gentle kiss against your taut nipple before he placed a few more gentle kisses against your delicate body. Kisses to rest upon the hickeys that remained from beforehand.

"Are you ready? You have to be quiet. I know it's going to hurt, but hold my hand when it becomes unbearable. I sometimes forget I'm large," Eren muttered, rubbing the tip of his dick against your coated folds, before he applied an ounce of pressure, feeling as you gasped at the sensation, a subtle moan tumbling from your parted lips.

"Eren, be careful. Fuck," You loudly moaned as he allowed himself to blissfully split you open, offering his hand for you to grab, as your nose scrunched from how overwhelming the size of him appeared to be. You pressed your fingers against his stomach, yearning for him to slow himself down, as you didn't want any more of your moans potentially falling victim to your parents' ears — you were glad they weren't able to pick up on anything.

"I'm sorry, my love. I'll be more gentle," Eren settles in his position, momentarily, placing a single hand of his against your headboard and placing his free hand in your own, as you settle at the fullness of his dick. Every time he was inside of you, it always felt so good — it was one of the best feelings ever. You heavily enjoyed intimacy with Eren, it was such a joyous and healing experience. It never felt as if it was something categorised below lust, it felt as if you both had deeper access to your bodies. You loved being gifted the sacredness of him.

"Eren, you can move," You say, feeling as he pulls his dick out of you, reinserting it in so you heavily feel the stretch of his dick inside of you. The stretch was always too much to bear.

You choppily moan at the sensation, only to place your hand over your mouth, as fleeing moans and whimpers effortlessly leave your lips. Your ample bed slightly shook at the sensation of Eren rocking into your body, gifting you the fullness of him. Your lips remain parted as you glance into his eyes, your mouth agape as he buries himself deeper into a pleasurable spot, causing your eyes to gleefully roll back against him. Eren grunts and groans against your body as you tighten your walls against him, throwing your head back at his brutally beautiful pace.

You clutch onto the satin pillow behind him, harshly moaning his name relentlessly as his girthy cock filled you in familiar ways — familiar ways that dazed you in sickening ways. He whimpers at the tightness of you below him, loosely squeezing his hand as you were too out of it to focus on the lulling sensation. Your breasts bounce, as his hips roughly meet your cunt. The vigorous sounds, of luscious skin slapping, became dangerously loud as he sensible fucked into you, glancing down into your eyes with a hooded expression.

"Fuck, you feel so tight, Y/n," Eren deeply moaned, his lip quivering as you latched onto him, allowing your walls to unmercifully tighten against his dick. He removes his hand off of the headboard, now placing it against your supple waist as he buries himself deep inside of you, watching as you let out a muffled moan, your breathing tainted as you looked at him, tears beginning to brim in your eyes from the intensity.

"Eren, fuck...you're too big," You let out a wrecked moan, as you attempt to pull away from him, gasping for air, from the feeling of him, only for him to roughly snap his hips into you, causing your body to arch against his rhythm.

"I want you to have all of me, you sure you can handle that?" You find yourself nodding, tears beginning to streak down your face as he increased his pace, allowing the skin slapping sounds to grow intense as you let out a raspy moan, struggling to be mutual with your agreed silence.

"I can handle you, Eren. I can always handle you," You watch as Eren momentarily closes his eyes, his lips parting as he groans, cursing under his breath at the tightness of you, and how pretty your face looked dazed by his dick. The sight of your pretty face, during sex, always made him so close to selfishly releasing each time. He loved how you look, even if you swore you looked worse during intimacy.

"I'm proud of you, you're doing so good," He groans, pulling himself out of you and reinserting himself. All the two of you could hear was ample r&b music being played downstairs as you fucked, gripping onto each other in desperation, as you both selfishly met each other's needs.

"Eren, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum! Please, let me cum!" You hold onto your pillow in tightness, clenching your eyes shut as he paces inside of you, each thrust hitting deeper spots than you were aware of.

"Look at me. I want you to open your eyes when you cum," He meekly asks, with hooded eyes, watching as you slowly attempt to open your eyes. Only for your eyes to roll back as he caressed a good spot of yours. He couldn't help but allow himself to gentle smile at this gesture of his. He loved watching you grow distracted by the girth of his dick.

"Anything for you, Eren," You eagerly release against his girthy dick, only to intriguingly watch as your release goes creamy around your puffy cunt, garnishing his large cock with it, too, as he roughly pounds into you, cockily listening to the squelching your cunt made as he roughly fucked into you.

"You're doing so well, my love. You're doing so well," Eren assuringly whispers, deeply moaning as you desperately locked your eyes with his own, holding his broad hand tighter than before. You could feel him twitch inside of you, with loving anticipation. You could tell he was set to heavily cum soon, and you wanted him to cum deep inside of you with his ongoing passion.

"Y/n, I'm going to cum. Do you want me to cum inside of you? Or, on your stomach?" Eren questions, only for you to instinctively wrap your legs around his toned waist, consensually signalling for him to freely cum inside of you. You embarrassingly preferred it when he came inside of you, you always felt so pleasantly warm, it was so nice to feel the sensation.

"I want you to cum in me. Cum in me, just like you always do," You close your lidded eyes, momentarily, only to open them and entwine your gaze with Eren's, as he allowed himself to heavily release inside of you, his eyes not breaking from yours as he came intensely inside of you. He left you feeling gleefully warm, breathing heavily as your legs were still draped around his waist, your nimble hand resting in his own, in glee.

"You're so beautiful," Eren tiredly speaks, feeling as he unwillingly released his last spurts of cum inside of you, catching you by deep surprise as you gasped. But, you loved the feeling of him releasing the rest of his load inside of you.

"You're so handsome," You say, panting with Eren as you both attempt to regain your energy. You allow your legs to unravel, from his broad waist, watching as he pulled himself out of you, his thick spurts of white cum beginning to slowly pour out of you. You couldn't help but happily observe as he was slightly panicked, getting ready to sort out aftercare. Eren was always heavily cute when he worried about the least important things, gifting his attention span and physical gestures to you.

"Have you got wipes, my love? I need to know if you have any," Eren places a single tender kiss on your plush lips before he calmly glances at you, his viridian eyes endowed with equanimity and desirable love for you.

"In my bathroom. Just take a few steps to the right, it's hidden behind that bookshelf," You state, placing your hand below your cunt to gather his cum — you didn't want it staining your freshly-changed sheets.

Eren announced his well-expected arrival in seconds, discovering fresh baby wipes that seemed to have been stocked up. He approaches you in quickness, opening the package before he wiped his release off of your hand, before cleaning around your cunt, making sure not to attempt clean inside of your vagina, as he didn't want to cause harm in the area. He noticeably noted to himself to attend to your body when you both got home, greedily spoiling you with a lukewarm bath and everything single thing you yearned for — especially with gentle roses lingering on the surface of your bath as he held you, finding comfort within his lulling arms.

"Thank you, Eren," You spoke, feeling as he continued to clean around your cunt and nearby your ass, making sure he had left the area clean. You feel as he leans over you, grabbing your lace underwear, from your pile of clothes, and looping it through your legs, slowly sliding it up against your thigh, placing it more comfortably onto your body.

"C'mere, bring the wipes," You observe as he moves closer to you, the wipes within his palm. You softly take the wipes from his palm, removing one from the packet before you began to clean your release from his cock, attempting to stop him from growing hard once more. You gently cleaned his tan tip, being rather eager, yet sensible, as Eren was noticeably sensitive against his tip. He groans at the hush sensation, but it isn't too loud, but loud enough to have you smiling at such a reaction.

After you were done cleaning Eren up, you couldn't help but hand him his navy underwear, observing as he put it on with slowness, his eyes remained concentrated on you. Mesmerised, you couldn't help but allow yourself to glance at every bit of detail that adorned his body. You remained smiling before you shifted yourself to rest upon his chest, whistling to him as he grew crimson at the rash action.

"That was amazing. I think we should get dressed and cuddle, my parents will be done in no time. But, at least they had dilemma playing while we fucked," You chuckle, shifting your body away from his, as you took a hold of his shirt, allowing yourself to rest in his lap as you slipped it onto him, being careful to place his hair more respectably.

"It was amazing. Let me dress you up, too. You've got to perfect your legs now, you're practically shaking," You groan at his words, placing your trousers on after he had made time to place your jumper on for you.

"My legs hurt so bad, but you're going to have to support me. We still haven't even had dinner, yet it's pushing eight 'o clock. I'm hungry, Eren," You say, the light sensation of Eren, wrapping his arms around you, becoming more prone. You listen to the gentleness of his tone as he partially hums dilemma, affirming a reaction from you — the song was your jam.

"Don't worry, I will. I'll always hold you. Plus, I guess we're sitting down so there's more fun to it," Eren allows you to settle in his arm, as he spoke, his lips never leaving your forehead.

"I see you know the song dilemma. You listen to my playlist, alone, don't you?" As you're speaking, you notice Eren's tender heart pace increase, at your sly words, confidently confirming what it was you were speculating about him.

"Always. Your playlists are mine, my playlists are yours," You lift your chin to place a kiss on his lips. You cherished the subtle gestures Eren did to sometimes be more in tune with what you were set to do.

"You're so adorable. It's cute when you learn one of my favourite songs," He allows his finger to slip against your cheek, as you glance at him, too heavily fixated upon the sight of his eyes. His viridian eyes were adorable, they painted a sense of comfort within you, as they would aid in helping you sort out residing sadness, with a single glance to skim the glassy pain away.

"You don't think I notice when you do the same? I hear you listening to my favourite song, all so you can turn it into our favourite song," You're momentarily glimpsing into his eyes, allowing your lips to rest agape, as you are unable to crumble the eye contact you were making with him, at this moment. His eyes were too loving to pull away from.

"I didn't think you noticed that. Now I feel embarrassed," You note, pressing a kiss against the tip of his nose as he scrunched it, growing flustered at the undeclared act of contact. You were also so sly when it came to displaying your ever-growing affection.

"You weren't embarrassed when we were listening to it in the car, so I don't understand why you're now. Is it because I called you out, my love?" Eren pulls you closer to himself, pressing his lips upon your own as you both rolled to the other side of the bed, chuckling at a sound that was made outside of the room.

As you and Eren remained entwined, your limbs locked over another, you heard your names being called, causing the both of you to partially groan, now unable to enjoy the sensual moment that occurred. It was a moment so beautiful, that you didn't want to pull away from him. His eyes were soft against your own. The moonlit sky gracing his face in front of you, painting warmth within you as Eren was very beautiful. You couldn't help but find yourself admiring every feature of his whenever time was spared between the both of you.

"Eren, we have to get going now. I'm praying I don't get my ass whopped for walking funny," You groan, partially afraid to get up, as it hurt to allow yourself to move.

"I'll give you a ride on my back. I don't think your parents will notice anything if I take you down on my back," Eren offers, supporting your movement as you stood from the bed, having more than an ounce of stability, as you painfully attempted to walk, groaning at the sensation of standing for too long.

"Yes, please. My legs are shaky, Eren. I should have learned from yesterday, 'should have waited at least a day." You say in slight pain, holding onto him as he lowered himself for you to place yourself on his back. Normally, you felt sore for quite a bit, after going on for rounds upon rounds, but you should have known better than to fuck him after fucking him five times yesterday — your legs were still in slight pain.

"It was worth it though. C'mon, let's go downstairs. I'll carry you every step of the way," Eren softly states, carrying you as he walks over to the window, opening it before he approached your bedroom door, unlocking it before closing it, beginning to make his way down the stairs — with you on his back.

"Y/n, baby, why you got Eren constantly carrying you on his back?" Your mother asks as you and Eren make your way into the dining room, being greeted by your sister, her husband and her daughter. You glance at her with subtle shock, unable to figure out when it was she had come here, but I guess you didn't realise when you and Eren spent less than an hour making love to one another.

"Mama, I think they did the forbidden," You glance at your sister, your eyes growing dull at her blatant words. Words she knew would potentially cause you to get in trouble with your parents.

"Forbidden? Why are you acting as if you don't have a whole ass child in front of you? That child definitely didn't come out of nowhere, they came from the forbidden," You restrict a groan as you sit within your chair, feeling yourself being pulled in closer to Eren. You leaned against his shoulder, unable to bring yourself to care about such closeness, as your family wasn't strict on this stuff, as you were old now, able to make your own decisions.

"Y/n, you're still a v, right?" Your mother asks, bringing herself nearby your ear, her tone being rather enthralled as she questioned you.

"Mama, I'm not," Your mother glances at you and Eren, symbolising she knew what had occurred between the two of you.

"You've come a long way, my baby. I'm proud of you," You bury your head further on Eren's shoulder, as your mother spoke in a subtly emotional tone. She never knew you would be able to allow yourself to grow this comfortable around a man, after him.

She turns to Eren, stating a few words that leave him allowing his eyes to soften. "I'm trusting you with my baby. I like you, young man. I hope you and my daughter have a long future together. I hope she also treats you right, you're a part of this family now, Eren." Eren grows warm at your mother's words, already in tune with the fact that he knew he would always treat you as if you were the rarest flower to ever grace this earth.

"I'll always treat your daughter right, Mrs L/n," Your mother places a hand on his shoulder, correcting him.

"Call me, Maurie. No need to get all formal with me, you're my daughter's boyfriend," Your mother assures Eren.

"Boyfriend? Y/n, why didn't you tell me he was your boyfriend?" Amerē calls out, her head against her husband as she held her newborn baby, within her arms, tending to her as she had grown tired.

"You were busy. I tried to reach out to you, but you didn't answer. I understood though, you just had a baby," You hold Eren's hand, as you speak with a tinge of nervousness, finishing your sentence. "You didn't even try to see me after I came out of the hospital. Or, when I was in the hospital. Everybody else came, apparently, but you didn't even try,"

Your sister glimpses at you with an expression, that wielded guilt, holding onto her child with fondness as her husband whispered into her ear, causing her to partially chuckle.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I had to take care of Alia," Your eyes grow sullen at her words, your sister was a horrible liar. You were somewhat glad you would refer to yourself as an only child, you blamed her foul-mouthed husband.

"But you had time to come here? You live like seven hours away. I get you didn't want to bring your child there, but, a text message wouldn't have hurt." Eren feels as you press further onto his hand, only to apologise for the roughness.

"Don't apologise, my love." Eren says, running his fingers along the base of your hand to soothe the hurt you felt. He knew it hurt, but he knew it didn't hurt as much as you didn't cry. He could tell you had cried over this situation so many times, eventually normalising yourself to the terror of your sister. It may have not seemed severe to others, but the pain of a sibling lacking remorse for you, was something rather deep, it hurt.

"Y/n, you know I came today to see you?" Amerē's eyes remain with a tinge of sullenness as she glances at the sombre expression that plagued your face, blackening the atmosphere to a distasteful extent. You could taste and feel the tainting words, that spewed out of her lips, dancing within the atmosphere, without an ounce of care within the world. It pained you deeply that she attempted to dilute the severity of this sombre situation, dismissing the fragments of cerulean that engulfed you.

"Stop lying out of your ass. You know damn well you didn't want to see me. If you cared enough, you would have sent me a single message. I truly do love you, sis, but I don't understand you," She peeks at you with sadness, her youthful child stirring within her arms as she fondled with her face. She boops her nose, to keep her entertained, while her husband glanced at you, attempting to cast an unsettling look to Eren.

Eren exchanges a dull look with him, partially raising his brow and lowering his eyes, only to watch Amerē's husband shift his eyes away, moderately intimidated by Eren.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. Anyway, Eren. Were you the one who saved Y/n that day?" Amerē asks, causing Eren to glance at her with a conflicted expression, yearning to burst at her. But, she was your sister, so he had to tone it down to keep the table rather civil.

"You would have known if you decided to ask your parents and visit her. Plus, you were at the party, you sat at the table, probably watching everything. So, why are you asking all these questions? All because you couldn't bother to ask her yourself?" You gasp at Eren's words, chuckling against his shoulder as Amerē remained in subtle angst, unable to come to terms with Eren's words. Eren wasn't one to hold back. He couldn't give a fuck about the person, only if they were attempting to afflict harm upon you in a variety of ways.

"Don't talk to my wife like that," Amerē's husband speaks, causing you to glance at him with a disdainful look. You were unable to figure out why he was allowing himself within your business. He wasn't even as involved as he claims himself to be.

"Was I speaking to you? I'm asking her a question, 'cause she asked me a question, stay out of it," Eren declares in a bitter tone that caused you to feel partially worried, as Eren had never been as angry as he appeared to be now.

You couldn't help but hold onto his hand tighter. You were rather afraid that his pitiful Red Sea would become more prominent at the way his tone writhes further into a dangerous zone, becoming more tainted with angrier, ablaze hues.

"Eren, don't stress it, my love. It's okay, I'm here," You whisper to him, placing both of your hands around one of his as he slowly began to calm down.

"Am I not allowed to state the obvious? I see the way you're attempting to interrogate my wife," Jonah states, observing as your mother sipped her tea, urging Amerē to pass her her grandchild. Amerē does so, allowing your mother to hold her as she waits for your dad to finish portioning the rest of the plates.

"Because it's a question. I find it weird that you seem to think your wife can't handle these questions by herself," Eren calmly lets out, running his finger along your promise ring, as he maintains eye contact with Jonah.

"Jonah, I can answer his question. I didn't want to stay there anymore. I had a bad feeling, so I simply left. I heard about Y/n, but I didn't have time," You glance at her with a disgusted look, your eyes creasing at her words, momentarily, only for you to plaster a nonchalant expression.

"Didn't have time my ass. If it was you, who was about to die, you know I would have been there with quickness. You know I would drop almost anything to be there with you, but you would never do that for me," You calmly say, feeling as Eren rubbed his hand against your supple thigh. He attempted to soothe the deformity within your facade.

"Y/n—"

"Not everything is about you, Y/n. You need to realise that, as you get older, nobody begins to care anymore. I know you may have died, but you're still here, right? You're still sitting by Eren, laughing and smiling, right?" Everybody against the table halts at Jonah's words, unable to bring themselves to speak a single word.

"Say that shit again, Jonah. 'Cause, I won't hesitate to beat the living shit out of you. You don't know shit about me. Just 'cause you're my sister's husband, it doesn't mean you can attempt to fucking speak to me as if we're friends. You don't know nothing, so shut the fuck up," You say, in an agitated tone, observing as he slowly became unsettled by the look that rested within your eyes. Eren was set to say something, but he allowed you to say your piece first. Your mother only watched, readying herself for the worse, as she held Amerē's child.

"You want to know what I have to say? I think you should realise that not everybody cares. If you did die, it would have been a whole different story," Eren grows livid at his words, glancing at him with dull eyes before he stood.

"Speak to my girlfriend like that, one more time, and I won't hesitate to fuck up your face. I do not care that you are her sister's husband. I will mess you up in front of your wife and child. I dare you to say shit one more time, I will fucking ruin your face," Eren says, balling his fists as he grasped onto Jonah's smooth collar, observing as he panicked beneath his grasp. He was evidently afraid. Afraid of the taunting, murderous look Eren carried within his viridian eyes, it deeply scarred him.

"You tell him, Eren. Tell me why I shouldn't cut off your business, Jonah? You want to talk about my baby and disrespect her, especially when she's already gone through enough? If Eren fucks up your face, right now, I will laugh. Amerē, sort out your husband. If he talks about your sister like this freely, I can't imagine what he does to you," Your mother says in a deafening tone, holding onto Amerē's child as she viewed the sight.

"Say sorry, you bitch. Fucking apologise to Y/n, or I won't hesitate to fuck up your face right here," Eren states, feeling as Jonah began to vigorously spew words against him, rather afraid of what it was Eren was willing to go through for you. If he wasn't careful, right now, he knew Eren would have probably killed him — his anger was off-limits.

"I'm sorry, Y-y/n. I didn't mean to say that," Eren lets go of him, observing as his chair fell backwards, along with himself falling. Jonah remained on the floor, unable to comprehend what a genuine mistake he had made.

He used to belittle you, as you used to have no one. But, now he is wasn't able to because you have Eren.

"I don't forgive you. I can't believe people like you exist. I love you, Eren," You observe as Eren remains glancing down at Jonah.

You carefully get up from your seat, wrapping your arms around him to clear away the angry fog that thrived from his blaring anger. He allows his eyes to slowly soften, as you held him, allowing him to place a gentle kiss against your lips before you took his hand, guiding him back over to your chairs.

"And, that's how you clear a bitch. I hope you're okay, baby. 'Cause I know this man ain't trying to suppress your feelings." Your mother smiles at Eren, gifting him a gentle nod before she attended to Amerē's baby. Amerē remains partially ashamed of her husband's words, but not once does she speak on his behalf. Rather, she remains in the cursed silence she decides to pursue.

"Everybody! Settle down, I've got food. Let me place down servings," Your father's voice calms the atmosphere, shifting the mood to a more positive one as you gleefully smiled, lacing your fingers with Eren's.

"You okay, my dear?" You whisper to Eren, allowing him to now plant his head against your shoulder, as he sighed, gently calming against you.

"I feel much better. I just needed to get that out there. I don't like it when people attempt to invalidate your feeling and experiences, even after you have confronted them about it,"  Eren says as you extend your arm out, from behind him, bringing it nearby his ear as you adjusting a few strands of his hair.

"I love you for that. When we get home soon, let me hold you for the night. First, we make bracelets with the machine. Plus, we're going to have to sleep here for the night, I don't think we'll make it home, without it being extremely dark. I think we have to sleep here for tonight," You twirl a small piece of his hair, only to observe as your dad began to set down traditional food in front of everyone, a smile resting on his face.

"Eren, I honestly think you're going to like this dish. You have to eat it with your hands, breaking it into small pieces and dipping it into the dressing. You have to just swallow it, you're not allowed to chew it," Your father informs Eren, placing it in front of him.

"Thank you, Mr L/n," Your father halts at Eren's words, causing Eren to glance at him with confusion.

"Just call me Kendi. No need to be formal with me, you're my daughter's boyfriend. Now, eat!" Your father eagerly brings plentiful dishes to everyone. You watch as Eren glances at his food, only waiting for you to foresee the next move.

"Can you show me how to eat it, my love? I don't want to eat it wrong, you'll hold it against me for days," Eren chuckles, his cheeks growing quite tinted as you broke apart a section of the food, dipping it into the sauce and placing it into your mouth, swallowing it. Eren mimics your movements, being able to decipher what it was he needed to do.

"So, how is it?" You question him, your eyes glimmering with a youthful light. A certain youthfulness that displayed how new and refreshing the happiness Eren always built.

"It's amazing. Can you make this at home? Or, can you at least show me how to make it?" Eren queries, his eyes so, so, so light in this moment as he continued to eat the food, unable to bring himself to slow down. He devoured the food with a cautious look on his face, a smirk resting as he stole from your plate, chuckling as you groaned at him in shock.

"Don't worry, I'll show you how to make it. First, try the pieces on the other dish. They are absolutely amazing!" You exclaim, taking a few pieces and placing them into your mouth, gifting the rest to him as he turned his body to face the side of you, as you did, too, placing the piece of food against his lips.

"Thank you, my love. Why have you never attempted to make this at home with me?" You place a piece between Eren's lips, once more, chuckling as he nipped at your finger, only to press a single kiss against them.

"We spend all of our time sleeping. Plus, you have to go to specific stores to get it. Unless you're willing to travel hours to get it. Don't worry, I'll ask mama and papa if they can send us some ingredients," Eren slips a piece of food between your lips, only for you to hear your mother chuckling.

"We'll go. I would kiss you right now, but it's a bit impolite. Hm, where are my manners?" Eren sarcastically teases, placing his free hand upon your thigh — he does it beneath the ample table, out of sight.

"I could have sworn I had seen them. Perhaps, it was the window they jumped out of? I would help you find them, but maybe your manners aren't needed right now?" You sarcastically whisper against him, laughing as he attempted to remain serious, only for him to falter, laughing against you.

"How have you finished, Eren? Please don't eat the rest of our shared food plate," Eren nods, taking another piece before breaking it apart, between his lips, using his fingers to place the other part between your own.

"I'm feeding you some. This is my first time, don't be surprised if it's all gone. You eat everything, so I'll be generous," You groan at Eren's words, but you were aware of him being generous on his side of his promise, so he was rather truthful.

"Leave me a few pieces. I want you to enjoy this meal. This is your first time trying it out. Plus, I think I have a potbelly now. I feel like my papa," Your dad turns to you with a scrunched expression, so painfully exposed to the words you had gushed, influencing his decision to kiss his teeth.

"I'll finish it all. This is too good to let go to waste. Your parents have spare pots to store these?" His hands come crashing to the ridges of the curve of the shared plate.

"Yeah, I'll ask to get some for you. I know papa has more in the kitchen," You place a piece of food between Eren's lips, once more, only to feel as he skimmed his finger against the tip of your nose, subtly coating it with a tint of oil. Taken aback, you partially gasp, only to laugh as he used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe it off.

"Sorry about that, I sincerely apologise," Eren sarcastically states, using a posh tone to make you eagerly chuckle. You weren't one to normally be loud at the table, but you couldn't help but laugh at his words, breaking off his piece of food and eating it.

"Such a gentleman you are for apologising, Eren. A woman couldn't ask for more," You tease in a heavy British accent, observing as he laughed, only to slightly tone it down as Amerē's child begins to cry.

"So, Eren. What do you want with my sister?" You never knew now was set to be the time when your sister had begun to ask her meaningful questions. But, you guessed now was the time where Eren was set to answer her questions.

"A life with her. What else do you think I want?" Eren says, glancing at her with an expression, with an ample amount of hatred; he hated those questions.

"What type of life do you want to build with my sister? No, do you see a future with my sister?" Eren grows calm as he places a piece of food into your mouth, wiping a bit of grease before he turns back to her.

"Yes, why wouldn't I? I just want a calm life with her, that's all. I love Y/n more than anything in this whole world." Your father awes at Eren's words, smiling as he knew you were set to have a life you deserved. A life with the sweet man that sat beside you: Eren.

"Keep your words. If I hear you fucked it up with Y/n, I swear I won't hesitate to ruin you," Eren chuckles at Amerē's words, only for his eyes to cast a more unsound look.

"I would never fuck it up with your sister. Keep your promise, 'cause you'll never be acting on it. Do you have any other questions?" Eren asks in a politer tone, attempting to avoid conflict, as he had no real reason to feel threatened. There was nothing to worry about.

"Yes, I do, in fact. Do you plan to move in with my sister?" Eren chuckles at her words, causing her to glance at him with a tinge of confusion.

"Eren and I already live together," Amerē glimpses at you with shock, unable to accept the fact that you were truly growing up.

"Since when? And you say I don't tell you anything, sis!" Your sister exclaims, gripping onto her husband, as she softly glares at you, unable to fathom this fact.

"I would say for a while. We recently got our own place, just waiting to finish college, soon. I do tell you stuff, you just don't care. Well, have time for me," You play with Eren's hand beneath the table, finding comfort as you explained, feeling as he smiled against you.

"I know you don't believe this, but I'm proud of you. Glad you're able to find trust in someone. I'm glad it's Eren, he still has the need to protect you, even after all these years." You raise a brow at her words, along with Eren.

He didn't remember Amerē, so he was rather confused. No matter how many times he searched his shattered past, he still wasn't able to recognise her face. Maybe it was because he was only so fixated on you as a child, not caring enough to get to know anyone else?

"What do you mean? Explain." She takes a deep breath, explaining as others engulfed themselves in different conversations.

"When you were nine, someone tried to steal from you, by that old hill. But, even then, Eren couldn't help but beat them up. I didn't realise it was the same man until you said his name. He has always protected you, Y/n, even if it gets himself harmed." Amerē explains, her eyes drawn to your own.

"That's adorable, but why has no one attempted to keep the memory of us alive? I get our memories began to fade, as we got older, but still?" You say in a calmed tone, feeling as Eren placed his head against your shoulder, allowing the scarf to thoroughly tickle your neck. You could tell he remained interested, he made sure you were engaged, too.

"No one wanted you to get hurt. You cried for days, once Eren left. You weren't the same anymore. Plus, he wasn't coming back, so we slowly allowed you to forget him. But, it seems you guys always have a way of finding each other." Amerē has a smile teasing against her lips. This was the first time she had genuinely released a smile towards you, finally allowing herself to somewhat be in peace.

"I somewhat remember that. Levi bought me ice cream that day, taking me out to the amusement park! He had always been the best, I need to visit him, soon." Eren buries his head deeper into your shoulder, being careful of your healing wound.

"We're going together. It's been a while since I've gone to an amusement park, with you, Eren," You explain in glee, listening to how Eren chuckles at your words, finding peace in your happiness.

"Let's go soon. It has been months since we last went. Plus, I wanna win you something, again," Eren places the last piece of food between your lips, only to glance at the empty plate, a sad expression plaguing his features.

"Yes! I'm holding you to this. You're still hungry, do you want me to get you some food from the kitchen?" You question him, allowing your finger to brush against his cheek.

"You barely have stability in your legs. I would carry you, to take me there, but they would all look at us with concern," You laugh at his words, humming as he briefly closed his eyes, only to open them, once more, becoming more in tune with the atmosphere.

"I don't mind. Hold on, when everybody moves to the living room, let's get food together. I'm still hungry, so, I think it's fitting," Eren agrees with your words, glancing through the glass door that rested behind your mother. It was odd how everything there had changed.

"What happened to the old swing that used to be in your garden? I remember it being right there." Eren says, pointing in the direction of your dining room glass door.

"I slashed it down because of him. The bench was where he and I had first met. I used to think he was one of the kindest guys in the world, but he wasn't as kind as you are. His kindness was false, while yours was genuine kindness. I think I just couldn't handle the thought of seeing the swing...after that." You oddly say in numbness, sighing as you felt as if you had finally become partially comfortable about talking about it, with him, without subconsciously beginning to cry.

You weren't one to relive memories, but you couldn't help but think about that traumatic day: the day you had met Brandon. He allowed himself to join you, on that swing, spewing his whole life to you, after the two of you had spent hours upon hours, sitting and talking to each other. But, each one of the things he had noted was far from the truth. Perhaps that was the reason why you never knew Amilia was his sister? Perhaps that was the reason why you had never suspected such disrespect to occur? Perhaps that was the reason why you had unknowingly been assaulted? It was all lies, everything he had spoken off was lies.

You regretted sitting on that swing that very day. But, now, at least you had another swing to sit on at your new home with Eren. A swing that held a more positive connotation. A swing that signified that things with Eren were set to be much better. You were aware of the fact that you couldn't remove the fear and trauma, from the man, in itself. But at least you had slowly begun to grow numb to the situation, all because he had added more trauma to you. It was such a sad thing to say, but it was the truth. You had progressed a lot with Eren, but nobody was able to pull away the trauma you forcefully had to wield.

Eren worked his way around it, building comfortable routes with you, knowing that he was able to make you comfortable, in your own ways. He had also been through a similar situation as you, but it was rather by another person he had no recollection of. It was another reason why he had cried to you, after another Netflix session the two of you had. You held him so tight that day, despite not knowing what happened, back then. It was honestly rather weird bonding with each other, through your distasteful traumas. But, at the same time, it was rather beautiful that you were both able to talk to each other about it, through tears, through anger, through a sleepy tone, through sleepless, sullen nights, through hell and back.

You loved him so much, it was scary. You loved Eren so much, to the point you would die for him, over and over and over again.

"The swing we have at home is better. I like to call it, the swing of positivity," You chuckle at his words, whispering a gentle I love you as he joked with you, releasing the negative aspect that welled inside of you.

"It is. I know this sounds odd, but, do you think we could one day push our children on swings, even after the water fight you're so keen on having?" You couldn't help but ask. Eren was rather amazing with kids, you had many occasions on which you were able to prove this. His viridian eyes would always light up when he saw a beautiful photo of a family together, always wishing that it was you and him.

"Of course. If you have baby fever, just say so. I can give you children if you want?" He teases, in a whisper, partially in love with actually persuing the aspiration he held: to raise a family with you, in the home the two of you shared, after he was set to marry you.

"After you decide to marry me, I don't want to be in a wedding dress pregnant. But, I really do want to have children with you, you would be an amazing father. I see how you are with kids." You murmur, speaking in a whisper as you were rather serious about this. In a few years, you wanted to have Eren's kids, everything was so perfect between the two of you.

"I'm going to take note of that. I want to have children with you, too. I feel like you would make an amazing mother, you are the most caring person to ever exist. Maybe then you could do someone else's hair, instead of bullying my tender head?" He says, finding comfort against your shoulder — he was heavily serious about this. The two of you were going to go through all of this, you would after you had finished college and everything.

"At least you now know how to braid. You're starting to be able to braid better than my aunt." You chuckle against him, holding his thigh, as you spoke, so heavily in love with the conversation that was currently occurring.

"I see everyone is finished. Eren and Y/n, bring your plates first since the two of you are the youngest here. Jonah, take your daughter's plate." Your father announces, causing you and Eren to break out of your conversations, only to bring yourselves to stand. Eren could tell you somewhat struggled to walk efficiently, so he held you against him, allowing you to look somewhat normal.

—

A few minutes had passed, and both you and Eren were now settled in the living room, along with the rest of your family, allowing time to bloom by, as you rested within each other, in deep comfort. He allows you to sit in between his legs, as he plants his chin on top of your head, allowing his arms to lace around your waist, his hands pooling against your stomach. The two of you occupied a single couch, your sister and her husband rested on the couch nearby yours — her husband holding their child. Your mother and father remained holding each other, glancing at you and Eren in awe. He was so protective over you.

"Y/n and Eren, do you want to see your childhood pictures and videos? I've been dying to talk about it for a hot minute." You feel as Eren holds you tighter against him, merely voicing the excitement, he held towards the situation, causing you to softly smile against him, in love with the feeling of his heartbeat increasing.

"I would love to see them. I want to see Y/n," Eren explains to your mother, allowing himself to grow more comfortable around her. Your mother seemed so sweet in his eyes, though she genuinely was someone who held such a sweetness to her, it seemed as if you had inherited this factor from her.

"I'll be sure to show you the embarrassing ones, baby. I'm sure this will be fun," Your mother states, allowing herself to roam around the room, in search of the ample red book, that stored a lifetime's worth of gentle memories between you and Eren.

She allows herself to be swift as she approaches it, with such quickness, gently kissing her granddaughter's cheeks, before returning to the two of you, settling herself beside you and Eren.

"I don't want to hear no complaints. I'm going to start with this image! The image of the two of you by the hill, the one taken by Levi!" Your mother opens the book, resting her finger on the image of a child you and Eren, standing on the hills, your arms wrapped around him, as he grew rather crimson at the fondness in your touch.

"Eren, to this day, you still blush like this. Look how heated your cheeks were!" You laugh as he buries his head against your hair, groaning at the partial embarrassment that purged his body.

"I didn't expect the first image to be so brutal! I look so young in this, it's been a while since I've had short hair," Eren states, partially flustered at the teasing you and your mother participated in.

"You still react the same around me! It's cute," You feel as he plants a kiss against your head, shying away from your words as you sat in front of him, teasing him at the cunning resemblance he shared with the angelic image.

"You make me flustered, that's why. Everything you do makes my heart stir," Eren admits as your mother shifts the book onto another page, revealing a water fight between you and Eren. You both remained wearing shorts and a t-shirt as the corpse of the balloon remained shattered on Eren's head. In the image, he frowned, his eyes soft against yours.

"I don't know how I lost there. I was so good at water fights, but I'm guessing Levi also sabotaged me. He loved making me lose, it was his favourite thing, knowing I would improve." Eren explains, watching as your mother gawked at the next page.

"Look at this! You guys look the same now!" You glimpse at the image, peeking at the red scarf, that adorned your neck, covering your neck as you remained warm, away from the billowing snow that pulled towards the two of you. Eren remained beside you, holding your hand as he pulled you towards a place infested with snow. As you glanced more thoroughly into the image, you noticed a small graze against your knee, along with Eren, who had one against his neck.

"This is the same scarf? Who knew you've wrapped it around me, twice? I don't want to cry, right now. That's beautiful. Thank you for wrapping this scarf around me, Eren. Thank you for wrapping it around me, again." You couldn't help but find your body desire to allow tears to pelt down your cheek. You found this ageing image rather beautiful, it seemed to foreshadow the future. A future where you and Eren would be gifting your children scarfs, instead of each other.

"My love, don't cry. I like to think the scarf holds fond memories of us. I think I've wrapped that scarf so many times around you, when we were younger, and I'll carry on doing it now." You repress your tears, allowing your fingers to remain upon the scarf, as Eren held you, attempting to calm you down as you remained too in shock to intake this situation.

"I don't want to cry, Eren. You're making me emotional," Eren brings his finger to your jawline, rubbing gently to soothe your sullen self.

"I'm sorry about that, my love. You can't cry yet, we still haven't gone through the rest of the album. You wouldn't want to go through it with blurry eyes," Eren teases you, allowing his hands to rest on your stomach as you glanced down, at the ground, trying your hardest to restrict tears.

"I know it's hard, baby. But, I'm really proud of you. I'm so, so, so proud of you. I was scared I was never going to see you again, but here you are, with Eren, shining. You've got this beautiful glow to you." Your mother speaks, her tone rather soft as she rubs your cheek, careful to not make contact with Eren's chin.

"Mama, thanks for being proud of me. It's better than being called strong by others. I only like being called strong by Eren, 'cause he knows when I've made progress." Eren smiles at your words, kissing the top of your head as you allow a single tear to dart down your face, only for him to clear the surface, leaving you to kiss his hand, only before he attempted to shift his hand away.

"I've got one more image! I think this is one the two of you would want to keep." You watch as your mother turns the page, displaying a picture of you and Eren, in your room, sitting on your bed as you watched what seemed to be Charlie and Lola. You smile at the sight, particularly glancing at Eren, who had an ice lolly wrapper in his hand, whilst you, you had the ice lolly, in your hand, sticking your tongue out to tease him.

"I scarcely remember you stealing all my lollipops. Or, you asking me if I could sneak any ice lollies from your fridge. Everything is so blurry in my mind," Eren states, his memory rather cloudy as he's unable to figure out the layout of the house anymore.

"I remember that, kind of. But, you only insisted because you didn't want me getting caught by Levi. Plus, I couldn't reach because I was shorter than you, at that age." You chuckle, rather happy at the memory. As all your past memories linked to the future; Eren was still the same.

"I guess I'm still the same. I'd still do the same for you, you need help reaching things that exceed your height." You gasp at his words, only to laugh, as he continued to tease you about your height.

"Mama, I'm going to go to my room. I feel somewhat tired. Eren, are you coming? Or, are you staying to view more images of us?" You ask him, feeling yourself grow heavily tired against him, in need of sleep. But, a part of you prayed he joined you. You didn't have your nightlight with you, nor him to read you a story to sleep. So, you were hesitant to go, knowing that you couldn't sleep without him. Eren was aware of this, too.

"I'm coming, you know you can't sleep without me? Hold on, what about your nightlight?" You groan at his words, as you stand, partially saddened at the fact that you didn't have it here with you right now. You knew it had partially become easier to sleep without it. As in the hospital, you spent your time not knowing it was on. But still, it felt much more comforting sleeping with it on, even with Eren there. It was as if him being with the nightlight, helped with the fact that you were able to slightly sleep in peace.

"We left it at home," Your mother's ears perk at your words; worry overtakes her posture.

"You still sleep with the nightlight?" Your mother asks, in a hushed whisper, refraining from informing anyone of this matter.

"Yes, but I slowly feel myself beginning to distance from it. The progress is almost unnoticeable, but it's there, mama." She smiles at your words, only to watch as Eren grabs your hand, lacing his fingers with your own, aiding in helping you properly stand. He wanted to stop you from growing weak in your knees.

"Alright, goodnight, you two. Think wisely about what you're going to do tonight, 'cause y'all better keep your sleep pg." You chuckle at her words, knowing damn well that you and Eren had done things that weren't classified as pg.

"Mama, I don't play about my sleep. Plus, I'm too tired," You kiss your mother goodnight, taking into consideration your father was asleep, so you allowed him to rest before you decided to take a hold of Eren's hand and decided to journey your way out of the ample living room.

—

An hour had skimmed by, mercilessly, between you and Eren. You both remained resting upon the bed, your body laying against Eren's chest, as he rested his arm against your midriff, feeling, as the scarf partially tickled him. He remained with a single earphone in his ear. The other was disregarded at the side, as you had finished listening with him, growing tired at the lulling songs that played. He remained listening to the song apocalypse, on your phone. His tiresome eyes stirred to your ceiling as he held you, in love with the comforting silence you both shared — though the two of you weren't completely asleep.

You held onto him, with gentleness, savouring the gentle thudding of his heart as he allowed his fingers to run along your back, to assist you into potentially going to sleep. The two of you were asleep yet, mainly you, because you had a rather bad gut feeling. A gut feeling you couldn't bring yourself to confirm, as there was no proof of a chaotic event occurring. But, you were sure there was going to be something bad occurring.

"Eren, I'm worried. I have a feeling that something is out of place. I don't think I can sleep," Eren allows his fingers nearby your hair, only to shift his fingers upon the curve of your jaw as he also felt this, too.

"I feel it, too, my love. I'll sort it out, if I find out, let's sleep. You know I can't have you tired, right? You're so close to closing your eyes," You hold onto his nude chest, holding on in paranoia as something was heavily wrong. It wasn't between the two of you, rather, you could sense another star within Eren's sky was beginning to fade, that was a scene within the weird dream of the Red Sea, another presence causing his anger to well.

"Yes, but, Eren—"

As you got cut off, by a phone call. You observed as Eren fell silent, listening to words that made him feel as if he was strongly reliving a past he had confidently buried over. He did this in an attempt of refraining from speaking on such a traumatic event, that left him unable to bring himself to be able to function for a free period of time. The words poured in left him in stillness, unable to comprehend what was occurring.

"Eren, it's Pieck here. I just wanted to say Zeke has overdosed, again," A woman said, a woman Eren recognised as Pieck.

—

Such trauma lingers in his direction, a dream that dictated the future of them all. Regardless, some fanciful dreams hold the element of utterly-beautiful foreshadowing. Some dreams branch out, enabling distorted paths and sand to plague the beauty that once laid in wisdom.