EARNED IT ; eren jaeger

chapter forty: you reap what you sow.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎𝐖.

19.3k words: synopsis of acts: fighting amilia (violence), mentions of blood, mentions of panic attacks, whipped cream play? delusion, fluff, slightly lewd scenes, foul language, nervousness, shouting, slight mutilation, detailed fighting, crying, bursts of anger, attempted murder, mentions of the past, mentions of alcohol abuse + more. proceed with caution; this is a heavy chapter. vote! mind errors. tw: amilia. eight chapters left.

It had been a peaceful month since you and Eren had settled at the amusement park. Though time ran thin for you, being due back at college, you still managed to postpone the set date, delaying it with hesitation. It wasn't you, physically, that didn't want to go in. It was your consciousness that panicked at the thought of going in, even with Eren beside you.

Such feeble thoughts laid, but they all piled on, along with your tiredness, practically hinting that today was set to be the day you were finally going back to college, after all the setbacks that had occurred.

Though all your panic attacks stopped you from going in, Eren remained soothing you from your pain, gifting you gentle massages and gifting you his love to support you during this tough time. He made sure to catch glimpse of your panic attacks before they finally caught up to you, suppressing them before they were able to effectively harm you in ways that ached him. Along with your panic attacks, came frequent tiredness. You couldn't help but allow yourself to swiftly fall asleep within his arms, not an ounce of care for how the day was set to go by.

You had spent three weeks preparing yourself. And even through pelting tears, Eren still made sure that you were as comfortable as you could be.

He knew this was a rather complex situation, but he solely only waited until you were comfortable enough, no matter how many times the both of you had to turn back and go home because you were afraid. He never pushed you past your limit, in a negative way, as he was aware this was too much for you to handle.

You were both going in little steps, even if you had to constantly tell your friends you were going in on a certain day, knowing you were nowhere to be seen.

However, they were all aware of how hard it would be for you to eventually come back. You were so traumatised, though Eren helped soothe it all. He made everything extremely bearable, but you were unable to just face it all at once, without his large words of encouragement. Without his gentle kisses upon your lips or random parts of your body, to assure you you were okay. Or so he could test which spots of you were most ticklish, though he was aware of this factor. Your stomach was the most ticklish, along with the bottom of your foot.

It was currently night time and you had the urge to pee, though you didn't desire to depart from Eren's grasp. He held you with love, his arms quilted around your body as he snuggled into the crook of your neck. His bodily warm adorning your own body as you settled within him, allowing your plush to somewhat rest in hand as he held you, his breathing so soft and gentle. He was finally able to remain in a deep slumber.

You wanted to stir him awake, but it was only one am. You both had had a plentiful day with one another, cooking and painting and spending quality time inside with the rain pelting against the window. Face masks were at bay, slumbering on your features as you also applied one to his own.

"Eren, I have to go pee," You speak in a gentle tone, in hopes his attentive ears had hosted your words — so gentle with the words you had spoken of. You were always peeing frequently, so it didn't cause him to be heavily concerned about your nightlight pee streak.

"Again? I'll wait for you," He murmurs against you, his lips trained against your neck as he slurs, so smitten with the thought of you, though he had just stirred awake — awareness overwhelming him.

"You're not coming with me?" You murmur in a partially meek tone, somewhat afraid to journey on your own as you still feared the dark. It was something you were slowly overcoming.

Though you knew his tiredness consumed him, you were still in need of him settling beside you. He aided with making you feel more comfortable.

"Only if you want me to come with you. I'll go if you want me to?" Eren lathers you in tender kisses, his lips heavily keen on greeting the skin near your almost fully healed neck scars. He still had a few weeks of waiting, before he could set his lips upon your scars.

"Yeah, it's time to take a nightly trip to the bathroom. I can only go at night if you go with me." You note in tiredness, listening to how he somewhat approved of your words, allowing his fingers to graze your stomach as you somewhat backed into his broad body, feeling his abs against you.

"Come on, let's go. If you have to pee one more time, I don't know if I'll be able to get up, my love. This is the third time," Eren exclaims in playfulness, taking a hold of your hand before you both readied yourselves to get up, heading towards the bathroom.

"It's not my fault, I just drink a lot of water. Plus, I'm also tired as hell, cut some slack, Eren," You groan as he rolls you into him, placing you within his chest, smothering kisses upon you. e didn't want to have you depart from his lulling arms.

"I guess we have to be quick. I want to be able to hold you again," Eren speaks in a soft tone.

He allows you to shift yourself off of him, with playfulness, standing as you waited for him to allow himself up. As he got up, he glanced at the patterns of the nightlight embedded in the ample ceiling, causing him to take in the patterns of the star.

"Always, now let's go. I don't think I can hold my pee in. I need to go, Eren," You feel as he allows his ample hand to settle against the suppleness of your waist. His willowy arms draping around the arch of your back. You turn to place your lips against his own, feeling as he smiled against them, such heat rising to his cheeks.

"With all the kisses you want from me, I feel as if you won't make it if you don't hurry!" Eren exclaims before you both make your way to the bathroom, in the dim lighting, attentive to the outside rain that pelted against the window.

"I would run, but I'm not running. I need to pee, but now to the point I'm going to piss myself, Eren," Laughter erupts from the both of you as you accidentally cause the floor to creak. Slight silence overwhelmed the both of you as you treaded hand in hand. He made sure to guide you, even within the willowy darkness.

As the both of you journey your way over to the bathroom, Eren opens the door for you, his hands resting on your back as you made your way over to the ample toilet, settling yourself onto the seat as he remained nearby you, his body perched against the counter. His jade eyes meet with your own in equanimity as you pulled your underwear down, holding up your shirt as you allowed yourself to freely pee, closing your eyes as he created a beat to the sound of you pissing.

"You don't have to make a beat every time I pee, Eren!" You chuckle as he continues to make a beat, mouthing a song as you were almost at the end of your journey.

"I have to! If I don't, you'll get embarrassed by my staring," Eren announces as you begin to clean yourself, gesturing for him to turn himself away as you thoroughly wiped yourself. You were unable to wipe yourself in front of him, that wasn't something you had mastered yet.

"I'm not embarrassed if you've seen, felt, and tended to every part of me. I'm as comfortable as I can be, even on the toilet seat." You get off of the toilet seat and close the lid before you flushed, allowing your shirt to rest against your thighs. Well, it was his shirt, but his shirts were now your own — he knew this all too well.

"I like how comfortable you are. It's amazing," Eren speaks as you move in closer, placing the soap in your hands before you thoroughly scrubbed them, turning on the tap to wash it all off with warm water.

"I'll always be comfortable around you, my dear. Now, can we go back to bed? I think I'm finally ready to go back to college this time. I think I'm ready to finish the last few months off with you, Eren." Your words cause Eren to plant you within his arms, burying you within his chest. He knew you were rather genuine with your words, but he wanted to make sure you were fully ready to do so.

"If you don't feel like going, we can turn back, my love? I'm proud of you for the progress you've made." Eren allows his lips to rest against your forehead as he largely smiles, ecstatic from the words you had spoken of.

As you were always someone to say something, when you were sincere about it, so he couldn't help but feel extremely proud, especially from all it took to get to this point in itself.

"I've done that too many times! This time, I mean it. Like, I'm ready to see the others for once. I'm ready to sit next to you, again." A field of love is formed between the two of you as you allow your lips to bode with his own. You loved the gentle feeling of them; it always felt amazing to have his lips against your own.

"I'm gonna get scolded when I get back. None of them, except Sasha, knows that I've moved out. I just left an empty bedroom and never looked back." Eren's tone partially diminishes, only for you to plant your hand against his cheek, gesturing for his eyes to greet your own.

"You did it for your best interest, Eren. There are only a few months anyway, so there is no harm. If they try to hold it against you, I'll start swinging. I got your back," You settle him against the counter, allowing yourself to lean on your toes as you peppered kisses all over his face, pressing the last one against the tip of his nose. He grew crimson at the last heart-thudding peck.

"I know you'll start swinging, that makes me happier. But, even though I never returned for months, as I was with you, I just went there. You know when you were in the hospital, a few days before you got discharged?" He speaks, guilt overwhelming him from how he somewhat felt as if he had betrayed your shared friends, unwilling to give them a prominent answer as to why he had taken all of his stuff. They knew the answer was you, but they still felt as if they needed an answer.

"Yeah, what about it?" You murmur, bringing him within your arms as he somewhat felt pathetic, unable to comprehend the emotions he was channelling now.

"I remember receiving dozens of texts from them all. I packed everything from the dorm, in the middle of the night, closed my bedroom door and left. I don't know if Armin's mad at me, he did say he would only stay at the dorms if I did. But, I just left without saying a word to him." Eren admits, his words causing him pain as he had somewhat betrayed the only decent friend he had that deeply cared about his feelings, even if his ways weren't as prominent as he hope for them to be.

"He'll know, it's for good reasons. It isn't like you to leave without saying anything, so I'm sure he isn't mad? He knows how hard that period was for you, so he'll probably understand. I just think you should talk it out with him, just get to know how he feels about it. But, regardless, it was your choice in the end." Eren finds solace in your words, allowing you to hold him. He rests his hands against the indented parts of your back — his fingers smooth against your shirt.

"You always know what to say, I love you." He savours the warmth you're gifting to him, allowing his eyes to momentarily close. He focuses on the moment, in love with the feeling of your arms around his almost nude figure.

"I always know what to say, Eren. I love you, too. Don't hug me too hard, my breasts hurt. I think my period's coming soon," You note as he places space, so your breasts weren't set to be in pain, due to how your breasts usually remained mounded against his chest.

"Yes, you're soon to get it. Want me to massage your breasts?" Eren offers as you groan at the sensitivity, somewhat in pain by how sensitive your breasts appeared to be. It had all started this week, along with how frequent you had to pee. But you were guessing it was due to your period beginning soon?

"Yes, please. It just hurts, Eren." You feel as he makes you back against him, allowing his hands to slide up your shirt — his hands greeting your breasts. It took everything within you to not whimper in pain, but he held them in place, allowing you to somewhat close your eyes from how relieving it appeared to be. He had been soothing your breasts this past week, all because of how much they were beginning to pain you.

"I forget how intense your pre-period pains can be. Do you want me to just hold them for you? Or, we can go downstairs and I'll make your hot chocolate?" Eren informs you, his hands being gentle with your breasts as you closed your eyes, mumbling incoherently about how much they were beginning to pain you.

"I want both, is that an option? But I want to sleep, this is too much. Breast holding, hot chocolate and then sleep. Is that suitable?" You question as he tests how tender your breasts were, holding them still to a point you couldn't help but sigh against him. It felt nice to have him hold you like this.

"Yeah, anything for you. Do you still want me to hold them now?" Eren questions as you remain partially quiet, relishing the feeling of his large hands.

"I can't get down the stairs with you holding my boobs. Put them down slowly, cause they hurt," Eren slowly lowers your breasts. You groan at the lack of contact as he sets them down, placing your shirt down. He takes a hold of you, placing you within his grasp as you yawned against him.

"Let's go downstairs. After the hot chocolate, I'll hold your boobs for you. I just won't squish them this time, last time you tried to kill me for squeezing them." Eren chuckles as you somewhat hold back your laugh, from that moment. You couldn't help but remember him shrieking back as you glanced at him with a frown, getting ready to throw a plush at him — playfully.

"Because you knew they were sensitive! But your curious self still goes and squeezes my nipples. Any other day would have been fine, but you decided to do it during my sensitive boob era!" You chuckle as he places a kiss on your cheek, draping his arms around your waist, lifting you and wrapping your legs around his waist.

"I couldn't help it, I love your boobs. To me, they're so pretty. Be lucky I didn't suck on them, that would have been a whole different story." You couldn't help but laugh at his words, placing a kiss against his lips as he carried you out of the bathroom, closing the light before he prepared the both of you to make your way down the ample stairs.

He settles you tighter against himself, being slow to journey down the spiral stairs as you remained buried within the curve of his neck, smitten with the warmth provided. He speaks to you as you both arrive at the bottom of the stairs. The illuminate automatic lights were quick to swarm the both of you, as you journeyed your way over to the ample, rustic kitchen. You couldn't help but feel yourself almost completely fall asleep against Eren. He fell silent for a few seconds, concentrating on getting to the signature spot he would always go to, whenever you were both busy in the kitchen.

One of his favourite spots was behind you, whenever you were cooking dinner. His ample shirt adorning your body, slightly sliding up, resting just below your butt. Only as you leaned against the counter, just to reach an ingredient. He would always end up getting it for you, only whenever you called for him.

He loved the place; it was just so heartwarming to him. Just the sight of you humming to a song as he sat nearby you, talking to you as you cooked, finding comfort in his company. Or when it was the other way around: you clinging onto his bare back as he spoke to your clingy self.

"Do you want me to make your usual hot chocolate?" Eren questions as you partially wake yourself up, somewhat slurring against him. He held onto your butt, soothing the area with his hands.

"Yes, please, Eren. Don't forget the cream," You murmur as he allows you to pull away from him, pressing a singular kiss against him before you sat down on a chair, crossing your legs. You glimpse at him, in love with the sight of him setting everything out.

"I would never. I know how much you like it, my love." His gentle words cause you to attempt to allow yourself to stay awake longer. To be able to settle beside him and enjoy your hot chocolate with him. Even as everything was so chaotic, there was still peace through every single moment you spent with another.

"I like it a lot, Eren," He chuckles at the dirtiness of your words, his voice booming throughout the ample kitchen as you settled at the sight of him. A sight that brought you deep comfort, and helped stabilise the tiredness that seemed to consume you daily. It seemed as if sleeping, with Eren, was a way to erase the negativity within your day.

"What type of cream are you talking about, with your dirty mind?" Eren teases you as you smooth against the seat, taking subtle offence to his words.

"The normal type! You're dirty-minded. I never mentioned that!" You exclaim, feeling rather awake as he worked away in front of you, humming your favourite song as you created a beat for it against the counter.

"With your mind, you're a liar. Look at you fiddling with your fingers and everything," You gasp at Eren's words, playfully creasing your brows. He softly applied the cocoa powder to the warm milk, turning back to glance at you, sticking his tongue out.

"Hey! That doesn't count. Okay, I admit, I was thinking of the dirty way. Everything just reminds me of you, in a sexual way." You admit, blabbing about your fantasies. He briefly turns to observe you speak about him, in the lighting he loves: the lighting of love.

"Because I'm the centre of your mind in many ways. Do you want to get more matching pyjamas?" Eren suggests as he shakes the whipped cream, turning to face you, his cheeks flushed with a gentle crimson hue, at his own sincere words.

"I thought you would never ask! The last time we went and picked out matching clothes, you said it was ugly." Eren grasps the hot chocolate, approaching you with steadiness. He allows himself to partially tower over you, before he sat himself down beside you, swivelling his chair so his leg is aligned with your own.

"It was! But, we can get prettier pyjamas." Eren speaks, parting his lips to squirt whipped cream into his mouth, only for you to reach your hand over and spray it harshly within his mouth, catching him off guard.

"What was that for?! I think it's best if you have some whipped cream, too," Eren speaks in playfulness, licking the corner of his lips before he sprayed whip cream against the tip of your nose.

"Really? My nose? I can't clean that off with my mouth," Before you were able to extend upon your sentence, Eren allows himself to become the solution to your problem, "I'm going to lick it off of the tip of your nose,"

"You have five seconds before I wipe it off and eat it," He takes hold of your face, a softness brewing within his fingertips as you inch yourself closer to him. Your lips form into a tight-lipped grin. He places his lips against the tip of your nose, licking the thick whip cream off of the bridge of your nose.

"I beat your timing," He speaks in triumphant, another kiss being stolen by him. He allowed you to be able to sample the deliciousness of the whipped cream, your smile elicited his heart to gleefully race.

"My turn! Keep your face straight, Eren!" He nods at your words as you grasp onto his face, sloping his pretty face. You gingerly sprayed the whipped cream against his nose bridge. You observe as he grew heavily crimson as you close your eyes. He follows through with, too, feeling you licking the whipped cream off of his nose bridge.

"There. You're all clean now, Eren," You tease, your fingers resting against the curve of his jaw. You allow yourself to kiss him once more, your smile prominent within the tender kiss. You become attentive to the rain that pelted against the window.

"Can I have some of your hot chocolate? I'm kind of thirsty," Eren drums his fingers against your thighs. You glimpse at him with a smile that displayed you attempting to keep a stoic face at his words.

"Yeah, come a bit closer," You eagerly plant the cup deeper within your warming hands, observing as he keenly shifted himself closer, "Is this good enough?"

"Yes, it is. Just don't drink all of it, Eren—"

"I make no promises! But, I promise to not drink it all. I know how much you love your hot chocolates." Eren observes as you lift the cup to the tavern in between his lips.

He allows his bottom lip to rest upon the spot you had placed your lips; his mind was infatuated with the delicate taste. He now knew why you were persistent for him to make you hot chocolate; the quality was much better from him.

After taking a large sample of the drink, he pulls himself away from it, leaving you somewhat satisfied at the fact that he hadn't left little to no content inside. "At least you didn't drink the whole thing this time! I'm proud of you, Eren,"

"Because I don't want you drinking all of the apple juice like last time. The last time I drank all of your hot chocolate, you drank all of the apple juice in one sitting, making me watch. Never again." Eren chuckles as you puff your cheeks out at his wording, attempting to hold back your laughter. He glances at the cup with a faux sullen expression.

"There wasn't that much in it! You know I love your hot chocolates, so you were stingy for doing that. They help with my period cramps and everything." He brings you into his arms, as you allow words to spill from your lips.

The rain remained heavy against the window, causing you to find righteousness within this moment. It was so beautiful with the dim-lit lighting of the kitchen.

"Do you want me to massage your breasts? If you're still in pain, my love," Eren asks, his jade eyes soft against your own.

"Yes, please. They still feel sore," You note to him, only for you to feel as he brought you closer to him, allowing you to rest your legs up on his legs. He slipped his hands under your shirt, grasping ahold of your breasts as you had allowed him to. Instant relief overwhelms you. He provides soothing warmth to your breasts, allowing the situation to be extremely bearable for you.

"Does this help?" He questions, holding your breasts in place. You groan at the relieving sensation, so infatuated with the feeling of his nimble fingers.

"It feels good, Eren. Keep it like that, that feels nice." You allow your forehead to rest against Eren's collarbone. He held your breast, able to feel the subtle change in them — they were minuscule changes.

"You sure you don't want to take this upstairs? I'll hold your breasts all night. Just to soothe them like I always do." You allow your head to settle deeper against his collar bone. You allowed yourself to remain listening to him and the rain entwine with each other — his deep voice was so melodic.

"I want to take this upstairs. I feel so tired, I just want to be able to sleep while you hold them." Your tone is gentle.

You feel yourself somewhat begin to fade from how comprehendible his voice had always appeared to be to you, especially in moments where you were at your most vulnerable, so close to fading to sleep without your nightlight.

"I will. Let's go upstairs, we have a long day in a few hours. But let's enjoy these quiet moments, I have a feeling they're going to be less quiet soon," Eren speaks in a soft tone, readying himself to carry you upstairs, as tiredness had completely overwhelmed you. You looked so pretty, even as he had your breasts within his hands.

"I like our quiet moments, they mean everything to me. Every little moment I spend with you, I never want them to end, Eren." You allow yourself to babble about the littlest things about him, finding comfort in the fact that his heartbeat has increased by your calming words — your boldness was everything to him.

"They'll never end, we'll have them forever. To think we've been living here together for over a month, it's honestly crazy. But, if I was to be honest, it's one of the best things I have ever done." Eren breathes, his heart rather light as he stays holding your breasts, his thumbs running over your taunt nipples. You groan at his gestures, finding some sort of peace within his caring gestures.

"One of the best things I've ever done, too. I can't wait to see the others again with you. To think they haven't seen us for almost eight months is honestly mental. To think we have almost been together for a year is mental to me." His heart remains light with tranquillity, from the truth that slipped from your lips — happiness surges the atmosphere in his mind.

"Okay, let's go sleep now. I'll be soft with you going up the stairs, I don't want to wake you." Eren observes as you feebly nod at his words, somewhat uncomfortable. He let go of your breasts, letting go with slowness, so you didn't experience complete discomfort.

He was infatuated with this moment that remained tainted with deep, rooted love. Love and adulation coursed with the thudding emotions that entwined with both of your bodies. He couldn't help but enjoy the moments where you were slowly beginning to fall asleep elsewhere, without your night light, but with him by your side.

It was an observation he had picked up on. It was a small process, but enough for him to cast a field of praise all over you. To smother gentle kisses upon every spot of supple skin his smooth lips and fingers could find upon the upper portion of your beautiful body, you would once deem as tainted — especially kisses in places you love kisses from him on.

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A few hours had stretched by, and you were still laying in your bed. Eren massaged your breasts with slowness, as you slowly stirred awake. You still felt heavily tired and desired to go back to sleep, but you had made a promise to yourself and Eren that you would both finally be able to go back to where it first began: college. It was set to be a hard journey, but you both had each other, so you were sure this day was going to be more bearable than any other attempt was.

"Are you ready to finally go to college, Eren? Like, no turning back this time?" You feel as he holds your breasts, still, his breathing soft against your neck, as you both lay against each other. He was the big spoon, only as it was freezing; you wanted more warmth.

"I'm ready if you are. Everything will be so different, but it's just us, to me, so I don't care. As long as we're together, throughout the day, I'm fine." Eren speaks in a gruff tone, his fingers soft against your breasts. You remained relieved at his fingers.

"Stick with me," You murmur as he continues to hold you with ease; the pelting rain skimmed against your eardrums. It sounds so heavily pleasant to both of you.

"Always. It's heavy raining, so I guess we should both wear a coat?" Eren announces as he allows his lips to meet your shoulder. You smiled at his gesture, somewhat tense to finally return to the place that started it all.

"I like the idea of wearing my coat to college," Your tone is somewhat groggy as you feel Eren cup your breasts with softness, his lips so comforting against you. You both remained fixated on each other and the rain.

"By coat, do you mean one of mine?" Eren allows his laugh to infiltrate your ears. You gesture for him to softly let go of your breasts, so you could catch glimpse of his face.

"Bingo. Your coats are just so comfortable, so they're mine now," He presses his lips against your own as you allow him to hold a handful of your ass. While he did so, you allowed your head to remain on his chest; he settles a kiss upon the top of your head.

"Just like everything of mine is. If I'm going to be honest, everything of mine looks much better on you. You just make everything look so beautiful, my love." Eren speaks in a delicate tone.

His fingers were infatuated with the feeling of your supple skin against his fingers — you looked so perfect in one of his shirts. You would always trial the soft shirts, only to be decisive and instinctively mark them as your own.

"You act like you don't, too. I could have some ugly-looking things and you would still make them look beautiful, Eren. I think you forget that you make my things look beautiful." You whisper in a tender tone, feeling as he held you firmer against him — the rain causing the both of you to feel extremely calm.

"That doesn't beat the fact that you make everything look good. I still can't believe it gets light later throughout the day." Eren speaks against you, somewhat amused by the change in weather.

"I think it's cute. It reminds me of how many kisses I can get from you in the rain. I love our rain kisses, they're cute." You announce to him. He allows his hands to grow higher, resting against your back, to soothe the area where your back ached.

"You love rain kisses a lot. I'll take you to Paris one day, so we can have an even cooler one, though each one is already special." Eren plants a kiss against your forehead. You plant yourself closer to him, afraid of departing from his grasp as a weary cold remained nearby you — if you were to get away from the duvet.

"I'd love to go to Paris with you! We gotta go to the Eiffel Tower, we just have to." You exclaim against him as he laughs at how gleeful you were early in the morning; it was six am. The two of you had to be there by eight, so it wasn't a surprise you were up early in the morning — you always were.

"I'll be sure to take you there next year, I pinky promise," He speaks, observing as you lift your pinky to interlink your pinky with his own. You smile against his lips, he kisses your lips to secure the promise.

"I can't wait to go to Paris with you, Eren. It'll be just the two of us in a big place. I'm not keen on big places but I know I'll be amazing with you." You shake his pinky with your own, only to raise his hand to place your lips against the base of it, causing him to hold onto you slightly tighter, mindful of your breasts.

"It will be amazing, I just know it will be in the city of love. I think we should get up and shower and everything. It takes a while to get to college from here, so I think we should be a bit early. I only think this because I want to get snacks, only for Sasha, I kept lying to her." He nods at your words, planting kisses upon your forehead before you lifted the covers, trapping him beneath them with you. You laughed, shifting your position so you remained laying on his chest, the covers concealing you both.

"Let's get up. You got to stop trapping me under the covers with you, I'm trying to see your beautiful morning face." Eren teases as you groan, growing flustered at his words. He stroked your arm, peeling the duvet off of your head.

"I make no promises! Okay, I'm ready to get ready. Let's shower together, I'm kind of tired still." You announce to him. He begins to smother dozens upon dozens of kisses upon your head. You smiled against him, bringing your hand against his pec, squeezing it.

"I'll help you. These pre-period symptoms of yours are brutal. I'll prepare breakfast soon, you can't go in with an empty stomach." Eren speaks as you partially pull away from him, only for him to sync with you, moving his hand to rub against your stomach.

You caved within his touch, allowing him to rub your stomach before he let go, observing as you got off of the bed, also taking a hold of his hand to guide him with you.

"I love you, Eren. I'll make us dinner tonight, only if I don't go to take a nap." You forewarn him, guiding the both of you over to the bathroom. The lights began to turn themselves on — it was still so heavily dark outside of your home.

"I'm not going to hold you to that. You'll fall asleep the moment we get back from college. You sleep like a log." Eren informs you, smiling as you both decided to head to the bathroom, hand in hand — only for you to stop and twirl in his large shirt. You groaned, as you somewhat hurt your breasts within the process.

"Because it's cold. I sleep well when it's cold, but not as good when you're not beside me. Guess what?!" The excitement within your tone catches Eren partially off guard.

He settles everything aside, within the bathroom, somewhat journeying back to you to settle a kiss upon your lips. He didn't desire to leave you looking pretty, without a single kiss from him.

"Wait, what is it?!" Eren's tone syncs with your own, causing you to place your hand against his chest. You glance up at him, smiling. He grew flustered at the sight of you, giddy from such closeness.

"My knuckle scars have practically healed! I think the scars are somewhat cool," You say, flaunting your knuckles. He grasped hold of your hand, allowing his lips to kiss upon the healed wounds you had. You desired for him to say and claim they were his own like he always had.

"They're mine now! I've kissed them so they're mine!" Eren exclaims in playfulness. He lifts you, placing you around his waist, so he could plant kisses on your lips. He deeply loved and cherished thoughtfully claiming your scars. You loved it whenever he would gently kiss them, and gleefully accept them regardless, as you did so with his own.

"You've got to kiss my neck scars when they heal. They're yours, but kissing against the plaster doesn't count, Eren!" You chuckle as he brings you closer to him, trailing his way over to the shower.

You both remained fixated on one another, so gentle with how you both enabled contact with each other. The both of you were gentle, refraining from playfully squabbling in the bed. You hadn't pretended to rko him in a while, all because of how tired you were.

"I'll kiss them a million times if you give me the time to. I'll kiss them and mark them as my own. I've been waiting for this moment for a while. I want to be able to kiss your scars." Eren speaks, his lips meeting yours. He held onto your ass, being gentle with you as you remained tired. Heavily tired, though you had an efficient amount of sleep.

"I can't wait until you're able to! I want to buy cupcakes for us then. No, I'll buy you more flowers!" He kisses you once more, smiling feverishly as he continued to squeeze your butt, in love with the way you grew warm at the sensation of his fingers.

"Why buy them when we can bake them? I like the flowers you buy, they're so beautiful. It's just so pretty how you always match your outfits to the flowers you go out to buy for me." Eren admits, gushing over you. You now rest against his shoulder, a wave of tiredness overwhelming you.

"I'll continue to buy you flowers, and we'll bake together. Just don't attempt to flour bomb my nose, or things will get messy. I won't be cleaning it up this time." You playfully warn him, feeling as he continued to hold you, soft with you.

"I won't flour bomb you this time. Well, your nose. I think we should shower now, we have to get there quite early." Eren inform you as you attempt to slumber on his shoulder, relishing the bareness of his shoulder. He attempted to verify if everything was intact.

He knew you were heavily tired, so he didn't bother to attempt to stir you into doing something that would weigh on how much sleep you were set to attain. He wanted you to sleep in deep comfort, regardless.

"Yeah, let's shower. I want to get ready and go, all so I can nap in the car. I need to nap, it just feels necessary," You speak in a partially groggy tone before you allow yourself to dissociate from his body, momentarily, only to rest within his arms as he allowed you to seek comfort from the ground.

"I guess this nap is going to be your favourite one? We're going to be in the car for a while," Eren informs you as you remained settled nearby the shower, being rather swift to press your lips against his own.

He couldn't help but eagerly pull you into another gentle kiss, his broad hand fluently positioned against the suppleness of your lower back.

"It will be. I've been lazy these few days. Sorry about that, Eren," Eren halts at your words; it entitles sullenness to rest within his nimble frame.

He couldn't help but allow himself to pull you closer within his lulling frame. The thick, present warmth of him bandages around your body as he holds you, willingly assuring himself you held no bad thoughts about your ongoing tiredness.

"You haven't been lazy. You've done a lot, you just tend to discredit yourself. Sure you're sleeping like a log, but I don't blame you, it's becoming really cold." Eren assures you, his lips pressing against your forehead as you smile against him, finding serene within his words.

Words that brightened your day with a quickness. Though your days were already brightened with the mention, thought or feeling of him: your lover: Eren.

"You're my knight in shining armour, so you have to protect me from the cold! I am your goddess in shining armour, so I'm gonna smother you with my warmth soon." You exclaim, a sudden burst of energy flowing within you. You take hold of his hands, swaying them elegantly with your own as you stood.

"I want to be smothered by your warmth. Just wait until we finish the day, so I can bring you in my arms and cuddle you. I'll give you massages and everything." Eren exclaims, softly swaying your arms about before you level yourself to settle a kiss on his lips — it was solely something you had to urge to constantly do so.

"I'll hold you after college and smother you with my warmth. I'm holding you this cuddle session and massage my breasts, they're killing me." You are rather quick to inform him as you both ready yourselves to strip for the shower. Something about yourself felt fairly different; it was extremely thoughtful yet extremely useless at the same time.

"I'll be sure to massage them like I always do. Let's shower now, we have a long day ahead of us." His lips remain soft against your own before you both mutually decide it was time for the both of you to use your time to be able to roam nearby your home for a while.

He and you desired to be able to spend an ample amount of time with one another before you had to somewhat depart from one another in another lesson. No, you weren't departing from his homely grasp. He and his grasp were solely home to you. You were fluent to his touch, unable to pursue a normal day without at least dozens of kisses from him.

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Time slowly flows by as you rested within Eren's car. The rain softly pelted against the glass, as the sky remained an indecipherable dark cerulean hue. A tease of autumn seems to be blanketed over the current weather, concealed beneath the facade of the pelting rain. It sent other hazardous disasters to overwhelm the atmosphere.

You remained in the car seat, your eyes somewhat closed as you cast a blanket over yourself, listening to the rain and the radio merge with another — it was so peaceful. Just the blissful combination of the two allowed you to feel abnormally at peace, as you were both slowly making your way back to college.

The heaviness of your coat allowed you to feel calm as you fake slept in the seat, listening to Eren hum a song as he drove. His free hand remains on your thigh as you now allowed your eyes to settle open.

You were heavily exhausted, no matter how much sleep you had caught up on — it was honestly frustrating but so peaceful. It was only peaceful as you would have adorable dreams about you and Eren settling in a selection of astonishing places, growing old with one another, resting on a singular bench with each other — forever together in peace. It was one of the cutest dreams you had envisioned. You had even woken up and told him in glee.

"I hope you're enjoying none of your daily naps. We're getting close to the college, but we're not that close. You sure you're okay with going in?" Eren speaks with gentleness, his tone blanketed with a lightness. He gripped the steering wheel with a single hand, the other hand drawing light patterns against your thigh.

"I'm tired as hell. I'm sure, I want to go in. Sasha said she would full-on fight me if I didn't go in. She says you've been hogging me for almost a whole year, Eren. She was so close to crying, I have got to see her again." You inform him, chuckling as he smiled at your statement, infatuated with the contrast in your mood, compared to the unconfined weather.

"I'll be hogging you for many more years to come. I guess she'll be crying for all of those years?" Eren titters as you laugh at his statement, humming the song in sync with him.

"Niccolo will be holding her back, Eren. She would fight you to see me once more, Eren." You place your hand over his own, glancing at the healed wounds on your knuckles. You sized your hand into his own, soothing the gentle skin above.

"She wouldn't fight me. The reason for that is your habit to sleep in. I would probably be resting in your arms to realise she wants to fight to see you once more." A laugh leaves your lips as he spills the truth, his words lulling to your ears as you squeezed his hand, playing with his fingers.

"True, you only love to sleep if I hold you. I think it's so surreal that we're going back. Like, I'm just surprised that I'm calm," You admit, your lips parted as you glimpse at the rattling leaves that swayed within your view. The nostalgic sight engulfed your calm self, as you grew familiar with this very path. It was the point where you would usually halt and panic, but you did no such thing.

"I'm proud of you, my love. We just have a little bit more to go. Are you sure you can handle it?" Eren questions with softness, feeling you run your fingers along his calloused hand in serenity. You felt safe when you were to hold a piece of him. His key necklace around your neck allowed you to feel safer being outside; you were instantly reminded of him.

"I'm sure, Eren. If it gets overwhelming, can we turn back?" You ask in a somewhat depleted tone, firmly holding on to his hand as he attentively focuses on the road, smoothing his hand against your thigh. It felt nice knowing that you were in his hoodie and coat; you stole his valuable things, branding them as your own; you loved it.

"Always, I'm gonna make this as comfortable as possible for you. It seems we're here, my love." Eren's tone shifts to a somewhat nervous one as you were both set to head to your first class: English.

"How do you feel about this, Eren? I want to make this comfortable for you, too." You turn to face him as he allows himself to park within a desolate spot, halting before turning himself to face you, his lips finding yours with gentleness.

"I feel kind of nervous. But, because I have you with me, I feel like I don't need to worry as much. I just don't want us to bump into any troubling people." Eren states as you both tune into the versatile sounds of the rain, zipping your coats up before you readied yourselves to depart from inside of the car.

"If I see Amilia, I'm fighting. Promise me one thing, Eren?" Eren turns to you within the car, bringing your smooth hand to his lips as he listened to your words, unable to decide whether that was a wealthy option in your current state. You were experiencing frequent bursts of tiredness and other period symptoms.

"What is it?" He gingerly looks you in your eyes, a pained expression slathered upon his face. He didn't desire for you to get in a fight.

"If I'm to the point where I'm about to murder her, pull me away from her. It's something I gotta do off sight if I am to leave her paralysed." You speak, peering rage momentarily surfacing. You brought yourself against him, dwelling on the cries of the rain as it smeared against the surfaces of the car.

"I promise. If you are going to fight, you have to be careful. If I see her try to do anything bad to you, I'm pulling you away from her. I know you're capable of messing her up, physically this time, but I don't want to have to lay my hands on her." Eren informs you, nervousness writhing within him. He was hesitant to allow you to fight — something about your recent symptoms didn't seem right.

"I got it. I'll be extremely careful, Eren. I just can't let her slide this time. The number of times I've tried to be mature with her and work through something that wasn't even my fault. But she hasn't attempted to take my hints. I feel like this has to be done for us to be able to work our way around from the past." You unclip your seat belt, as he does so, pressing your lips against his own in a partially nervous trance.

"Just be extremely careful, don't overwork yourself. Now, are you ready to leave the car?" Eren asks as the sounds of the rain amplify, leaving the both of you chuckling at the odd sound the rain made against your window.

"Of course, my knight-in-shining-armour." You adjust your coat, cautiously tucking in your key necklace. You allowed his coat to press against your nimble body, to kiss your body with warmth. You grasp ahold of his face, with softness, pressing your lips against his own, once more.

"Hood up, it's raining," Eren exclaims as he leaves his spot in the car, journeying his way over to your side. He unlocks your car door, with simplified ease, observing as you left your car seat, taking ahold of his hand as he helped you down — he was quick to place your hood up.

"Rain kiss? I gotta add more to my collection," You chuckle as he allows himself to level with your height, pressing his lips against your own as you smiled against his lips. You were infatuated with your gentle rain kisses with him.

"You want more to add to your collection? I'll give you so many to the point you can't keep up," Eren pulls you within his grasp as he locks the car doors. He pulls you into a singular kiss before he entwines his fingers with your own.

"Do you want to go to English first? Where do you want to go?" Eren questions as you both now begin to journey through the campus, unsound glances being gifted upon the both of you as many hadn't encountered the two of you in almost a whole year.

"What the fuck are you staring at?" Eren speaks aloud, as many glimpses at the both of you, parted lips.

Fear braids into their brains as Eren held a murderous glance. He was so quick to switch his demeanour to one where he enabled fear in others, to defend you with his whole being.

"People state a lot. I guess you scared them away. I'm glad I don't feel scared or panicked. I just feel tired," He allows himself to settle a kiss upon your lips. You both halt momentarily, allowing yourselves to listen to the pelting rain against your over-warming coat.

"I'm proud of you for making it this far into the school. I'll make you a cup of hot chocolate when we go home," You shift to greet his face with a tender smile. You both closed into the main opening of the building; you were both displeased by your lateness.

"With whipped cream?" You question him in excitement, swinging his hand back and forth to the point you both chuckled, dismissing the gasps of many others as you remained sewn into an ongoing, swell bubble with another.

"With whipped cream. You know that I remember everything you like, right? I'll give you a massage when we get home, you still seem oddly tired." Eren speaks as the both of you slowly make your way within the building. The eyes of every living being overwhelmed the both of you, as you continued to trail hand in hand.

"As soon as we get in. People are looking, Eren. They're full-on staring at us. I don't want to be looked at, Eren. I just want to be invisible here." You speak, slowly beginning to feel yourself panic as many remained in denial. In denial about the fact that the both of you had lasted for so long. But, yet again, many were rather conflicted about how to feel about the situation.

"Take a deep breath, my love. We can turn back if you want to? I don't want you having a panic attack here," Eren assures you, squeezing your hand before bringing it up to his tender lips. He allows his lips to brush over the base of your hand.

"We'll do it together. I think we've made enough progress, I can keep on going. You promised to make me a hot chocolate, with whipped cream, I take that as enough." Your tone writhes with softness, as a hint of nervousness rests within. You felt eyes prodding all over the two of you.

"I promise that. Let's go to our first lesson. I like to think of this as where it all began. It's crazy how everything started here." Eren speaks in softness as you glance at him, gingerly smiling.

He eagerly blushed as he imagined you all those months ago, perched beside the window, subtle nervousness resting within you. Would he be crazy to tell you he thought of you every day after he saw you for the first time?

"It is. I remember you staring at me and everything, with your lost eyes. You made me feel uncomfortable, but you made up for that after you told those girls to practically piss off." You announce as he groans at your words, a blush slumbering on his cheeks at the words you had spewed.

"I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. Pretend I never said this, but I thought about you every night after I saw you for the first time. Back then I didn't realise it, but I thought about you every day, from day to night." Eren admits to you with heavily flushed cheeks, as you were both slowly closing in on the classroom, resting within your bubble.

"You did? Were you kicking your feet and everything?" He chuckles loudly at your words. He was rather quick to press his lips against yours, despite the people within the hallway.

He wanted to assure you with his kisses. He knew how much you loved them. Also, the same applied to you, loving the kisses you would gift him.

"No! I just grew warm at the thought of you, but I would dismiss it. I remained in denial for a while." Eren announces to you, a smile resting on his face as you continued to tease him about it.

"Don't worry, I thought about you, too. Even if was against my will, you were on my mind, constantly." You inform him. He allowed his hand to drape around your waist as a sort of protection.

"I'm flattered that I was on your mind. Did you kick your feet back and forth at the thought of me?" Eren teases you as you puff out your cheeks, feeling yourself grow increasingly warm.

"I may have, you'll never know, Eren. Wait, no. I did, played my favourite playlist, too." You reveal as you somewhat straighten out your coat, halting as you glanced at the classroom door, turning your eyes to greet his own.

"The one we always listen to together? You still kick your feet nowadays," Eren announces as you remain unnerved in front of the door, squeezing his hand as you were somewhat afraid to go in.

"Yep, that one. Eren, I'm scared to go in. I want to go in, but I'm scared. I'm scared to go in." You feel yourself partially panic, your freehand beginning to shake as you held onto his hand with tightness, being gentle as you didn't desire to hurt him.

"Hey, it's okay. I'll hold your hand through the whole thing. I'll even carry you if I have to. I know this is going to be hard to do, but I know that you can do it, my love. They may look at you, but it won't be for that long. They'll be surprised that we are both in, or they won't care at all." Eren remains assuring you. He pulls you into a hug to calm you. It was one of the many ways he helped you calm down.

"Promise to hold my hand? If everything gets too overwhelming, can we just leave?" You bury yourself within his arms as you conceal the urge to cry. Without him, there solely was no you — he made this moment extremely bearable.

"There's no need to promise, I'll always do it, regardless. If it does get overwhelming, we can leave and just carry on online until graduation. You have me beside you, just let me know if anything makes you more uncomfortable. I'll know if someone or something makes you uncomfortable, so let's take it as slow as possible. I love you, Y/n." Eren's words were so close to bringing tears to your eyes. He held you, being quick to gift death stares to many who attempted to glance at you in a vulnerable state.

"I love you, too, Eren. Okay, I think I'm somewhat ready. I don't trust my words, but I think I'm somewhat ready." You assure him as you remain there, somewhat afraid to pull away from him. You were glad many weren't able to view the scars on your neck, due to the coat and scarf you wore; it was large.

"Hm, let's go. You've got this," He allows you to partially pull away from him, only for him to plant a kiss on your lips. Eren grasps your hand, gesturing the two of you over to the front of the door.

Eren allows himself to go ahead of you, holding onto your hand before he pushed the door open, with his free hand. He allows his eyes to softly shift back to you as you took a deep breath, gesturing to him that you were doing okay so far.

He gifts you a soft smile, allowing you to somewhat journey in front of him, squeezing his hand. He observed as a lot of people glanced at the two of you with a shocked expression, heavily confused by the fact that the two of you had come in together. But, it all made sense to them the moment the two of you had disappeared together, leaving two vacant seats by the window.

As they glance at the both of you with mixed expressions, your eyes meet Armin and Mikasa's. Shock rested upon their faces.

Though they both glimpsed at the both of you, with shocked expressions, Armin's face faltered momentarily, at the lack of transparency within Eren. His face informed Eren of all he needed to know: why didn't you just say you were moving out?

Eren could read his expression all too well, but he shifted his eyes onto you as you smiled at Mikasa, tears slightly welling in your eyes as well as her own — the two of you had so much to catch up on.

"I did it!" You whisper to Eren as you sat within the vacant seat beside the window, holding onto his hand. He allowed himself to sit beside you, smiling as you held back tears.

"I'm proud of you. Do you have paper and a pencil?" Eren slyly speaks, his cheeks being tinted with a scarlet hue. You smiled at him, running your fingers along a scar that extended past the back of his hand — his hands were so pretty.

"I have paper and pencil, only because you never bring a pencil." You speak, gaining nostalgia from this very event that occurred. It held similarities from last year, from when he gifted you the note with the drawing of your side profile and his number.

"I just don't like carrying pencils, they're not mandatory for me," Eren chuckles as you playfully sigh at his words, fixating your gaze upon him and not the dozens of girls who glimpse at you with an expression stored with disdain.

"You don't even carry a pen," He grows falsely offended by your words, puffing out his cheeks as you reached your hand over, clearing a slither of an eyelash from his cheek. Armin glanced back at the two of you, his lips parted. You caught sight of his subtle gesture, gently waving at him. He allows himself to gracefully wave at you, turning his body around as Eren noticed this all, guilt within him.

"You should speak to him after, Eren. Armin is practically one of your best friends. You can't just do him like that." You inform him as he thanks you for the pencil and paper, attempting to erase his guilt.

"I'm going to. I feel bad, but eventually, he knew it was going to happen. I did warn him, but I was kind of confused because I hadn't been to the dorm for ages after that. Like, I came back after that incident." Eren announces to you, causing you to somewhat frown as he had failed to inform Armin about what it was. You could tell Armin just solely wanted to be informed, just as you had informed Sasha.

"He just wanted you to tell him. If I'm to be honest, out of everyone, minus myself and Carla, Armin has been the one from your dorm to understand you the most." You inform Eren as he slowly begins to sketch the side of your face, ensuring he was able to capture every single detail of you.

"You're right, I should have told him. I promised him I would tell him everything, and I couldn't even keep up with that." Eren announces as you maintain your position, allowing him to illustrate your side profile.

"You guys better talk it out, I have to find Sasha soon. I didn't tell her I was in. It's going to be a surprise. I want you with me, though. After we're done with talking to Armin." You inform him as you smile, attempting to somewhat revert your face. You try to keep yourself the same for his drawing.

"She's gonna tackle you, bet. I can just envision her running up to you, tackling you as you both hug each other, so close to crying." Eren speaks, smiling as you somewhat broke out of your subtle pose, growing shy as your eyes met with his for too long.

"She better not tackle me, I'm in pain. Plus, she is, too. I think she'll go with a soft hug," You announce as you hold his thigh, prodding your fingers against it. A few other girls remained glancing at the two of you, sullen at the beautiful sight of the two of you.

"She better go with a soft hug, there's only enough my massages can do. Hey, are you okay, my love?" Eren questions as he observes as you solely focus on his face, somewhat afraid to glance at the girls nearby him. They all pointed to the plaster resting upon your neck.

"I...I'm fine, Eren. It's just they're pointing the plaster on my neck," You speak, feeling yourself somewhat begin to falter as you spoke, attempting to shift your gaze within the window. You began to panic, too afraid to remain attentive to the situation.

It was only then you heard it.

"Is Y/n the girl Amilia went for that night? She told us she fucked up a bitch for taking her man. She said she killed her for being with Eren. They look beautiful together, so I'm confused about why she did all of that." A random girl spoke.

A girl you assumed as one of the girls that had willingly caved into the nature of Amilia. All for the scatter of money she would gift her as if she was a divine, youthful goddess with capability.

"Who are?" Eren questions with slight panic, attempting to remain calm for you. He didn't want people attempting to speak about you in negative lighting. He knew how hard you put effort into coming in; he didn't want people trampling on your experience.

"Those girls over there. I hear them talking about me, Eren," You speak, glancing at your lap as you failed to glance up and bring yourself to listen to their words. You felt yourself so close to picking the skin by your nails, but he placed his drawing down, taking ahold of your hand and bringing it to his lips.

"She said she made her pay for something. She said something about her not being loveable. She said this all before she went somewhere," You feel your breathing grow frantic as you listen to their words, attempting to shut them out as your eyes began to water.

Eren swore to you he would remain civil to the people around the two of you, shifting attention away from the two of you. But in no way was that merely possible.

He didn't desire to see a single tear descend from your eyes; you didn't deserve to cry on a day that was set to gift you a sort of happiness. You had promised to him and yourself you wouldn't shed a mere tear as you broke down in front of him, being held by him for hours. You cried and cried and cried, pleading for your ptsd to fade as you thought about resting in crowded places. Being able to pick up on the vivid scent of him.

"Is it them two over there?" Eren spoke, handing your hand with firmness as he whispered assuring words to you, attempting to silently calm you down as you were somewhat close to giving up on the day.

Every single physical aspect of you was beginning to ache. You felt abnormal, somewhat nauseous. It seemed as if you were nauseous from being overwhelmed by voices scattered in the atmosphere.

"It...is. I hear them talking about Amilia and the day, Eren. I don't think I can stay in the classroom anymore, Eren. I want to go home, Eren. I don't think I can do it." You say, beginning to feel yourself panic as you hold onto his hand tighter, feeling yourself somewhat struggle to breathe as you were growing extremely warm. Warm tears were building within your eyes as your breathing was growing heavy.

"First, let's practice the breathing exercises we have practised. When I count from one, inhale. Two, exhale," You slowly begin to follow through with his words, attempting to keep on a strong front. You held his hand, making him face you as you slowly began to do so.

"I just want no one to know about what happened to me, Eren. I just want to be normal, just with you." You admit to him as you hold back your tears, feeling less likely to panic. He somewhat suppressed the actual attack from occurring — he made sure to thoroughly go through it with you.

"I can't believe that Amilia's b—"

"Can you shut the fuck up? Do you people not have anything fucking better to do? You sit here, fucking talking about my girlfriend as if I'm not going to hear shit. Do you have no life? Worry about some other shit. The moment I hear you talk shit about my girlfriend, with your backhanded compliments, I won't hesitate to fuck up the people close to you. I'm sure Sasha wouldn't mind brawling." Eren's tone causes the classroom to grow increasingly silent in subtle fear. His tone did not cause them to go silent in second-hand embarrassment; it sent chills within them.

His tone was cool against their ear; it was so subtle, yet so foolishly eerie. To you, his tone wasn't eerie, it was just the beauty within his tone. He had never raised his voice at you. So whenever you heard him do it to others, solely because they had hurt you, made you feel much safer with him.

You always felt safe with Eren, but the fact that he ensured heavy safety was resting upon you, allowing your love for him to well up an impossible amount. He was so protective of you, in a friendly way, it was so refreshing. In moments when your vulnerability was guaranteed, and you were unable to fend for yourself, he would always fend for you with quickness — you loved him so much.

"W-what do you mean, Eren?" The teacher falls silent as Eren almost reduces the three of them to tears, a mere few seconds causing them to almost cry at the intensity of his gaze — he wasn't that intimidating — to you at least. He was the clingiest, softest, man-baby there ever was. He was even a male wife, in your perspective.

"I mean apologise to my fucking girlfriend. Apologise to Y/n." Eren observes at the grew heavily unnerved by the murderous vibes he gave off, though he was aware he would never murder a woman, nor murder someone at all. He would only do so if they threatened your safety, in any way.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't mean to cause you to feel like this. I'm truly sorry," You could only gift a nonchalant glance at them, squeezing Eren's hand as you concealed your nervousness, too afraid to break down in front of everyone.

"Eren, thank you. You know I can't take you seriously when you get mad like this? All I imagine is you in the kitchen, making me a midnight snack for my discomfort and everything." You tease him as he finds his cheeks growing flushed. He allows himself to cup your face, shifting it partially to the side as he made sure you hadn't shed a single tear.

"Because I'm soft for you, that's why. It's cold, I'll make us hot cocoa as soon as we get home," Eren spews as you lean against his shoulder, the professor dismissing the behaviour between the both of you. She was solely happy you had both attempted to come in.

"You better, Eren. I need a good excuse to hold you all night. No, I don't even need an excuse," You utter as you fondle his fingers, finding satisfaction with the beat you had created on his thigh. He joined in, listening to the rusting of your coat against your chair.

"You don't have to ask. You never ask anyway, so don't change that. I find it physically painful that I can't kiss your lips right now," Eren speaks in a whispered flushed tone as you chuckle, lightly kissing his cheek. All to make up for the lack of kisses you were able to gift him at this moment.

"I kissed your cheek, that's good enough for now," You chuckle as he carries on with his drawing, his eyes so soft against yours as his tongue poked out of his mouth as he focused.

"One more time?" Eren questions in a whisper as he holds you close to him with gentleness, his hand still entwined with yours as he continued with his drawing — with his free hand.

"Just one more. Show me what you're working on," You speak as you bring your lips against his cheek, assuring yourself no one was observing the both of you — peace was finally in sight. He grows humid at your touch, his inner self growing excited at the contact from you.

"Here, take it. Since my drawing skills have improved a lot, here you go." Eren speaks with a slight smile, nervous to present to you the image he had drawn of you with a quickness. It wasn't going to beat the cute drawing of you he kept in the pocket of his wallet.

You grasp a hold of the image he gifted you, your eyes lighting up as you glanced at every refined detail of you there were. His sketches consisted of the red scarf that draped around your neck and the large plaster on your neck. The gentle smile you wielded as you synced your eyes with his own, circularly rubbing his hand.

But it was then, just then you grew extremely giddy at the words he had written: 'you're perfect; I love you.' It reminded you of the first-ever drawing he had given to you. Oh, how so much time had passed.

"I'm getting nostalgia, this is very beautiful, Eren. It reminds me of the first we sat next to each other. I don't want to cry right now, I'm too emotional." You say as you admired the image, your heart firmly pounding as you run your fingers along it, smiling vigorously.

"That's the whole point. Just this time, you didn't just say thanks. You poured out your whole heart to me," Eren speaks as you slightly tug on his scarf, allowing yourself to bury your face within it as you glance at him.

"When do I not? But, I truly think we should focus now. I don't know if coming in before graduation is for me. I kind of want to commit to working at home." You announce in an airy tone, puffing out your cheeks as you held his hand, a subtle distasteful feeling washing over you.

"Are you okay? You just snapped out of it for a moment," Eren speaks as you somewhat cover your mouth, your hand resting on your stomach as you momentarily freed his hand, unable to stomach the weird sensation within your stomach.

"I'm good now. Just felt a bit off. I think we should focus now, Eren," You speak as he assures himself you are okay; he knew you had been experiencing pre-period symptoms.

"I think we should, Eren. Hand me your sticky notes and everything," You speak as you categorise your newly made notes, attempting to formulate a doable scenario for you.
—

The lesson had ended, causing you and Eren to allow yourselves up from the spots you had once occupied. A gentle part of you felt rather off. An off-putting bodily feeling smothered against you. The both of you remained within your spot as you were readying yourself to approach Armin and Mikasa.

Mikasa held no sadness or emotion towards such a promiscuous setting change. But her mind and body lacked familiarity with the place you and Eren were set to be occupying, for years that were to stretch by, in serene.

Armin on the other hand, his mind somewhat hurt from the lack of trust Eren had put within him. What happened to them telling each other everything?

"It's going to be fine, Eren." You mutter to him, holding his hand. You both slowly made your way down, being met with the soft glance of Mikasa, and the hesitant glance of Armin.

"I just hope he doesn't hate me. I left him at a time when he needed me the most. But, at the same time, you needed me the most, too." Eren admits, causing guilt to run through you at you occupying the solace space his best friend once occupied, spending every second with him.

"Did you try to talk it out with him?" You hold his hand firmer, slightly leaning to press your lips against his cheek to assure him he was set to do okay.

"No, he didn't want to pick up my calls," Eren notes, sighing as Armin partially shifted himself away, readying himself to occupy elsewhere, as you remain inching closer and closer to himself and Mikasa.

"Knowing you, you probably didn't call for a while since you rarely use your phone. You remind me of an old man, you only use your phone to take pictures of you and me," Your laughter lightens him up as you're quickly stolen away from him, being rushed into Mikasa's arms. She left him to steer away with Armin, attempting to talk it out in the seemingly empty classroom.

"Mikasa! I was getting ready to hug you from behind. The fact that you beat me was beyond me," You speak as you both broke down within another, finding one another growing tearful at the contact you had both lacked from each other.

"Because I haven't seen you in so long. I have gone too many days without being in your lap. Being without you had made me realise how much I had spent time without you, I'm sorry." Mikasa mutters as she buries herself within your chest. You both remained against the floor, allowing yourselves to let it all out, from how overwhelmed you were.

"You knew I was going to be here regardless, right? Hence why I kept in contact every day, it's because I love you, Mika." She holds onto you tighter, her tears beginning to bead within your scarf as you held her. Held her tighter than you had ever held her before. This was the second tightest you had held her, ever since she had almost gotten alcohol poisoning.

"I'm just sorry for never being able to gain back the time you had spent suffering without me helping you out. I'm sorry for not visiting you in the hospital during your first few days. But, after your room was empty, I stayed with you for an hour, reading you that stupid book you said you loved." Mikasa continues to cry, causing you to tightly bury yourself around her, sobbing as she did so, allowing you to rest above her. You both remained against the classroom floor, crying against one another.

"I felt as if I could hear you. I knew you would come and see me. I'm just sorry I wasn't awake for the moments you were unable to speak to anyone about your panic attacks. I'm sorry for not being able to go on the phone with you at that moment." You note to her, your voice aching as you allowed yourself to grow slightly meek, re-evaluating the sound of your voice as Eren remained with Armin.

"It's all good, Marcel was helping me out. He and I were in the same situation. He helped me slowly recover from how much alcohol I abused." Mikasa chuckles as she grows tired against you, allowing you to lay on top of her, no matter how much she disdained classroom floors.

"You have to send me the I have a boyfriend text. That's how I know the two of you aren't official yet." She allows herself to chuckle at your words, wrapping her arms around you as you remained laying there, tears continuing to falter.

"Not yet. I'm just waiting for him to ask me soon, he's making preparations." Mikasa announces to you, allowing herself to rub your back as you groaned at the sensation, finding platonic pleasure within the spot as your back was killing you.

"He better make preparations. Sasha told me about how loud the two of you are at the dorm." You chuckle as Mikasa grows bewildered at your words, unable to bring herself to contain her groans.

"He's just too good at it. I know this is odd to say. But, Y/n, something about you seems different. It's not the fact that you seem happier, like your body." Mikasa speaks out, causing subtle confusion to overwhelm you as you were unsure what it was she was attempting to hint at.

"What's up with my body? Is it something bad, Mika?" You question her, knowingly unable to believe your body was set to be blasted in negative lighting. Eren had kissed upon every aspect of it, informing you of how beautiful it was, whenever you felt as if it weren't good enough — which felt rare now. He would fondle, kiss or adore any spot you would attempt to classify as an imperfection.

"No, you just feel different. I don't know how to word it," She notes, allowing you to remain upon her, tiredness stirring within you at both of your emotional outbursts.

"I feel different if I'm going to be honest. But, I'm convinced it's pre-period changes. My body isn't mine when I'm about to start my period. I swear a whole ass demon be taking over," You feel as she chuckles, sighing as she had missed this moment.

Mikasa would trade in millions of lives to be able to lay with you. Either amid a troubling storm, pelting debris, or troubling winds. She didn't care; she wanted to be with you.

"That's the worst. So how has Eren been treating you? He better be treating you well." Mikasa speaks in lightness, planting a gentle kiss upon your head as you remained, chuckling at her gesture. You had missed her a lot.

"Amazing. He's everything I could ask for, I love him more than anything in life in itself. I can't even word how much I love him, it's so frustrating. It's already so high, yet it continues to grow, there is no max." A smile is gentle against your features as you describe Eren, smiling deeply as she grew attentive to your words. She could tell you were happiest you had ever been. The happiest during the whole time she had known you.

"Why didn't you tell me the two of you were practically moving out?" Her tone is laced with a tinge of hurt as she also woke up, readying herself to settle against your sheets, crying as she missed you dearly. But as she set herself to do so, she realised a lot of your things were missing, causing her to ache at the dismal revelation.

"I didn't even know I was until last month. He proposed the idea and I accepted. Anywhere he goes, I go. Plus, I wanted to mentally get away from everything. I just didn't want to go back so early and everything." You announce to her, yearning for her to be able to reason with your reason. You prayed she found solace within it.

"So you both live together now? I get you two have, kind of, been together for almost a year, in someone's home, but still. He did the same to Armin, I hope they talk it out. Armin was devastated as Eren had promised to not move out until they finished college." Mikasa recalls the night Armin had informed her of what had occurred, causing the two of them to feel depleted.

"I would be too if he did the same. But, I'm just glad we're living together. I think this is the happiest I have ever been in my whole life. Even though some days I feel like shit, he still manages to brighten my days. I love him so much," You allow her to listen to your words. She holds you, afraid to allow the two of you to get up.

"The two of you are perfect for each other. What's your favourite thing about him?" She questions, her tone light as you somewhat sew yourself within her.

"I can't say, because I love too much about him. There's just so much about him that's my favourite. But, if I have to choose one of the basics, it's how good he is with kids. He's so good with kids, it makes my heart melt every time." You announce in excitement, allowing yourself to grow giddy over that aspect. She listened to you, finally being able to listen to your voice again.

"Last time I saw him, he didn't want to have kids. I remember him and Armin talking about their futures and he spoke about being unable to see himself with kids. But, it seems he wants to have kids and everything with you." Mikasa speaks in glee, holding onto you as you remained tearful, unable to bring yourself to not shed tears.

"He talks about wanting kids with me all the time. He grows extremely excited over just being able to raise a family with me. He's such a huge softy. My softy." The two of you finally allow yourselves to get up off the floor, wiping each other's tears as you glanced at one another — you surprisingly didn't look like a mess.

"Have the two of you talked it out yet?" Mikasa questions. Armin glances at Eren, with a somewhat cold expression, unable to bring himself to fully find forgiveness within Eren's actions.

"I think so? I'm not sure what to do, I did warn him," Sometimes you forgot that Eren was unable to thoroughly express his emotions outside of solely you. He was able to express his emotions, to a degree, but he was unable to be fully sympathetic outside of you — he was working on it.

"You just left with no warning. I get the two of you are together and everything, but you could have simply said you were moving out. I get you had been gone for so long, but still, you could have simply explained your situation. You don't even tell me that much anymore." Armin allows himself to admit, furrowing his brows as Eren glanced at him with a somewhat pained expression, yearning to get back to you.

"I'm sorry, I just had so much going on. I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but Y/n is my main priority. I get we're best friends and everything, but I just didn't have enough time and everything. But, I'm sorry, Armin. I had been planning to move out, regardless." Eren speaks, glimpsing at the hurt that lingered within Armin's features, as you and Mikasa remained by one another.

"A simple text wouldn't have hurt, or you could have simply woken me up? But, you didn't. You went into both dorms and just solely packed up everything." Armin counters. He was
agitated by how Eren was unable to bring himself to efficiently express himself, outside of you.

But then it hit him, you were the only person who truly understood the real Eren. The one that wasn't afraid to show his emotions as everyone had shone him out of doing so.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to get back to Y/n, Armin. I regret not texting you or anything, but that doesn't mean I'm such a bad person. I told you about the possibilities, but I didn't know it would be this soon. I had to get out quick for Y/n's safety, no one was supposed to know." Eren allows himself to reveal, unable to fully express his emotions. He was somewhat struggling, getting ready to somewhat pick at his finger skin.

You bring yourself closer to him, taking a hold of his hand, whispering a gentle no to him. He felt himself grow slightly panicked from being unable to thoroughly express himself. He wished this wasn't as hard as it appeared to be. "Thank you, my love."

"Just a simple text message would have been fine. I don't care about this anymore. Can we all just leave the room?" Armin speaks in slight tiredness, only before pulling you into a hug, being gentle with you as you held back your tears from his gesture.

"I'm happy you're back, Y/n. I'm glad you're okay," He speaks with tenderness, holding you momentarily before Eren took a hold of you, pulling you within his arms, as he had been deprived of your affection for too long. He longed to just hold you. This day was heavily tiring, within his eyes.

"Thanks, Armin. I'm sorry for being the reason for Eren not being able to tell you. Sorry." You speak as Eren holds you with firmness, his body being rather gentle, soothing the burst of emotions that seemed to overwhelm you — you felt bad for him.

"It's all good. After all, it worked out for the better. I'm glad the two of you are happy, you both practically saved each other. I'm glad I made your dumbass realise the fact that you love him." Armin feels himself partially calm, his mince of sadness whisking away as he was somewhat able to realise it was all for the better. The two of you couldn't survive without each other. He hoped it didn't backfire on both of you. If so, death would be apparent.

"He was a dumbass, too. My dumbass. I think we should leave the classroom, I feel like I've been here for too long," You utter, feeling as Eren allowed himself to settle kisses upon the top of your head, momentarily allowing his eyes to seal shut. You feel efficiently calmer as he bandages his arms around you.

"I am your dumbass. Let's be careful with the halls, I don't want the large crowds overwhelming you, my love." Eren settles a singular kiss upon your head, only to shift his position so he now stood beside you.

He allows your hand to rest in his own as he places his lips against your own, unwilling to care about the fact that Armin and Mikasa had trailed ahead, tired of how clingy the both of you were with one another.

"Let's be careful. Something tells me to take it easy, I don't trust something. Keep me close, Eren." You speak in subtle panic as the four of you exit the room, met with the mere sight of dozens upon dozens of students within the hallway, causing you to feel somewhat anxious.

"I will. The last time you said that something bad happened. Stay in front of me, I'll guide you from behind. I'm not letting you get hurt, I promise." Eren assures you as you somewhat freeze at the large crowd, feeling as if you were being hit with a familiar aroma — not the one that adored Eren. Not the eliciting one that gifted you deep comfort at any moment.

"I love you, Eren." You mutter as you allow yourself to kiss him, only for him to pull you into another kiss, letting go of you. He remains beside you, his hand against your waist as he analysed the situation, making sure to scan the atmosphere for anything unusual.

"I love you, too. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise," Eren speaks in a soft tone as Mikasa and Armin allow themselves to somewhat depart, remaining ahead of the two of you. They solely allowed themselves to remain giving you and Eren time to settle with one another, speaking in a joyful tone.

"You sure you don't want to go somewhere less overwhelming?—"

"Since when was she back? Amilia, what happened to you taking care of her?" You hear from a short distance, causing anger to seethe within you as you were blinded with anger, now allowing yourself to follow the sound of her voice.

"Eren, I'm going to fucking fight her. I don't care about the consequences, I've tried to be mature," You mutter as you attempt to locate her within the crowd, only to encounter the sight of her resting with a friend that remained beside her. Why did she look so happy? Why did she allow happiness to fondle inside her? Why?

"Shit, let me be nearby you. The moment she tries to take a hit on you, I'm pulling you away. There are no buts, I'm not having anyone hurt you." Eren speaks in worry, locating himself behind you as your eyes met with Amilia's; panic rested on her face. She caught glimpse of the sight of you and Eren, hand in hand.

She allowed her face to be laced with a faux calm expression as she glanced at the two of you, somewhat uninterested in what it was the two of you proposed to offer. No matter how sincere she attempted to make her attempts in ruining your chances with Eren, not a single time did they ever work.

Rather, she remained observing as the two of you only got closer to one another. Hell, he had even gifted you the scarf he had worn the first time he had ever encountered her. She remembers the moments when she was met with an angered expression that rested on his face. His face was thoroughly heated as he asked her to never speak to him.

It was all after her father proposed the idea of Eren marrying her for a business deal, and she couldn't help but allow herself to find interest in the deal — solely as she needed someone to invest her time within. He wore the beautiful scarf you wore, finding solace within the scarf his mother had gifted to him at an extremely young age.

She was able to tell the very scarf was what kept him calm, allowing him to feel safe within a comforting warmth. And if she was to use her very eyes, it appears to show that he was also gifting you that very warmth, sheltering you within the extremely sacred warmth of him that she begged for.

He had never gifted her warmth, rather he had gifted her bitterness. He never once wanted anything to do with her. His body would always ache in sadness whenever she was around him — she took advantage of him over his father's agreement.

She would force him into make-out sessions with her, forcing him into telling everyone how much he loved her. She knew that he despised her for ruining his chances of freedom, ruining the little motivation for life, he had left.

Everyone thought he and her were on and off, but he was truly shutting himself away from her, causing her to tell everyone they were on and off. He hated her; she could tell by the look he held in his eyes. It was a look of rooted hatred, numbness, the opposite of what he gifted you.

It saddened her how you held your scarf higher, allowing your neck to remain within the scarf. You glimpse at her with eyes weighted with rooted disdain — she didn't do anything. Why were you so mad at her? You deserved it.

"Y/n, what do you want from me? I thought my brother had killed you?" You feel yourself grow angry at her words.

It was as if your mind wasn't in full control of you as you approached her with quickness, grabbing a hold of her collar as you pushed her with force against the locker, observing as fear overwhelmed her eyes.

"No, but I won't hesitate to fucking kill you. Eren took care of your brother. I think it's only polite for me to fucking finish you off. So now you want to be scared? I see the look in your eyes. Your sorry was shit," You speak, letting go of her and burying your fist within her face. Eren held back his smile, making sure to get ready to pull you out when he sensed danger.

"You fucking bitch. All I ever wanted was what you had the most, Eren. You had it all handed to you with ease." Amilia speaks as you now tower over her. She glances at you with heavy fear, her nose bleeding as tears well within her eyes.

"You wanted him. You fail to realise you hurt him in so many ways, he didn't want you. Everything you have done, it led to you pushing us together, you stupid bitch." You feel yourself bury your fist within her face, once more, listening as she held back a scream at the brute force you used.

"I just wanted someone who loved me. I thought Eren was going to be the person who took me out of the hell at home, but it seems as if you were lucky enough to be pulled out by him. He saved you from Brandon." You grew angrier at her words, gritting your teeth as you scattered punches against her jaw, feeling as she attempted to pull you off of her. You were missing places that were going to knock her out; you wanted her to feel it. Feel it all.

"He did. But, this is all your fault. You think this is being saved from your brother?" You punch her on her cheek, observing as tears stream down her face. She screams, her face becoming bloody as you showed the large bandage on your neck.

"I didn't mean for him to stab you. But I'm glad he did, he should have killed you. No, I should have killed you the day I pulled you away from Sasha." She chuckles, feeling as you got up, lifting her before you slammed her into a locker, uppercutting her jaw as she cried out, embarrassed in front of such a large audience.

"Fuck her up, Y/n!" You hear Connie from afar as he cheers for you, somewhat ill at the brutality of the sight of the two of you — she couldn't even land a hit.

"If it makes you feel better, I'm the one Eren kisses goodnight every single day. And what are you doing? You stay here miserable for my boyfriend who makes sure I get the best treatment." You allow your knee to connect with her stomach as she now begins to cough up blood, causing you to slightly back away as she was somewhat unrecognisable.

"I fucking hate you! How hard is it for you to see that I just wanted him to love me?! I wanted someone to save me from what you went through!" She screams, attempting to come over to you with her hand resting against her stomach as blood trickles down her face.

"Well, Eren isn't the man who loves you. He loves me, so suck it up. I'm not one to fight for a man, but you seem to hurt me and my boyfriend a lot. Every single time I've attempted to not fight with you, but each time you push the boundaries." You mutter as you chuckle as she makes her way over to you. A crazed smile rests on your face as she struggled to remain up, clutching her stomach, as she cried, slowly fading out of consciousness.

You make your way over to her, making sure not to get blood on your t-shirt as Eren held your coat and scarf, cheering you on as you crouched in front of her, straddling her. You settled yourself nearby her ear, speaking of words that caused her to falter at the moment, no real motivation left for her to continue living. You had had the last laugh.

You were so much better than her, no wonder why she thought her brother wasn't over you. But, she wondered why she wasn't able to attain the same sort of reassurance you had been gifted — she envied you.

"If it makes you feel better, look at my index finger. The man your stupid self likes to taunt will be marrying me one day. I love Eren so fucking much, and I won't hesitate to fuck you up again if you try to harm him and me. The next time, I will fucking kill you." You whisper to her as she gasped for air. You somewhat stopped her breathing, observing as she grew frantic at the lack of air.

"I only wished to make him happy. Why do you get to be the one who becomes the one he loves? What is it about you that makes me inferior to you?" She speaks as she continued to bleed, her eyes fluttering as she allowed tears to continue to spew from her eyes as she spoke of her last words, "I just wanted to be loved."

"Too bad it's not by Eren. I'm not going to feel sympathy for you now, you attempted to kill me. I hope this is a lesson, it felt good to finally screw being mature and fucking up your face." You take a deep sigh of relief as you glance at your knuckles; blood adorned your fingers. Not a single splatter of blood was detectable upon your face as you step away from her, smiling at Eren as he smiled at you.

"You didn't get hurt, right?" Eren questions you as you glimpse at him with a loving expression, only to turn and to be met with the sight of a cheering crowd — they all hated her.

"I'm fine, but look at her. This barely makes up for what she has done to me, but I feel a lot lighter now. I finally got her back for the two of us." You speak, unable to hug him as blood tinted your shirt and fingers, cascading and resting upon the ground.

"Y/n!" You hear from afar, causing you to turn around as Sasha and Connie approached you and Eren, smiling at Armin and Mikasa as they remained stunned.

"Sasha, Connie! I want to hug you, but I don't think you want blood all over you. The one time I'm about to hug you as well." You chuckle, observing as Eren smiled at you, proud of the fact that you had managed to ruin her in a way that would leave her fucked up.

"The blood stinks, I feel like I'm going to throw up," Sasha speaks as you catch rift of what she was referring to. You felt yourself wanting to throw up at the scent of the blood.

"To think we have so many things in common. Eren, can we go back to the dorm? Sorry, Connie. I know you hate the smell of blood and the sight of it." You say, feeling somewhat abnormal as you were coated within her crimson blood.

"Let's go. I'm proud of you, Y/n," Eren allows himself to kiss your lips, gesturing for you to smear the blood upon your shirt — it was your turn to do laundry when the two of you get home.

"Even with blood? Sickening. The least you can do is hug me Eren. You left me, now I can't even bully you no more. Well, I haven't been able to do it for months. I haven't been able to flour bomb you at four am for ages!" Connie babbles on, only to feel as Eren pulled him into a hug, rustling his hair as Sasha remained at a distance, with you, talking from afar.

"Blood isn't gonna stop me from kissing my girlfriend," Eren admits to Connie, causing Connie to tease Eren for the blush that rested upon his cheeks — you had missed this.

"Can I have another kiss?" You tease Eren from afar, only for him to pull away from Connie, placing his lips against your own, being dismissive of your shirt. Connie couldn't help but dramatically cry over the sight.

"Y'all are gross. Let's get you to the dorm to clean you up, Y/n. You might want to see the new changes to the dorm, you'll love it." Sasha speaks as Connie laces his arm around her shoulder, dragging her back so she could also sync with Armin and Mikasa who laughed at the jokes within the situation.

"Where it all began. Jeez, it has been a while. C'mon, Eren. I think it's time for me to retrieve my elephant plushie. I'm convinced it's traumatised." You note to him, listening as he laughed, using his free hand to hold your coat, already putting your scarf within his backpack.

"At least it hasn't seen us in the last few months, we went crazy." Eren listens as you lighten up, laughing as the rest of them halted, groaning as they realised what it was the two of you were talking about.

"You two probably fuck like rabbits. I'm guessing that's why the two of you never answer your phones? When you do, you're both together, half-naked." Connie sticks his tongue out of his mouth, proceeding to place the tip of his tongue against the base of Armin's face. Armin groans at Connie's gesture; he is used to the fact that he would always do this.

"That's up for you to speculate. Plus, it's always seven am in the morning when you call." You lean against Eren's shoulder as you both halt to glance at them all fumbling with one another.

"But you're always awake, cause the two of you don't like to sleep for a long time." Connie taunts Armin once more, ruffling his hair and shifting his glasses higher.

"That was the old me. I've been sleeping good, Eren also." You glance into Eren's eyes, only for him to press his lips against yours once more, astonished by the beauty of you. It had been so long, yet he was still mesmerised by the beauty of you within any location.

"You sleep for almost the whole day. You don't even watch the stars with me, sometimes, because you're knocked out." Eren admits, listening as they all laughed — you did not once to sleep for a frequent amount of time.

"I'm just exhausted. Plus, you're too comfortable. I feel tired now, my adrenaline has worn off. Nap with me at the dorm, Eren. It's been a while since we have last slept there." By the last time, you were referring to the time you had both swore an oath on his behalf. An oath you swore by to this day — the oath of his promise.

"I'll nap with you as long as you want. I'm preparing myself to be tired so you can sleep." Eren refrains from mentioning your nightlight, significantly noticing progress as you relied on it less.

But, despite that, you remained afraid of the dark, only going to certain places with him. It was cute when you got him to carry you to certain places. He loved it all; you were his one and only.

"Not when I need you to read me to sleep. I like to hear your voice before I sleep, your voice is just so cute." You whisper to him, listening to how he chuckled as you both dissociated from the rest of them.

—

It had been a few hours since Eren had cleared up your knuckles from the blood, and willingly showered with you, fitting into your oversized clothes. It was the evening and the two of you rested in your dorm room. The others settled in the living room, chuckling at each other as you rested here with him.

Tiredness overwhelmed you as you remained beside him, burying your head within his chest as he scattered kisses upon you, listening to you sweetly groan at his gestures. You treasured every single one of his kisses; they were perfect in your twinkling eyes.

"How are you feeling now?" Eren questions as you remain in tiredness against his chest, laying in your sheets with him. He played a YouTube video for the two of you to watch.

"I just feel so exhausted. I want to sleep so bad, but who knows when Sasha's going to check up on us again." You note to him, laughing at the YouTube video. He leaned to kiss your forehead, leaving you to smile beneath it.

"You can go to sleep, I'll join you." Eren pulls the cover further on top of the two of you, glancing around your old room as you both adjust to your large bed. It had been a while since he had been here, with you at least. He had packed up all your clothes, but all your cheesy posters remained — they still looked cool.

"Not until we finish this YouTube video. It's very interesting, Eren," You speak in a groggy tone, feeling somewhat hungry as you hadn't eaten for a few hours. The last time you had placed food within you was when Eren decided to make the two of you dinner, with the doable ingredients, only for the rest of them to ask him to make them some.

He did it anyway, cooking for them all.

"Just don't fall asleep yet. Are your breasts still sore?" Eren questions. You somewhat fail to take account of his words, so close to almost falling asleep on the spot — it was only eight pm.

"They still hurt, Eren. I don't like how they feel. Can you soothe them?" You feel as he allows his hands to smooth against your breast, holding it as you groaned in relief, silently thanking him.

"Always," Eren speaks, his tone soft as he multitasked, his heart growing flushed at the sounds and thoughts of you. He felt a change in the size of your breasts, but he knew they were perhaps from pre-period symptoms.

As Eren places his phone in front of you, gentle with viewing the YouTube movie, his phone began to ring with the name 'Mum', leaving you to chuckle. You were aware of the fact that Carla was readying herself to reach Eren, so she could smooth over his demeanour and enough to be able to accept the versatility of the situation. He allows himself to somewhat groan, infatuated with the show.

But despite such a thing, he allows himself to answer her call, knowing to never dismiss a face time call. They were always important, though he rarely dared himself to answer them.

"Eren! Where's Y/n?!" Carla announces as her face comes into view, leaving you unable to efficiently glance within the phone. He somewhat levelled it against your head.

He found cuteness within permitting your head to become an item rest — only in a way that brought you no harm.

"She's here," Eren entitles his phone the mere chance to slowly float down to you, resting against his chest, your eyes somewhat closed, as you adjusted to the dim lighting.

"Y/n! It's so good to see you, I hope you're doing well. How are you feeling?" Carla allows herself to smile at the sight of you resting upon her son's chest, eliciting a rare sense of happiness she had never once encountered from him. Though he held a few genuine smiles towards his mother, they were rather hard to pull out of his complex self.

"I'm doing well, Carla. I'm just really tired," You rest firmer against Eren, somewhat slurring as he gifted you comfort, allowing his mother's voice to rest within your ear.

"Rest up, sweetie. Eren, keep her safe, my mother's intuition senses something positive about her. When can I see the two of you, again?" Carla speaks in glee, feeling herself tear up from how attentive Eren was to you, whispering sweet words to you, as he forgot he was on call to her.

"Huh? What did you say, Mum?" Eren looks into the screen, his eyes brightening as he soothed your discomfort, smoothing the skin nearby your bottom. He could tell you were experiencing back pains; you were to sleep comfortably around him.

"When can I see the two of you, again? It's been a while since I last saw the two of you. I got to gift the two of you more blankets, it's beginning to get colder now." Carla observes as Eren kisses your head, listening to you stir against him, whispering a sweet I love you, only for him to return the same words to you.

"Whenever Y/n isn't tired. She has me changing my sleep schedule. We used to stay up till four am, now we stay up until half ten." Eren teases as he feels as you fall asleep against him, too tired to listen to the slight chaos that was occurring in the living room.

"Y'all need to get married one day. I've never seen you smile as much as you do with her. Look, you're doing it right now." Carla exclaims, in awe at the fact that her son was swarmed within happiness with you. He looked at you with extremely loving eyes. She adored the way he looked at you; he had never looked at someone in this way.

"I'm going to marry her, I have to replace her promise ring with a new one soon. An engagement ring. Okay, mum, I'm going to go sleep, I'm tired." Eren allows himself to say. His heart beats in such a graceful manner against you. He holds onto you with firmness, somewhat saddened at the fact that you weren't able to finish the YouTube video with each other.

"I can't wait for that day. Have the two of you finally found a place to stay at? I need to know because I'm unsure — don't sleep on me yet." Carla questions, her tone seething with a giddiness.

"Yeah, we live together now. We're just at her dorm because she wanted to go back. I'm proud of her for being able to set foot in her dorm." Eren has a smile on his face. His smile is so illuminated, that it causes Carla's eyes to well up at how he truly seemed to be happy. She knew her son wasn't happy before you. But now it had practically been confirmed that you were his happiness.

"And you didn't tell me? When can I come and visit?" Carla asks, gasping at the shocking revelation — she solely wanted to catch up with you. The two of you had spent so much together when you stayed at their family home, knitting with her in front of the flickering hues the tv screen displayed.

"Only if Y/n feels safe with it. She doesn't like people knowing where she is, but I'll ask her if you can. She adores you, mum. She has her reasons. Her safety comes first. I'm sorry." Eren lifts the cover further up you with his free hand, feeling you slightly shiver from how cold your room was — you hadn't been here in a while.

The first time, you held him. The second time being back, he now held you. Sadness and low morale consumed him the first time. Happiness and admiration consumed him this time.

"Anything for her, Eren. Now, get some rest. It wouldn't be fair to allow her to sleep on her own. Chop chop!" Carla ends the phone, leaving Eren settling his phone on your bedside table, his eyes feeling weighted as he placed a kiss against your head.

"I love you, Y/n. Goodnight, my love." He tenderly smothers kisses against the top of your head, allowing his jade eyes to softly give in to the appeal of you — it felt extremely nice being here.

It felt nice being back to where it all began with you, the only person he loved more than life in itself.

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a/n: to think that this is probably the last piece of angst — don't trust me. only eight more chapters left to go until the end of earned it!