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—04/06/21 🧁

↱ mini series | [EREN JEAGER]

↺ part two / continuing from part one of these archived mini series??

imagining the emptiness and silence that consumes the apartment. no longer was there the sign of life; of old band music eren liked blasting in the kitchen in the middle of the night; of your laughter that would shake the room whenever eren would sing off-key, glancing back at you with his boyish grin; of the slow dancing in the kitchen when the moment became tender; of the similar warmth that existed solely when eren was around. a safe and warm environment that had now succumbed to this dark, cold waste-like land within your home.

you can’t blame anything really, you’re rarely home nowadays. burying yourself deep in work leaving weeks-long of messages and calls from friends unanswered. eren had disappeared like you asked that night when he had broke the news. when he had broke you.

*thinking about… dilf! nanami who has been single for several years after his wife died. mainly focusing on his son, yuji.

*thinking about… dilf! nanami who in the first few years after losing his wife had turned down every women that had took an interest in him. whether he wasn’t ready or he truly couldn’t think of anyone else but his wife, he always turned down the most beautiful women.

*thinking about… dilf! nanami who has always been your neighbour for a couple years now after you moved in. your first time meeting the fellow dad was when your grocery bag ripped and everything poured out during the first week you moved in and you’re cursing, probably feeling a little frustrated with the new job in the new city, and then this like 6’5 man in a suite with a baby strapped to his chest leans next to you to help you pick your groceries up quietly.

*thinking about… the first introduction with dilf! Nanami was brief mainly being you’re both kinda shy. you thank him graciously when he helps you set your stuff onto the kitchen table, even thanking toddler yuji who’s babbling nonsense at you while being strapped to his father’s chest. Nanami makes his exit saying he’s only next door if you need any help, etc.

“i’m so fucking tired of your shit” y/n mutters, swiping the keys off of the countertop as she stomps pass. her eyes are focused on the door, her hand reaching for the handle as she turns the nob swiftly.

i need to leave. she repetitively thinks. her eyes are squinting, holding back the tears threatening to stream down her face. all her life she vowed never to turn out like this, hopeless and blind to the mantles of ‘love’. or whatever she felt with him. she was strong but at times it was difficult maintaining this facade.

as the door clicks open, eren’s hand brushes against the door, inches away from y/n’s head, slamming it shut. the sound of the door echoes throughout the house.

why am I shaking. she thinks tears welling against her accord. she can smell the cologne emitting from eren.

the air is silent between the two. eren pushes himself against y/n, closing the gap as his head dips closer to her shoulder. resting his head against it. long brown strands of hair tickle y/n’s ear and usually she would laugh at this. but her head is empty and her affections are long gone to recreate the memory. tears fall leisurely down her face, one’s she no longer can fight off.

“please don’t leave” eren murmurs, pleadingly. his mouth moves to her neck softly planting a kiss. his body is warm against hers and she knows.

“i’m sorry” he whispers again, this time with more sincerity.

y/n isn’t as bold as she thought she could be. building her a steel armour around herself, she believed, only for it to be undone by the one person she loathed in the moment. her sobs are swallowed hard against her throat but it doesn’t stop the tears dropping to the floor. she caves in, twisting herself to eren as if he is going to vanish into thin air.

“i’m sorry” she manages to mumble before the overwhelming sobs take over. her hands gripping against his sides, “I’m sorry i won’t leave you”.

eren is quiet but he returns the affection, lacing his arms around her protectively. his hand snakes to her hair, pulling her closer to him so she cannot see the smirk that is plastered across his face.

love is blind.

A/n; erm this was just kinda a draft stuck in my brain. only short

I just had a really poo day. A DAY AFTER MY BDAY, but I’m gonna sleep it off

it’s my birthday ya’ll 🎂👭

i love everyone + life. stay safe <3

draft for (mini series) part two of angst ex bf eren! what do you think? 🤨

kinda wanna build some jealousy in there but not too sure if it fits or makes sense! opinions?

part one here

I realise the way majority of women writers can write the most absolute filth of seggs, detailed to the very pubic hair on a male’s testicle AND still be able to maintain a great story plot (with limited to none sexualisation of the leads).

😫chefs kiss

WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME BTS SONGS SLAP. I ONLY KNEW THEM FROM THAT ONE SAMSUNG AD

↺ i wanna be yours. [CONNIE SPRINGER]

↱ drabble / angst.

↱ description ; having a stoner bf that consistently smokes is hot, you thought at first. but now you’re tired of it and maybe… you’re tired of him.

Connie gives me major stoner! bf. like always high which to some degree is fun but then you’d assume he’s not serious about you.

AOT boys as older brothers— BRAINROT EVENT

my birthday is coming up next Wednesday #aquariusbabies and im getting pre-bday blues BUT I’m going to try not be down in the dumps so i’ll probably b publishing a lot more fics :>