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marsandsaturn · 1 year

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I was daydreaming about this earlier and just had to blurt it out. need him so bad :(

Eren who sits next to you in Computer Science class. You never really spoke to him only small talk here and there. he didn’t have a pristine reputation, both for messing with girls and also for his constant smoking and drinking. yet when he sat next to you in class he was as quiet as anything he never made any inappropriate comments or glances, he always paid attention to the lecture and handed in his work on time.

Eren who asks you to be his partner for the assignment coming up on building an application. Although you were a little shocked at first you realized he probably picked you as you were not only the easier option as you sit next to him but you were excelling in the subject so he was guaranteed a strong grade. He asks for your number and you gladly type it into his phone saving your name with a heart next to it. you notice the moon in the top left corner of his phone, he’s put his phone on silent, and you can’t help but think about all the notifications he must be getting. you pass his phone back and he chuckles at the name placing his phone in his back pocket.

Eren who messaged you at 6pm one night of the week. ‘hey smarty wanna come round to work on the project.’ you smile at the nickname and type back ‘who is this?’ hoping to tease him and knock back his seemingly big ego. ‘it’s Eren? don’t tell me your cheating on me and got a different partner’ he responds. you finally agree to go over and follow the directions he sent you.

Eren who has a penthouse over three times the size of your own apartment. To your surprise it’s all tidy with a timeless design and floor-to-ceiling windows. ‘wow Yeager not what I was expecting’ you say as you look around ‘And what were you expecting’ he asks leading you to what seemed to be a dining room. ‘i don’t know like a decaying apartment that reeks of weed’ you say scrunching your nose at the thought. he only replies with an ‘ouch’ as he sits down next to you at the table.

Eren who has no idea what to do when you begin to type up a planning document. he gets even more confused as you begin to start coding. ‘yeager are you paying attention’ you say as you try to explain to him what is going on but he just stares at you. ‘huh um yeah something about the structure of the code right?’ he says shaking his head as you bring him back to reality. ‘why did you even pick this subject’ you ask now staring up at him batting your lashes. ‘I like playing games on my laptop’ he shrugs keeping eye contact with you ‘I get all the graphics card and PC talk it’s just the coding that baffles me’. he can only think about how innocent you look as you look up at him.

Eren who continues to meet up with you almost daily to work on the project. You meet up at one of the cafes closer to your apartment and he can’t take his eyes off you. you walked in with your hair down glasses on your nose and wearing flared jeans and a crop top doing all the right things. He waved at you so you can see him and you catch his green eyes and walk up sitting opposite him in the booth. he lets you order your coffee then says his own and puts out his card paying for the both of you ‘Eren you don’t have to do that’ you say looking at him ‘It’s my treat baby, you just worry your pretty brain about the project yeah I’ve got everything covered’ he says pocking your temple.

Eren who surprisingly takes initiative as you stand presenting your application. He says all the right things and also lets you talk about the more detailed elements. it’s no surprise you got a grade A making Eren smile hard and look over at you shaking your shoulders and repeating ‘thank you ma’ over and over. ‘damn smarty you really know your shit’ he says as you begin to pack up your things ‘i’m throwing a party later, you should come’ you shake your head no ‘oh come on mama you’ll be my VIP. I promise you’ll enjoy it' he says throwing his arm around your shoulder. You sigh out a yes and let him lead you to your next class.

Eren who mixes you up a drink and sits with you on his balcony as the apartment is filled with people dancing to loud music. he leans back on the sofa his arm reaching your waist, sipping on his beer as you both admire the view. you look over to him and find him already staring at you. 'your beautiful' he says. 'do you say that to all your girls?' you scoff turning away from him. his hand reaches up caressing your jaw and turning your face so his eyes can meet your own. his emerald eyes burning into yours as he stares at you. before you can think his lips are on yours in a soft kiss, his lips are soft and you can taste the beer on his tongue. your leg moves so you straddle him his hands still cup your cheeks as your hang around his neck. your the first to pull away looking down at him, 'speechless for once Yeager?' you tease. he only hums in response before bringing your lips back to his.

Eren who now messages you non-stop from as soon as he opens his eyes to when he sleeps sleep. he gets you to come round to his on a regular basis. He uses the excuse of needing help with a topic but just wants to have you sit on his lap cockwarming him as you attempt to explain the topic. He becomes obsessed with you needing to feel your touch at all times, from having to hold you as you do your makeup to holding your hand under the table during class. Not because he's ashamed because all he does is talk about you to his friends to the point they're sick of him. He walks with pride with his arm around your waist as you walk through the corridors.

Eren who turns up at your place drunk after a party. As soon as you open the door his head is nudged into your shoulder as he mumbles gibberish. 'Hey what are you doing here it's only 8pm shouldn't you be partying?' you question dragging him into your dorm. 'I missed you, was no fun without you mama' he says stumbling onto the couch and dragging you with him into his lap. 'you're drunk.' you say rolling your eyes. 'god baby you make me crazy.' he groans kissing your neck 'wanna make you mine'. 'okay Yeager don't go saying things you don't mean' you simply state dragging him to your bedroom. 'i mean it.' he states flopping down on the bed. 'then ask me when you sober and maybe you'll get a yes'.

Eren who's arms are still wrapped around you when you wake up. 'Morning baby' he mumbles into your neck. You turn so you can face him 'Morning handsome' you say tucking his strands of hair behind his ears. 'I believe I have something to ask you' he says now pecking kisses all over your face. 'hmm and what is that' You giggle at his affection. 'Would you like to be my girlfriend?' you both can't stop smiling as he asks. 'let me think about it' you say looking up at the ceiling Eren rolls on top of you trapping you between his arms the motion making you squeal. he raises his eyebrow as a sign to continue 'yes, yes I would'.

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marsandsaturn · 1 year

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marsandsaturn · 1 year

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Hi! I saw you are doing a Valentine’s Day event and I have one for Eren here! Can I request an Eren x Fem!Reader fluffy Drabble where Y/N (she has her beautiful pink nightgown with a pink flower crown on her head) woke up seeing Eren laying stark naked (he had an eucalyptus crown on his head) on his side wide awake with the sun shining on his body holding her hand, playing with her wedding ring, and kissing it causing Y/N to blush. Then Eren motions Y/N to cuddle close to him and embrace her is his warm bare body giving her kisses and unexpectedly carry her out of bed and has her close her eyes because he has a surprise for her and takes her the unknown destination. After Eren sets Y/N down on the picnic blanket, Y/N finds herself by the lake with the view of the mountains along with the sounds of nature in the flower meadow and tackle Eren down with kisses on his naked body until he tells her to stop before having their cuddles and have their cute little activities together by writing a poem, watching the clouds and enjoying the view of the mountains, Eren doing Y/Ns hair in a rose bun, and Y/N drawing Eren under the sun with a sketchpad with butterflies resting on his leaf crown and his bare back. Finally, Eren and Y/N discussed their future of having children and hoping to share this moment with them as a family and Eren agrees with her as he gives her a kiss and lets Y/N cuddle close to his bare chest and wraps an extra blanket around both of them letting Y/N have her nap while he hums her a lullaby and enjoy the relaxing sounds of nature and scenery? Thank you! - 🌼

hii!! sorry i was slow to make this, but it's finally here! i hope you like it! took a time since for some reason everything i wrote was pretty similar to another post so i had to figure out how to change it :') i'm sorry

The soft light that enters through the window and the soft tickles you feel on your ring finger make you wake up slowly. Eren's hands play tangled on yours, as a soft smile shines on his mouth. He looks so ethereal like that, with just a soft white cover on half of his body and the eucalyptus' crown leaves poking out of his messy hair.

"Good morning." he whispers, taking your hand to his lips, kissing the ring on your finger. The one he put there not a long ago. The one that seals your eternal love. You're still too sleepy to react, but your cheeks feel suddenly hot, and Eren giggles softly at it before pulling you closer to his body, skin against skin, the warmth of his body welcoming you between his arms. His fingers dance on your back as your lips rest near his chest, just enjoying his warmth, his body and his cuddles.

"You have to wake up, darling. I have something for you."

Without taking a time, Eren stands up, asking you to close your eyes as he takes your body on his arms. You try to see sneakingly where you're going when he starts to walk, but he smiles before kissing your forehead. "Close them, please."

Doesn't take a lot of time for you to arrive to wherever Eren has brought you, but you can hear some birds and the gurgle of water near you. Slowly, he lets your feet meet a soft fabric, whispering on your ear: "You can open them."

In front of you, Eren smiles tenderly, having the most precious landscape you've ever seen. Beautifully green mountains, the lake with clear water, bloomed flowers on the valley and grown trees, where some birds spend the afternoon. The sun isn't strong, but it gives the perfect warm and light to the meadow. Under your feet, a picnic blanket rests, with some things you recognize: art supplies, pens, something to eat and some water. Eren sits by your side, smiling at you, but you can't contain your emotion, kissing his shoulder. Your lips make a soft way of kisses on his clavicle, neck, chest and jaw, before he takes your chin. "My lips are up here, darling." your body melts when his mouth finds yours, so softly and tenderly that it makes your heart race. His arms wrap around you, taking your body between his legs before hugging you from behind.

There, with the warm hug of your husband, the soft breeze and the natural ambient, it really makes you feel in peace. He puts a notebook in front of you. He knows you enjoy writing poetry as much as he does reading it. There you spend your date, feeling his caresses, the kisses on your neck, and his voice reading the poems you just wrote for him. Then, he lets the sun bath his body, resting by your side, while butterflies perch on his crown and on his body. He looked beautiful, and your hands tingled just with the desire of capturing this moment forever. And that you did, sketching quickly how your husband, illuminated with the golden rays, looks exactly as a forest god. With green leaves between his locks, the beautiful insects resting peacefully on it. Luckily, your draft is done when he moves, sending the butterflies away, and asking you to give him your back while you paint. His fingers are quick to tangle your locks, braiding them before taking the time to roll the braid, making a rose bun you would love to see. He kisses your shoulder when you show him the finished work, amazed with the way you draw him, the way you see him.

As the sun starts to set and the clouds get a lovely pink color, you snuggle against Eren's body. As you quietly look at the sky, Eren speaks softly.

"I kinda see us like this in the future." you remain silent, letting him continue. He takes a couple of seconds to think. "Us, sitting here, as we watch our kids playing on the meadow." Your lips draw a slow smile as you imagine it as well: cuddling on that blanket, while your kids play in front of you, coming back to your arms when they get tired. It looks like the perfect family portrait, and you can't wait to live it by his side. Your eyes feel heavy as he hums a sweet melody, his hands caressing your body softly. He gets closer to you, pressing his lips against your forehead softly. "I love you" he whispers.

You feel the subtle touch of a blanket on top of you, cuddling your body closer to his, as his sweet voice keeps singing a soft song for you.

And there, under the golden light, with his voice mixed with the lake soft mumbling, you dream of a kid.

#eren x reader #eren fluff #eren x you #allie’s recs📌

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marsandsaturn · 1 year

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happy holi

pairings: eren x indian!reader

pronouns: she/her

summary: it’s eren’s first holi since he moved to mumbai with his girlfriend y/n and she decides to celebrate it with him and their friends.

cw: swearing cause come on it’s me, mentions of getting drunk

a/n: happy holi my desi lovelies!! if yall didn’t know, holi is one of my festivals celebrated in india and cause it’s so much fun and since i couldn’t celebrate this year cause of my injury i’m writing a one shot😭 there’s gonna be hindi speaking so im gonna put translations. enjoy this piece!!!

Eren was sitting on the couch watching TV. Nothing special. He was in Mumbai or what locals say Bombay sharing a house with his one and only girlfriend, Y/n. She was currently out buying colour but he doesn’t know that. They moved to the city she was born and raised in 5-6 months ago and it’s Eren’s first holi but he doesn’t know it’s today.

Y/n made an excuse to leave the house to buy colour to put on his face. Come on, it’s holi! It’s the festival of COLOURS!! What Eren also doesn’t know is that his friends are in the city to celebrate together along with Y/n’s friends from when she used to live here.

Y/n got the colours ready on her hands and rang the doorbell. The moment Eren opened the door, colour was smeared all over his face.

“Happy holi!!” Y/n wishes while smearing all sort of colours on his face and neck and some even went in his hair.

“Babe, stop! i have colour all over my face! agh fuck” He complains while trying to wipe the colour off which only made it spread more and all of this caused Y/n to laugh making her realise how much she really missed this since she used to celebrate with her friends before.

“Eren, come on! It’s your very first holi and you don’t know how much i missed it so im gonna make you have the time of your life today.”

Eren looks at her with a small smile cause she’s right. She hasn’t done this in a long time and it is his first holi and he wanted to know what the hype was cause Y/n had been talking about this for a month.

“Ya but did you really have to surprise me with a full colour attack?” He asked while still trying to wipe off the colour. It just made him look even funnier.

“Babe, that’s the fun! You get to raid your friend’s house when they least expect it. Plus, it’s holi! the festival of colours of course I’m gonna attack you. Now wash your face and go get changed. Wear your most worn out clothes. We are celebrating” She instructs him.

“Why worn out clothes?” He asks the most stupidest question causing her to look at him like he’s dumb.

Y/n starts explaining, “Are you dumb? Babe, your clothes are gonna get stained really badly cause there’s colour everywhere. It’s pretty obvious but anyways, go get ready, i’ll make some food to eat quickly and then we’ll leave”

Eren groans and leaves to get ready. Y/n prepares a quick snack to eat and after that gets a bag she prepared with extra clothes for after the event they are going to. During all of this she gets a call from her best friend Dhanisha.

She gets excited and answers it.

“Hello? haan bol”

“Tu aana wali hai na? Varne mein tere ko marne wali hu” Dhanisha threatens light heartedly of course.

“Haan mein aa rahi hu. kitna baje aa jaun? dusre logo ko bhi bolna hai” She asks her to confirm

translation: “Hello, ya say”

“You’re coming right? Otherwise I’ll kill you”

“Ya I’m coming. What time should i come. I have to tell others also”

“Come by 1 o’clock and come fast pleaseeee, I haven’t met you in so long even though you came 5 months.”

“Ya ya I’ll be there quickly ok? I’ll see you later, byeeeee”

She said bye and hung up the phone.

“Who was that?” A voice spoke scaring Y/n causing her to jump in fear. She realised it was her boyfriend.

“It was my best friend Dhanisha. I just realised you never met her. Well doesn’t matter cause you’ll meet her soon. Anyways, are you ready cause we need to leave now. It’ll take an hour atleast to reach cause there’s gonna be traffic.”

Eren nods while saying yes and Y/n tells him to get in the car while she brings everything outside. He sits waiting for his girlfriend to arrive and after a minute she’s outside getting in the car with a bag and dumps it in the back seat.

He looked at her confused. “What’s all that for?”

“Extra clothes for us for after the event and some food to eat on the way and back so help yourself”

He nods and decides to eat a little later. Eren gets his phone and tries to connect his phone to the aux but Y/n stops him immediately.

“Ummm what are you doing? I’m playing music because we need the perfect vibe. Sorry Babe, maybe next time.” She says while patting his cheek.

Y/n starts her music and starts driving to the destination. Eren is not gonna lie, but he really liked the music that she was playing. Definitely good taste.

“Wow babe, you really do have good taste.” He compliments her while nodding his head in approval.

She smiles proud of herself and says thanks and continues driving. As she expected, there was traffic and was dying but she dealt with this everyday so she’s used to it. Eren however was impatient and was gonna rage.

After 10 minutes they finally reach. She parks the car and goes to the entrance finding her friends.

She sends a quick text to Mikasa to let her and the others know they’re here and waiting for her and the others. Eren still has no idea about this. His gang is staying at a hotel nearby and will reach in 2 mins.

Her best friend Dhanisha sees her and immediately runs to her. Y/n sees this and gets excited. They jump into a hug and stay like that for a whole minute.

“N/N MY JAAN I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!” She says while hugging y/n.

“I fucking missed you too oh shit I’m gonna cry” Y/n says and lets go of the hug. Eren smiles at the reunion and wishes his friends were here with him.

“OH! dhani, meet Eren my boyfriend. Babe this is dhanisha. My best friend since the 8th grade.” She introduces her to him.

Eren smiles and shakes her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, N/n won’t stop talking about you. Everyday there’s some new story about you both” He says while chuckling.

“Bro, did you tell him my birthday ka story-”

She gets interrupted by Eren, “Yeah she told me, it was pretty funny but I knew she was capable of it. Did you know one time when we were back at my home town she got so drunk-”

Y/n interrupts him by put her hand over his mouth to make him stop talking

“Okayyyy we can talk about that later but first, turn around Eren, I have a surprise for you”

He does what Y/n tells him and sees his very own friends walking towards him. He turned to Y/n and she just nods to silently tell him that it’s real.

Armin, One of Eren’s best friends ran towards him and tackled him in a brotherly hug. Y/n and Dhanisha were smiling at this cute reunion. He went and greeted the others that were there.

Mikasa, Hange, Levi, Sasha, Jean and Connie were there too. Eren was so happy to see them. Y/n greeted them and gave all of them a hug and introduced her best friend to the gang.

They were happy to meet each other and even gain a new friend. Y/n and Dhanisha looked at each other with a smirk before attacking everyone with colour

Both of the girls smeared colour on everyone’s face and Levi was not pleased. The two girls were laughing at the mess they created. Y/n was so gonna get scolded by Levi but she did not care.

“Guys let’s go inside, there’s gonna be music and everything!” Y/n said and everyone started going inside the venue. It was an open venue with a DJ and colour being thrown everywhere, lots of water sprayed and overall it was a good time.

They danced to bollywood music, they coloured each other and did so many other things. It was one of the best days ever. The group decided to head yo Y/n and Eren’s house. they all squashed themselves in the car and drove for an hour before reaching.

They got inside and everyone was shocked cause it was a really nice place. It looked very comfy and the couple were so proud of that. They all sat down, and started making conversation.

Y/n turned to whisper to her boyfriend, “Soooo… Did you have the time of your life today?”

Eren laughs softly while wrapping an arm around her, “I had the best time today, thank you for this N/n. i had a lot of fun and i got to learn what an amazing dancer you really are”

He gives her a quick peck on the lips making her smile.

“I’m glad you had fun today. Get ready for even more exciting shit over here. I still have so many places to take you to.”

“I’m looking forward to it”

a/n: i had too much fun writing this😭 happy holi again!! i hope you got to celebrate it unlike me</3

#poc reader🫶🏽#eren yeager #allie’s recs📌

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marsandsaturn · 1 year

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musician eren is forever my favorite because I can just imagine this man doing something stupid to piss his girl off. like forgetting their anniversary or an important date because he was locked in a studio session and he don’t come out for nobody. So now he got to stand outside the house, singing in the fucking rain like 2008 Chris Brown, trying to apologize because you won’t talk to him or give him no coochie. Told his ass to go sleep in the studio since he love it so much. Microphone and everything, just embarrassing the hell out of you. “Baby I’m sorry! I promise I ain’t gone do it again.” The bad part is he sound good and you gotta pretend you not impressed. Snot bubbles coming down the face, his homeboys and crew as the backup singers and you just thanking god y’all ain’t got no neighbors to witness the nonsense. Full blown concert in your driveway all because his baby was mad at him.

and you just sitting in the window sill, bonnet and bathrobe on, ready to throw something at him. A mess and a half but he yours.

#hes so pathetic (derogatory and affectionate)#literally musician eren supremacy 🫶🏽#allie’s recs📌

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marsandsaturn · 1 year

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𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐝. 𝐠.

pairing: dick grayson x gn!reader warnings: brief mentions of blood, but nothing much. word count: 2,9k summary: when nightwing is a dick, but dick is a sweetheart a/n: my first shot at gn writing, so if there's anything in the story that gives any hints at a specific gender, pls warn me so I can make the correct modifications.

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With his breath heavy and his knuckles sore, Dick stood over four guys he had spent the last half and hour trying put down and who were now spread on the floor of a random alley, after he beat them till unconsciousness. Cleaning the sweat on his forehead and the bits of blood — whoever they belonged to — off his face, he stretched his back muscles, his sore arms and looked up to face the night sky one more time before calling in quits for tonight. Unsurprisingly, though, he didn't meet the sky as dark as he had last paid attention to, when he was just about to rush downtown to stop Blockbuster’s new attempt to rob yet another bank in the same night.

This time, a new source of light rose from the horizon, painting the sky in beautiful cotton candy shades of light blue, pink and lilac, warming the damp city and letting him know that he has, once more, stayed some extra time in his role as Nightwing, even if it’s for a good reason. Three nights in a row, just this week, he has seen the sunrise in black and blue costume.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, careful not to let his domino mask slide, and letting out a long sight, Dick walks in the direction of the exit/entrance to the alley, heading for the phonebooth by the edge of it where, upon entrance, he and dials three very familiar numbers, and with just two rings he is hearing the 911 dispatcher’s voice, tirelessly greeting him just as he replies back.

“Hello, Andrea, it's been some time.” he greets who by this time is a well known voice, smile audible through his as its instantly recognize by the dispatcher who religiously takes the graveyard shift along with him. “Oh, I'm fine, I guess... What will I be needing today? Hmm, I guess the cops, as usual, and…” he looks back to the four men and says: “Perhaps two ambulances?... Yeah, they gave me a thought time... No, no, I can handle my cuts on my own... Alright, let me see …” he takes up some time to look up his location and tells it to the woman on the phone. “Thanks, Andy. Until another time.”

Turning off the phone with a huff, he turns back to the men who were still spread on the floor, knocked out, some of them still grunting in pain, and rests on the side of the phonebooth. A similar pain starts creeping up his body, falling on his muscles, because even if he didn’t receive a single punch that night — a rare but welcome occurrence —, hitting people is an extremely exhausting activity.

Taking his grappling gun in his hands, he aims and is soon propelled to the top of the brown stone building. His legs almost fail him upon landing, and he heads to the parapet, where he takes a seat and choses to rests for a while. The sunrise looks beautiful, and the noises of the city still quiet before people start heading out for work or school. With that in mind, he looks at his watch and is welcomed with a very unfortunate information: 6am. He had to be leaving for work at 6h30. By the time he makes it home from where he is, almost the other side of the city, he’ll have a few minutes shower the blood and sweat — and tears — away, get ready, eat and leave straight away, meaning no rest till the end of his shift at 6pm, not including the extra time he'll have to take to finish up some papers he failed to finish off the night before. Today is going to be a long one.

When Dick was getting up to leave, a black sedan pulls up on the street, taking his attention. Expectant of another group of goons to fight off, he is surprised to find a single person come out of it, running straight to the four criminals. They wore a long, black coat seemingly made of leather or a similar fabric, under the coat they had a white sweatshirt with a hoodie on, trying to protect themselves from the few drops of rain that still insisted on falling down. A courier bag hang from their shoulder and a professional camera from their neck, by the looks of it, quite expensive. Leaning over the parapet for a closer inspection, he found himself curious about the newcomer and completely trapped on their every action. He analyzes the greasy skin of their forehead, meaning they had been working for a while, the tired bags under their eyes telling him they must have been exhausted and the small stain in the white hoodie, from what seems to be a kind of food condiment. Someone seemed to have one night just as busy as his.

Dropping their bag by the wall, they promptly start taking pictures of the bandits that had been taken down not long before, taken by the still fresh bloodstains. Dick now had elbows on his legs, shamelessly watching them in action. Picturing the men, the blood spilled around them, close ups of their bruises and the guns that were thrown further back in the alley. Bending down, they search for stuff out off the guys' pockets like gum, coins and documents. Those last ones had their content write on a small notepad they took from their bag.

A journalist? Dick thought. They can’t be just a curious person, they wouldn't go to these lengths, would they? Dick obsessively follows their every move and pays attention to their small details: how they have their sleeves over their hands, how the chew on the bottom of their pencil, how they suck their cheeks in in concentration, and how their camera is aiming at him now… wait what?!

Cough off guard by their sudden act, Dick loses balance and almost falls down from the roof, managing to regain balance due to years of acrobat training. People don’t usually take pictures of me, damn it! After recollecting himself, he looks back down and back down a catches a glimpse at their beautiful face, the way they stare at him so feverishly making his own face flush a little. But there's something off in their expression, are they... disgusted?

No one, usually, looks at me disgusted.

Shaking their head at the vigilante atop the old building, the photographer turns around, picks up their bag and turns to the street to leave the alley. However, right after they hear the sounds of two feet landing right behind them.

“What was that? Not impressed by the feat?” asked Nightwing.

“There’s nothing to be impressed here.” they reply, not giving him the satisfaction of turning around. “Unless unnecessary violence pleases your eyes.” Unnecessary?

“So you suggest I let them steal the bank? Or let them take the little kids hostage again?” he sneered at the reply. “Perhaps you want me to join them next time?” he goes further with the mockery, not enjoying her distasteful tone.

“I suggest letting the police handle it.” if only they knew… “And not attracting more crazy criminals to this city”

“What?” he questions incredulously. “For someone so charming you have some really inequitable opinions. I’m helping keep Bludhaven safe from crime and…”

“While also letting psychopaths know there's a dumbass in leotards ready to play cat and mouse with them” they cut Nightwing with an indignant smile. “Leave the vigilante bullshit for Gotham, we don’t need you here”. Deciding to leave for good, they tighten their bag on their shoulders and move once more in the direction of their car.

Dick should have been a better man, but he couldn’t help and watch as their hips swayed away from him. What sleep deprivation doesn't do to a guy.

“Sure doesn’t look like it.” he whispered for himself, but apparently not much so.

“Oh don’t come to me with that bullshit” they turn back aggressively. “We were not perfect but we were doing just fine without you here! Do you know Gotham statistics show more people perished from violence since Batman showed up than ever before? And which city do you think is heading in the same direction?”

At this point, they had their finger up on Dick’s nose, and he was starting to get worked up as well, his need to rush home and get to work moving down his list of priorities at the moment.

“You wanna use stats then? Show me how safer people feel since I moved here? Tell me how many more arrests were counted? I’ll answer that sweetie, a lot more”

“Don’t sweetie me, Nightbitch. You won’t change my opinion with arrest stats. The police could do that with a bit more funding. If you want the city to change for real, there are other ways you can actually help it.''

Actually, they were not wrong. Fighting crime is the smallest bit of a much larger problem. But what they don’t know is that while Nightwing operates in the crime fighting jurisdiction, Dick Grayson works to make other changes in Bludhaven. He must have spent too much time thinking of a way to state that without giving any hints of his secret identity, that when he saw it, he realized they were just a few inches from getting in their car.

“What, leaving without a kiss?” Grow up, Dick! he thought. You’re better than this.

But there was something about them, a power they held over him, that easily could make him angry, and he didn't know why. Gosh, this was the first time he had ever met them! Why is he getting so worked up?

And so, the last sight he cough of them was their careless self getting into the car while showing him the middle finger.

Dick had rushed home as fast as he could, and just as fast as he was changed into his work clothes and heading out the door. When running through his bedroom, upon seeing his bed, still unmade from two days before, it never seemed so inviting. All he wanted was a good twelve hours of sleep, or at least just one quick nap before work, but he knew there’s no way that could be a possibility today.

Rushing down the stairs of his apartment building, his stomach started rumbling, telling him to stop at his usual café down the street. The instant he got into the building the smell of coffee took over his entire being, and if he didn’t get a cup within minutes, he was certain he would collapse. Waiting in line to order, he mentally repeated his usual of a large cup of Flat White coffee with the special breakfast sandwiches of the day with ham and salad. Or was it turkey today?

“Nice jacket” complimented a voice from behind him.

“Oh, thanks. But it’s just a work u…” too stunned to speak, Dick was surprised to see the same photographer from the alley standing right in front of him, this time minus all the bags and cameras. “A-hem, an uniform thing”

“So you're in the police?” they asked, and if he wasn’t so sleep deprived he would swear he saw their eye sparkle.

“Yeah! Detective.” he answered, showing him the badge sewn into his jacket.

“Being an officer has to be one of the coolest careers that is.” stated the other, caressing the badge on the jacket, and subsequently Dick’s arm. Were they flirting?

“Well, it sure is an eventful career path” he replied and they giggled. Giggled. Dick was shocked. The same person that not even an hour ago was screaming at him — sure, it wasn't really him, but still! — for apparently being a bad influence on the city was now caressing him and being all flirty? The world doesn’t turn my friend, it flips you over.

He was about to reply with some terrible pick up line (the sleep deprivation doing things to the part of his brain responsible for that) when he received a notification on his phone with the tune that meant he had to check it.

[07:14] jason: looks like someone caught the bird red-handed lol

The strange message was followed by a link that Dick instantly clicked on, interested in knowing why the hell was his brother using his “alert messages only” channel to send him a freaking news article from a tabloid newspaper. And then he saw it…

NIGHTWING IS A MESS WHILE MESSING UP OUR CITY.

And under this aggressive headline was embedded the most unflattering picture of him as Nightwing ever. No, no, the worst picture of HIM ever… taken by the very same person who is now shamelessly flirting with him. Oh, how he's going to enjoy this conversation even more now!

“Nightwing sure is a mess, huh?” they asked, peeking over his shoulder to read the article they probably had a hand on writing as well.

“It’s what it takes to keep the city safe.” he answered.

“... Sure” they agreed, but their tone was uncertain.

“What? Don’t you like him?” he inquired, trying to fully understand why they despised him so much. Well, his masquerade self.

“Hmm” they tried to start an argument, opening their mouth a couple of times before deciding on: “Not really.”

“Well, I think he’s doing an outstanding job helping the city” Dick stated.

“Are you sure? It looks to me he does more damage than good to us”

“How’s that so?” he questioned honestly.

“He fights crime, pulls down bandits and gangs, and so what, I get it. But since he arrived all this crime has escalated, there’s a new bank robbery every week, break ins, gang fights. Don’t you think he’s just a beacon for more crime?”

“Honestly?” he started. “Although this might be true, in some form, he does jobs that could take the police months to act on, he helps us a ton, and I personally believe the media just gives him a lot of bad press.”

“So you making us the villain?” they asked, arching an eyebrow.

“You work with the press?”

“Bludhaven Post.” answered, showing him their company card.

“I’m sorry. Not the villain, but just instigators” he corrected himself, ready to not let this conversation turn into a fight too.

“But what about the rest then? Anything else that he could have done for the city, like charity, helping kids, eating the rich kind of stuff, that would help the city much more than putting down pathetic fat guys with guns?”

“How can we be sure he’s not doing that?” he replied with his own question this time, apparently hitting the right spot, as he watched them open and close their mouth once more, looking around the building as if search for a good argument to fight back, but admitting defeat by saying:

“Touché.” A smile glued to their face, hands up in mock defeat. A moment of silence followed the two of them, broken shortly by the barista calling Dick to take his order. After he got it taken, they immediately followed with:

“I would love to chat with you about Nightwing some other time, Officer…”

“Grayson. Dick Grayson.” he replied, extending his hand for them to shake. Noticing their questioning look after he introduced himself, Dick expected the usual joke about his name, but nothing came of it, instead he saw them reach to their back pocket and take out of it a small piece of paper, with something written on, and hand it to him. Reading it, he found it had a phone number and a name.

“Well, Officer… I mean Detective Grayson” they corrected. “As I said I would love to chat with you some other time, right now I have to head back to work and I guess so do you?”

“I have to say, I’d like to meet you some other time too. Y/n S/n” he read their name slowly, letting their charm slide through every syllable, and if his intentions were to make them feel things, he sure got it done. Y/n’s eyes sparkled at how he said their name, and they unknowingly bit their bottom lip in response to the action. “But I have to ask, do you have papers with your number ready to give to random guys you meet on the street?” he flirted.

“Not random guys. Just cute ones I’ve been eyeing at a coffee shop for a while” they replied in the same tone.

“Did you know stalking is a crime [Missy/Mister]?” he whispered, getting just a bit closer, his hot breath making their hair fly a little.

“Good thing you’re a cop then.” they stated, removing the paper from their hand and placing it inside his shirt’s pocket. And with one last wink at Dick, they concluded. “You can arrest me any time.”

Dick watched, mouth wide open, as they walked out of the café. The same sensual walk, the same hip sway he had admired earlier.

Messing up his hair in other confusion, and barely missing the barista calling up his name, he grabs his drink and sandwich and heads to work. Hoping something might take this encounter off his head, otherwise he's positive he won't do much work today.

Oh lord, he thought. I can't wait to talk to them again.

a/n: part 2, anyone?

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marsandsaturn · 1 year

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Cozy time with bruce, dickie and cass

inspired by Nightmares & blueberries by matriarchcomputer on ao3

For @matriarchcomputer and the anon who recommended me the fic in an ask 2 months ago!!

I had fun drawing this one, mat and anon i hope u like this teehee ~☆

Thank you both of you ♡

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marsandsaturn · 1 year

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eren jaeger fluff xx

synopsis: you give your husband a very special christmas surprise.

tiny particles of snow littered the house’s glass panes. the occasional gust of wind knocking against the windows, coupling together perfectly with wintry weather. your arms reach further away from your body, searching for some kind of warmth while your legs do the same. you pull the soft comforter over your shoulders to fight the cold, now evidently struggling with the uncomfortable temperature in the room. your eyes dart towards the hallways, slightly dreading the thought of moving from your bed. eventually, you feel arms slither their way underneath you, securing you in a warm embrace. right away you snuggle and shift forward against the heat. finally at peace with the cold. you hear chuckling seconds later, promptly turning your head to face the quiet laughter. your husband smiles, at you, eyes struggling to stay open.

“how’d you get all the way to the other side of the bed?” he asks. you shrug. already aware and blaming your bad sleeping positions. he laughs again, pulling you closer and placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. you lay on chest for a few moments. relishing the feeling of his cozy squeeze.

“merry christmas,” you sigh, hugging your arms around him. “merry christmas, baby,” he kisses you once more.

you two lay there together. relaxed in each other’s embrace’s as the wintry weather continues to swirl up a storm.

after a while, you spring up. throwing one of your legs over your husband’s lower abdomen, lifting yourself up to sit atop him. again, his eyes open lazily. hands instinctively coming up to grip onto your waist. you stare at him from above. watching his rhythmic breathing. it’s almost hypnotic. his lengthy eyelashes flutter briefly before his eyes close completely. you let out a stifle laugh, witnessing your lover doze back off into his deep slumber.

you can’t help but silently swoon. he was too cute. the sun was beginning to gleam through the dark gray clouds, beaming over your husbands face, assisting in defining his perfect face. strays of hair framing his face nicely. though, you remember him tying it up the night before. must’ve fallen out of the hair tie during the night.

you laugh once more,

looks like i’m not the only one who sleeps terrible.

you gently shove him awake, repeating this action momentarily while calling his name. “eren, come on, get up.” you whisper. it takes a few tries but ultimately, in the end, his eyes open back up. dazed and sluggish as ever.

“come on get up, we have to get ready.” you usher. eren grumbles. “what time is it?” tiredness evident in his voice. you reach over his side of the bed to the nightstand for your phone. the device lighting up and revealing the time to you.

“it’s…a little over six.” you respond. he groans, flipping the two of you over in a sudden swift motion. your head just gets dizzy from the abrupt movement. blinking up at eren a few times. “okay i’m up, let’s get the day started.” he lifts you up quickly.

he carries you to the bathroom where you guys start your routine. you two head into the shower, assisting each other in washing while also being a nuisance to one another.

eren leaves before you. not giving you and your shampoo antics a second more. you giggle to yourself, ultimately, finishing up your shower. you step out and hastily wrapped your towel around you. eren, who’s currently brushing his teeth, watches you.

you grab your toothbrush, leaving it under the water briefly before applying the toothpaste. all the while, your husband watched you intently. you didn’t think anything of it though, despite him starting over and brushing his teeth over for the sixth time.

you wash off your tooth brush and put the cap back on the mouth wash, soon, spitting out the cool minty substance. you gather your things and prepare to leave the bathroom when suddenly, your towel leaves your body. you glare at eren almost immediately. your towel swinging clearly in your view. “it’s too freaking cold for that!” you nearly shout, yanking your towel back. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i like messing with you.” he admits. washing and putting his toothbrush away finally.

you roll your eyes playfully, heading back to your shared bedroom to get ready. you throw on one of your cute house dresses. knowing fully well you’re gonna spend most of your time in the kitchen anyways.

eren leaves the bathroom shortly after. seeming to just throw on any old thing as well.

“do you want me to make anything for you before you leave?” you offer. eren shakes his head. “no it’s okay. i don’t wanna give you too many things to do. you already have a lot so don’t worry about it.”

“no eren, i can totally—“

eren sits up and walks over to you, silencing you down with a kiss. his hand resting firmly on the back of your neck. “it’s fine, i promise.” he gives you an assuring smile. you return the sweet smile, taking his word. “well alright then. do you want me to come with you or..?”

“no no, you stay here and start up on the food. i won’t be out long, besides sasha is coming over in a bit. she’ll be waiting out in the cold if we both leave the house.” he brings up a point. “oh right, i almost forgot,” you recall the recent chat you shared with your friend. she had insisted that she came over and assisted you with making the christmas dinner. it was you and eren’s turn to host.

eren chuckles. “you’re too cute,” he kisses your cheek. “i’m gonna head out, won’t be out long.” he walks towards the front door, “don’t miss me too much.” he winks impishly. “huh? who would ever miss you,” you push him out the door.

“wow y/n, i see how it his.” he holds the part of his chest where his heart lies. you blow him a kiss bye and he catches it playfully. he waves and jumps into his car, driving off into the cold.

you sigh and look for a clean apron to wear. beginning your day worth of work.

you pull both the ham and turkey out from the bottom of the fridge, quickly gathering your pots and pans, and spices and herbs.

you start to boil your ham and prepare your oven for the turkey. you had add your seasonings to it the evening before and allowed it to marinate overnight.

you organize your workspace and begin prepping for the rest of your meals. you stir up cake batters and knead pastry doughs. from your arms to your wrists, you felt the burn beginning to turn into aches.

you’re deep in the process of cookie cutting, when you hear the doorbell ring. somewhat perturbed, you stop mid task. grabbing a nearby wash cloth to clean your hands off as you rush to the door.

“who is it?” you call, peering your head a little to the window. out of the blue, wild brown eyes pop into view, startling you just barely. you breathe out a sigh of relief when you finally recognized the person as your friend sasha.

you laugh feeling a bit foolish, opening the door and welcoming her into your home.

“man, it’s freezing out there.” she expresses, arms clutched around herself. she’s partially hunched over with her shoulders raised, attempting to conserve her body heat.

“hey sasha, merry christmas,” you smile, pulling her in a hug. she hugs you back immediately, exhaling in a relaxed manner once she makes contact with you. “merry christmas…god you’re so warm…and soft.” she practically moans. you grin and pat her head, allowing her only a minute more in your warm hold.

“ah that was so nice. remind me to hug you more often,” she mentions, arousing a giggle from you. “whatever sash, just come on, i’ve already prepared mostly everything…” you trail off in thought. the auburn haired girl nods and pulls up her sleeves. walking past you to find another spare apron.

soon after, you both find yourselves in the kitchen. completing each other’s roles perfectly. sasha aided you in doing the desserts whiled you handled the actual food. the two of you make sure not to miss and skip any steps. sharing the sentiment where you both want everything to go correctly and flawlessly.

sasha walks around the island counter and finds a device near the vicinity. “aha!” she exclaims, tapping through the device until you’re able to hear a familiar song. you smile, watching her approaching you with her her arm stretched and hand pointing to you, her way of gesturing that this is her favorite song. she comes over, face shifting into many different happy expressions as she sings along, pulling you beside her to join in on the fun.

you don’t hesitate and dance as well. picking up a wooden spoon to further play into your delusion of singing.

you’re both so wrapped up up in the song that you don’t realize when both eren and jean enter the house.

“quick, jean get the camera.” eren snickers.

you spin around and catch the two caught up in their joke. eren notices your attention on them finally, arms dropping and opening for you. “how’s my favorite girl,” he tries to play it off. you’re unamused but hug him back.

“huh? oh eren i’m fine, thanks for asking.” sasha responded. seeming to be out of her performance too. eren retorts by throwing a handful of marshmallows at her. “whatever you guys are doing, just know that i won’t be the one cleaning it up.” you utter.

“y/n, it smells good in here,” jeans wonders around the kitchen, dipping his finger into one of the cake batters. you stare at him in shock, already feeling slightly peeved. “jean, i swear to god,” you march over to him. “are your hands even clean?!”

“yes, i promise they are,” he defends. you glare and roll your eyes. “get out of my kitchen please,” you say. jean mutters a sorry and moves. knowing deep down you mean well. “when did you get here anyways,” you ask him.

“i met him in the driveway when i got here so not long,” eren answers. “oh okay. eren you got back pretty fast.” you mention. “mhm. i told you i would be out in no time. found what we needed pretty quickly,” he points to the shopping bags. “great, then i’ll leave you guys to it then.” you smile. he hums in response. “do you need help with anything, babe?” he offers up some help. you shake your head hastily, shutting down his help. “no, me and sasha are good in here, thanks though.”

he smiles and kisses the top of your head. “alright then, if you need me, im just a room away.” he tells you, holding your face in his hands. you nod, subconsciously pouting your lips. eren laughs, squeezing your cheeks and giving you multiple pecks.

“okay okay, i have to get started.” he pulls away. “shouldn’t take more than an hour.” he makes note of. “jeanbo, come on,” eren motions his hands and leaves the room.

“i’ll be right there,” jean calls out. he stays behind with you and sasha. the space lies quiet for a few moments until you feel various presences surround you.

“so?” jean whispers

“so what?” you reply.

“are you still going to do the thing?”

“not sure what you’re talking about,” you shrug nonchalantly, grabbing a nearby spoon to stir your rice.

“come on y/n, you know what i mean,” he whispers a bit harshly.

“jean, would quiet down?! eren is literally right there.” you try hushing your friend down but he keeps going.

“i’m just curious, i want to know if he knows already or do you think he suspects anything or if he noticed—“

your hand rushes up to cover his mouth. sealing his mouth shut before he’s able to blurt anything else out. giving him a warning glare, a final chance to stop.

“yes okay? i’m still gonna try surprise him. it’s all going according to plan. i would like to keep it that way, so if you don’t mind, go help eren and distract him.” you ask kindly. he nods and you remove your hand slowly.

“i can’t wait to see his face when you tell him. he’ll be so happy.” sasha expresses. you watch a single tear stream down her cheek. realizing that she was cutting up onions. you laugh to yourself and agree. “i’m also feeling the pressure now and it’s honestly scaring me. what if he doesn’t take the news well?” your eyes shares a panicked look.

“y/n babes, be for real. this man absolutely adores and loves the shit out of you. the odds of him reacting to it badly are zero to none.” sasha says truthfully.

“and plus, he’s been talking about it non stop. not to mention, how long he’s wanted this. he’d be thrilled to hear it.” jean adds.

you stare out blankly. thinking of how foolish you must’ve sound, you chuckle. “hah…yeah you’re right. sorry. he’s my husband for christ sake.” you ponder over it again.

“you’ll be okay,” jean gives you an assuring tap to your shoulder before ultimately leaving the kitchen. you face sasha and she ensures you as well. “come let’s finish up the food,” she gestures towards the cooking cuisine.

you regain your composure and continue the christmas dinner.

“thanks for all the help guys,”

“no problem, y/n, it was my pleasure.”

“are you guys gonna be back here by eight?”

“should be…it really depends on if connie wants to be a jackass or not.” jean mumbles. “go easy on him,” eren chuckles. jean surrenders his arms. “can’t keep any promises,”

“see you guys later,” you wave.

they hop into their cars and honk out of the driveway, driving off into the distance.

it’s quiet now. the evening sun was beginning to set behind the clouds that varied in hues. the sounds of the night critters opening up their nightly chants. the weather had calmed down a bit. making it a safe travel for your fiends to make it to the dinner.

you continue to look into the oncoming night sky while eren walks up and stands behind you. arms stretching out to wrap around your lower body as he rests his chin in the crook of your neck. leaving affectionate kisses on your skin, he hums in delight. he’s starting to sway from left to right and you’re anticipating any sweet loving words to slip from his mouth.

“you smell like fried chicken.” he says plainly. you hold back your laughter. feeling like punching him for ruining the moment. “i hate you..” you grin, shaking your head. “haha, you love me and you know it.” he responds. “whatever you say..” you hold onto his hands.

“it is whatever i say,” he spins you around to him. staring deeply into your eyes. “hey,” he whispers.

“hi,” you answer, staring back at him.

“you’ve been working on your feet all day…how about i start you a bath?” he suggests. you internally moan at the thought of spending some time in the bath with your husband. “i would like that very much,” you nod. “perfect.” eren moves swiftly. lifting you up off the ground.

he carries you into the bathroom. sitting you atop the counter. he leaves you momentarily to start up the water, stirring his hand around until it reaches the right temperature. he also doesn’t shy away from adding fancy essential oils and a bit of shower gel for some bubbles. he sits up and advances towards you, getting rid of his shirt. he spreads your legs and stands in between them. hands coming up, brushing up against your soft plush thighs before they get a hold of your underwear. sliding them down your legs with ease.

he bunches up the ends of your dress, assisting you in pulling it up and off your body. he remains eye contact all the while. the moment being intimate enough as it is.

eren helps you down from the counter, grabbing your wrists, and leading you into the bath, where he settles in first and allows you to enter after him.

he lays back to give you some comfort and you do the same.

the two of you lay there in peace. the sounds of water swishing and rippling lulling both of you to a state of tranquility and relief. eren massages your skin, only adding onto the feeling ease. you’re one step away from dozing off in his arms.

“you did so well today,” he praises. picking up your hand and kissing your fingertips. “i peeked in on you a few times today. watching you was quite addictive, you’re just too cute when you’re working.” he continues to play around with your fingers. “did you know, you puff your cheeks out when you’re deep in thought? or when you’re having a hard time doing something?” eren seems to have taken notes.

“what?” you find his studying behavior to be sweet and a little attractive. “mhm. it’s a recent habit you picked up and my god, it’s fucking adorable.” he says, flustering you.

you grin ear to ear. furthering yourself more into his embrace. “this is nice.” you comment. “i agree,” eren replies, smoothing his hand over yours. “we have about two more hours to kill before the party…i say, we spend the rest of our time in here,” you find yourself slipping further into the relaxation of the trance. eren chuckles and kisses your shoulder. “whatever you want, princess.”

and the two of you did just that. sat in the bath for an hour and a half. completely pruned. you preferred not leaving but eren was insistent on wanting to host the best dinner, so you oblige. you two got out and stepped into the shower. giving your bodies a proper wash down cleaning.

you both don’t take very long, apparently you don’t have as much time as you thought you did. resulting you guys to rush. your time shared in the bathroom quickly ran short as you two speedily got ready.

you wore a captivating crimson rose dress. the color complimented your complexion beautifully. as well as hugging your breasts attractively, it flows freely and snugs the rest of your curves seductively. you finish off the look and adorn your body with accessories. sliding on both your wedding and engagement ring cause…why not? they’re you’re favorite thing ever to show off.

you decided to wear your hair naturally in a bun. elegant but still casual in a some sort of way. you top off the outfit with some cute black wedges, gifted by your one and only lover, eren. he’d remember how much you wanted more casual shoes to add to your closet, thus, leaving him to do just that. he bought you numerous pairs just cause.

“god damn!” eren whistles, throwing his head back dramatically. you can’t help but grin.

“whew! shit, baby, you have know idea how hot you look like right now,” he wastes no time, pulling you to his chest. you roll your eyes, fighting off your smile. you fall weak to this man’s flattery every time.

“i’m not doing too much right?” you ask. “i tried to go for a classy but still super casual look….do i look bad? should i change?” you ramble.

eren grabs your cheeks and holds your face carefully. “love, stop it, you look fine, absolutely perfect!” he assures. “honestly, i don’t think i’ll be able to keep my hands off of you for the entire night.”

you feel your cheeks heat up, getting a good look at his outfit before quickly turning away.

“you don’t look too bad either,” you mumble. almost incoherently. “oh come on sweets, you know i look good.” he gives you a little spin. “i mean i guess,” you shrug.

eren is about to retort when the chiming of the doorbell rings throughout the house.

“they got here fast,” you mention. checking your phone for the time. “and on time too…”

eren grabs your hand and caresses it. “are you ready, mrs. jaeger?” he asks teasingly. the name was enough to cause a swarm of butterflies to swim around your stomach but to hear it directly from his lips was another thing. he plants a kiss on your wedding ring, leaving a savory one to your lips as well.

“let’s do this,” he holds your hand as you two leave the bedroom to answer the front door.

“hey guys, glad you could make it,” you welcome them.

“y/n, oh my gosh, i love love love this dress on you!” sasha exclaims. completely fawning over.

“oh wow, hey y/n,” connie practically drools. “shit did i miss the memo?” jean observes everyone’s outfits. “am i underdress?” he adds. “no jean, your outfit is okay.” you ensure. “well fine then.” he smirks. “what’s up, y/n?” he hugs you. returning his warm welcome, and hugging the rest of your friends. however though, eren doesn’t allow you to hug connie, jokingly sparing him a glare.

“why isn’t the table set y/n?” sasha interrogates. had somehow already made her way into the dining room. “i’m sorry, do you mind?” you ask her kindly. “anything for you, babes.” she leaves to set the table.

“i’ll help her too, makes sure she doesn’t steal anything.” connie makes up some excuse. “connie!” she responds warningly.

“i guess i’ll hang up the rest of these lights then,” jean holds up a decorative line of mini bulbs. “oh right, i’ll be right there,” eren motions. jean nods and leaves the two of you.

you and your husband wait for a few moments until you’re greeting yet another friendly face.

“armin, hi!” you approach him. you acknowledge the box of cupcakes he held. “and you brought something! oh how nice,” you do him a favor and rest the cupcakes close by on a table. “yeah i felt weird showing up without anything,” he admits. “well, thank you,”

“mikasa, hey!” you hear eren excitedly exclaim. “oh my god, is it?!” you rush up, peering from behind him.

“ah! it is!” you squeal. running up to her. leaving no space for eren to hug her as well. “it’s been so long, i haven’t seen you in forever!” you hug her tightly. “i know, and i apologize. i’ll try to visit you guys more.” she vows. “you better.” you say, finally letting her go.

you watch her and eren share their friendly exchanges up until several more amiable faces show up. reiner, berthelot, annie and marco.

“i guess that’s everyone…?” eren says…almost as if it was a question. like he wasn’t sure. “you have more friends that this? wouldn’t have guessed.” annie smartly retorts. you can tell eren is biting onto his tongue the way his cheeks slightly sucked. he seems to be holding back.

“great, everyone’s here now! do you guys want me to bring out the wine? we can all catch up with each other or do you guys prefer eating first…?”

the group doesn’t even give you a chance to suggest another activity. vibrations from echos sounding throughout the front part of the house. everyone shouting various answers but all agreeing to the latter.

you accept their responses and make way to the kitchen. grabbing sasha and mikasa to help carry food. in no time, everyone was seated, reaching for the many appealing meals that was spread out before them. all of you ate and shared happy, sentimental nostalgic like stories. laughter and even a few tear sheds were imparted.

“alright. i’m stuffed. let’s see what y/n got eren for christmas.” connie blurts out thoughtlessly. resulting in everyone shifting their attention to him, visibly annoyed. connie quickly realizes and covers his mouth.

you snort, “it’s fine. i wanted to see what jean and ‘ren did with the living room anyways. let’s go,” you gesture towards the next room.

eren had promised and assured you that he would take care of the guest room…aka the living room. he’d managed to string jean along into his plans, even within the last moments.

as you step foot into the other room, your eyes widen in awe, actually shimmering animatedly. jaw dropped, you fixed your gaze on the enchanting sight that stood in front of you.

fairy lights hung from the ceiling and walls. decorative christmas leaves were attached to the ends of the fireplace. you also noticed that they moved the christmas tree around to the center and even threw on a few more embellishments. it was completely bedecked. giving it a true christmas feeling. it all just felt so magical.

you snap out of it and focus on the task at hand. “ren, sit down here.” you pull up a chair, gathering all of his gifts in front of him. he opens all of them one by one. thanking and hugging you for each one. they all seemed like such diminutive gifts to your friends. right now, they were just waiting for big thing. anticipating the ever changing moment.

“um i think that’s it for me,” eren says as he looks around for more boxes with his name on it.

“wait that’s not all! i’ll be right be back,” you fart out the room. eren smiles and shakes his head, turning to face his friends. “do you guys have an idea on what she’s up to?” he attempts on asking.

“pshh, what? no clue.” sasha shrugs, along with the group who shared the same suspicious unknowing look. pretending not to pay attention.

eren’s stare lingers on them for a several seconds more till you arrived back. holding a moderately large box in your hands.

“this is the last one,” you say, playing it down in his lap. the box is softly colored, plain patterns etched into it, while a white bow tied it all together. you step away from him anxiously, giving him space to open it up.

he looks at you briefly, pulling the ends of the ribbon until the bow came loose. your hands inch up to your lips subconsciously , teeth brushing against your nails. it was too much for you, thus allowing your body to face an empty wall.

he flips the top open. staring at its contents blankly. it’s quiet. he doesn’t say anything and the silence is killing you, you want to turn around and see his expression but your feet are fixated in spot.

“….what’s this?” he goes through what’s inside. picking up a few baby and children books and tiny onesies…diapers and stuff animals also.

gears spin and turn in his head. trying to make sense of everything. he eyes the children books again for the fifth time, gazing over to the onesie. it was then when he realized.

eren blinks his tears away and looks up at you. he didn’t noticed when the tears had started.

“y/n,” he calls, pushing the box aside carefully.

again, you’re stuck in your spot. too afraid to face him for some unknown reason.

“are you saying you’re…you’re…” he struggles to finish his thought. getting up from his seat, he pushes the rest of the gifts away and out of his path. he just wants to get to you.

you flinch, startled when you eventually feel his arms circles around you. “are you pregnant?” he whispers. you nod hesitantly.

everything stops once more. increasing your anxiety more than you would like.

eren places his hands on your waist, turning you to him. he sees that your eyes are closed shut…but he doesn’t care. he drags his thumb along your lower lip shortly before your plush lips to his. they’re pressed together to harshly yet so sweet. all of his emotions were expressed through this one kiss. so many emotions swirled and was bought up inside him. the only way he was able to voice what he was feeling was through this.

“i love you. i love you, god, i fucking love you!” he lifts you up and spins you around. you’re too stunned to speak from his sudden actions. “you’re gonna have my baby….holy shit, i’m gonna be a dad,” he continues. by now, his cheeks were flushed pink. more tears spilling from his eyes.

more rambles leaves his mouth. making you feel even more foolish for thinking of any negative reaction.

“god, i’m so happy right now,” he grins. littering wet kisses all over your face.

“and to think you would react badly to it..” sasha speaks up. “bullshit.” eren quickly dismisses.

“you guys have no idea…y/n, sweets, you have no idea how much i’ve wanted this. for so so long.” he whispers. locking hands with you. resting his forehead on yours. “i can’t wait to take care of you both.” he kneels down to your stomach level and kisses your tummy. you actually feel your heart doing backflips and the swarm of butterflies weaken your knees.

he gets up promptly and kisses you again for the night. “thank you so much,” he says, in a dazed state of bliss. “you’re so welcome.” you hold onto the back of his neck as you both stare intently into each other’s eyes. “no really, this means everything to me.” he persists.

the two of you hold onto each other. staying in each other’s arms as you both live in the moment. relishing in the moment. engraving it into your hearts forever.

#elizabeth recs📌

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