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𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 . . . — 𝓂 𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ・✶ ｡ﾟ members of girl group 4TUNE, mikasa and ❤︎ wanting each other during an interview for 6 minutes straight

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ・✶ ｡ﾟ none for real. done in the format of a video transcript. this is youtube videoesque so there will be youtube-y elements. reader is denoted with the symbol ❤︎

𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ・✶ ｡ﾟ this was very different/new/cool for me so i hope u all luv it

YOUTUBE VIDEO: 4TUNE Answers Questions About Each Other | Teen Vogue

[All four members of the girl group 4TUNE are sitting in a cube-like formation. With PIECK and ❤︎ sitting in low chairs, and SASHA and MIKASA sitting in higher chairs behind them.]

ALL: Hello, we are 4TUNE!

PIECK: And today, we’re here with Teen Vogue to answer some questions about each other!

[Clip ends. Cut to all four girls holding question cards. PIECK asks the first question.]

PIECK: Oooh, starting off strong. Who’s the most competitive at game night?

[Three pointer fingers dart toward MIKASA’s—now beet red—face. MIKASA only rolls her eyes and shyly raises her hand.]

SASHA, poking MIKASA in the cheek: This one, right here.

PIECK: It’s honestly scary. Like, really scary.

❤︎ : I got tackled over UNO once.

[The girls erupt into a fit of boisterous laughter at ❤︎ ’s confession, even the perpetrator in question.]

MIKASA, through peals of laughter: OK, but that was ‘cause you were cheating!

[The girls’ laughing fit continues until ❤︎ gains enough of her composure back to speak.]

❤︎ : We were playing UNO, andddd I may have hidden some cards in my bra, and—

MIKASA: And, I caught her in the act!

[Suddenly, the entire group grows quiet as ❤︎ pins MIKASA under a reprimanding stare.]

❤︎ : And then what?

[MIKASA only takes a guilty glance around the room before her eyes settle on her lap.]

PIECK: This girl literally flew across the table and tackled ❤︎ out of her chair.

❤︎ : I still have bruises from that night!

[SASHA is slumped over into MIKASA’s shoulder, still weak with laughter as they recall the story.]

MIKASA: Bet she won’t cheat again.

[Clip ends. SASHA asks the next question.]

SASHA: Who takes the longest in the shower?

❤︎ : Oh! That’s me!

[ ❤︎ raises her hand proudly before the other members begin to chime in agreement.]

PIECK: Yeah, you have, like, a whole step-by-step routine.

SASHA: And then some.

MIKASA: Tell ‘em about the gloves.

❤︎ : I use exfoliating gloves in the shower. Everyone laughs, but they’re really good for your skin, guys!

[ ❤︎ keeps a proud composure as her members giggle like toddlers around her.]

PIECK: OK, but you have, like, a hundred pairs.

❤︎ : Four! Four pairs! Four is a hundred now, I guess.

MIKASA: And you use this really fancy lotion, too. That actually smells really, really, really good.

❤︎ : Are you talking about my KOPARI one? The coconut one?

MIKASA: Mmm, yeah. That one. Ten outta ten.

[Clip ends. ❤︎ asks the next question.]

❤︎ : Who is the best roommate?

[All four girls raise their hands for this one.]

SASHA: I wanna say myself.

MIKASA: Yeah, it’s actually me, though.

PIECK: I think it’s me.

[ ❤︎ points to PIECK, who is sitting next to her.]

❤︎ : Yeah, PIECK is like super chill and quiet all the time.

MIKASA: OK, but remember when you had that cramp in your sleep and I gave you a massage?

SASHA: Huh?

PIECK: What?

MIKASA: You two didn’t hear it because you sleep like the dead. But ❤︎ was, like, crying in her sleep one night because of a cramp and I massaged it for her ‘cause I’m the best roommate ever.

❤︎ : That is true. She did make my pain go away. But I’m still gonna say PIECK.

[PIECK squeals and wraps ❤︎ in a bear hug.]

[Clip ends. PIECK asks the next question.]

PIECK: Who is the best cook? Oh, obviously SASHA.

❤︎ : This one goes to Sash.

MIKASA: I agree.

SASHA, proudly: I mean, the numbers speak for themselves.

❤︎ : Sash makes really good steak.

MIKASA and PIECK: Mmmmmmmmmmm.

PIECK: It is so, so good.

❤︎ : It’s like a delicacy in our dorm.

MIKASA: ‘Cause she hardly ever makes it.

SASHA: Only because I have to take my time making it perfect!

PIECK: Yeah, she makes it with love.

SASHA: Sometimes we’ll be on the way to rehearsals, and ❤︎ will be like, “I’m kind of craving steak for dinner tonight.” while side eyeing me. Then PIECK will be like, “We’re having steak tonight?” and MIKASA chimes in like, “Oooh, count me in!”

PRODUCER: Do you end up making it, then?

SASHA, rolling her eyes: Yes.

[Clip ends. SASHA asks the next question.]

SASHA: Who’s the most different when performing? Oooh, this is a good one. I wanna sayyyy… ❤︎ .

PIECK: I was gonna say MIKASA.

❤︎, pointing at PIECK: I was gonna say you.

MIKASA: I think ❤︎ .

❤︎, now looking up at MIKASA: Really?

MIKASA, looking back and forth between ❤︎ and the camera: Yeah, even during our trainee days. I remember you would be practicing for a showcase, and I’d just be watching you like, wow. ‘Cause you just had this star quality about you, even early on.

SASHA: Yeah, when we did the dance practice video for Heartbreaker, you became this whole new person. I could tell you were really in your element.

[Clip ends. MIKASA asks the next question.]

MIKASA: Choose a song that best describes each member.

❤︎ : Can you do it, like, rapid fire?

MIKASA: Uh, probably n—

PIECK and SASHA: 1, 2, 3! Go!

MIKASA, pointing at PIECK: Ummm, Run the World by Beyoncé, (points to SASHA) Tell Me by Wonder Girls, (points to ❤︎ ) Champagne Coast by Blood Orange.

PIECK, SASHA, and ❤︎ : Ooooooh!

SASHA: I’ll say I’m impressed.

PIECK: I got Beyoncé!

❤︎, looking up at MIKASA: So sweet of you.

[Clip ends. Cuts to outro.]

PIECK: We had so much fun answering questions with you guys.

ALL: Thank you, TEEN VOGUE!

[Video ends.]

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#reblogs ✶#thank u cin for the love 🙈💞💞💞💞#i got stamp of approval from the smau queen herself!

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nininikki · 11 days ago

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𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 . . . — 𝓂 𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ・✶ ｡ﾟ members of girl group 4TUNE, mikasa and ❤︎ wanting each other during an interview for 6 minutes straight

𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ・✶ ｡ﾟ this was very different/new/cool for me so i hope u all luv it

YOUTUBE VIDEO: 4TUNE Answers Questions About Each Other | Teen Vogue

[All four members of the girl group 4TUNE are sitting in a cube-like formation. With PIECK and ❤︎ sitting in low chairs, and SASHA and MIKASA sitting in higher chairs behind them.]

ALL: Hello, we are 4TUNE!

PIECK: And today, we’re here with Teen Vogue to answer some questions about each other!

[Clip ends. Cut to all four girls holding question cards. PIECK asks the first question.]

PIECK: Oooh, starting off strong. Who’s the most competitive at game night?

[Three pointer fingers dart toward MIKASA’s—now beet red—face. MIKASA only rolls her eyes and shyly raises her hand.]

SASHA, poking MIKASA in the cheek: This one, right here.

PIECK: It’s honestly scary. Like, really scary.

❤︎ : I got tackled over UNO once.

[The girls erupt into a fit of boisterous laughter at ❤︎ ’s confession, even the perpetrator in question.]

MIKASA, through peals of laughter: OK, but that was ‘cause you were cheating!

[The girls’ laughing fit continues until ❤︎ gains enough of her composure back to speak.]

❤︎ : We were playing UNO, andddd I may have hidden some cards in my bra, and—

MIKASA: And, I caught her in the act!

[Suddenly, the entire group grows quiet as ❤︎ pins MIKASA under a reprimanding stare.]

❤︎ : And then what?

[MIKASA only takes a guilty glance around the room before her eyes settle on her lap.]

PIECK: This girl literally flew across the table and tackled ❤︎ out of her chair.

❤︎ : I still have bruises from that night!

[SASHA is slumped over into MIKASA’s shoulder, still weak with laughter as they recall the story.]

MIKASA: Bet she won’t cheat again.

[Clip ends. SASHA asks the next question.]

SASHA: Who takes the longest in the shower?

❤︎ : Oh! That’s me!

[ ❤︎ raises her hand proudly before the other members begin to chime in agreement.]

PIECK: Yeah, you have, like, a whole step-by-step routine.

SASHA: And then some.

MIKASA: Tell ‘em about the gloves.

❤︎ : I use exfoliating gloves in the shower. Everyone laughs, but they’re really good for your skin, guys!

[ ❤︎ keeps a proud composure as her members giggle like toddlers around her.]

PIECK: OK, but you have, like, a hundred pairs.

❤︎ : Four! Four pairs! Four is a hundred now, I guess.

MIKASA: And you use this really fancy lotion, too. That actually smells really, really, really good.

❤︎ : Are you talking about my KOPARI one? The coconut one?

MIKASA: Mmm, yeah. That one. Ten outta ten.

[Clip ends. ❤︎ asks the next question.]

❤︎ : Who is the best roommate?

[All four girls raise their hands for this one.]

SASHA: I wanna say myself.

MIKASA: Yeah, it’s actually me, though.

PIECK: I think it’s me.

[ ❤︎ points to PIECK, who is sitting next to her.]

❤︎ : Yeah, PIECK is like super chill and quiet all the time.

MIKASA: OK, but remember when you had that cramp in your sleep and I gave you a massage?

SASHA: Huh?

PIECK: What?

❤︎ : That is true. She did make my pain go away. But I’m still gonna say PIECK.

[PIECK squeals and wraps ❤︎ in a bear hug.]

[Clip ends. PIECK asks the next question.]

PIECK: Who is the best cook? Oh, obviously SASHA.

❤︎ : This one goes to Sash.

MIKASA: I agree.

SASHA, proudly: I mean, the numbers speak for themselves.

❤︎ : Sash makes really good steak.

MIKASA and PIECK: Mmmmmmmmmmm.

PIECK: It is so, so good.

❤︎ : It’s like a delicacy in our dorm.

MIKASA: ‘Cause she hardly ever makes it.

SASHA: Only because I have to take my time making it perfect!

PIECK: Yeah, she makes it with love.

PRODUCER: Do you end up making it, then?

SASHA, rolling her eyes: Yes.

[Clip ends. SASHA asks the next question.]

SASHA: Who’s the most different when performing? Oooh, this is a good one. I wanna sayyyy… ❤︎ .

PIECK: I was gonna say MIKASA.

❤︎, pointing at PIECK: I was gonna say you.

MIKASA: I think ❤︎ .

❤︎, now looking up at MIKASA: Really?

SASHA: Yeah, when we did the dance practice video for Heartbreaker, you became this whole new person. I could tell you were really in your element.

[Clip ends. MIKASA asks the next question.]

MIKASA: Choose a song that best describes each member.

❤︎ : Can you do it, like, rapid fire?

MIKASA: Uh, probably n—

PIECK and SASHA: 1, 2, 3! Go!

MIKASA, pointing at PIECK: Ummm, Run the World by Beyoncé, (points to SASHA) Tell Me by Wonder Girls, (points to ❤︎ ) Champagne Coast by Blood Orange.

PIECK, SASHA, and ❤︎ : Ooooooh!

SASHA: I’ll say I’m impressed.

PIECK: I got Beyoncé!

❤︎, looking up at MIKASA: So sweet of you.

[Clip ends. Cuts to outro.]

PIECK: We had so much fun answering questions with you guys.

ALL: Thank you, TEEN VOGUE!

[Video ends.]

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nininikki · 12 days ago

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when something happens that makes me remember i can never be loved or cherished romantically

#nikki talks ✶#this is lowkey a vent #LOL

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nininikki · 12 days ago

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OKAY guys i wrote a little something for the mikasa concept i had but its just a little drabble and verrryyyyy different from what i normally do! (kinda)

i just wanted to write interactions between them (y/n & mikasa) in a way that felt true to how i envisioned it idk if that makes sense but yeahhhhh

#nikki talks ✶#mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa ackerman #mikasa ackerman x black reader

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nininikki · 12 days ago

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I PRAYED FOR THIS!!!!

#nikki talks ✶#min yoongi #suga #agust d #MY HUSBAND IS BACK

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nininikki · 14 days ago

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piggybacking off my previous post… i can just imagine reader being so clingy & touchy w mikasa & their fans make compilations like “y/n being a rapper girlfriend for 7 minutes straight” and all the comments are like:

user1: do they know it’s legal now 🥀

user2: ok guys but if i was y/n i would sit on mikasa’s lap too 🤣🤷‍♀️

user3: now i gotta watch a y/n ignoring mikasa compilation to redeem her

user4: y/n doing the “i ain’t got no money” hug while mikasa pays for her food she’s so real

user5: y/n girl STAND UP a wasian will never bring you happiness 😓

#nikki talks ✶#mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa ackerman #mikasa ackerman x black reader

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nininikki · 14 days ago

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Oh I’m seated for the Mikasa idea

omggg thankssss so much this gave me motivation to look for more inspo on pinterest 🙂‍↕️

#nikki answers ✶#mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa ackerman

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nininikki · 14 days ago

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guyssss, i’m having a thought abt mikasa & y/n being in a girl group together but they’re like fcking/in a situationship on the low and trying to be discreet abt it but all their fans can tell mikasa wants that cookie soooo effing bad and everyone ships them together and the tension is just 🤌🤌🤌

#nikki talks ✶#like are you getting my drift #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa ackerman

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nininikki · 15 days ago

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xavier legette gives me major onyankopon vibes

#nikki talks ✶#attack on titan #aot onyankopon #xavier legette

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nininikki · 21 days ago

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𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓎 𝒾 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂

⨾��󠀺 summary: a beautiful socialite and a starving artist come to terms with what their love really means.

⨾༊󠀺 warnings: angst (sorry), class differences, arguing/yelling, reader is a spoiled brat and eren loves her anyway (lmk if i missed anything!)

⨾༊󠀺 author’s note: just a little something i wrote 🙈 nikki write something happy challenge GO

⨾༊󠀺 word count: 2.5k

8:17 PM

“this is the last time i’ll tell ya, (y/n),” the penetrating force of your father’s voice coupled with the strangled squeak of chair legs against the hardwood floor made your spine tense. as though someone had reached into your back and pulled it taut. “i don’t want ya seein’ that boy.”

was your head about to explode? could that be the reason for the ringing that filled your ears? the sudden heaviness of your tongue? as he rose from his seat, you couldn’t help but notice how utterly cloaked you were under the shadow of his stature. “why, daddy?” you hardly registered the force with which you pushed your own chair away from his desk as you stood. “‘cause he’s poor? ‘cause he’s not goin’ to yale? ‘cause he doesn’t have a membership at the club? ‘cause he actually wants to somethin’ worthwhile with his life?”

“tch, worthwhile.” he scoffed as he breached the exit of his study. “the boy wants to do art. he draws pictures, for crying out loud!”

“you’ve seen his paintings, daddy. they’re beautiful.” you staunchly defended, hot on his heels through the hallway and nearing the stairs. “and his name is eren.” the single, thin string of gold around your neck seemed to grow warmer and heavier with the mention of his name.

“i don’t care if his name was picasso,” your father spat, “you’re not seein’ him again, and that’s that!”

tears welled in your eyes, but refused to fall. a sob lodged uncomfortably within your throat. “but, daddy, i love him.”

for the first time since the topic arose, your father’s eyes met yours. halfway down the stairs, with the vein in his temple pulsing incorrigibly, he turned to look at you. “you don’t know what love is.”

an incredulous scoff escaped your mouth, and that is when the tears began to trail down your cheeks. not from despair, or heartbreak, but anger. “and you do?” you retorted, gingerly making your way closer to him. “you haven’t loved anyone since mom.”

“i have loved you,” he jabbed his finger in the direction of your face, stopping less than an inch away from the bridge of your nose. “and that has been enough.” his scotch scented breath fanned over your face in the most infuriating, condescending way imaginable. “since your mother died, i have given my life to loving you. protecting you!” you had never heard him sound so eerily vulnerable in your entire life. “and this is the thanks i get? you running off into the sun with dr. seuss?”

you took a step backward up the staircase, your chest heaving rapidly and face surely streaked with sloppy lines of mascara. “how could you say that, daddy? he makes me so happy. how could you say that?”

“well, the things that make us happy hardly ever benefit us, do they, honey?” you caught him chuckling beneath his breath, as if the idea of you having your own opinion was something so funny. “you don’t see it now, but one day you’ll thank me for this.”

then, he circled around you like a vulture, loosening his tie as he ascended the stairs and ventured in the direction of his room. “you’re not seein’ ‘im again. that’s final.”

in the last bit of protest left in your lungs, you shouted, “you can’t make me!”

his hoof-like footsteps came to a halt, but he hadn’t even turned to look at you. “if you love this boy more than your trust fund, i guess i can’t.”

11:27 PM

hey

talk didn’t go so well

can i come over in like 30

the texts had hardly delivered fully before you were yanking the pajamas off your body and shoving your limbs into the fancy fabric of a stray, hanging dress. a pair of sandals was next. then, eren’s leather jacket. then, your purse. your body was on autopilot as it pried your window open and climbed down the trellis outside of your room. as you pulled your bmw from the driveway and didn’t stop it until you were outside eren’s apartment.

only then did you finally stop to look at your phone. through blurred vision you made out a text that said, just knock when you’re up.

***

eren was beginning to really detest the smell of cigarettes. he had a smoker for a father, and the smell clung to him like a second skin growing up. so it wasn’t as though it was unusual. resentment would be a more fitting word, he concluded.

the first time he brought you to his place, you sneezed violently upon reaching his floor. his neighbor was an avid smoker, but he wasn’t aware the smell was strong enough to warrant any bodily reaction past a slight gag. it wasn’t your fault, he knew that. he had taken you all around the city that day, and your delicate nose had not agreed with any of it. “i’ve got some zyrtec inside, if you want.” he offered.

“it’s fine, ‘ren, seriously. this is, like, my third sneeze all day.”

it was actually your ninth. he had been counting.

so, yes, resentment was probably the best word.

as your signature triad of knocks sounded against his door, eren couldn’t help but hope his neighbor had up and kicked the habit. if not forever, then just for this night of all nights.

talk didn’t go so well

he mentally recounted the text as he braced himself against the doorknob. didn’t go so well could have meant any number of things, and he would have no way of knowing for sure until—

another set of knocks disrupted his train of thought, this time accompanied by a wet sniffle.

eren had barely gotten the chance to look at you after nearly swinging the door off its hinges. he could feel you crying. the uncontrollable spasming in your arms and shoulders, choppy breaths turned to weak coughs, your mouth frozen agape in a muffled scream, forehead burrowing itself into his wishbone.

“hey, talk to me,” he whispered, trying to pull your face out of his shirt, hoping it would give you room to breathe if just for a moment. what little he could see of your face was soaked with tears tinged with tension. “it’s gonna be okay, baby, just talk to me.”

it took a couple minutes, wherein eren had led you into his bedroom, freed your shaking shoulders from his jacket, and just barely managed to get you to produce coherent sentences.

“i’m sorry, eren.” you sighed in what seemed to be utter defeat. your feet swinging to and fro off the side of his bed, bare after you kicked your sandals off. “i tried to make him understand, but he’s never gonna.” at the last word, you let your forehead collapse onto his shoulder with another deep sigh.

as another tear fell from your eye and rolled into the groove above your top lip, eren began to wonder exactly what it was your father had said. he was the very embodiment of foreboding. they had met only once, and eren couldn’t recall him conveying anything resembling approval or even warmth. not in his eyes, his demeanor, or the half-grunts he had substituted for speech.

“hey, hey, look at me.” gently, he took your face in his hands, coaxing your eyes in his direction whilst thumbing away stray tears. “what’d you tell me a couple days ago, hm?” you batted your eyes in a way that made his heart skip before petulantly rolling them. with your face bunched up so delicately in his hands, your fluffy lashes casting soft shadows against your wet cheeks and eyes swimming in vulnerability he could see his reflection in, eren felt for a moment the two of you could transcend all those superficial labels that made loving one another such a challenge.

you were not rich, nor was he poor. there was no yale pre-law track in your future, and he was not an artist struggling to support himself. when you gazed into each other’s eyes with such soft yearning, you were just a man and a woman.

“nobody had to understand but us.” you muttered under a sniffle, momentarily closing your eyes as though the act of optimism physically pained you. just when eren thought he was about to smile, you spoke again. “but, ‘ren, it’s worse this time. he said he didn’t wan’ me seein’ you anymore. or else he’d take away my trust fund.”

in the latter bit of your sentence, your voice became eerily resolved for someone vocalizing every rich kid’s nightmare. the sudden calmness frightened him eons more than your crying. because try as you might to hide it, eren knew you loved being rich. you wore your gold and diamonds like a second skin, almost like a coat of armor. he knew you loved horseback riding, as well as excursions on your father’s yacht. you very scarcely discussed it with him (out of respect, he assumed), but he had become content with the fact that you would choose your money over him every single time.

“i won’t ask you to choose me.”

“what?” your voice cracked over the word. “eren, that’s what i came here to do.”

“well then stop it,” the words flew from eren’s mouth almost instinctively, as though something in his very biology felt that you were too good for him. although there was no denying that as the truth. everything about you—from the heavenly sound that was your laugh to the stack of golden cartier bracelets adorning your wrist. you were better than him, so much so that there wasn’t even a way to describe it. “please, (y/n), just stop.”

you scoffed, dipping your hands into his as incredulity knitted itself within your eyebrows. “stop? stop? no, eren, you don’t get it.” you shook your head vigorously, face straightening out as though you were regaining sense with every movement. “i came here to tell you that i’m choosing you. you’re what i want.”

he studied the curve of your trembling lip, silently wondering if you had gone mad and forgotten exactly what world you were living in. you spoke with the easiness of a girl who never had a worry in her life. eren loved that about you, even now when you sounded more foolish than anything.

“and you know i can’t let you do that, right?” eren massaged the center of your palm with his thumb in an attempt to remain grounded. he knew it would be all too easy to let himself fall face first into your little fantasy, if only to keep you just a little longer. if he were a more selfish man, he would have. “i won’t let you do that.”

“won’t let me?” you pulled one of your trembling hands away to wipe the fresh tears spilling on your cheek. “please, eren, you’re startin’ to sound like my daddy.”

“well, maybe if he couldn’t talk some sense into you, i can.”

even as eren watched you process each word from his mouth, he was still shocked when you yanked your hands out of his altogether. “don’t tell me…” shakily, you got to your feet. “y-you’re turnin’ me away? you’re sending me back to him?”

“if by him you mean your father who loves you—”

you wasted no time at all interrupting him. it wasn’t exactly hard to tell that you were still grappling with the idea of being told no. “—oh for fuck’s sake, eren! how could you even say that knowing—”

“—and wants the best for you, then yes—”

“—how he feels about you? about us—”

“then yes, i’m sending you back to him!” the words erupted from his mouth and filled the air like poisonous smoke. he was standing now, towering over you, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation through a facade of dominance. had he ever screamed at you before now? the answer was written all over your face in big, wet eyes and a mouth contorted open in a silent cry.

“why?” a sob wracked your body. “i mean, why, eren? i thought you loved me.”

“more than anything, baby. and that‘ll never change. but sometimes love just isn’t enough.”

“love is the only reason i’m here! do you think i would be giving up my entire life if i didn’t love you?”

“and you think i would just let you do that if i loved you?” eren breathed as he fixed the strap of your dress that hung loosely off your shoulder. he tried his hardest to concentrate on how beautiful you looked, and not how he would never be able to afford to buy you anything this nice. “i won’t let you ruin your life so you can play house with me, okay? i care too much for you.”

you crossed your arms over your chest, and said something eren never imagined he would hear you say, “fine.” you said it with such an obvious facade of resolution that eren knew it was too easy to be real. “look me in the eyes and tell me you want me to go away.”

“don’t ask me to do that.”

“it’s the only way you’re getting me out of here.”

eren took a moment to look into your eyes. he had become so good at drawing them that he could do it blindfolded. he brought his hands to either side of your neck and felt your pulse begin to thump at the contact. he wished he could sketch that sweet sound and keep it tucked so close to his own heart that the beats began to synchronize. god, why did you have to make this so hard?

he kissed you before he could even stop himself. he wanted to curse himself for being so weak, but he was hardly in his right mind whenever he kissed you. he savored the taste of your tongue and the softness of your lips. he kissed you until he could taste the bitterness of your tears. he kissed you so deeply, so passionately that he almost forgot why he was kissing you in the first place. almost.

eren broke away, and did his very best to keep his eyes trained on yours. “(y/n),” a mascara-colored tear streak stained the side of your nose. it’s not fair, eren lamented, holding your face in his hands as steadily as he could. “please go. go live your life, and don’t come back here.”

“you want me to leave?” you whispered as though you were saying some horrible curse word. “is that what you’re saying?”

“yes,” he took his hands off you and moved back a few paces, more for his sanity than yours. “i want you to go.”

silently, you moved across the room to slide your shoes back over your feet before exiting the room in a flurry of ferocious clicks against the floor.

eren trailed awkwardly behind you, hoping to see you out despite knowing it would only twist the knife deeper inside him. “you’ll thank me for this one day.” he called out as you swung open his apartment door.

without even turning to face him, you sniffled, “fuck you, eren.” before slamming the door behind you and disappearing down the hall.

#reblogs ✶#this was so nice and angsty

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