LSD - ereminxreader

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐒

"DO YOU LIKE IT?" 

ymir stroked your head. you don't respond. you could feel the freshness in the postulant cold air. the small apartment with roughed-up edges was lovely notwithstanding the small space it held within itself. 

you stroll to the front door and, leaving ymir's hand to slide off your head.  

"this is the biggest we could find here," even though the dusty air inside the room nearly caused you to gag, the garden with lilacs made you stop and look at it. nothing, you felt nothing when you looked at them.

you walk past those purple flowers and run your thumbs along the edges of the big table that sat near the doorway. the wooden floorboards squeaking with every step you exerted, your boots more resonant than ymir's sneakers. 

you step up the stairs as your hands track the dusty railway. the boarded stairs were loud enough to wake everyone if they were sleeping. walking into the second floor, you notice a room that caught your eyes. 

"you can have it," ymir says as she dragged your suitcase into the room. the wheels rolling about the floor, the small bed situated at the corner of the bed had a window near it.  

when ymir got out of the room, you march to the bed. holding the edges of it, you drag it along the floor to move it away from the sunny windowpane. 

the loud noise echoing through the house, you hear the fast footsteps through the stairs. te corner of your mouth accidentally twitch. 

how can she be so fast? 

"what are you doing?" she inquires as you pull the bed to the other side. "it's dark over there." but you don't hearken. 

"are you going to live the emo life?" she jokes but you kept ragging the bed. "fine, fine. i'll do it," you wince as the sharp pain poked your stomach. 

you leave the bed be, as ymir moves it to the other side. 

"alright, there we go," she moves away from the bed and runs her hand through the mattress to dust off the dirt. 

"i'll order something." she gets out of the room, holding her phone. it irradiated her features in the dark room, her small freckled so visible. 

you relax on the bed, toes curling inside the dirty mattress, and you put your head down on the pillow. as the thunders roared you close your eyes and cover your ears. 

you want to sleep. never wake up. you want to sleep. 

"princess?" ymir jars your body. your perspiring body was felt sticky and dirty. "you fell asleep," she says as she hauls a table inside the room. on it, there was food. 

you get up from the bed and move to the small chair that was across where ymir was sitting. holding the chopsticks you open the small box. 

"miso, you like it right?" 

she remembered last year when you went so crazy for it that you would only eat it for days straight. 

you pull the noodles and open your mouth to take a bite. the chewy noodles move around in your mouth. the rain was a friend to you both in the cold room. you shivered in the cold room as ymir got up from her seat. 

her mouth packed with noodles, she scours through her backpack and picks a blazer up. she moved over to you and draped it over your shoulders. 

 "why are you crying?" she questioned as the fabric pasted your body. 

"spicy," you lied. honestly. she had her ways to make you heartfelt. it smelled like chocolates. it always felt like your mother was there. 

embracing you from behind, ymir's short locks of hair falling past your shoulders, you felt pining warmth travel through your body. 

"jeez, i thought you could take spice. you never cried once when-"

"it's very spicy," you cut her words.    

"haha, my favorite sperm," she pushed her fist down your scalp ad rubbed your head. pulling her hands off, you felt her arm slide around your neck. "i've got you now, princess."

laughing at her new given nickname for you, you sigh out loud on a rainy day. "don't call me that."

"dad said he was ashamed to look at you. poor guy is beating himself up," she breathed into your neck tickling you. "won't you call him? for me?"

"anything for my favorite ass fetus," you ticked ymir. 

"bitch?....good one." her voice trailed off in the rain.

you were not sure about the whole settling down in a new city type of thing. you knew, even if you went ahead and tried to do something against eren, it would be a waste. 

he had more dollar bills to fly more than your family. 

if you were the fish, he was a fisherman. 

if you were the flower, he was the gardener that would not hesitate to pluck you. 

if you were the earth, he would be the sun, burning you to ashes with his wrath. 

but you wished, from the pit of your heart, that he suffered. so what if he was your boyfriend? so what if you have had sex before? at that night, he raped you. 

even if he was someone you harbored in your heart, he didn't understand the weight of your relationship.

a no is still a no. even dogs understand that. 

how did someone turn out to be worse than mere barking dogs who wag their tails for their masters? 

you wished that he would fall from the 113th floor of your dad's building into a cement ground, splattering all his brains out while his blood gushed all over the pavement. 

you wished his dick got so small that even a microscope wouldn't be able to spot it. 

you wished that his head wou-

"hello?" ymir snapped her fingers. "want to play in the rain with me?" 

"did you ever have a girlfriend?" you asked. she choked on her food while you looked down into the box where you played with your food. 

she smirked as she put her elbows on the small table and rested her chin on the palm of her hand. "bonding time, huh?" she mumbled. 

"well, when i was in middle school, maybe in 7th grade, there was this teacher. he was kind of handsome, i'll admit it, and every girl in my class probably had a crush on the dude." she rambled as you converged on her words more than the weather outside. 

"but one day when it was time for a parent-teacher conference, his girlfriend was there. she had BIG BOOBS" she cupped her two hands in the air to show how humongous the size was. and she was short, and had blonde hair." 

you laughed under your breath. "is that your type?" you asked her. 

"i don't have any type, i was just describing her," you saw her cheeks turn pink. the woman who always seemed to be tough was so vulnerable in front of you. maybe your mother gave her to you. "i just like to suck on big boobs," she whispered quietly. 

"i feel like a baby," she giggled with no shame. 

from your mother who always gifted you chocolates the first thing on valentines day, maybe she gave you ymir. the woman who felt so warm, and so fresh. 

like the summer wind.