my green

020 : it will always be this way

ac: blustock_

tw: reiner

songs: in my room- chance peña,
midnight love- girl in red, my love
is mine all mine- mitski.

before

afternoon's now consisted of him.

they consisted of his smiles and chuckles and looks of admiration. they consisted of hands, timid to hold yours, to pull you by the waist and whisper sweet confessions into the shell of your ear. timid to trace the rises and drops of your knuckles and across your wrist bone. they also consisted of elongated kisses, where his lips and yours were swollen by the time you pulled away. afternoons became fervent.

and eren loved every second of it.

he loved that you waited for him despite telling you not to; he feltwanted. and you gravely wanted him to know that he is wanted. you waited an hour for him to finish his after school punishments: cleaning ackerman's class and prom planning club.

you also loved it. you loved that in an eye blink, he wad walking through the doors and into the courtyard with the brightest smile to ever exist; to ever be gifted to a person. you couldn't help but the feel warmth swirl in your stomach, every...single...time.

your cheeks went numb, hot, fuzzy at his appearance. then you became undone when he'd embrace you—secure like you'd vanish—and inhaled the scent of your shampoo. you couldn't help it when your arms held him back, when your hands were finding his nape and your fingers tangled in his unkept hair and you knew that he enjoyed it every time because he unraveled with an exhale.

you are liquid in each other's hands; cupped together to not even let just a drop go to waste.

being his is so easy, it comes naturally, like you are destined for this. you ponder why you've ever settled for less; for a man who would've gifted you a star, only to crush it the moment you angered him.

this afternoon, eren sits on the lowest bleacher, eyes on you as you flip through pages of 'alone with you in the ether' and take mental note of every time regan thinks about aldo, comparing it to how you feel about eren.

he smiles, leans over to land a kiss atop your head. you look up, grinning and shutting your book around a finger that keeps your place. you're sat before him on the waxy, wooden floors, blinking up at him with a sweet gaze.

"what?" he asks, forearms on his thighs, as he still leans forward.

"you're the one looking at me," you remind him with a smile, the book set aside, and your place in it lost.

to which he nods, he's aware that he watches you a lot, more than he should, but eren has this fear of forgetting the feeling that rises in his chest just from looking at you, "just looking." he admits.

"because?"

"you're beautiful," he remains inches away from you, taunting your lips. "like, really, really beautiful."

and with that, you're crossing the line that distinguishes personal space. your lips click against his and he hums to send a vibration down your ribs. you're sat on your legs before him.

you pull away, scooting closer to lay your cheek flat against his inner thigh. eren has to suck in a gust of air, jaw tightening, and he clears his throat when you look up at him with wide eyes and the innocent look you wear so well. he sits with his knees apart now, back straight, and his fingers begin to rake over your scalp.