𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐭 ᝰ 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

eren jaeger doesn't catch feelings, right?

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❝so high school❞, taylor swift 
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A/N: Thank you for 2K reads!!! AHH!!! also Eren is SOOO down bad, i love it. This chapter is inspired kinda by true beauty btw <3 

The hot water cascaded over your skin, but it did little to wash away the filth you felt inside. You had woken up from yet another nightmare, drenched in sweat, your heart pounding in your chest. It was always the same—those hands, their rough, merciless grip on you, and the suffocating weight of helplessness. Even though you knew it wasn't real, that it was all in the past, the memories clung to you, like a second skin you couldn't shed. 

You sat on the shower floor, knees pulled to your chest, your fingernails digging into your arms as you tried to scratch the invisible marks away. It was an almost ritualistic act, a desperate attempt to erase their fingerprints from your body, to cleanse yourself of the violence that had been done to you. But no matter how hard you scratched, the feeling of their touch lingered, tainting every inch of your skin. 

"Why won't it go away?" you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the water. You rubbed your arms raw, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps. It was as if their presence was burned into you, a permanent reminder of the night that had shattered you. 

What happened that night now haunted you every night. 

Meanwhile, in his huge house outside of the campus, Eren was facing his own demons. He had just stepped out of the shower, his hair dripping as he stood in front of the mirror. But as he dried his hair, the room seemed to shift around him. The lights dimmed and flickered, and the sound of thunder rumbled in the distance, growing louder with each passing second until it drowned out everything else. 

"Fuck, not again," he muttered under his breath, already knowing what was coming. His reflection in the mirror began to blur as the familiar sense of dread crept up his spine.

And then, he felt it—the cold, bloody hand that crept up his chest, its touch burning into his flesh. Eren's muscles tensed, his jaw clenching as he tried to fight it off, but it was no use. The hand was relentless, its icy fingers trailing up to his throat, squeezing until he could barely breathe. His vision darkened at the edges, and a cold sweat broke out across his skin. 

"Stop it," he growled through gritted teeth, his voice strained as if it took all his strength just to speak. But the hand didn't stop. It moved to caress his cheek, its touch sending a searing pain through his entire body. It was as if the hand was trying to claim him, to pull him into the darkness where it thrived.  

When the hand finally released him, Eren collapsed onto his bed, gasping for air, his chest heaving with each labored breath. He wiped the sweat from his brow, but the phantom pain lingered, throbbing under his skin. He hated these episodes, hated the way they left him feeling weak and vulnerable. He pressed his hand to his forehead, trying to steady his breathing, but his mind was still reeling from the experience. 

Eren flipped over on his bed, the remnants of that dark episode still gnawing at his nerves. He knew exactly what would make him feel better—seeing you, watching the way your eyes would narrow in pure disdain every time he pulled you into his orbit. That anger, that hate—it was something he could control, something that distracted him from the chaos in his mind.

Without hesitating, he grabbed his phone and typed out a message. He didn't care that it was late, didn't care that you were probably asleep or trying to get some rest. Eren knew you'd come. 

You always did.

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Unknown Number: i want ramen and volume 31 of Death's Game 
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