◤ "𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒚, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 -
𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖."◢
↳ The one where (y/n)'s problematic relationship causes her to end up underneath her hot next door neighbor.
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Eren wasn't sure how much more of this he could actually take.
Humdrum conversations between a family that was barely holding it together by a single thread— pretending that anyone even cared about what happened at work today or how school was going. It was becoming increasingly awkward and uncomfortable, especially since Zeke still couldn't manage to utter more than five words to him. Truthfully, it had been almost a year since he'd seen his big brother, the last time being his father's previous birthday dinner which was just as painstakingly tormented as this one.
He pokes at the food on his plate; a juicy rib-eye steak, an over-cooked baked potato and some green beans.
He hates green beans.
Maybe he couldconvince his dad to let him cut out early. He can mad-dash to Armin's and enjoy his evening with people he actually likes to be around.He can only imagine what the two of you were doing now; you were probably sitting pretty on Armin's bed, drowning in a cloud of angelic white as the two of you study atop of his pillowy duvet. The imagery forces a subtle smile on his lips, one that doesn't go unnoticed by the other men seated at the table.
