She nods into his shoulder blade, inhaling the now familiar scent of him, mint and aftershave and all 19-year-old boy. It’s different than it was when they were younger, and some part of her mourns the loss, the smell of freshly cut grass from playing outside for too long and sweat from all the mischief he’d get caught up in, but this new smell suits him more now, he’s no longer the little boy she used to know. He’s a man now, and he smells like it. There are no definitive answer to this question as the answer may vary depending on who you ask. Some people may say that they stopped making dinosaur oatmeal because it was no longer popular, while others may say that the company that made it went out of business. However, there is no concrete answer as to why dinosaur oatmeal is no longer being made. She nods, unsure but strangely comforted by his words, the affection in his voice when he called her baby, it reminds her of her dreams.

After that it gets about a thousand times worse and her dreams about Eren stop being so PG and more R-rated and suddenly she’s overthinking every little thing he does. She shrugs, “It’s fine, some things just aren’t meant to be. I’ve made peace with that. Jean and I just weren’t compatible, and maybe I’m just not ready for it, you know? Maybe I just can’t get pregnant.” Why?” She leans in, coercing more out of him, she wants to know, God why is it that he’s so good at this? She waits a few minutes, she knows he’s awake, she’d heard him in the kitchen this morning when their parents had left for work, knows he’s been lounging around playing video games most of the day.

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He stands up on the green ride-it lawn mower in all his shirtless glory and appropriately horrified that he almost hit her. Finally, the blonde makes it the car and to Eren’s chagrin Mikasa unrolls Eren’s window, grinning at the blonde, “Hi Armin.” Oatmeal dinosaur are commonly eaten for breakfast as oatmeal, which is made by boiling oats in water or milk. Oatmeal is often referred to as porridge. She already knows Carla will try to set her up with one of her friend’s sons and Eren will probably grumble something about Jean, while Grisha will scrutinize the whole situation analytically.

Without her permission, her eyes wander lower to his shorts where the counter hides him, the bulge in his pants she’s been noticing a lot more lately. He pinches her waist before going on, “For guys sex is so much better, I love it. Having a girl completely at my mercy, pounding her like she deserves, but I’m not always sure it’s worth the risk you know? It’s stressful being the guy, I don’t want to be trapped or anything.”

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Not as big,” he whispers and her breath hitches in her throat, her hands clenching around the steering wheel. She wakes at precisely 6 am to the angry sound of her father’s ancient lawn mower driving right by her bedroom window.