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FEB 02 07:00 P.M
Despite the first video being merely a few seconds long, it was enough to capture the chaos that ensued in your apartment at the sight of a large flying beetle. The camerawork is shaky and extremely unstable in Eren's hand, his other within frame and grasping a neon yellow fly swatter. Your blurred, panic stricken face was captured for a brief second, along with the sounds of a shrieking Jean and Connie, who dramatically threw off their headphones and gaming consoles to the floor in search for safety behind you. Eren's laugh rung out along with the deafening sound of rustling clothes and heavy footsteps.
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FEB. 19 08:39 P.M
Long fingers worked on adjusting the lens of a camera, and the blurred image of colorful bokeh dots focused to reveal your form in between the many booths of an amusement park, arms struggling to carry the human sized carrot plushie Eren won for you. As you waddled after your tall boyfriend, your goofy grin flashed with every bob of the carrot’s leaves, eyes sparkling underneath the various flashing lights, “You’re the best boyfriend in the entire world.”
“Why? Because I won you a carrot?”
“Yes.”
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MAR. 15 03:33 P.M
“I think I did something wrong, Rennie,” you grimaced as you eyed his slicked back hair. Your gloved fingers hesitantly rubbed a patch of his hair, the blue product in his locks staining your gloves easily, “I think we should wash it off and start again.”
He hummed and rested the camera onto the bathroom sink to go wash off the dye. You handed him a towel to rub the excess water out of his dark locks, and you gasped audibly as soon as he revealed his damp, bleached hair, “Oh my gosh.. it’s bad. I didn’t think it was that bad- I told you to not trust me with your hair-”
“I didn't think you'd be that bad!” he cut you off with a laugh, hands working on filming a 360° of his terribly dyed hair, “I look like your carrot.”
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APR. 08 01:45 P.M
Eren’s wheeze was the only thing you were able to detect in the next video. The black screen then flashed white, before the lens adjusted to the brightness to reveal your scurrying form and frightened face, hands clutching at a bag of corn kernels and a small flock of geese angrily chasing after you, their loud honks and your whimpers joining in with eren’s laughter, “I don’t know what’s wrong with them! I think they preferred the rice we bought them last time!”
“Poor baby,” Eren snickered as a goose hissed and attempted to bite the hem of your coat.
“Eren! Stop laughing and scare them away!”
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MAY. 04 08:00 P.M
Eren blinked down at the camera, brows rolling into a subtle wave, before he turned the device to pan the room filled with commotion and bickering as the rest of his friends joined together in one of their apartments for a game of mafia. The camera zoomed in on your disgruntled expression as Jean and Sasha bickered back and forth on either side of you, before panning to Connie who repeatedly slammed his hands onto the coffee table in protest, and finally resting on Levi’s calm form as he dipped his hand in Armin’s bag of chips.
“So you’re saying you think I’m the mafia because of clothes I’m wearing!?”
You eyed the camera and then up at Eren's face, pleading for him to butt in.
“That makes absolutely no sense—”
Jean practically leaned over onto your lap as he squawked incredulously, accusing finger pointed at Sasha’s face.
“Yes. Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying, but you’re all a bunch of cowards who are— ”
“Please, let’s play another game?”
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JUN. 15 08:05 A.M
A gentle finger poked your cheek. Rays of morning sunlight peeked through the gaps of the blinds, and Eren's finger continued to poke and draw circles onto your sleeping face, “Baby, wake up.”
Another poke.
“Baby.”
The camera leaned in towards your cheeks as eren made smooching noises from up above your sleeping form.
“Did you have to party that hard last night, love?”
He zoomed in on your nose as he prodded it upwards to reveal your nostrils, “Little piggy, wake up.”
You snuggled closer to the carrot plushie in your arms, eyelids fluttering open to send a mocking glare in his general direction, “Little piggy?”
“Be flattered. I love having bacon for breakfast.”
The camera zoomed in uncomfortably close at your flustered and flabbergasted expression, “Eren Yeager!”
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JUL. 25 03:35 P.M
Eren's fingers wriggled into frame as he made peace signs around your figure. The video displayed your concentrated expression as you carefully dotted black icing along the edge of the sugar cookie. The bird shaped cookie was soon starting to look well put together.
“Let me see, baby,” Eren chimed in. You shook your head, mumbling something about it not being ready.
He grumbled and walked over to where Mikasa and Armin had their respective plates and bags of different colored icing, “Make sure these are perfect for Sasha’s party. I have other cookies ready in case you need mor—”
The video blurred as Eren’s grip accidentally slipped around the camera. The device smacked onto Armin’s nearly perfect cookie, his startled hands accidentally squeezing around a piping bag, orange icing spurting onto his arms and clothes, “C’mon man!”
Frosting smeared onto the lens of the camera, and Eren worked in circular motions of wipe the surface clean, his distorted and blurry face flashing clearer with every few wipes, “Sorry, sorry!”
You and Mikasa cackled in the background, and Armin had a difficult time deciding who to attack first.
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JUL. 26 06:09 P.M
“Happy birthday, dearest Sasha,” a jumble of voices sang in a dimly lit room. You, along with Connie, scooped frosting onto your fingers and smeared it on Sasha’s visage, earning you a soft yelp of protest in return.
The camera zoomed in on the birthday girl’s grimace as she sent the device a look of disbelief, “I even get bullied on my birthday, can you believe it?”
“Make a wish, you bum,” Jean smacked the other’s shoulder encouragingly.
Sasha tipped her head, cheeks puffing over-exaggeratedly as shetook aim. The fire from the candle ever so slightly licked the streamer strands on the tip of her party hat, and a series of gasps from the others startled the girl upright. The tip of her hat burned and if Eren hadn’t captured the moment, you would’ve forgotten it just from how fast the events played out in front of you. Sasha’s shrieks and Jean’s panic stricken expression were the only things your mind registered before Mikasa determinedly and impetuously splashed the large bowl of cider onto Sasha’s head, the soda distinguishing the flame and also soaking your clothes.
“Did you wish for us to die!?”
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SEP. 06 01:36 A.M
The city lights were a blurry mess in the video as Eren ran with audible footsteps and boisterous laughter, “Baby, why so slow?”
Albeit the shakiness, you were seen scrambling to catch up after him, the plastic bag filled with snacks and strawberry flavored milk swinging rapidly in the air, “Why are you too fast!?” you wheezed, gripping onto your cap with your other hand, the cold night wind leaving a subtle flush onto your cheeks, “We weren’t all born with skyscraper legs!”
He suddenly paused and turned to face you just in time for you to collide with his chest. You nearly smacked into the rolling camera if it wasn’t for his quick instincts, “Want a piggyback ride, piggy?”
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DEC. 23 08:00 P.M
“Eren! Eren! Eren!”
“(Y/n), your cheering is distracting me from winning!” Connie cried as he attempted to steal the basketball from Jean, “Cheer for me instead!”
You held onto the camera and zoomed in much too close to capture the determined expressions and grimaces of your friends as they passed the ball from one to the other. Their sweat slicked skin glistened underneath the fluorescent street lamps.
“Eren!” with every cheer of his name, you quickly zoomed in and out on his grinning face. He sent a hasty wink in your general direction before jumping up to pass the ball towards Bertolt.
“Who the hell put all towers in one team!?'' Connie cried as nearly toppled over from Reiner’s foot.
“Levi! He needed to prove height isn’t a factor in sports!”
“Yes, it damn is!”
You cackled and zoomed out to pan around the surroundings for a brief moment, before returning back to the battleground. Your grin faltered as your eyes trained on the screen to watch the basketball rapidly flying in your direction.
“(Y/n), move!”