Warnings: Male masturbation, mentions of oral sex, 18+, Minors DNI
Summary: The same night, told in a different point of view. The next night, flames are added to the fire.
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A/N: Okay this week got kinda confusing since I had to make a new blog and everything… So! I thought to apologize I will post Chapter 3 tonight :))) I hope you guys enjoyyy :)
hehe okay as you may have noticed i changed the title of this blog
Edit: i didn’t change the title! bc it messed up my links lol, so it’ll stay like this but i’m going to be posting new chapters of LTN on @dreamy-jaeger
as it turns out making this a secondary blog has finally come to screw me over
bc my blog isn’t showing up anymore and my tag lists aren’t working :(
So! i’m going to keep this one to hold all of my old work but from now on i’ll be posting @dreamy-jaeger !!!! sorry this is so confusing and i hope you guys forgive me
Hahahaha damn those walls are THIN! I'd give anything to hear Eren moaning, y/n you lucky girl! Now let's watch them be awkward around each other 🤣 did Eren hear the reader too? I bet she wasn't as quiet as she thinks, it's impossible after seeing him half naked 👀
Thank you for posting it today! I hope you get better soon! Remember to rest a little 😘
are the walls thin or is Eren just loud 😉😉😉
unfortunately Eren doesn’t hear y/n bc that is going to be saved for something later down the line 😈😈😈
but in the next chapter we do get to see Eren’s point of view during that whole *cough cough* session, so we’ll get an insight on what he was thinking about 🥰🥰
i’m so happy that you enjoyed this chapter Jamieee!! 💖💖💖 thank you for your well wishes and ilysm! i will make sure to rest up 😤
Warnings: Female masturbation, mentions of male masturbation, 18+, Minors DNI
Summary: Eren and the Reader are growing accustomed to being neighbors. This comes with the uncharted territory of finding out how thin their walls really are.
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A/N: Soo, I'm sick. Which means I can't go into work today. Which also means I'll be sitting here bored. And I think something that will make feel better is posting chapter 2. :) I hope you enjoy!!
Chapter 2
For Eren Jaeger, there were very few things in his life that were constant. The first was his best friend, Armin, who managed to weasel into his life when they were in grade school. Armin had sort of latched onto Eren ever since he saved him from the class bully. He remembered that day clearly. He was walking home from school when he passed by an alley on the way. There was Armin, closing in on himself as the larger kid shadowed over him. Eren wasn’t that strong himself, but he had enough determination to tell the bully off. Eren was pretty sure the kid stayed away just so he wouldn’t have to deal with the nuisance that Eren was, rather than being too scared to try again. Either way Armin was grateful. After that he wouldn’t leave Eren’s side. And though it was annoying at first, Eren had come to find that he cared for the smaller blond man. Now he couldn’t imagine a life without him.
The second was his job. He was a video game developer for Titan Entertainment. One look at Eren and you wouldn’t assume that he was interested in something as nerdy as coding, but he grew up loving every detail of what went into video games. Soon enough, he went to university with a major in software engineering and now he had a job where he loved what he was doing. That’s all that really mattered to the man. Since he didn’t waste any of his time on doing anything that he wasn’t even remotely interested in.
That seemed to be the extent of what was constant in his life. Every other aspect of his life was erratic to say the least. Eren didn’t have ‘the usual’ at any coffee shop. He never read the same book twice. He always found himself in foreign places around the city every night. He even had a different woman lying in his bed every other morning after venturing to those new places. Eren liked to think of himself as a nomad. Traveling constantly and never settling down. Taking what he needed and leaving behind what he didn’t. He never stayed past the agreed upon lease at any apartment he had lived in. Hence why he was in this new apartment.
Though with this new apartment, he sensed that his usual way of life was being threatened. As the days passed he realized that there was a brand new constant that kept popping up. Ever since their encounter at the parking spot he had been running into Y/N every single day.
As it turns out, the two of them arrived home from work at the exact same time. He wondered why this didn’t happen during the week when he first moved in, but then he realized he was working overtime that week since his company was finishing up their newest video game for its release that was coming up in a few days. Now that he was back on his usual work schedule, it felt like the only person he ran into these days was Y/N.
One would think that this abrupt contradiction to his need for inconsistencies would bother him. Hell, even he thought that her constant presence would be an annoyance. But for some reason it didn’t. Maybe it was because the girl intrigued him. He never thought he would meet anyone who would have such a strong vendetta against him. Especially one that started over a parking spot. And here she was, in all her glory, and he had found that it was quite fun messing with her. It was like someone had placed a large red button in front of him, telling him not to press it, knowing damn well that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back.
“Well look who it is.” Eren heard himself say as soon as he turned off the engine to his motorcycle. He pulled off his helmet, watching as the girl stood up after chaining the back wheel of her moped. “Fancy seeing you here, Kid.”
“Are you going to say that every time?” She rolled her eyes, slinging her camera bag over her shoulder.
“As long as I keep getting that warm welcome from you, consider it done.” Eren grinned as he swung his leg over his bike and followed her towards the building, holding his helmet underneath his arm.
“I thought you said I wouldn’t be seeing you around.” Y/N pointed out, as she opened the glass door that led into the lobby. Eren placed his hand on it to hold it open as she moved inside.
“And I thought you said you were planning on never speaking to me again, and yet, here we are.” Eren retorted.
“Touché.” Y/N breathed, pressing the button to the elevator. Their words died in the air between them and they were silent for just a moment. Eren took this time to study the girl. She was far prettier than she probably knew. Though, of course, he noticed that from the moment he met her. It was hard for him not to notice how attractive a woman is. Especially when that woman hated him from the moment she met him. God, he felt like a cliché. The one time a woman doesn’t fall at his feet and suddenly he’s too curious about her for his own good. Though this couldn’t have been genuine interest. He was just amused by her hatred for him. This meant nothing… right?
But then he thought, since when had he cared about the people who lived in his building? Out of all the places he lived, he had never tried to get close to anyone since he knew it was only temporary. So, why was it so different now?
“Take a picture, it will last longer.” The girl recited, effectively pulling Eren out of his thoughts. She looked over at Eren, catching him in the act of staring her down. He quickly averted his gaze, facing the elevator doors as they finally opened.
“Hey, don’t mind me, Kid, I’m just trying to get to know my neighbor.” Eren said in an effort to save himself, as they both stepped into the elevator. Which seemed to work, since he noticed that Y/N rolled her eyes, the tell tale sign that she was annoyed by his actions, proving that this particular one was believable.
“Well, I’m starting to think that I know a little bit too much about you.” Y/N said, which confused Eren, as they hadn’t had a conversation that was any deeper than small talk.
For the past couple of weeks, Y/N had noticed that Eren was quite the busy man. To her dismay, she had realized that they not only shared a parking space, but they also, in fact, shared a wall. Which was only proven to her when she heard the unmistakable sound of moans filtering through the thin walls of her apartment.
It’s not like Y/N was a prude when it came to sex. She had a fair share of partners within her life. But she had never met anyone who had been so… vocal, when it came to such an intimate experience. She herself had only let herself get so loud when she knew no one else could hear her except for the person she was with. So, it was jarring for her to hear the obvious sounds of sex coming from the other side of the room.
At first, she had thought that Eren had a girlfriend. But as they continued living as neighbors, she noticed that it was a new woman everyday, who was leaving his apartment. She didn’t know if that fact was relieving or not. But she also wondered why she cared at all. It’s not like she was interested in him or anything. He was just noticeable. Mainly because he seemed like the type of man that wanted to be noticed. And unfortunately for her, he was getting what he wanted. How couldn’t she notice when he made the women he was with sound like that. Y/N shook her head, trying to rid the thought of how good he was in bed. She registered how his features twisted with confusion.
“Did you know we share a wall?” Was all she said for an explanation, as she pressed the button for their floor. Eren’s eyes widened with realization.
“Apparently, I didn’t.” He responded. His eyes roamed over the figure of the girl beside him. From her body language he could tell that she was shy about the idea of him having sex on the other side of the wall. The thought that she was so innocent caused his stomach to churn with something unexpected. For some reason he found that this side of her was… endearing.
“Well, I hope you enjoy the show.” Eren said next. He didn’t really know why he said it. All he knew was that it would get her riled up. And apparently, he liked her when she was riled up.
“It’s not so much about me enjoying it.” Y/N said, and she didn’t have to explain the rest of her thought. Eren knew what she was alluding to. It’s as if she were daring him. Daring him to admit that he liked to be heard. That he liked to be known. Known by her. Eren looked over at her, slightly surprised that she was that bold. The way she held his stare surprised him too. He opened his mouth to send back a retort but he couldn’t find the words. Y/N took this as her cue to continue.
“Will you just keep it down? Some of us like to sleep.” She muttered, finally breaking eye contact with the man. This seemed to unfreeze him from his stupor.
“What a waste of time.” He joked, and Y/N just shook her head, unamused.
The two of them finally made it to their floor, no other words were exchanged as they journeyed down the hall to their respective apartments. His eyes followed her figure as she stopped in front of her door. Eren watched as she procured her keys from her bag, the soft jingle of metal pulled him back to reality, as he realized that he was observing her once more.
He wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, or why this girl was so interesting to him, especially when she annoyed him like no other. How many times was she going to complain about something he did? Here he was just trying to live his life and she always had something to say. But at the same time, why did he even care? Eren knew nothing about this girl. So why was he so preoccupied by what she thought of him?
Annoyance pierced through Eren’s chest as he unlocked his own door. He wasn’t sure if it was towards Y/N or himself. Maybe both. Without saying anything more to the girl that lived in the apartment next to his, he moved inside, tossing his keys in the bowl that sat on a side table next to his door. As he moved deeper into his apartment, he told himself that this was the last time where he let his thoughts wander to Y/N. She was nobody to him. He wouldn’t waste any more time on her. Eren was reassured by his promise to himself. He knew that he could go about his day, and not have to worry about the girl next door.
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Meanwhile, Y/N was sitting at her kitchen counter. Her laptop now opened in front of her as she scrolled through the pictures that she had taken earlier this evening. Mikasa, thank god, had a successful meeting with Nanaba, and her pitch was accepted. When the writer had asked Y/N to be the photographer for her piece, Y/N was elated. How could she say no when her friend had worked so hard on this article. And now, after the interviews and photoshoots were finished, all they had to do was polish everything up.
Diving into her work, Y/N noticed that she had spent very little time worrying about her new neighbor. The only times she did think of him, was when she ran into him in the parking lot. Which… now that she thought about it, happened to be everyday. But, that really didn’t matter because as soon as she was behind her door she was back in her own little world. That was until the noises of his… endeavors would bleed through the thin walls of her room. Thus forcing his way into even the private parts of her life. It was suffocating.
Sure, it didn’t happen as often as one would consider a nuisance. But it was enough to annoy the living daylights out of her. If it were anyone else, she would turn a blind eye. Who was she to get involved into someone else’s personal life? But with Eren? For some reason it felt personal. It felt like he was trying to get a rise out of her. And maybe she was just making it up in her head, but the smirk that he gave her every time they met told her otherwise. He liked pushing her buttons, she could tell. It was only in her own determination, that kept her reactions to a minimum. Y/N didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of her obvious annoyance with him.
Thankfully, Eren was particularly quiet this afternoon. As she worked on her editing, there were little to no disturbances. Y/N was back to her normal, everyday routine without having to worry about anything other than herself. And it was all that she could have hoped for after the stressful work day she had been through.
Currently, warm water ran gentle streams down her figure as her troubles washed away through the drain. A sigh left her lips as her fingers tangled themselves in the rough mesh of her loofah, scrubbing her skin raw to cleanse herself free from her tension. Her head was empty as the soap formed bubbles at her feet. This was exactly what she needed to relax herself. She was in a state of eternal bliss when she finally exited the shower, as if she were on top of a cloud that carried her to the comfort of her bed. Before she dived into the covers that would eventually coerce her into peaceful slumber, she slipped into her usual pajamas of an oversized t-shirt.
When Y/N’s head rested on her silk pillowcase, a soft smile graced her lips. Finally, the day was over. Her tired eyelids fluttered to a close, hiding the iris of her eyes. The world around her started to fade away as sleep took over her form. She could practically see the sheep that jumped over her head. But then, her eyes shot open at the unmistakable sound of Eren through the walls.
“Fuck.” She heard him say, in a tone that was definitely not innocent. Her hypothesis was proven right as moans quickly followed after the curse word.
Again? Y/N thought to herself as an annoyed groan left her lips. She turned over, moving deeper under her covers, grabbing a pillow to press against the ear that wasn’t pressed against the bed. She was hoping to protect herself from the inconvenience by blocking out the noise. But alas, it was to no avail, his moans were growing louder and louder. Honestly, how horny was this man that he had to do this almost every night?
At this point, Y/N was over it. Why should she let him get away with disturbing her peace? Before she knew it, her determination and anger had caused her to kick the blankets away from herself. Her feet were practically moving on their own as they brought her through her living room, out of her front door and into the hallway. She finally registered what she was doing when she placed herself in front of his front door. But by that point it was too late, her knuckles had already connected with his door with three sharp knocks.
She thought that she could get away with only that. She could go back to her apartment and hide herself there until he stopped what he was doing. Surely, he was too distracted to hear her knocking at his door at midnight and she wouldn’t have to be confronted with the sight of him, mid-coitus. Y/N turned, thinking that she could leave without having to deal with the consequences of her annoyance finally getting to her. But as she did the door swung open.
Her eyes widened at the sight of him. He was shirtless. Y/N gulped as her eyes wandered the surface of his chiseled upper body, it was glistening with sweat that was obviously there due to his exerted energy. His gray sweats hung low on his hips, accentuating the deep v-line that directed towards his—
Y/N’s eyes snapped up to his face, his attractive features twisted with annoyance, clearly bothered by her presence.
“Can I help you?” He asked, leaning against his door frame, crossing his muscular forearms across his chest. Y/N straightened her back, determined not to get distracted by his stupid good looks. Since she was already here, standing at his door, might as well get what she wanted.
“Did you forget that we shared a wall? Or do my sentences just go one ear and out the other?” Y/N asked, crossing her own arms. Eren stifled a laugh at her disgruntled expression. She was kind of cute when she was angry… The man shook the thought from his mind. No way did he just call her cute when she was disrupting his night. Eren hardened his features as he tried to register what she was saying.
“I’m sorry… What are you talking about?” He finally responded, needing more clarification to what she was complaining about this time.
“Look, I’m glad you’re getting some, I’m sure the stress relief makes you far less of an asshole than you already are.” She told him, and Eren’s mouth quirked up into an amused half-smile at the mention of sex. “But will you and whatever girl you’re with this time, please keep it down, I’ve had a hard enough day as it is without you ruining my sleep.”
Eren tilted his head as he mulled over her words. ‘The girl you’re with’ is what she had said. Which was terribly funny, taking into account that he wasn’t with a girl since he was trying to be considerate about what she had said earlier. Though without his usual hook-up for the evening he was in desperate need of some release, so he had settled for his hand for the night. Eren had found it quite interesting that she was that in tune with the sounds of his pleasure. In fact, it excited him a little. And since sex was currently on his mind, due to the fact that his cock was in the palm of his hand literally a minute ago, his horniness distracted him from his annoyance. And it wasn’t helping that Y/N was clad in only a gray t-shirt with the emblem of what was most likely the university she graduated from, the soft skin of her thighs on full display.
“Okay, I’ll keep it down.” Eren nodded, and Y/N let out a breath of relief, thinking that this conversation was finally over. But he wouldn’t let her get away. It seemed like she had forgotten. Big. Red. Button. Eren was going to push it. “But, I’ll have you know that there isn’t anybody with me.”
Y/N had begun to turn back to her door, but his words had instantly ceased all movement in her body. He was creating all that noise by himself? Y/N swallowed at the lump that was forming in her throat. Her skin was heating up at the mention of what he did during his own time, but she couldn’t let him get to her. She turned to face him to find a mischievous smirk playing across his features. Realization hit Y/N at that moment, he was trying to tease her. Annoyance caused her to grit her teeth, mostly at herself, since she couldn’t let him have the last word. She willed herself to stop her mouth from moving, but nevertheless Eren got his way, earning a reaction from the girl.
“Off your game, Jaeger?” She asked, calling him by the last name she had inadvertently learned throughout their time of knowing each other. She inwardly cursed at herself for not thinking of anything more clever than that, as Eren’s smirk still stayed plastered on his face.
“Nope,” He said, simply, popping the ‘p’. He rested his head against the door frame, his eyelids hooded as he looked down at her. Y/N felt vulnerable under his gaze. “I just found something new to… pique my interests.”
It was almost immediate, her reaction to his words. It was as if her whole body had erupted into flames right then and there in that hallway. And Eren obviously took notice of this as his grin grew wider. Y/N’s cheeks were flushed from her embarrassment, she crossed her arms over her chest as if Eren had x-ray eyes and could see right through her. Which he wouldn’t even need since her reaction to his words revealed everything she was thinking. The worst part was, he didn’t even say specifically if he meant her. But it almost felt like he did. And now he had irrevocably made her a fool. Y/N hated how good at this he was.
She scowled up at his amused features, “Can you please just be quiet? I’d like to get some sleep without you triggering my gag reflex.”
“Mm, now that’s a thought that’ll keep me going.” Eren responded slyly. His tone of voice was husky and Y/N scoffed at his innuendo.
“Whatever.” She retorted, turning back towards her apartment. “I’m going to bed.”
“Sweet dreams, Kid.” Was the last thing she heard before her door was fully shut behind her, making Eren triumphant in having the last word.
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Y/N’s hands immediately found her cheeks in an effort to subside the heat that had rushed to her face. Her back was flush up against her front door as she tried to control her breathing, and she was pissed that Eren had this effect on her. The girl slapped at her cheeks, hoping that the self-inflicted pain would replace the creeping feeling of her own arousal. She didn’t want to let this man affect the inner-workings of her vagina. So she ignored the ache that had presented itself the moment she saw Eren in all of his half-naked, sweaty glory, and proceeded back to her bedroom.
Her blankets welcomed her with the warmth that her body had left behind. She sank further into her bed, trying to conjure up the pure innocent image of sheep that had almost drifted her off into dreamland earlier that night. But as she clenched her eyes shut, the soft cream-color of their wool had morphed and shifted into the blinding white of Eren’s teasing grin. And that came attached with the body that was leaning against his door frame. And in the quiet solitude of her mind she couldn’t help but allow herself to recall the sight of him in his sweats. The deep V that pointed directly to his cock that was still slightly hardened from the actions he was committing against himself.
Y/N could hardly believe that he opened the door in that state. But somewhere in the pit of the stomach she was grateful for the image. Another fact she could hardly believe. However, even if she didn’t believe it, that didn’t stop the way her thighs were slowly starting to rub against one another, the sheets soft against her skin as they contorted with the movement of her body. She rolled over onto her stomach, hugging her pillow underneath her head, willing her body to stop moving.
But this new position had offered her something firm underneath her, and subconsciously her hips started rolling against the surface of her mattress. A sigh left her lips at the delicious new form of friction. And with her own aural confirmation to her pleasure, it finally hit her what she was doing. She parted her legs, hoping that would stop her from squeezing her thighs together. But that only made the slick in her panties more obvious as the cool night air hit her center. And the space that now resided between her legs left room for imagination. A spot where someone could fit so perfectly. Where Eren could fit so perfectly.
Eren.
Eren!?
And at the exact same moment, as if he knew that her thoughts would always lead to him, another soft moan seeped its way through her paper thin walls. A whimper soon followed and that instantly brought forth an ache of arousal that shot through her whole entire body like electricity. A shuddering breath escaped her lips as Eren so clearly ignored her pleas to stay quiet and his moans grew louder. But now… now that Y/N knew that he was alone. That he was whimpering and begging for the touch of his very own hand, the night had taken a very drastic turn for the girl.
Images of Eren in his bed shoved its way to the forefront of her mind. She pictured him, with his back against their shared wall, mere inches away from Y/N, with his hand wrapped firmly around his dripping cock. He was probably moving at a slow and steady pace, teasing himself because he seemed like the type of man to take his time and to relish in all of the pleasure he was giving himself.
A dull thud could be heard against the plaster, and immediately the thought of Eren with his head thrown back on the wall behind him had found the girl. It was like she was watching him right now, she could see how his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he finally moved at a faster pace, his precum leaking out over his fingers as he did. More curses escaped past his lips and Y/N was now squirming in her sheets. Her own hand slowly carving between the mattress and her stomach, moving closer and closer to where she needed it.
Her hand was inching downwards at a snail's pace, her mind clouded with arousal, but also with the moral dilemma of masturbating to the sounds of her neighbor doing the same. It felt wrong, so wrong to the point where it was exciting. And the feel of her own hand burning through the fabric of her t-shirt was slowly releasing all of her inhibitions. Her tribulations subsided the moment her fingertips dipped beneath the elastic band of her panties. And at that point there was no stopping what she was about to commit.
Almost immediately her hand had found her aching clit and a small whimper left her form from the icy touch of her own fingers. The contrast between the coolness of her digits and the heat of her arousal brought forth a strange sense of satisfaction as she began to rub slow circles into the bundle of nerves. Finally touching herself felt like a dam breaking as sexual gratification took over her form.
She dipped her fingers even lower, being met with her wetness that had been accumulating this whole time. A gasp of surprise had rippled through her, because never in her life had she ever been this wet. It was like dipping her fingers into melting wax, it poured over the entirety of her fingers and when she brought it back up to her clit, she had to hold back the moan that was trying to force its way out of her throat. She wouldn’t let it. She didn’t want to give Eren the satisfaction.
Right now she was only concerned with her own pleasure as she started to grind against her hand. Her hips were moving at an eager pace that would be embarrassing if anyone ever saw her in this state of desperation. But then the man on the other side of the wall let out another harsh curse, and she thought of how it would feel to be under his gaze right now.
In the deepest, darkest corner of her mind she conjured up the image of him, not on his own bed, but standing in the doorway of her room. His eyes would most likely be darkened with lust. He would watch how she fucked herself with her own fingers. He would probably look at her with that stupid fucking teasing smirk of his, and then say something cocky. But instead of annoying Y/N like it usually would, it would bring forth a surge of excitement.
Because she knew that after he spoke his words, he would cross that room at a tortuously slow pace. He would crawl over her form until his front was flush against her back. She arched up into nothingness, but somehow her imagination was so vivid she could practically feel his hard cock pressed into her ass. And then it would be his own hand traveling between her body and the mattress, and it would be his fingers that replaced her own, rubbing tantalizing circles on her clit. He would grind his erection against her ass, he would leave searing kisses on the back of her neck. The thought had her edging closer and closer to her sweet release—
Another loud and forceful moan filtered its way into her room, forcing Y/N’s daydream away. This time it was louder and more provocative than before, and Y/N was certain that Eren was cumming. His moans were more desperate.
The interruption of her daydream did nothing to stop her pleasure. Instead, knowing that he was in that room— his bare chest probably covered in his own cum, had the girl tipping over the edge. Her legs started to shake as her own orgasm rolled through her. She felt as her own release pooled in her panties, effectively ruining them since she forgot to remove them in her haste. Heavy breaths filtered through her nose as she bit down on her pillow, trying hard not to let her moans escape.
And as she slowly came down from her high, she wondered what Eren was thinking of when he finally came. Probably one of the many conquests he brought home. The girl felt foolish that she just came at the sound of his pleasure, when she probably didn’t even cross his mind.
Little did she know, on the other side of the wall, as Eren wiped his cum from his chest with a discarded t-shirt, his mind was reeling from the fact that he just came because of the conjured up image of him fucking the girl next door.
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A/N: So obviously this escalated really quickly... let's see how they both handle this new underlying factor to their relationship ;). I hope you enjoyed! And as always please feel free to message me :)
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Summary: The reader is used to her usual routine. A routine she found comfort in. But suddenly that all changes by the sight of a big shiny motorcycle parked in her spot.
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A/N: Hellooo everybody!! it's finally time for Love Thy Neighbor lol. This fic was inspired by true events when a stupid motorcycle would not stop parking in my spot, blocking my moped in. For me it ended with an annoyance that didn't stop until I moved away. For you it ends with Eren :) I hope you enjoyyyy :)) (Also will most likely be posting either tuesdays or wednesdays, depending how fast I get the chapters done)
Chapter 1
There comes a time in the early morning where the sun is much brighter than people normally assume. Usually, when people think of those who wake up in the wee hours of the morning, they imagine they wake up before the sun. When the sky is barely lit in an array of colors that only come when the sun is just peaking through the horizon. And sure, there are those who wake up when it’s still dark outside. But most of the population stays asleep until the sun is high in the sky, waking up at a reasonable time, starting their day on the right foot.
And then there are those who wake up in between. When the sky is no longer dark, though it is still far too early for comfort. Y/N Y/L/N, was unfortunately, one of the in-betweeners. It was unfortunate, because it was definitely not by choice.
Every morning, Y/N was woken up by beams of sunlight that streamed through her window, stirring her awake by kissing her face like a lover would. Though, in her opinion, it was far less romantic as the heat punctured her skin. This morning wasn’t any different than all the others as she clenched her eyes shut, trying to give herself a few more minutes of precious sleep. She turned over on her side, trying to escape the inevitable sunlight. A small whine left her lips as she settled deeper under her duvet. She knew she had a couple hours before she had to go to work, and she so desperately wanted those hours of sleep. But it was no use. She was awake, which meant she had to start her day.
Y/N kicked the blankets away from her before rolling out of the comfort of her bed. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she begrudgingly left her bedroom. As she stood on the precipice of her living room, she stopped. For just a single second she took a moment to just breathe. And then, in the next second, just like she did every morning, she fell into her daily routine. Coffee, shower, breakfast, wash, rinse, repeat. Every single day is just the same as the last. Y/N didn’t mind the little routine that she had for herself. In fact she quite enjoyed it. Over the years she has perfected her daily rituals and she wouldn’t have it any other way. She wasn’t sure if she liked change and so far she hasn’t had the misfortune of running into it. That was until a few hours later when she was finally heading to work and she made her way into the parking garage, she noticed that for the first time something did, in fact, change.
It wasn’t a small change that could go unnoticed like fresh paint over the lines that indicated the parking spaces or the flickering light in the right corner of the garage finally being swapped out with a new bulb, (which has yet to happen to Y/N’s dismay). It was a big, monumental, noticeable change. The reason being was that it directly affected the girl and her routine.
She stood in front of her parking space with a look of indignation across her features. Right at the end of her spot, effectively blocking in her precious cream colored vespa, was a big, ugly motorcycle. Well, that was a bit harsh, considering it wasn’t the vehicle's fault it was parked in front of her form of transportation. The motorcycle was actually quite nice, it was sleek and all black and was most likely very expensive. The problem was its owner, who was unknown. But with this stunt, Y/N knew enough to know that they were decidedly inconsiderate. Who in their right mind, with any sense of moral code, would block someone into their parking spot? Though as it turned out, Y/N didn’t have time to investigate the matter. Looking at her phone, she saw the time and after seeing that she would most definitely be late to work, she sighed, realizing she didn’t have a choice. Looking at the positioning of this person’s motorcycle, she discovered that it was possible to get her moped out of its spot. But this did make her life harder than it needed to be.
After maneuvering around the bike, she placed her camera bag into the basket that sat on the back of her moped, locking it up so she knew it was safe. Y/N then removed the chain from her back wheel, placing it in the compartment that sat under her seat. When she finally swung her leg over the vehicle, determination settled over her form as she faced her unexpected problem.
Luckily, getting her moped past the obstacle took a lot less time than expected and she got away without scratching the car to her right. And after her frustrations were behind her with the wind whipping through her hair as she drove to work, her anger started to subside. No use crying over spilt milk. Y/N told herself. Besides, it was probably a one time thing. The motorcycle will be gone by tomorrow and she can go on living.
At least that’s what she thought, until the same thing happened the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that. The first time, when Y/N returned home the motorcycle was gone and she thought it was over. But lo and behold, when she went downstairs to head to work the next morning her good mood was immediately shot when the motorcycle was back in its place, blocking her in. And now it's a common occurrence. And the anger that escaped her on that very first day was now back in full force.
It has now been a full week of this disturbance and Y/N was at the end of her rope. She stormed into the office, ignoring the weird glances that her coworkers sent her from behind their laptops. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with any of them, writers were a pretentious bunch. Y/N pressed on until she was finally able to flop down in her chair, throwing her head in her hands.
“Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine.”
Y/N peaked up from between her fingers to find her coworker and very good friend, Mikasa Ackerman, leaning up against her desk. She looked very professional in her pinstripe pantsuit, which she was probably wearing due to her pitch meeting later in the day. Or else she would have been adorned in her more casual clothing. Y/N felt grateful she didn’t have any important meetings today, life was far more comfortable when she was allowed to wear what she wanted. Which today happened to be a simple ensemble of blue jeans and a simple white tee.
“Don’t even start.” She groaned, shifting her arms so that she could rest her head on her forearms.
“Woah, what’s got you all riled up?” Mikasa asked.
“Is it the motorcycle, again?” Another voice chimed in, most likely coming from their friend Historia Reiss who twisted her chair around from her desk in front of Y/N’s. The girl just responded with an annoyed grunt that was muffled from the fabric of her cardigan. This was all the confirmation Historia needed for her to roll her chair closer to Y/N’s desk, reaching over to pat her on the back with soft affection. Y/N accepted the comfort, relaxing under her friend's touch.
“What motorcycle?” Mikasa asked, looking over at Historia, quizzically.
“Someone has been blocking Y/N’s moped from leaving her parking space.” Historia explained.
“At her apartment?” the raven haired girl questioned, Y/N lifted her head to nod.
“I’m sorry, how is this a big deal?”
“It's not!” Y/N agreed, though she felt like she needed to explain her frustrations, “But it’s been happening everyday. And I guess I have the room for their bike in my spot but it’s the principle of the matter! It’s my spot. It came with the apartment.”
“Why don’t you just leave a note?” Historia offered, but her two friends knew what her answer was going to be. Y/N shifted awkwardly in her seat, looking down at her shoes so she didn’t have to look at their faces when she answered.
“I don’t want to deal with the confrontation.” She explained, and her two friends groaned at her lack of backbone.
“Y/N, you have to start standing up for yourself!” Historia told her, and coming from anyone else that sentence probably would have come out a lot harsher. But the small blonde was practically a reincarnated angel, and her voice was filled with only concern for her friend. Y/N bit her lip as she contemplated Historia’s words.
“I mean, maybe it’s not so bad?” Y/N eventually said, “I’ve been able to live with it for a week now, maybe I should just accept it.”
“You were just complaining about how much you hate it.” Mikasa pointed out, and Y/N cursed herself for confiding in her friends. “You can’t keep letting people walk all over you.”
Y/N deflated when she realized her friends were right. She did have a tendency to put other people's happiness before her own. That was definitely one of her worst traits. Flashbacks of shitty ex-boyfriends to the mean girls at school flitted through her mind. Y/N didn’t know why she let those people take advantage of her. But what she did know was that she was tired of letting this happen. At that moment, she decided this time would be different.
“You know what?” Y/N suddenly said, gaining the attention of her friends, “You guys are right, this is going to stop. Today.”
“Atta girl.” Mikasa grinned, clapping Y/N on her shoulder with her slender hand. Historia beamed at Y/N from the other side of the desk.
“We believe in you.” Historia said, grabbing Y/N’s hand and squeezing. Warmth spread throughout Y/N’s chest from her friends' support.
“Thanks.” Y/N smiled softly, “But enough about me. Are you ready for your pitch, Mikasa?”
Y/N turned towards her well-dressed friend and caught her rolling her eyes. She fiddled with the pens that sat in a mug on Y/N’s desk as she answered.
“I swear to god, if Nanaba rejects another one of my articles, I might quit.”
“Oh, don’t joke around like that!” Historia scolded, “Sonder wouldn’t be the same without you.”
Sonder was the local magazine that the three of them worked for. Named after the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own. When Y/N first heard that definition she immediately fell in love. The magazine revolved around telling the stories of the voices that were left unheard. It specialized in fashion, music, culture and everything in between. However it wasn’t the content of the magazine that brought it to her attention. Y/N was drawn to this magazine because of its aesthetic. Sonder first caught her eye when she was in line at the grocery store and the stark contrast of its cover next to its competitors was enough to pique her interest. The magazine had no flashy taglines or before and after pictures of random celebrities that she didn’t even know the name of. All it sported was the name of the magazine and a black and white picture of a girl with thick dark braids, the look on her face was powerful and the emotions it elicited from Y/N was enough for her to want to be part of this art. She thought that her photography would be the perfect fit for this magazine. And a few months later, after she sent in her portfolio, it turned out that they thought so too and offered her a job.
Mikasa was actually the first writer she was paired with. The two of them were sent to interview a new up and coming band and while they were there they became fast friends. She met Historia later that week. She was one of the editors for the magazine, and she was working with Mikasa on her latest article. Soon enough, the three of them became inseparable.
“She keeps giving me the puff pieces.” Mikasa groaned, “I’m sick of puff, I’ll throw up if I hear that word one more time.”
“Puff.” Y/N said nonchalantly as she placed her bag on her desk, though she broke out in laughter when Mikasa groaned and lightly hit her shoulder with the back of her hand.
“I’m sure Nanaba will come around this time.” Historia then said, ignoring the violence that occured, “You’ve done great research for this article, she’ll see how hard you’ve been working.”
“She better.” Mikasa grumbled.
“She will.” Y/N reassured as she finally started unpacking her things. Pulling out her camera to edit the latest photo set she had been working on. Her friends took this as their cue to get back to their own work, and as Mikasa left her desk, Y/N and Historia offered her good luck before turning to their respective assignments.
The day went on as usual. Y/N poured herself into her work. Which wasn’t hard to do considering she loved what she did. Spending time working on her photography was just what she needed to get her problem at home out of her head. In fact, the motorcycle that has wreaked havoc on her life hadn’t crossed her mind all day. By the time she finished her assignments, all she was thinking about was going home and crawling into bed. The only thing standing between that was the fifteen minute drive back to her apartment.
Luckily, the journey went by swiftly, and when she returned to her apartment, the sight of her empty parking spot was a reminder to the issue at hand. She decided right then and there that she would write out a note tonight and tape it to the random motorcycle tomorrow morning. But then as she was bent over, locking her chain around the wheel of her moped, the loud sound of an engine roaring came from behind her.
Y/N stood from where she was and when she turned, right before her eyes was the culprit of her dismay. Just like his bike, this man was wearing all black. His face was covered by his helmet, a leather jacket adorned his broad shoulders. The mystery man pulled up into her spot, cutting his engine before he swung his long leg over his bike. Without sparing a glance at the girl, he turned to walk away, not even bothering to lock up his vehicle. As he walked towards the entrance of the building, he took off his helmet to reveal his long brunette hair, tied up in a bun, most likely to keep it out of his face as he drove. Y/N was frozen with shock. The audacity of this man to not even acknowledge her had her blood boiling. She thought back to her earlier conversation with her friends and decided she couldn’t let him get away with this.
“Excuse me!” She called after him, but either he didn’t hear her or he pretended not to, because he didn’t turn around. Y/N quickened her pace catching up with him before he headed inside.
“Excuse me.” She repeated, pulling at his shoulder which effectively caught his attention. He finally turned to look at her and when he did she had to stop herself from choking on her words. As it turned out, the person who was complicating her life was far more attractive than she expected. His teal eyes burned into her with a bored expression as he slowly looked her up and down.
“You’re excused.” He said simply, his voice was deeper than expected. Most people would probably be hypnotized by his 40 hertz voice, but his rude demeanor cut through Y/N like a knife. Her mouth dropped with offense as he brushed past her.
“What?” She said to herself incredulously, she couldn’t believe his audacity. Y/N shook her head, going after him once more. She caught him as he was waiting for the elevator.
“That’s my spot.” Y/N declared, placing herself in front of him so he was forced to look at her. He raised an eyebrow at her.
“What are you talking about?” The man asked. And Y/N was a tad embarrassed that she obviously cared about this a little too much. Nevertheless, she persisted.
“You keep parking in my spot.” She told him, “You block me in and it’s extremely rude.”
The man stared at her with an overturned smirk, and she would’ve given him points for at least trying to hold back his laughter. But soon enough the deep sound of his laughter rumbled out from his chest.
“What’s so funny?” Y/N questioned, crossing her arms.
“I just think it’s funny that you’re calling me rude when you’re the one who manhandled me in the parking lot.” He grinned, shaking his head.
“I would hardly say that was manhandling!” Y/N defended, “You were ignoring me, what else was I supposed to do?”
“I don’t know, maybe talk to me like a normal human being?” He responded, and Y/N could have screamed with how frustrating this man was.
“I tried to, but you didn’t even give me a chance when you brushed me off.” She said instead. The man simply shrugged. A ding sounded out into the lobby, indicating that the elevator had arrived.
“I don’t take kindly to strangers.” He said as he stepped around her, moving into the elevator. Y/N followed after him and placed herself in front of the buttons so he couldn’t get to his floor. He was now obviously annoyed by her as he huffed air out from between his lips. She didn’t really care though. It served him right, considering he has been annoying her for the past week.
“Can you please just move your bike out of my parking spot and then this could all be over.” Y/N told him.
“Your spot?” He questioned, “I thought that was a spot dedicated for two-wheelers.”
“What? No, It’s mine. It was assigned to me when I moved in.” Y/N told him.
“That’s not what Hannes told me.” He said, matter-of-factly. Y/N’s eyebrows pulled together at the mention of their landlord.
“What did Hannes tell you?”
“That I could park there.” He answered with a shrug.
“You’re lying.” She replied, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Scouts Honor.” He defended, holding up the hand gesture to prove it. Though he did not seem to be the type of man who was ever a boy scout. She scowled at him and his grin grew wider as he paired it with a sly wink.
“We’re clearing this up with Hannes right now.” Y/N demanded, turning around so she could press the button to the first floor. The man behind her threw his head back with a groan. He most likely just wanted to go back to his apartment so he could get away from her but she wasn’t going to let that happen any time soon.
The elevator creaked as it stirred back to life. Neither one of them said a word as it slowly started to move upwards. Luckily, since the trip was a short one, there wasn’t much time for the awkward tension to settle. When the doors opened, Y/N positioned herself behind the unnamed man and pushed him out of the small room. She didn’t want to risk his escape.
The door to Hannes office sat right across the hall from the elevator, so it didn’t take long for Y/N’s hand to find the solid wood of his door and knock three times. A muffled thud sounded out from behind the door and after a few more moments of rustling, it finally opened to reveal the older man, his usual happy-go-lucky smile already gracing his features.
“Y/N! To what do I owe the pleasure?” The man boomed, Y/N flinched since the decibel this man could reach always caught her off guard. She opened her mouth to explain, but then the blonde man’s eyes wandered over to her unlikely companion.
“I see that you’ve met our newest resident.” He grinned, “How’ve you been, Eren? Are you settling in nicely?”
“I am, sir. The apartment is really nice.” The man, who’s name was apparently Eren, responded. Y/N sent him a pointed glare. So he did have the ability to be polite. It just turned out she didn’t deserve his kindness. She rolled her eyes as the two men continued.
“I’m glad to hear that!” Hannes said, “Is Y/N here giving you the grand tour?”
Eren glanced down at the girl beside him. So her name was Y/N. At least, now he had a name for the girl who was annoying him endlessly. She really put a damper on his day to say the least. All he wanted to do was get back to his apartment and try out the game demo his coworker had sent him. But now here he was being dragged around the apartment building by this woman.
“Actually, we’re here to talk about my parking spot.” Y/N interrupted before Eren could answer Hannes' question.
“Oh?” The older gentleman responded, “What’s the issue?”
“Well, Eren has been parking in my spot. It makes it difficult for me to leave.” She explained, she said his name with a hint of disdain and Eren rolled his eyes at her tone. Though, Hannes didn’t notice any of the hostility, he just looked between the two with his usual casual demeanor.
“Yeah, I said it was okay.” Hannes agreed, and Y/N felt her frustration come back in full force. The man beside her smirked as he was proven right.
“I’m sorry, I feel like I should have been part of this conversation.” She said, trying to keep her tone positive.
“Oh, well, I told Eren to talk to you about it.” Hannes told her, and Y/N could’ve strangled the man next to her for neglecting to tell her that part. Which also meant he was lying to her when he said that he thought the spot was free reign. This guy just keeps getting worse. “I assumed you said it was okay once I noticed his motorcycle in your spot.”
“I guess it must have slipped his mind, because he never came to talk to me about it.” Y/N said, looking over at Eren with an accusatory glare.
“You didn’t ask her to share her space?” Hannes looked towards Eren.
“You never gave me her information, sir.” Eren replied, and Hannes smacked his hand over his forehead.
“I completely forgot!” He exclaimed, “I’m so sorry, this is my fault.”
“So is there anywhere else for him to park?” Y/N asked, hope was rising in her chest. Maybe to make up for his mistake he will sort this whole thing out. Y/N could see the light at the end of the tunnel, and she will never have to deal with this jackass ever again.
“About that…” Hannes trailed off, and suddenly the fragile bit of hope that Y/N was holding in her hands withered away. “As it turns out, we don’t have enough parking spaces to give Eren his own. And since all you have is a moped I told him that you had the room to spare… Is that alright?”
Y/N wanted to tell him no. That was her spot, it has been ever since she moved in two years ago. And even though she didn’t even pay extra for the spot, she still had her claim over it. If they had come to ask her when he first moved in then maybe she would have said yes. But now that she knew that this guy was a total dick she had no interest in sharing anything with him. Even so, she felt like she couldn’t argue with them. Her shoulders fell with defeat. Her friends would be disappointed.
“I guess it is.” She sighed, running a hand over her hair. The man beside her perked up, obviously loving that he won this battle.
“Great! I’m glad we cleared that up.” Hannes beamed, clapping his hand on her shoulder. Y/N stiffened under his touch, she didn’t think she’d ever get used to Hannes overbearing friendliness. She looked over at Eren who glanced at her quickly before holding his hand out to the blonde man in front of him. Hannes grinned at his outstretched hand and removed his own from the girl's shoulder to give him a vigorous handshake. Y/N thought it was out of place to shake someone's hand after such a quick conversation but she was honestly relieved that the older man wasn’t touching her any more.
“Thank you, sir, sorry for taking up your time.” Eren said, and Hannes just waved him off telling him it was no problem. They all said their goodbyes and Hannes' office door swung close, leaving Y/N alone with the stranger she had to share her parking spot with.
“Well, I guess that’s that.” Eren said, happily, clapping his hands like it was a done deal. Y/N glared at the tall man in front of her.
“You’re the worst.” She mumbled, turning towards the elevator and pressing the button so she could finally get away from this man.
“Is that any way to treat your parking space buddy?” He grinned, placing himself next to her as they waited for the doors to open. Y/N didn’t say anything, she just crossed her arms and stared ahead.
“Now you’re ignoring me.” He pointed out, and yet again, she stayed silent.
“You know, you’re a lot like a little kid.” Eren observed, and this got Y/N’s attention as her head snapped towards him.
“What? No I’m not.” She argued, slightly offended that he was jumping to these conclusions about her without even knowing her.
“Sure you are.” He shrugged, “You get all upset when things don’t go your way.”
“I’m not upset.” She countered, eliciting a snort of disbelief from Eren. “I’m just shocked at how inconsiderate you are.”
“Oh come on, Kid, I thought it was alright that I was parking there. You never left a note or anything. And besides… sharing is caring right?”
“... Kid?” She repeated, not paying attention to any other part of his sentence.
“It suits you, don’t you think?” Eren grinned at her, to which she just scoffed. The elevator doors finally slid open, the two of them filed inside.
“Whatever,” The girl said, she turned towards the buttons, “What floor are you on?”
“Seven.”
Y/N stilled, her hand hovering over the buttons. “No you aren’t.”
“Um, yes I am?” Eren said, stepping closer to her so he could press the button himself. The heat that he radiated washed over her form, but she didn’t register his proximity. She just stood there in shock as he did.
“But I live on floor seven.” She said, regaining the use of her vocal chords as the elevator started moving. Eren raised an eyebrow.
“You do know that there’s more than one apartment on each floor, right?” He teased, leaning against the bar that wrapped around the whole of the elevator. Y/N gifted him an annoyed expression.
“I just mean that I didn’t even notice that you moved in.” Y/N explained.
“I don’t have a lot of things.” Eren told her, “It was quick.”
Y/N found his explanation to be a bit strange. She wondered how little he had if he was able to move into a whole entire apartment without her noticing. For some reason, it made him seem untouchable. As if him not having worldly possessions made it harder for anyone to pin him down.
Not that she wanted him to stick around. In fact, the thought of him leaving just as quickly as he came sounded pretty nice right about now. She’s only known him for half an hour and she already knew she preferred an Eren-free life.
“Look, I won’t bother you more than I have to.” He spoke up, as if he were reading her mind. “We’ll share the parking space and that’s it, you won’t ever see me around here. I like to keep to myself.”
“Wow, how generous.” Y/N replied sarcastically, hating how it sounded like he was the one who had to give up the parking space. “And don’t worry about me. I’m already planning on never speaking to you again.”
“Oh? Okay, good.” Eren responded, his tone was slightly unsure, as he followed Y/N out into the hallway when they finally made it to their floor.
“Great.” Y/N said, and then she expected him to turn down to the opposite side of the building. But when he kept going in the same direction, she quickly became unsettled. She tried to ignore him as he silently walked behind her but his presence seemed to be suffocating.
Y/N stopped at her door, and she was relieved he kept walking, meaning that he wasn’t following her like she feared. But then he only moved a couple feet before stopping at the apartment right next to hers.
The two of them looked at each other from their respective doors. A scowl fell over Y/N’s features while a smirk graced the man beside her.
“This might be a lot harder than we thought, Kid.” Was all he said before disappearing into his apartment, leaving her alone in the hallway.
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Y/N had decided that she officially hated change. She liked having a routine and she liked to know that everything would be the same. It kept her safe. And she didn’t have to worry about unexpected surprises out of her everyday life. She thought that it made life easier. Things were simple for her. But now, only after one day of knowing Eren, she felt it happen. Change was inevitable. And it was staring her right in the face.
She stood in front of her parking space as another slight change graced her life. When she went to unchain her moped, Eren’s motorcycle was now resting up against the wall that sat on the left side of her parking space, giving her more than enough room to leave. She was shocked that Eren was more considerate than their first encounter made him out to be. And for some reason this scared her. Because right in front of her was proof that her philosophy of hating change wasn’t as concrete as it had been. Because maybe some changes, no matter how small, were good.
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A/N: Okayyyy a little warm up chapter, not much happens in this except for them meeting. I'm just realizing now that it has a pretty drastic change in tempo in the next chapter lol. So this won't be a slow burn, but it's fun nonetheless!!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! feel free to send a message :))
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watching Life as We Know It and now i wanna write a story about Eren and Y/N becoming unlikely parents to a baby but idk how to make the story original hfkfkfndkjfnf
heyheyyyy!!! i rlly love ur stories! i was wondering if eren prefer [name] hving short hair or long hair👀(sorry if this is not grammatically correctly cuz english isn’t my first language;-;)
aw thank you angel!!!!
and to answer your question, in my own writing i try to keep Y/N’s traits as ambiguous as possible so everyone can see themselves in her!
but personally I think that Eren doesn’t have a preference! I can see him liking short hair or long hair !
In the world of AOT though he’d probably prefer it shorter so it wouldn’t cause you harm when you’re fighting titans (like that one scene with Mikasa, when he cares about you he wants you to be safe 😌)
but in a modern AU, he’d definitely be into both
thank you for your ask! i hope you have a lovely day 💖
A/N: Hiiii everyone!! So as you all know this fic was a long time coming, and somewhere a long the way I lost motivation to write this one. But now that I'm back to writing for it, I'm actually really excited for you guys to read it. So obviously I can't hold back and thought that I'd post a snippet from Chapter 1. I Hope you guys love this fic as much as I already do. And keep an eye out for the first Chapter, I should be posting it sometime this week :)))
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“You know, you’re a lot like a little kid.” Eren observed, and this got Y/N’s attention as her head snapped towards him.
“What? No I’m not.” She argued, slightly offended that he was jumping to these conclusions about her without even knowing her.
“Sure you are.” He shrugged, “You get all upset when things don’t go your way.”
“I’m not upset.” She countered, eliciting a snort of disbelief from Eren. “I’m just shocked at how inconsiderate you are.”
“Oh come on, Kid, I thought it was alright that I was parking there. You never left a note or anything. And besides… sharing is caring right?”
“... Kid?” She repeated, not paying attention to any other part of his sentence.
“It suits you, don’t you think?” Eren grinned at her, to which she just scoffed. The elevator doors finally slid open, the two of them filed inside.
“Whatever,” The girl said, she turned towards the buttons, “What floor are you on?”
“Seven.”
Y/N stilled, her hand hovering over the buttons. “No you aren’t.”
“Um, yes I am?” Eren said, stepping closer to her so he could press the button himself. The heat that he radiated washed over her form, but she didn’t register his proximity. She just stood there in shock as he did.
“But I live on floor seven.” She said, regaining the use of her vocal chords as the elevator started moving. Eren raised an eyebrow.
“You do know that there’s more than one apartment on each floor, right?” He teased, leaning against the bar that wrapped around the whole of the elevator. Y/N gifted him an annoyed expression.
“I just mean that I didn’t even notice that you moved in.” Y/N explained.
“I don’t have a lot of things.” Eren told her, “It was quick.”
Y/N found his explanation to be a bit strange. She wondered how little he had if he was able to move into a whole entire apartment without her noticing. For some reason, it made him seem untouchable. As if him not having worldly possessions made it harder for anyone to pin him down.
Not that she wanted him to stick around. In fact, the thought of him leaving just as quickly as he came sounded pretty nice right about now. She’s only known him for half an hour and she already knew she preferred an Eren-free life.
“Look, I won’t bother you more than I have to.” He spoke up, as if he were reading her mind. “We’ll share the parking space and that’s it, you won’t ever see me around here. I like to keep to myself.”
“Wow, how generous.” Y/N replied sarcastically, hating how it sounded like he was the one who had to give up the parking space. “And don’t worry about me. I’m already planning on never speaking to you again.”
“Oh? Okay, good.” Eren responded, his tone was slightly unsure, as he followed Y/N out into the hallway when they finally made it to their floor.
“Great.” Y/N said, and then she expected him to turn down to the opposite side of the building. But when he kept going in the same direction, she quickly became unsettled. She tried to ignore him as he silently walked behind her but his presence seemed to be suffocating.
Y/N stopped at her door, and she was relieved he kept walking, meaning that he wasn’t following her like she feared. But then he only moved a couple feet before stopping at the apartment right next to hers.
The two of them looked at each other from their respective doors. A scowl fell over Y/N’s features while a smirk graced the man beside her.
“This might be a lot harder than we thought, Kid.” Was all he said before disappearing into his apartment, leaving her alone in the hallway.
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A/N: Okay!!! this is obviously from the time where they first meet, I promise you that it gets much more exciting hehehe but I hope you enjoyed this snippet!! Please let me know if you want to be on the taglist!!!
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