This is part one! Let me know if you want part 2 :) Enjoy!!
Thank you @jaegerbomb2104 for the request and for your patience!
You can count on one hand the amount of days in your life where all you could do was laugh to avoid screaming and kicking your feet like a child.
‘stuck living with your brother and his two best friends for the unforeseeable future’ might be the worse one to date.
You’re not even really sure what happened, one minute you and your best friend, Sasha, are watching ‘New Girl’ reruns, and the next you're both standing in the street in your pajamas as fire fighters explain to you why half the building needs to be evacuated.
“Faulty wiring” is what they called it. A project that would take 3-4 weeks to repair, and unfortunately, required total vacancy.
Now she's off staying with her boyfriend of 2 years, and you’re stuck here; on the phone with your mom, sitting in your kitchen while your brother and his friends carry your luggage out to the car.
“Mom there is no way I'm staying with them for a month, I'll go insane, or catch an STD from using their bathroom.”
”There are so many things wrong with that sentence, first of all. Second of all, it won’t be that bad! It will only be for a few weeks and then you’ll be back home with Sasha”.
You throw your head back right as Armin walks into the kitchen, dumb and fucking dumber following shortly behind him. They’re obnoxiously laughing about something, and it only fuels your frustration.
“Mooooom you don't get it, their house is a fucking biohazard!”
”Honey, I think you're being a little dramatic,” the exhaustion is clear in her voice, “It's not forever and they’re not that bad! they’ll be gone at work most of the day anyway, you’ll barely even see them.”
You throw your head back again with a groan, pulling your phone from your ear and putting it on speaker so they can say bye to her.
“Im hanging up to go get the rest of my things, love you.”
Armin, Eren and Jean all start screaming that they love and miss her, and you roll your eyes before ending the call after she says goodbye to the four of you.
Eren and Jean. Your brother's childhood best friends, and by extension, the bane of your existence.
Not really. They’re actually not that bad, but you wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that outloud.
They’ve kind of been like bonus brothers for you growing up. Walking you home late when it was dark, or letting you hangout in the living room later than you were supposed to.
Being Armin’s little sister, people are always surprised to see how close you actually are. You’ve never really had that “get out of my room i hate you” kind of relationship most siblings do. In fact, 99% of your friends are shared.
Eren leans back to rest against the adjacent counter. Eyes locking onto yours, you feel your stomach dip, like it always does with him. His lips tilt up in a barely-there smirk, like he knows.
“We’re not that bad, y/n. Besides, you survived sharing a room with Armin for 13 years before your mom decided you’ve walked in on”, he throws up air quotes and raises his voice to mimic your mom, “ ‘a young man's self exploration’ one too many times ”.
Armin lets out a startled yelp, your face scrunching up in disgust, and next thing you know they're full on wrestling in your kitchen.
Jean (ever the mediator) takes the seat next to you at the island and turns his head to talk to you, yet keeps his eyes on the two currently sprawled across your kitchen floor.
You laugh, despite yourself. Eren has always been stronger than the two, but you’d never hear your brother admit that to anyone. And as his sister, you’d never bet against him.
“You’re on, horse face. ”
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“Okay, but on a scale of one to actual hell, how bad is it?” Sasha asks, already halfway through your fries.
You don’t even hesitate. “Eight.”
“Eight?” she snorts. “You’re being dramatic.”
“I am not. I walked in and immediately felt like I needed to update my will.”
Sasha hums, unconvinced. “So… what, like dishes in the sink? Clothes on the floor?”
“All of the above. I swear something on the bathroom floor moved when I turned the light on.”
“That was probably just Eren,” she says, deadpan, reaching for another fry.
You kick her under the table. “I’m serious.”
”I know, I know. You’re being forced to live with three of the hottest guys I've ever seen, two of which have been obsessed with you since middle school. Thoughts and prayers”.
“Okay, first of all, one third of the “hottest guys you've ever seen” is my brother, so ew. Second of all, they have not been obsessed with me since middle school.”
You narrow your eyes at her. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” She leans back in her chair, “Jean can't be that bad, he’s sweet, and he seems relatively responsible. Honestly Eren doesn’t seem that bad either. Who’s giving you the hard time?”
“Obviously,” she repeats, her mouth ticking up at the side. “Why?”
“Because he’s-” you stop, frowning. “He’s just…Eren.”
You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “He’s loud, and he thinks he’s funny, and he’s always in my space, and-” you pause, sucking in a deep breath.
Sasha smiles, slow and knowing. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the massive crush you've had on him since the dawn of time would it?”
You freeze, and then kick her under the table again.
Your eyes dart around the cafe like Eren, or worse, your brother will suddenly spawn out of nowhere.
“No! And would you keep your voice down!”
She throws her head back laughing. “Wow, that was quick.”
You roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts, “I just said no.”
“Mhm.” She steals another fry off your plate. “You’re so fucked.”
“You’re living in the same house as him for a month.”
You stare at her and she raises her brows in return.
Sasha laughs. “Absolutely fucked.”
The house is quieter than it normally is when you push the door open, which means either the boys are busy, or everyone is in their rooms.
You pause for a second, keys still in your hand. “…hello?”
You toe your shoes off by the door and make your way down the hall heading for the kitchen. You round the corner, and pause.
Eren stands at the stove, back to you, one hand braced against the counter while the other lazily stirs something in a pan. Headphones in his ears, and his hair slightly damp at the nape of his neck like he’d just showered.
He's shirtless, and the way the sweatpants hang off his hips is downright sinful. He’s mouthing something under his breath, completely oblivious.
A slow grin spreads across your face.
Carefully, you set your bag down on the counter, wincing slightly at the quiet thud before glancing up, he doesn’t move. Still completely in his own world.
You take a step forward. Then another.
Your socked feet barely make a sound against the floor as you start creeping closer, biting back a laugh when he starts nodding his head slightly to whatever he’s listening to.
You’re close enough now that you can smell whatever he’s making. Something warm, garlic-heavy, and for a split second your brain betrays you, thinking something annoyingly domestic like this isn’t so bad. You ignore that thought immediately.
You lift your hands, ready to grab his sides-
A hand clamps down on your shoulder.
You yelp, the sound ripping out of you before you can stop it, spinning so fast you nearly lose your balance.
Jean doubles over laughing, one hand still on your shoulder like he’s proud of himself.
“Jesus, your face!” he chokes out, wheezing. “I thought you were about to pass out.”
“You’re such an asshole!” you snap, shoving him back.
The sudden onslaught of noise makes Eren flinch, yanking one headphone out as he turns, eyes flicking between the two of you.
“…what the hell is wrong with you?” he asks, brows pulling together.
Jean straightens, still grinning. “She was trying to scare you.”
Eren’s gaze shifts to you, lingering for a second longer than it needs to.
“…you were?” There's a hint of a smirk there now.
You cross your arms, glaring. “I was, before someone decided to ruin it.”
Jean snorts. “Yeah, well, you were about as stealthy as a-”
“Finish that sentence and I’m taking your twenty dollars back.”
“You still haven’t paid me that!” he shoots back.
Eren huffs a quiet laugh, turning back to the stove.
“Food’s almost done,” he says, a little over his shoulder. “If you’re planning on stealing any.”
You hesitate for half a second, then step forward, leaning slightly against the counter beside him to look at what’s in the pan.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” you say. “But now that you mention it…”
He glances at you, quick and sideways, the corner of his mouth ticking up.
Suddenly the kitchen feels a little smaller than it did a minute ago.
Eating with Eren is actually kind of nice. The usual undercurrent of tension still there, but easy to ignore when you’re both making jokes and talking the whole time.
You stand, heading to the sink and placing your plate down. As you turn to say thank you, you turn straight into Eren's chest, hands shooting out to steady yourself as you immediately take a step back, face suddenly on fire.
“Sorry,” He leans a little to the side, and reaches above your head to open the cupboard and grab a glass “I thought you knew I was behind you.”
His voice is low, and it makes the moment feel a little too fragile.
“Yeah, I-” you clear your throat, stepping back, and immediately wishing you hadn’t. “I didn’t.”
A few seconds pass, neither of you move.
Your hands hover awkwardly at your sides, unsure what to do with themselves, and when you glance up, he’s already looking at you.
Not in that usual teasing way. Not like earlier.
Your stomach dips again. And you pray he cant see the way your hands clench and unclench at your sides.
“…you okay?” he asks, softer now, like he’s trying not to startle you again.
“Yeah,” you answer a little too quickly. “I’m fine.”
His eyes flick down. Your hands, your face, your mouth, and back up again like it didn’t mean anything.
“Good,” he mutters, but he doesn’t move.
God help you, why isn’t he moving?
You let out a small breath, trying to laugh it off. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”
That familiar smirk tugs at his mouth, taking the opening to shift back into something easier, lighter.
“Pretty sure that’s the remnants of Jean.”
“Still blaming him even when he’s not here?”
You huff out a laugh, shaking your head, but neither of you actually create distance. If anything, you’ve drifted a half step closer again without realizing it.
Your shoulder brushes his arm and this time, neither of you pull away.
The air feels heavier, more intense. Like everything else in the apartment just faded out.
Not teasing. Not sarcastic.
Before you can overthink it, before your brain can catch up and remind you why this is a bad idea, you lean in.
The front door swings open.
You can hear his too fast footsteps heading right towards the kitchen “Why is it so quiet in-”
You jump back into the counter like you’ve been burned.
Armin freezes in the doorway, eyes flicking between the two of you, taking in the space, or lack thereof.
Eren’s eyes stay locked on the side of your face, and you can feel them slowly drag from your eyes to the base of your throat, where it bobs with a harsh swallow, and then back up.
Finally, he turns to look at your brother, lazy smile back on his face like he wasnt just eye fucking his little sister.
“How was the gym?” he asks, way too casual.
You turn back to the sink, grabbing your plate again to wash it, to do something with your hands.
“It was good..” Armin narrows his eyes just slightly, “…is everything okay..?”
“Yes,” you and Eren say at the same time.
Armin exhales through his nose, and heads to start making himself a plate of dinner.
The moment in the kitchen unfortunately didn’t change the fact that Eren Yeager can be the most insufferable man on the planet. A week has passed since that day in the kitchen and you can't even count on both hands the amount of times he had you flustered and yet furious.
Like that time you had sasha over, and he purposely blasted his music in the shower (the one you conveniently share thanks to the conjoined bathroom between your bedrooms) to the point you couldn’t hear anything other than Drake and erens off key rapping.
It took you banging on the door for five minutes before he turned it down.
Or that time when you were sitting in the living room reading, cuddled up on the couch, and Eren decided that was the best time to play a video game you haven’t seen him touch since he was in high school on full volume.
However, none of those moments come close to where you are now, 9AM on a Saturday. You’re halfway through brushing your teeth when the door to his bedroom swings open.
You freeze, toothbrush hanging out of your mouth.
You expect him to do what any normal person would do and shut the fucking door, but Eren apparently isn’t a normal person, because he just closes the door behind him and steps up to the counter next to you, reaching for his toothbrush.
“…youve got to be kidding me,” you mumble around the toothbrush.
“You absolutely did not.”
He grabs the toothpaste from the counter top, and squirts a line onto his toothbrush before wetting the top and beginning to brush his teeth.
Neither of you say anything, both continuing to brush your teeth. You roll your eyes and lean over the sink to spit, rinsing your mouth and placing your toothbrush back in the cup.
“Normal people wait for someone to finish in the bathroom before barging in.”
You open the drawer, grab your makeup bag and begin your normal make up routine.
“It’s not just your bathroom.” He says around his toothbrush.
You turn, glaring. “It is when I'm in it!”
He shrugs his shoulders, seemingly completely unbothered. “Then lock it.”
“Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had to barricade myself to brush my teeth.” You continue, “God its bad enough I have horse face stealing all of my food from the fridge, now I can't get ready in peace?”
He finishes brushing his teeth, spitting the foam into his sink. “You’re dramatic.”
“And you’re unbelievable.”
You watch as he places his toothbrush in the cup, right next to yours. You feel heat creep onto your face at the domesticity of the sight.
You expect him to leave back through his bedroom door, instead, he leans his hip against the counter and watches as you apply the foundation to your face.
His eyes flick over you. quick, but not quick ENOUGH. Something passes over his face, and your stomach flips.
You glance at him through the wall length mirror. “What are you looking at?”
He says nothing, continuing to stare at you.
You roll your eyes. “I SAID what are you looking at? You’re staring is starting to creep me out.”
He breathes out a laugh, "Don't lie.”
”Then why haven't you told me to leave?”
Your stomach drops, face warming immediately.
You heave an exasperated sigh, and turn to face him, dropping the brush back onto the counter with your arms crossed.
He doesn’t. He steps closer.
Your stomach feels like it’s competing for an olympic fucking medal, heart caught somewhere between your lungs and your ass.
“Are you serious right now?”
“Say it like you mean it.”
You take a step forward before you can stop yourself. You’re close enough to feel the next exhale from his lips.
He looks down at you, and you get caught in the way he drags the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip.
He smirks, voice barely above a whisper, “That’s what I thought.”
“Don’t-” it comes out weak, and you know he hears it in your voice.
Your chest rises, breath coming out in a short pant.
You hate him. You hate that he sounds calm. You hate that he’s not moving. You hate that you’re not moving even more.
“This,” you gesture vaguely between you, frustrated. “whatever this is.”
He takes another step toward you, close enough you have to tilt your head back slightly to stay looking up at him.
The challenge is clear in his voice, in the cocky tilt of his head as his gaze trails from your eyes, to your lips, then back to your eyes, and your heart is pounding so loud you’re sure he can hear it.
You don’t even know what you were going to say, and it doesn’t matter.
Before you can say anything else, his hand comes up, hesitating for a split second before he’s fisting the hair at the base of your skull, and tilting your head back to where he wants it.
A small, surprised sound leaves you, and thats all it takes for him to slot his lips against yours. The kiss is rough, all consuming and it knocks the breath clean out of your lungs.
Your hands reach up to rest on his chest, whether to pull him closer or push him away, you aren’t sure.
There are times in your life where the nagging voice in the back of your head stops you from doing stupid things, things that will burn your life to the ground.
Here, in your bathroom kissing Eren fucking Jeager, it has nothing to say.
You get lost in it, in the feeling of his free arm coming up to wrap around the back of your waist. Your arms reach up to wrap around his neck, and you pull him further into you.
His hand in the back of your hair drags down to rest on the side of your throat, thumb brushing right under your jaw.
You sigh into his mouth, and he groans.
Before his hand can drag any lower, the sound of a door closing shocks the brain right back from your vagina to your head, and you freeze.
Then it hits you. What you’re doing. Who you’re kissing. You shove him back hard enough that he stumbles half a step.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” your voice comes out breathless, shaking.
His chest rises, eyes locked on yours. His pupils are blown, and you hate yourself for staring at his kiss swollen lips.
“You didn’t stop me,” he says.
However it wouldn’t have mattered, because before either of you can say anything. a knick on Eren’s bedroom door rings echos through the room.
Eren clears his throat, and takes another step back. He opens his mouth to say something, but the knocking only gets harsher.
Your brother's voice cuts through the silence, “Eren come on! I’m not missing the walk out this time. Stop jacking off and let's go or I'm coming in!”
He watches you for a second longer, like he’s trying to read something on your face. Whatever he sees walks out of the bathroom back into his room.
You shut the bathroom door, and listen as he opens his bedroom door, voice already back to that neutral calm, “Cockblock.”
The laugh bursts out of you before you can slap your hand to cover it. You hear their voices fading as your brother laughs, and you look at yourself in the mirror.
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