More Than a Whole Brigade [Reader x Eren]Ch.14

Reader x Eren Jaeger Chapter Fourteen

(AN:I’m sick ((literally and figuratively)) and tired of making you wait I don’t care I’m doing this now because I’ve had enough I’m just going to make this cheesy even though I don’t like this chapter that much anyway. Idk, just find it too fast? I mean, Eren is a pretty persistent guy, does this even work out? I still think this is kinda fast actually. I wish I would’ve written a filler, but I don’t what it should be really. Anyway, happy reading!)

You didn’t know why you still couldn’t sleep, even if it was pretty late and you had a tiring day. The only light in your room were a few lit candles, which seemed to be bright enough to light only half of the room. Curling and uncurling your toes, you grimaced into the pillow.

You’ve had enough. Enough with the silence, enough with the questions, enough with the answers that never came, enough with the helpless feeling, enough with your fucking romance novel that sat on your desk, enough of Eren still on your fucking mind. You lay on your bed, prostrate, face in the pillows, sheets wrapped around your legs. You wanted him out but then wanted him in at the same time.

God, that sounded weird, you thought.

But anyway, here you were, sulking, unable to get the images from two days ago out of your head. Even in the cold and dark room your face felt really hot, some of it from your breath hitting the pillow and the heat and moisture hitting your face and not being able to breath well, and most of it because of the stupid god damned blush on your face.

You groaned into your pillow, the muffled noise creating an animal like sound, almost like a dying cow going through birth.

All you could think about was Eren. How warm and strong he felt with you pressed up against him in the tree where he comforted you, and also in the tree where you spoke with long ago. Your stupid mind was buzzing like an angry bee, telling you to get up and waltz on over to Eren and just make out with him. You didn’t really want to, since the bed was so warm, but so was Eren, but the distance between those two things? No, that wasn’t warm. In fact, it was quite freezing, and you would rather prefer to stay in bed than envelope yourself in Eren’s warm…comforting…embrace…

You groaned again. You couldn’t shake the sight of Eren shirtless out of your head. God bless those work outs of his and puberty. And the military. It made him like that. Hot as hell. Fiery. Burning. Hurting you. Flames licking your skin. Making you feel mm-mm good-

"Fuuuuuck," you whined again, angry at your shameless thoughts.

Why was it so hard? So hard to shake off these feelings? You just wanted to nap for the rest of your life and not have to deal with anything. Ah yes, sleep is the ultimate answer to every problem. The solution to everything. Oh, so I heard you’re hungry, you thought. Well why don’t you sleep? Got no money? Just sleep. Can’t figure out what shirt to wear? Sleep on it! Want to figure out if you’re in love with your best friend even if you already know but pretty much won’t admit it and you have all these feelings that make finding the answer even worse and what double it is that you’re both in the military so, HA, either of you could die? Haha, no problem- just sleep!

Sleep is for the weak, you bitterly thought to yourself.

You made the difficult decision to do what Armin said and talk to Eren. You were going to talk to him! Right… now!

Still you made no move to get up.

Okay, __, you could do this. You’ll get up in three…two…one!

Your finger twitched at one. You sighed loudly into the pillow. You guessed sleep was a better option. Face still in your pillow, you closed your eyes, trying to relax. In just a few minutes, you felt yourself pull into the darkness of sleep. You were almost on the verge of loosing consciousness when the door burst open.

Too tired to even look who it was, you didn’t bother to lift your head, only listen and pretend you were asleep.

”__,” the person said, and you recognized it right away, eyes shooting open. That was useless since all you could see was white because of the pillow.

You groaned, making sure to make it sound like a dying cow again, already knowing who it was. “What do you want, Jaeger?”

"Look, I’ve had enough and I know you’ve had enough, too. I know you’ve been avoiding me these past few days-"

"No I haven’t-" you argued, turning your head to look at Eren.

"Stop lying. I know you have. I’ve made you feel like crap."

"Cut to the chase already."

"I just want to say I’m sorry!" he apologized, making you freeze.

"For…?" you pressed.

"Saying we should put off our friendship…"

"And…?"

"I’m pretty sure that’s all."

You sat up and looked up at Eren, who stood right in front of you. He looked so relieved to see you, or maybe it was because he was finally talking to you. You narrowed your eyes. “Why did you say those things in the first place?”

He averted your gaze and sat beside you, slumped, on the bed. “I thought you didn’t want to be friends and I…just….”

"Of course I don’t want to be friends," you said.

"Huh? Really?" His eyes locked on yours and you blushed, holding his gaze.

"I wanted to be… We could probably be more. I-if you want,” you stammered, “I mean, it’s totally u-up to you if…you know.”

He stared at you. “W-wait, are you asking me if…?”

You nodded, face heating up and feeling more awkward than ever. God dammit.

He turned red, sputtering nonsense. “I-I, of course, I mean…y-you want t-to then, er, we c-can…um.”

You looked away, unable to hold his penetrating gaze any longer. You propped your elbow on your knee and leaned forward, cheek in palm. “Can I just ask something?” you asked.

"W-what?" You heard him swallow.

"Who sent you over?"

He paused. “No one.”

"Really? So Armin didn’t shove you through my door?"

"N-no. I came here on my own. I just…ugh, what do they say? Couldn’t stay away from you?"

"You broke into my room," you muttered.

"There’s no sign of forced entry, __."

You snorted, and then it got quiet. Awkwardly quiet. This was what you were trying to avoid the whole time.

”__.”

You glanced at him, only to find him staring at the wall in determination, brows furrowed and bottom lip sticking out in thought. You felt his arm find its way across your shoulders and resting at the back of your neck. You already knew what he was doing, but it still caught you off guard. He pulled you to him, but you leaned in the rest of the way, eyes fluttering closed when-

Bonk!

You pulled back, clutching your forehead. “God, Eren, what the fuck!?”

He groaned, rubbing his head. “Ow!”

"Way to ruin the god damn moment! Great job!" you said, blushing. "Why were you leaning in so quickly?"

He glanced at you from below his hand. “I thought you were…”

You bit your lip, realizing you had almost kissed Eren again. You glanced at him, finding him blushing just as much, his eyes trained on yours. “You wanna try that again, Jaeger?” you asked, serious.

"Like you said: the moment’s gone-"

"Oh my god, Eren, just get over here," you ordered, a grin on your face.

He grinned, too, leaning forward, getting closer and closer. Closing your eyes, you felt his lips brush yours into they fit onto them perfectly, like they belonged there. You kissed him back, more confident than ever. His hand laid on the small of your back, pulling you closer, the other lying on your face, cupping your cheek. Your heart fluttered into your throat, making you smile against his lips and you reached up, tangling your hand in his hair.

You kissed for what seemed like hours, mouth moving against his, stealing his breath in revenge for him taking yours. Finally you pulled away, breathless. He was breathing heavily, hair a little messed up, eyes gazing at you, heavy lidded. You sighed in relief, happy to get the constricting feeling in your chest gone. Good riddance. Your lips tingled, missing the feeling of being pressed against Eren’s.

”__, you’re beautiful,” Eren murmured, cheeks tainted with color.

You froze, the words coming from his mouth causing your heart to race up. Cheeks aflame, you looked away. “T-thank you…”

He only smiled and pressed his forehead to yours, thumb tracing your jawline. You breathed in, inhaling his scent.

"Do you really want to do this?" you asked.

"I’ve wanted to do this for a long time," he said, eyes gazing into yours.

You smiled. “If you ever say anything as stupid like that night then I’ll kick your ass.”

He laughed lightly. “You’ve only beaten me once out of the hundreds of times I’ve won our matches.”

"Is that a challenge?" Your eyes glinted mischievously.

He rolled his eyes. You smiled and kissed him again, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you back, pulling you closer. Kissing him was so nice. You could do it forever. But all you wanted to do was sleep, actually. You pulled back slightly, making Eren whine. You rolled your eyes, giddy, and stood. He watched as you flopped back into bed, kicking the sheets so they wrapped around your legs.

"What’re you doing?" Eren asked, confused.

"Sleep. It’s late."

He only stared at you before removing his jacket and kicking off his boots, surprising you. You had expected him to leave when you had said that. You only watched as he went under the covers with you. He caught your gaze.

"What?" he asked.

"N-nothing, I just thought you’d go back to your room," you answered.

"Oh." A pause. "Do you want me to?"

'Hell no. I finally got you here, like I'll ever let you leave. You're part of me forever, Eren,' was what you wanted to say, but instead you said, “No.”

He smiled. “Okay. It’s too late to go back to my room, anyway.”

He curled up next to you, arm lazily thrown over your waist. You held onto him and closed your eyes, waiting for sleep to come blissfully.

—

You woke up the next morning, eyes fluttering open, confusion the first emotion in your mind as you felt a warm body pressed to you back. You turned around, eyes gazing at Eren’s sleeping form beside you. His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm. He looked so calm while asleep, you realized. His brows were usually furrowed deep in thought of annoyance, at most times anger. Those turquoise eyes full of determination and life hid behind his eyelids, waiting for them to open so they may gaze upon yours. That mouth usually upturned in a growl of curled into a smirk was now just…a straight line. His dark hair cascaded around his face in those same curtain like motions. Your eyes traced his angular face and strong jaw, wandering to glance at more of his features. You looked back to his eyes, finding them gazing back into your (e/c) orbs. You blushed.

He blinked lazily, groggy. “Good morning, __.”

"It’s a good morning indeed!" you shot back with a goofy grin. Hella good, you added to yourself.

He smiled and you felt something warm bubble within your chest. You just now realized how much you had wanted to be with him. And now you had him.

"Should we get up?" you asked.

He only closed his eyes and pulled you closer. “Five more minutes. So warm…”

"Yeah, I know. Humans are generally 98 degrees Fahrenheit on average. Most of our body heat comes out of our heads and butts."

He snorted. “You really sound like Armin.”

You laughed lightly. “I know I do. And I’m proud of it.”

"I know. I’ve always liked that about you."

You grinned goofily, blushing. He was being so honest now. Was this because you made up? And, ehem, made out?

Eren sighed through his nose contently, obviously enjoying the moment you two were sharing. You smirked.

"Idiot; don’t fall asleep again. We won’t be able to get our breakfast."

"I mompf phare abouf breaphasst," he mumbled into your hair. You barely understood what he was saying.

"You don’t care about breakfast?"

"Mmm."

"How sweet. Now get up you piece of lazy shit."

He groaned, holding onto you tighter.

"Eren," you started. "Eren."

"Mmmmm," he hummed, shoulders shaking as he laughed.

You slid your feet over the edge of the bed, Eren still latched onto your waist. You rolled your eyes and patted his head, making him whine. You slowly edged closer to the side of the bed, dragging Eren with you.

"Eren, let go."

"No…"

You were close to the edge. “You stay and die falling off the bed or you let go and live.”

His grip around your waist loosened and you slid off the side of the bed , the sheets falling around you. “God dammit, Eren.”

"What?"

"Why’d you let go?"

"Wasn’t I supposed to?"

You laughed and stood, Eren doing the same. You bunched up the sheets into a ball and threw it onto the bed lazily. He helped you quickly fix the bed. When you were done, you stood back. He stood beside you, surveying your sloppy work. You glanced at the door as your stomach rumbled.

Eren laughed. “Come on, lets get something to eat.”

You held up a hand. “Hold on for a sec.”

You made your way to your door and opened it a crack. You peered into the hallway, which was empty.

"Uh, what’re you doing?"

You didn’t look back him. “Don’t you remember?” you began to explain. “You’re technically not allowed in the girls’ hall. You’ll be in trouble.”

He sighed. “Right.” You felt his hand on your head, causing you to turn to look at him.

"That or you’re embarrassed," he said.

"What? Of what?"

He rolled his eyes. “Of me, obviously. Or, well, us.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Why would I be embarrassed?”

He only stared at you, corners of his mouth slightly upturned in a smirk. You glared at him and shook his hand off of your head.

"Whatever. Lets just go," you muttered, checking the hall one last time before opening the door wider.

You felt like you and Eren were fugitives as you made your way down the hall quietly, making sure to look around often until you reached the end of the hall. You sighed in relief and followed Eren to the cafeteria. He pushed open the doors and let you in first. It seemed that you and Eren had woken up pretty late, so most of the tables were full or nearly full.

"I’m so hungry," Eren commented as he picked up his tray. You took yours.

"That’s what you get for wanting to sleep in," you replied casually. He smiled.

You spotted a few of your friends sitting at a table nearby, a few seats open. You weaved through the sea of tables and people to them, Eren behind you, and set down your tray next to Armin. Eren took a seat beside you.

"Yo," you greeted the blonde.

"Hey, __." His blue eyes shifted to Eren beside you. "Uhh…"

"We made up," he explained.

You sipped at your coffee as Jean, who sat in front of you, decided to seize the opportunity and comment, “I think she meant to say they made out.”

You spit out your coffee-partially because it was really hot but mostly because he was right-into his face. He gave a small yelp as the hot liquid made contact with his skin. The whole table turned to look at you as coffee dribbled from your chin. You stared back, horrified yet surprised at your action.

"What the fuck, _! That was hot!" Jean pawed at his face with a napkin.

"Sorry, uh, about that…"

"Yeah, of course you’re sorry! That hurt!"

"How was I supposed to know you were going to say that?"

"How was I supposed to know you’d spit in my face!" he shouted.

"Well, motherfucking toche!”

Suddenly Jean paled, as well as the others who sat in front of you. The room got very quiet and you slowly turned around, feeling a dark presence behind you. You swallowed loudly, seeing who it was.

"Noisy brats," Heichou growled. "As punishment for being foolish, you two are to wash the dishes and scrub the floor."

You and Jean started to argue, but the Corporal stalked off, his word final. You whipped your head back to Jean, finding him glaring at you. You glared back, eyebrow twitching in anger towards the boy.

"Great job fucking things up, __," he growled.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Jean," interjected Eren.

The two of you turned to look at him.

"I’m not talking to you, Jaeger," Jean said.

"You are now."

Jean paused, not knowing how to answer. Finally, he turned back to his meal, grumbling. You sighed and turned back to yours, strings of curses and insults forming in your head.

Fucking butt.

—

You were officially stuck washing dishes with Jean. You pulled straws over who got the real hard labor. You remembered your cackles when he pulled the shortest one, the look of disappointment oh his face just comedy gold to you. You scrubbed at the plates and stacked them onto the drying rack, which was more wet than dry. Man, you sucked at washing dishes. It was a matter of experience, not skill. You barely washed the dishes.

You glanced at Jean from across the kitchen where he grumbled to himself as he pulled the bucket of soapy solution around with him as he scrubbed the floor, a section at a time. You felt pretty bad for him. But then you remembered he got you two in this mess. Okay, it was partially your fault, too…

"Oi, __," he said loudly in the empty room, catching your attention.

"What’s the deal with you and Jaeger? I mean, if you don’t mind telling me. I just heard from Ymir that she saw him going into your room last night."

You paused in your washing, cursing Eren.

"Nothing."

"Uh-huh. Sure."

"Oh, shut up and scrub."

There was silence as the two of you worked, the only sound being the hiss of running water, the clinks of plates and cups, and hard bristles scratching the linoleum floor.

"Thanks, __."

"Hm?"

"You know, for the advice you gave us. I actually got somewhere with Mikasa!"

"Did you?" you asked, lacking interest.

"Yeah! And it’s all thanks to you. She was blushing, even if it wasn’t a lot, its still considered a blush right? I mean…"

You stopped listening, only pretended to. You mind wandered over to a certain dark haired boy that you knew was waiting for you to finish so you could hang out. You wanted to finish these damned chores, but who knew, maybe making him wait would be worth it.