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(Drabble) Key (Eren x Reader)

x x x

The sun was probably aware of the terrible hangovers across the tristate area, and decided to be kind. It was Saturday and the sun shined through the windows, spilling its honey-golden lights. It was bright, but not annoyingly bright that I'd want to cover it up with a curtain. I was looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling with my squinted eyes. My black dress was stripped off me and instead, I wore an oversized tee that reached my thighs. It was probably the tee that I bring to every party I go to, just in case I sleep over and I don't want to sleep in uncomfortable dresses.

"Right," I thought. "There was a party at Erwin's... He became head of his company and... And I couldn't go home because I was too drunk..."

It was the usual, really. I get so drunk that I can't drive, and there really was no way for me to get home. I stay at Erwin's guest room (or Petra's, or Marco's, depending on where the party was held) and I help clean up after the chaotic party the next day. I reached over to the digital alarm clock and looked at the time. It was 10:52 AM and I sighed, setting the clock back onto the coffee table. Just then, the clock hit a metal of a sort. Pulling myself out of bed, I inspect it. It was a key, and it had a small piece of paper attached to the key holder.

From: Your Boyfriend
To: My Girlfriend

It was obviously Eren's handwriting, but couldn't understand why he’d give me… Oh. Wait, shit did I seriously tell Eren… I know I do ridiculous things while I get drunk by honestly...

x x x

“And theeeen Hange replaced fucking Shorty’s bleach with, with melted marshmallows! It was soooo funny. You shoulda seen his face.”

I hiccuped before slamming my sixth can of beer on the kitchen counter while Petra sheepishly laughed before calling for Eren.

“I think your girlfriend needs to rest up.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

Eren scooped me off my feet while I giggled like a little girl, flailing my libs in the air like a madman. Eren shushed me while he took me to one of the guest rooms, shutting the door behind him with his shoes. Laying me gently down on my back, he tucked my hair behind my ears.

“I’m hot, Eren.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I mean, like, sweaty hot.”

“I know.”

I grumbled. We dated for about half an year now, and our relationship was rather stable. We had quarrels here and there, we had sex a couple times, we cuddled a lot, but I felt like I wanted more of him. Was it because of our jobs? We go to the same company, but we work on different floors and we only see each other during lunch time, weekends, or after work for a little walk before we both head home for another day at our jobs.

“Turn around, __(name)__.”

Laying on my chest, Eren began to unzip my dress and helped me crawl out of it. Taking my large Avengers shirt out of my bag, Eren pulled it over my head.

“__(name)__?”

Eren asked, as I refused to put my head through the shirt. I hid myself under the shirt, and we sat in silence.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“No! I mean, I really, really, love you.”

“What are you going on about?”

“I want to be with you more, Eren… I want more of you. I want to be with you 24/7. I don’t want to wake up in the morning all alone.”

x x x

Huh. The keys to his apartment. I recalled how I cried into his warm chest and we hugged each other for a really, really long time. I don’t remember what I did after that, though… As I tried to get of the bed, my hips started to ache. Oh, right. We also had sex.

“You’re awake!” Eren said. “I hope you like my present.”

“I love it. You better help me pack my stuff though.”

“I will, I will.”

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(Drabble) Key (Eren x Reader)

x x x

The sun was probably aware of the terrible hangovers across the tristate area, and decided to be kind. It was Saturday and the sun shined through the windows, spilling its honey-golden lights. It was bright, but not annoyingly bright that I'd want to cover it up with a curtain. I was looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling with my squinted eyes. My black dress was stripped off me and instead, I wore an oversized tee that reached my thighs. It was probably the tee that I bring to every party I go to, just in case I sleep over and I don't want to sleep in uncomfortable dresses.

"Right," I thought. "There was a party at Erwin's... He became head of his company and... And I couldn't go home because I was too drunk..."

It was the usual, really. I get so drunk that I can't drive, and there really was no way for me to get home. I stay at Erwin's guest room (or Petra's, or Marco's, depending on where the party was held) and I help clean up after the chaotic party the next day. I reached over to the digital alarm clock and looked at the time. It was 10:52 AM and I sighed, setting the clock back onto the coffee table. Just then, the clock hit a metal of a sort. Pulling myself out of bed, I inspect it. It was a key, and it had a small piece of paper attached to the key holder.

From: Your Boyfriend
To: My Girlfriend

It was obviously Eren's handwriting, but couldn't understand why he’d give me… Oh. Wait, shit did I seriously tell Eren… I know I do ridiculous things while I get drunk by honestly...

x x x

“And theeeen Hange replaced fucking Shorty’s bleach with, with melted marshmallows! It was soooo funny. You shoulda seen his face.”

I hiccuped before slamming my sixth can of beer on the kitchen counter while Petra sheepishly laughed before calling for Eren.

“I think your girlfriend needs to rest up.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

Eren scooped me off my feet while I giggled like a little girl, flailing my libs in the air like a madman. Eren shushed me while he took me to one of the guest rooms, shutting the door behind him with his shoes. Laying me gently down on my back, he tucked my hair behind my ears.

“I’m hot, Eren.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I mean, like, sweaty hot.”

“I know.”

I grumbled. We dated for about half an year now, and our relationship was rather stable. We had quarrels here and there, we had sex a couple times, we cuddled a lot, but I felt like I wanted more of him. Was it because of our jobs? We go to the same company, but we work on different floors and we only see each other during lunch time, weekends, or after work for a little walk before we both head home for another day at our jobs.

“Turn around, __(name)__.”

Laying on my chest, Eren began to unzip my dress and helped me crawl out of it. Taking my large Avengers shirt out of my bag, Eren pulled it over my head.

“__(name)__?”

Eren asked, as I refused to put my head through the shirt. I hid myself under the shirt, and we sat in silence.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“No! I mean, I really, really, love you.”

“What are you going on about?”

“I want to be with you more, Eren… I want more of you. I want to be with you 24/7. I don’t want to wake up in the morning all alone.”

x x x

Huh. The keys to his apartment. I recalled how I cried into his warm chest and we hugged each other for a really, really long time. I don’t remember what I did after that, though… As I tried to get of the bed, my hips started to ache. Oh, right. We also had sex.

“You’re awake!” Eren said. “I hope you like my present.”

“I love it. You better help me pack my stuff though.”

“I will, I will.”