Bloom Later- Eren Jaeger x Reader [nsfw]

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You placed the teal vase that your friend Sasha had given you as a housewarming gift onto the translucent coffee table. It was your finishing touch, and you were finally settled into your first apartment. It was around 10am when you got finished with everything and you had started at around 7. The moment the finishing touches came together you could feel yourself become overwhelmed from exhaustion, the lack of sleep finally kicking in. The idea of having an entire apartment to yourself began to truly settle in, and the space around you suddenly felt massive. You were going to miss having Sasha around to cook midnight snacks for you, or insist that the two of you go dinner hopping. A long yawn escaped your lips, causing your eyes to tear up slightly, and you decided that it was time for you to get some coffee into your system. The memory of Sasha pointing towards a nearby coffee shop immediately came to you. You couldn't remember exactly where it was, but the area was small enough that you knew you'd be able to find it eventually. You headed for the door, remembering to grab your keys and wallet on your way out. There was only one other apartment on that floor directly across from yours, and you found yourself wondering what kind of person lived there- or what the decor looked like. There was always a lot that could be said by a person by the way they decorated their living space, it was like getting a glimpse into their world in your eyes. You made your way down the flight of stairs, greeted by the warm sun as you exited the apartment building. You paused for a moment and looked on either side of you, trying to see if you could get any identicator of where said coffee shop was. You noticed a few people walking from your right side with to-go coffee cups in their hands, so you figured it wouldn't hurt to start in that direction.

You walked for about a block until you saw the entrance of the coffee shop that Sasha pointed out to you earlier that day. Mentally praising yourself for your ability to find the place, you entered, immediately hit with the warm scent of coffee and hazelnut. The line wasn't too long since it was work rush hour, and most of the people that were getting coffee that morning had most likely already gotten to work. You ordered a small americano, figuring that you didn't need too much of an energy boost because it wasn't like you planned on doing anything that day anyways. Standing to the side, you texted your friend to let her know that you were at the coffee shop that she had pointed out. The two of you went back and forth for a moment, beaming over how fun it would be for her to visit you from time to time and how nice it would be for the two of you to get coffee together. You heard your order called, and you grabbed your drink from the barista, smiling softly and muttering a "thank you" before turning back to your phone. Without looking up you walked towards what you thought would be the exit, only to feel yourself bump into something firm. Your hot coffee was beyond saving, as it had spilled everywhere and you instantly heard a string of curses coming from in front of you, causing you to look up from your phone with wide eyes.

'Oh my god I'm so sorry I should have watched where I was going." You quickly made your way over to the coffee customizing station, grabbing a handful of napkins and tossing the empty cup into the garbage before turning back to the victim. As you dabbed his shirt with the napkins that you had, you felt his hand grab yours, gently pulling them from your grasp as he began cleaning himself off.

"You shouldn't walk around with your eyes glued to your phone like that. You should watch where you're going." He said calmly. You looked up at him, surprised at how attractive he was. If you weren't embarrassed before you certainly were now. It had been less than a day of you living in the new area and you had already managed to assault an attractive local.

"I'll pay for your coffee, it's the least I can do."

"I'll take a cappuccino. Large." You could tell he was trying his best to be nice about the situation, if it was the other way around you knew you'd be cursing them out in a fit of rage. You nodded at his request and turned back towards the barista- who had been stifling his laugh as he watched the entire interaction. After taking your order you were pleasantly surprised to see that he didn't charge you for your americano, figuring that the ordeal you went through was more than enough that you had to deal with for the day. You thanked him again, feeling your cheeks heat in embarrassment as you turned back towards the tall stranger, handing him his drink.