TO THE BONE | eren yeager

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3rd person

" 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗟𝗟, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧? "

the room was filled with zippers opening and shuffling. she hadn't expected the man to say yes. it was a silly joke, one she thought wouldn't be possible. but here she was, sitting in a bed, half injured and eren yeager was digging into his bag. looking for weed. she let the noises from the tv and the sound of bags moving cloud her head before she was putting her interest on the brunet.

reaching into his duffle bag, she scuffed once he retrieved the item. a glass with a silver top, wrapped in saran wrap and laced with a clear plastic bag to control the smell. he really kept weed on him at all times. there was a separate bag as well, one he had to reached farther down to grab. it was a brown bag and filled with a bunch of things she couldn't see.

" your such a druggie. " she beamed.

" didn't you ask me for it? " he snickered and opened the brown bag, sniffing the contents.

" that's besides the point. " she retorted the remark and peeked to see the containments. was he a drug dealer? the blue and red lighters were easily excused once she seen the multiple packs of rolling papers. strawberry punch, grape jam, and the most astounding one. sex on the beach. the different color wraps were pretty, they had many colorful designs but could lead to a lot, like for example, suspensions and excuses from the depths of paradis univeristiy.

" you wanna roll? " he asked and threw the bag her way, barely giving her time to reply. oh, so he was trusting her with that. she nodded like an obedient puppy and reached into the bag. he was giving her free range. the most appeasing packages were the sex on the beach and strawberry punch. she could vaguely remember the taste of both, they were so bad, but so good at the same time.

" you have a favorite? "

" anything works for me. " he said and unsealed the weed, the air conditioning worked against them heavily. the smell of toxication was in the air and the laughs were heavy. if someone were to walk in, they'd surely think the smell was caused from the plant itself resided in the room.

" i see why you don't share, that shit's strong. " she said and opened the package. sex on the beach. the wrap smelled of vanilla and for a better word. sex. it smelled like an addiction, like a relapsing dream waiting to come to life. she licked her lips and looked towards the man whose eyebrows struck up.

" how'd you know that? "

" know what? "

" that i don't share. " his eyes were low, almost questioning her.

" i have my sources. "

" yeah, whatever. " he clicked his tongue and closed the jar back, keeping the container in his hand for the time being. he flushed his hand in the air and the girl took the memo, she scooted over, letting the man take the end of the bed.

" don't waste this, i paid good money for this shit." opening the seal, he used the jar to signal his meaning.

" only broke people worry about the crumbs. "

" y/n, " he sternly said, his eyes flashing dangerously. if she wasn't opening the plastic sealing, she would've probably understood his meaning a lot more. taking the stick out of the wrap, she unraveled the paper.

" hmm? " rubbing her fingers through the wrap, she prepped the brown paper for its needed contents. licking her lips, she eyed the man as he crumbled some of the toxin beneath his fingers.