𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 II Eren Yeager Fanfic

10

You woke up to the feeling of your face pressed against a hard chest, the prominent muscles digging into your cheekbones, the warmth of both your bodies pressing against each other, every breath in perfect sync. Opening a sleepy, encrusted eye you see Eren's face incredibly close to yours, his eyes closed as he naps peacefully. 

It takes you a moment to gather your thoughts and realize that Eren is your bed. Eren Yeager. Fuck. 

With as much tact as you could, you moved out of bed, your movements slow and your body filled with tension as to not make Eren. You disentangled yourself and moved to the couch, trying your hardest to make it seem like you had laid there all night. You didn't want Eren to know you two had slept in the same bed, your feelings about him were confusing enough already, and you knew that he would use the situation to remind you of his feelings for Mikasa. 

Last night, Eren had helped you a lot, you had thought he would have judged you but he seemed to really understand what you went going through. Whenever you thought about  But in some ways, that made sense, you and him seemed more similar than it had initially looked like

"Hey" you heard a voice mumble. Eren's voice was rough after the late night, he sounded like he smoked forty a day. "How you feeling today"
"A lot better. Look I-"
"We don't have to talk about it, what do you wanna do? What'll make you feel better?"

You furrowed your brow, casting into the deepest crevices of your mind trying to remember when you had ever done something to make yourself feel better. You used music to cope, but that wasn't the same. Music didn't make you feel better it kept you from getting worse. 

"I don't know, I've never really tried." Eren sat for a moment before responding, "You ever watched Superstore? I'm not gonna lie it's fire, and it usually always makes me feel a little better."
"No, but it couldn't hurt to try it out"
"Fuck yes, y/n I promise you you're gonna love it."

Eren goes and grabs his laptop before flopping onto the bed right next to you. He opens up laptop and logins into Netflix. 

Three episodes in and you're hooked. You loved all the characters, especially Cheyenne and Mateo, they were the funniest motherfuckers ever. Also, you couldn't help but feel a small smile play on your lips as Eren looked over everytime a joke was made to see if you were laughing, it was cute how much he wanted you to like it.

"You likin it?" Eren leaned over and whispered,
"I love it, seriously."

You both remain in the bed, limbs tangled up and breathing slow. The episodes pass by, the sun gets lower in the sky. You two had been watching for three hours, and it was almost six. "We need to go outside." You insist.

"But I wanna stay here with you,"
"Eren, we need to get some fresh air, it's not good to be cooped up all day."
"But I'm genuinely so warm right now, do we have to?"
"Yes, come onnnn!"

You try to pull Eren out of the bed in an attempt to get him moving, but his strong arms pull you back in, cradling you in the sheets. You're too busy laughing to attempt to get up again, settling for lying starfish on the bed with the promise of vengeance. Vengeance some other time. In the near future. Ok, the distant future. Fine, next lifetime.

"Stay with me" Eren grumbled, his voice low. You feel a shiver travel down your spine, although he definitely didn't mean to sound so inviting. It takes a while but eventually you convince Eren to come on a walk with you, wheedling him with tales of hot chocolate that would never be bought. 

Outside, the world is a snowy blur, the white flakes moving in graceful synchronized dance, swaying with the wind. The wind beats at your small figures, making your eyes water and your hair fly back.