Hello Again (Cute Ereri One-Shots)

The Much Needed Advice (Part 1)

@leviiiscleaning posted an update (5/18/17 6:30 PM):

Advice?
I need to get some things off my chest and I recently found this site and hope that someone can help me. I'll start:

There's a feeling. Butterflies aren't anywhere near what I would describe what's going on in my stomach. It's more like wasps, stinging my insides. You may be wondering, what the hell could have possibly caused someone as stone cold as I to feel this way? One simple word, Eren.

I don't know or understand what it is about him that causes me to feel like this....there are so many things I adore about him: his soft brown hair, his beautifully green eyes, the way he smiles when I walk in, and the way his hands feel when they hold onto mine. I know, I know, it's a surprise to me as well. His voice and the looks he give me, good lord, I'm never able to concentrate.

I am going to end up losing my job due to this beautiful man running around in my mind. When I am trying to type up papers or sort out folders, all I can think of is how sweet his name tastes on my tongue. Sometimes, without noticing, I'll whisper his name just to feel it on my lips. Eren...such a beautiful name for such a beautiful person.

I met him one day in the office while sorting up the files before heading home. I can remember every detail of our encounter. He was standing in the doorway, hand in his hair, his beautiful green eyes laying right on me. He smiled brightly and I hesitated to attempt to walk past him. You see, I was in a rush due to the extra work my boss threw onto my shoulders that needed to be finished by the next day.

He didn't move out of my way. Instead he pulled out his hand, asking for a handshake. This was out of the ordinary for me, because no one, not even the new employees, want to be anywhere near me. I'm too frightening, my face is too stiff, and I am too cold-those were their reasons. So I was very hesitant when pulling my hand out and shaking his.

I can remember exactly how it felt touching his hand for the first time. It was warm, the opposite of my icey cold one. He had a firm grip and I could feel something else, something extra, something more...but at that time I couldn't quite figure out exactly what that feeling was. Our eyes met and I had gasped; they were so beautiful. The perfect shade of green that would remind you of the sweet, clean smell and look of a heavily wooded, untouched forest.

The small laugh that came out of his mouth was the most precious sound I had ever heard. We both exchanged names, my voice wavering and my words stumbling, which was nothing like how I acted with any other stranger. His lips were parted slightly as he smiled at me, which caused my mind to jump around along with my stomach.

I didn't know what to expect once he spoke. I didn't have any clue why he had been so excited to speak to me. What he said next came as a surprise. He told me that he was the son of an old friend of my mother's. His voice was warm and smooth, and all I could think of was chocolate...that's what his voice was, creamy milk chocolate. After telling me who he was, he explained that his mother had spoken to mine and had asked if it would be a problem if he came to stay with me. I don't entirely know how the conversation between the two of the went, but it was most likely her needing time away and my mother gave her my address.

This wasn't a problem at all, and I expressed that through jumbled words. Even though I didn't even know him, I was excited to have him in my house. It was almost like how one feels as a child when seeing their favorite Disney prince on the street (and by this I mean a person in a costume walking around the streets in a park of some kind), and you couldn't help but want to marry him now that you knew he was real.

Yes, I knew that everything I was feeling was cliché and seemed exactly like something out of a fairy tale, but I loved it. I wasn't who I normally was, I was happy and smiling every single day I came to work after that. We had gotten so much closer and I couldn't handle it at all.

I stumbled when walking through the halls of the office, and I would spill papers or mix up files because my mind would be on him. His voice would play in my head over and over, saying my name like it was his, like I was his- which I was, I mean, I am. This man sends chills down my spine without even being around, and I enjoy it more than anything.

The problem is, though, I am going to end up losing my job. My performance is low and my concentration is nowhere near as good as it should be. I can't stop thinking about how amazing he is and how nice it will feel to be next to him at home once I'm finished with work.

This is why I am posting this. I need some advice, I'm not sure how to allow myself to concentrate long enough to finish my day of work. If any of you could help, I would greatly appreciate it. Just leave some comments...or message me, or however this app works.

Thank you, I will post an update tomorrow responding to the feedback I receive.

-Levi