𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖎𝖓 𝖄𝖔𝖚| Eren Jaeger x fem Reader

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔵

Y/n unlocked the door to be greeted with absolute darkness and silence. Normally, that wouldn't be something that unsettled her, but Eren lived with her now, and when she was out, he was always playing a game or watching a movie. Oh God, is he okay? Did he get kidnapped? Did he teleport back? Y/n took her shoes off and walked upstairs. "Eren? You okay, buddy?" No response. She got a little anxious but opened the bedroom door. She was met by a big ball of duvet and blanket rolled up on the bed. She gently tapped the ball and felt the firmness underneath. It was someone's back. Eren was wrapped up in that ball. Was he sleeping? "Eren? You awake?" Sniffles. That was all she got in response. So he is awake. "Are you okay, Hun? I'm a little worried." She sat on the bed and rubbed circles into the ball next to her.
"I'm just a little tired." Eren stated, his voice hoarse.
"Can you look at me, please?" The top of the ball shook from side to side. No. "Please? For me?" A sigh could be heard before the ball began to unravel, and Y/n was met with red puffy eyes filled, empty and listless.

Eren was met with sad, sympathetic eyes. "Aw Eren, have you been crying?"
Eren rubbed his eyes and turned his face. "Jeez, why'd you have to ask it like that. It makes me feel like a baby." Y/n's brows furrowed.
"There's nothing baby-ish about your situation, Eren." She said in a serious tone. He was slightly taken aback by her seriousness, but it felt affirming to hear. She took him into her embrace, and he hugged back, albeit quite weakly. "Is it the same reason as last time?"
Eren nodded. "I'm a murderer and a dead weight."
"I know that's what your head is telling you, but that's not true."
"Oh, come on." Eren pulled away from the hug. "Let's not sugar-coat, alright? I am a murderer because I literally committed genocide, and I am a dead weight because I sit on your fucking couch for hours at a time while I wait for you to come home from work like a dog," Eren growled.
"You are removing vital context, Eren. I could call myself a shit ton of horrible things that could 'technically' be true. A liar, petty, a crybaby, but the world isn't black and white. Situations have context. Cause and effect. If you leave that out, it's simply inaccurate." Eren couldn't argue with that. But his mind didn't really care about logic. It would still call him those things no matter how "inaccurate" it was. His eyes began to water.
"I guess so." She kissed his forehead, causing him to blush before going to her computer and putting some music on. After the storm by Kali Uchis. Eren tilted his head in confusion. She then looked through her drawers and grabbed two packets, small bottles of some type of different coloured liquid, a hair brush, and a small tub. She sat on the floor and pat the area in front of her, encouraging Eren to sit with her. He obliged.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"We're gonna pamper ourselves. Have a self care evening." She grinned brightly. He couldn't help but feel a smile tugging at his lips, even though his mind was telling him not to. "Come here. Let me brush your hair." Eren raised an eyebrow.
"Brush my hair. Seriously?" Y/n pouted. "Fine fine, whatever. Just don't do it too hard," he grumbled, turning his body so she had access to his hair. After a few little tugs and "Ow"s, the brushing became quite soothing. Eren could hear her giggles from behind him. "You're really enjoying this, huh?"
"Are you kidding? I've wanted to play with your hair since the day we met!"
He chuckled. He heard her get up and turned to see her gathering more things. "What are you getting now?"
"Hairbands, pins, hair oil," she stated. He rolled his eyes, smirking at her over excitement. She sat back down, pouring the hair oil into her hands and massaging his scalp.
"Oh... wow... that actually feels really nice," Eren moaned softly. Y/n chuckled. Eren hummed in pleasure with a smile as she worked her fingers through his hair. After she was done, she raked her fingers through the ends and rubbed the remaining oil into her palms.
"Face me." Eren turned to meet her eyes. Y/n nodded at her handy work, his hair glistening with a slight wet look. She grabbed two baby blue hairbands; one she placed on her wrist and the other she placed in between her teeth. She leaned forward toward Eren and gathered half of his hair, parting it with her nails before using the band to tie it up. She used the other band and did the same to the other side, creating two pigtails on Eren's head. He blinked at her, unimpressed.
"Why?"
"What do you mean why? You look adorable." She grabbed four white hair clips and placed a pair on each side, the pairs crossing. "Perfect!" She grinned. Eren wasn't particularly pleased that his hair was reminiscent of that of a five year old girl, but Y/n's smile was so bright. He couldn't help but not mind it. Eren scoffed, a subtle, genuine laugh hidden in his sarcasm.

Y/n led him to the bathroom, for them to wash their faces. She showed him the correct products to use and which order to apply them in. "A bit overcomplicated, don't you think?" he asked.
"The price of beauty, my friend."
Eren ran his hands under the tap, grabbed the bottle of soap, squirted some into his palm.... and scrubbed the ever living hell out of his face with his hands. "Eren! What are you doing!?" He turned to her, his eyes squinted and face covered in foam.
"Um... washing my face?"
"Be gentle!" She motioned slow gentle rubs on her face with her hands, and he imitated her, rubbing his face much lighter. After he was done, Y/n held his pigtails up as he washed the soap off. While drying his face, Y/n also began to wash her face methodically.
"How do you know all this?"
"My mum taught me. She's very much into the whole 'looking after oneself' thing."
After she was done, she grabbed some cream and rubbed it into Eren's face, him sitting on the lid of the toilet as she did so. Eren soon after did the same to Y/n. "Your hands are huge," she commented while his hands carresed her cheeks with moisturising cream.
"Of course they are to you, I'm six foot," he laughed. "Your face is soft."
"I try," Y/n replied.

The two walked back into the bedroom, sitting onto the floor. Y/n opened one of the two packets, pulling out a sheet mask covered in a mysterious liquid. Eren cringed. "What is that?"
"It's a face mask. It has a bunch of good things for your skin like..." she looked at the side of the packet."Hyaluronic acid!" She gave one to Eren, placing the other on her face. He watched her apprehensively before placing his on. The liquid was cooling and rather pleasant.
"Oh... this feels nice."
"Duh, you should trust me more." She rolled her eyes as she spoke. "Okay, let's paint our nails. Your hand, please, good sir?" She asked, placing hers in front of him. He took her hand as she looked at the "nail paint." "Which colour do you want?"
"None? Is that an option?" Y/n blew a raspberry at him, grabbing a nail file.
"Wow, your nails are long, Eren," she stated, now getting a good look at his hands. The free edge of his nails a few millimetres in length, not too long, that they were completely abnormal, but long enough to be quite surprising on the average male.
"Yeah, I guess so, I just let them do what they want."
"Okay, while I do your nails, ask me anything," Y/n suggested while filing his nails to an even shape.
"Like what?"
"I dunno. I figured... you know, since I know almost everything about you, you should know more about me."
"Huh... yeah, no, that makes sense." Eren thought for a second. "How old are you?"
"Twenty."
"Fuck, you're older than me?" He pouted.
"I'm afraid so little boy."
Eren glared at her. "I'm much taller than you."
"Say that to our birth certificates."
He rolled his eyes. " What's your earliest memory?"
"Hmmm..." Y/n thought hard. "I think probably pushing a girl off the slide when she was taking too long as a toddler."
"Pfft, of course you did."
"I felt really bad after!" Y/n glared at him before picking the small bottle with clear "paint" in it. She held his hand with her left and opened the bottle with her teeth.
"What's this called?"
"Nail polish," she stated while taking the bottle from he mouth and removing the brush cap. Eren sniffed the air and grimiced at the strong chemical scent.
"God it smells awful."
"It doesn't smell that bad does it?"
"Yes. Yes it does." She began to paint each nail. "So, where are your parents?" Y/n grimaced. "Touchy subject?"
"No no, you open up all the time, so should I." She sighed. "I love my parents, I do. But... they... they didnt treat me the best growing up and... they are having some issues between each other and... ugh." Eren's eyes softened. "They like using me to compete and one up each other. I didn't need that so... I left. I don't know if they're going to split up or not. But I mean I'm not an angsty teen anymore, I'm not bothered by it."
"You look kinda bothered," Eren commented, looking at her furrowed brows and noticing the slight tightening of her grip on his hand. She placed the brush cap of the nail polish back into the bottle, Eren looking at his nails, impressed with how shiny they looked.
"I guess. I think I'm being a bit petty though. I haven't called them in a while." Eren put his other hand out and she began filing.
"I don't think its petty to be upset that you're being treated like a pawn. You have every right to be mad."
"Yeah... I know. I just feel bad for them sometimes."
"I get that. You got any siblings?"
"Nope. Just me."
"Lucky," Eren groaned.
"I thought you loved Mikasa."
"Oh! Don't get me wrong, I adore my sister... its my brother I was thinking about."
"Ah, you mean Zeke?"
Eren groaned at his name. "Know it all asshole who loved to act like he ever gave a shit. All he fucking wanted was to piss off our father, who was already dead, for some petty retribution because of what? He didn't get a hug? He thought he could use me... fucking idiot." Eren spoke with venom in his tone and there was a murderous look in his eyes. Y/n shivered at how cold and angry he sounded. It was a side of Eren that she never got to see. Well... not in real life anyway. As Eren vented, Y/n felt her familial problems become insignificant, comparing his to her own. But one thing confused her. The way she saw it in the anime, it seemed like Zeke really did care, at least a little. Y/n debated if she should correct him but thought it better not, thinking it wasn't really her right as she wasn't really even there. "My family is a long line of control freaks." He paused, reflecting. "I'm probably proof of that," he mumbled.
"Hey." He looked up at Y/n. "Self care remember? Nice words about ourselves only."
"Right... self care."