the boy next door

Chapter 20: October 31st

tw: same warnings as the last chap. plus verbal abuse; highly detailed. panic attack. very very vague reference to past s/a

cw: nsfw

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You walked past the dining room where your father was cursing someone out on the phone. You paused and he eyed you, viciously. You swallowed, and kept walking with your head down. Your phone buzzed while you were walking outside.

Levi: we need to talk.

You squinted, puzzled as to why he needed another debriefing. You glanced back at your house, then to the message. Something nudged at your conscience, a murmur. But you ignored it.

I'm having a good night. I don't care. Leave me alone, it's halloween.

I'll deal with this in the morning.

You rang his doorbell, riled with excitement and a bag full of makeup. Your exposed legs shivered in the unrelenting October wind. You wore a black leotard, tights—white cuffs around your neck and wrists. You saved the bunny ears in your bag for now. You had on Eren's black hoodie to combat the cold as it cascaded down your hips, although you left it unzipped—secretly eager to have him see you like this. In the words of Cady Heron: Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut.

Eren opened the door, nursing a cig. "Hey," he ogled your body and muttered beneath his breath. "Fuck..."

You looked away, grinning from ear to ear, enthralled with heat from the slow, suggestive sweeps of his gaze. "C'mere," he said, and you burrowed yourself in his arms. He shut the door behind you, sliding his hands to your hips—pressed with excitement to feel you. "You look..." he gripped your hips, "fuck..." was all he could manage.

You smiled, plucked his cigarette, and blew the smoke back in his face. "We've got work to do. The party's in an hour."

"Are you gonna tell me what you're doing?"

You started for the staircase. "A skeleton."

"I don't look dead enough already?"

You frowned and he folded his lips to conceal his smile. You hated when he joked about his pain, and he knew that—which is why he did it.

"Can you be serious? For like a second," you said, a stubborn laugh beginning to lurch through your voice from the absurdity of his humor.

"You're laughing." He walked beside you up the stairs and poked your cheek repeatedly to provoke you and you shook your head away, smiling defiantly. "I literally hate you, like actually."

He mocked your voice and you taunted each other all the way up to his room. The bed elicited a sort of foreboding tension, as you were alone together upon newly romantic terms. You were looking at it and so was he and you both knew what the other was thinking. You cleared your throat, "okay" you placed your purse on his desk, "sit here."

He eyed you up and down, causing you to recede, cornering you with his presence as he took a seat. Neither of you had talked about it; sex, that is. And this whole situation was screaming it. You were in an iconically suggestive outfit and Eren couldn't keep his eyes off you. He sat with his legs, 'man-spreading' (ugh i hate that phrase), enough whereas you could see his dick print beneath his sweats. Lord give me strength.

He was doing this on purpose, he had to be. You could tell he was relishing in having the upper hand, waiting for you to answer his taunts. "Gonna start?"

That depends on what you want me to start...

You took the makeup out of your purse. "Yes, give me a sec." You scrolled through your phone, searching for the reference pic. "I'm doing this," you said. He looked between you and the screen. "You can do that?"