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✈︎ 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘯𝘺

       ✐ᝰ...𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 slides open, you stepped out and lead the way down the hallway that took you to your apartment. eren followed you closely, his eyes wandering down your figure that he was towering behind.

the warm lighting of the hallway caught your figure in each spotlight, erens attention firstly being drawn to the tattoos that traced your skin. your shorts that rode a bit higher, were swallowed by your thighs as you walked. the same shorts revealed the delicate design of a butterfly that was inked on the outer part of your thighs.

eren's awed eyes flickered to the butterfly before they traveled up to your right arm, where additional tattoos wrapped around your shoulder and bicep. the designs were so clean, images of veins and flowers and words that perhaps were personal to you.

"hollon, you got tattoos?" his gaze went back to your butterfly tattoo and in his eyes you could tell they were filled with genuine curiosity, it only made you smile.

"oh yeaaah," you said, faintly smiling, "they're just all little reminders y'know. like for example my butterfly tattoo, it's about change and growth so that's what it symbolizes for me— going through so much issues in the beginning and as humans those experiences guide us to becoming more beautiful and better."

you didn't mean to start yapping but it didn't matter because eren was listening all the way through. he nodded slowly, watching your acrylics graze over your butterfly tattoo as he took in the information you planted in his mind. he was impressed by every tattoo you showed him on your arm, basically giving him a mini tattoo tour.

"you just got finer girl," eren said, his voice more playful. you sucked your teeth, your main emote to pull when eren does his flirting shit on you and instantly he responds to your reaction since he already knows what that meant, "nah im serious, you just hit next level for me."

"mhm," you hummed, still not convinced that you believe a damn thing that came out his mouth. as you pushed the door open, you glanced over your shoulder, "maybe i'll take you to get your first tattoo."

eren followed you inside, his footsteps were slow as he shrugged off his jacket to hang it up at the coat racks near the door. when you turned around, you couldn't help but take a look at his bare arms. not a single sighting of ink marked on his smooth tanned skin— just toned and leaned muscles that flexed with his movements beneath his fitted black tee.

your eyes followed the glint of his gold chain as it swayed slightly while he bent down to take his shoes off. he was focused, yet patient with himself, his hair strands falling forward partially covering his face.

eren caught your staring when he rose back up and awkwardly as you are, you attempted to make it seem like you weren't. but before he could even say anything about your stares he reverted back to your suggestion of getting a tattoo.

his face went all twisted at the thought of the needle beating against his skin. his shoulders shuddered as though imagining it was painful enough, "ehh, ion know," he dragged his words out.

"what? pretty boy scared?" you smirked.

eren's eyebrows raised at the nickname you gave him, he froze for a second at that, "pretty boy?" his lips couldn't defeat the smile that began to plaster across his face. he folded his arms across his chest, the motion unintentionally flexing his biceps even more, "ahhh, that's what you think of me now?"

you shrugged, trying to hide your amusement at his reaction.

"how long you been thinking that, huh? pretty boy?" his smile broke and there he was just grinning all in your face. you scoffed at eren's attempt to trying to trap you into showing some type of attraction to him since lately you've been playing real hard to get.

"don't gas ya head up too much, it's just a nickname," you walked towards the kitchen for a quick drink to for eren, eren trailing behind you.

"okay but you said it like you meant it," eren shot back, eyeing you as you opened your cabinet door to grab a glass for him. he leaned against the counter, "pretty boy this, pretty boy that. imma still believe that you was holding that one in for a minute."

you spun back around, "you done yet?" you knew he wasn't done yet, not sure why you even asked that.

"nah," he answered, not to your surprise, "now that i'm thinking about it, a pretty boy like me with no tattoos is a plot twist, you think?"

"you say that like you wouldn't eat with one, it might enhance your appearance," your nails drummed against the glass cup as you leaned against the fridge behind you, facing eren.

"should i get something small? or go all in with a full sleeve?"

you tilted your head, pretending to think over the options, "nah a full sleeve might be too much for you if you're getting your first tattoo. maybe get something simple, not too small though."

eren hummed, actually thinking about it and that's only if you'd go with him too. maybe book yourself an appointment, "i like the nickname though, pretty boy. only because it's coming from you."

you grinned at him as you pushed yourself off your fridge, "yeah yeah, whatchu tryna drink 'ren?"

"milk please," eren replied. you shot your body straight back up and you sent him a puzzled glance, milk? is he serious?

"milk?" you blinked, caught off guard.

"yeah, you don't got none?" he said confidently, pushing himself off the counter and standing behind you to look in your fridge himself.

"yeah but..." you words trailed off as you realized there was no point on questioning this man because when you looked up at him he looked dead serious— eren does not play bout his milk, something you picked up real quick in the last 30 seconds. you let out a sigh and grabbed the gallon of milk for him, his grin widening like a kid as he watched you pour the liquid into his glass.

"happy now?" you muttered, watching him take a big sip. the way the milk left a white mustache on his upper lip made you crack a smile, giggling softly too.

"let's get a tattoo together next weekend," said eren casually. you wasn't opposed to going with him, you actually thought it be so funny to see his raw reaction of squirming in his seat while the needle hit his skin.

"hm okay, i'm down."

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       ✐ᝰ...❝𝐎𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐈𝐈𝐈𝐈𝐈𝐈𝐈𝐓!❞ eren shouts as he walked into your room, his echoing voice bouncing against the walls. you quickly hush him, gesturing for him to keep it down, "eren shut up!"

eren stared at you confused, "wait why?" and before you could even explain anything to eren, heavy footsteps stomping towards your door made you groan softly under your breath. a split second later, the door swings open with force and revealed hakeem to be standing at the door frame. the room went silent, him and eren making eye contact.

"y/n, this the white boy that almost ran ya ass over?" hakeem's voice was sharp with a slight teasing tone that he always adds when he boutta stir some shit up.

"oh my- hakeem yes it is," you muttered, rolling your eyes as you walked up to him, hands outstretched, hoping the gesture would get him to not do the most. but hakeem was already breezing past you , fully ignoring you and locked eyes with eren to size him up.

eren, taken aback by how bold hakeem was, furrowed his brows and looked down at him, "white boy?" he repeated.

hakeem stood with his chest out and a hand by his hip, he didn't flinch a single inch, "ain't that what you is?" hakeem went for the attempt to check eren but eren was quick to diffuse it. hakeem adds, "problem?"

eren opened his mouth, clearly finding the right words but all that came out was a chuckle, "nah i'm just saying why you got-" and before eren could even finish his sentence, he was stopped by hakeem's hand that was raised in his face.

"enough," hakeem flipped his hand over and started making the 'give me' gesture with his fingers, his eyes locked on eren, "pay up."

eren blinked , completely thrown off with hakeem's demands, "pay up? for what?" hakeem didn't break eye contact, but amused by eren's confusion.

"you almost ran over my homegirl right? this is reparations. hand some over to make up for the trouble you almost caused in my life!" you stared at hakeem in disbelief, while a grin was plastered on his face. not a hint of seriousness in his voice.

"you're using my almost death as a bribe!?" you crossed your arms as you walked up to the two, "hakeem you're not real bro."

hakeem shrugged, still holding his hand out, "i'm just saying, somebody gotta keep him on his toes. out here thinking he can almost kill mothafuckas 'round hea!"

eren looked at you for help, "is this for real?"

you sighed and rubbed your temples, taking a seat at the edge of your queen sized bed. with hakeem, shit went through one ear and out the other. if he wanted something, he was gonna get it. no didn't sit right with him.

eren still torn with confusion, he took his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out a few bills, "here," he held the money out to hakeem, who immediately snatched it with a satisfied smirk.

"appreciate it!" hakeem said, shoving the money into his pocket. you stared at both of them in disbelief, and playfully hit eren's arm when you stood right on up to stand next to him.

"eren, why'd you actually give him money!?" you asked eren. eren shrugged nonchalantly, "it's only $20, i can always get that shit back."

"nice meeting you white boy!" hakeem sent a wink to eren and went on his way out your room, the door closing shut behind him with a soft thud. eren stood there, an amused grin on his face, while you, on the other hand were visibly annoyed, your fingers touching your temple.

"i like him," said eren, still grinning as he turned around to look at you. eren saw your perplexed looked and continued, "he's kinda funny, bold and stuff. i respect that." your shoulders relaxed a bit hearing that eren enjoyed his first interaction with hakeem.

eren glanced around your room, his eyes scanning the posters on your wall with all your favorite artists and your shelves that had your belongings set on them. he was looking for a souvenir to take with him later when he leaves.

"what are you doing?" you asked, noticing him wander bout every part of your room stuffing his nose in anything that he deems interesting.

eren grinned, his knuckles drumming softly against your vanity, "i'm just looking for something to take, y'know, souvenir type shit," he said, his voice was teasing. he picked the bracelets that were scattered on your vanity. containing colors of black, blue, green, all the colors you can think of. he held them up like he was inspecting them.

"you're not taking my shit," you shook your head.

"okay but when you really think about it, you'll be gifting me," eren smirked, trying to convince you to actually consider letting him take a bracelet. you only staring at him, shoulders all relaxed and sending him an eye roll was enough to know that he got the green light. happily, he chose the black bracelet and slipped it right down his wrist.

"see, it suits me," he said, turning his wrist back and forth, the bracelet resting snugly against his skin. and just by everything that has happened since eren walked in your apartment, you could already tell tonight was gonna be a long, interesting night.

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