eighteen |eren x reader| au

A/N: Listen to this as you read!~ www.youtube.com/watch?v=VRpzJa…

It was another sleepy, summer day. The old, willowy trees at the park seemed to be the only thing that provided shade and some cool relief from the sweltering heat. That was where you and Eren were that day, bodies incumbent upon the blades of the cool grass.

You were twiddling a delicate daisy between your digits, marveling at its simplistic beauty when the soft, golden rays of the sun feathered against its pure white petals. Beside you, the boy with the wide teal orbs had his tongue poking out at the corner of his mouth, and his brow knitted together in concentration, as his hand flew over the pad of paper, creating an illustrious image of you and the dainty blossom.

“Say, Eren?” you piped up, rising up from your lounging position. The said boy tucked the pencil behind his ear, and turned his neck towards you.

“Yes, love?” he answered softly, with a sweet smile gracing his lips.

“It’s been over a decade since we’ve met, hasn’t it?” you said, your mind flicking through the memories of your beloved childhood. A smile emerged on your peachy lips, remembering your first encounter with Eren.

“Ow!” you cried, rubbing the nape of your neck. Whipping around, you glared daggers into the person who had hit your neck with a cardboard sword. He had large, curious emerald eyes, and a mop of chocolate brown tresses flying in every which way. In his small hands was a small, handmade replica of a weapon from a popular television show.

“What’d you do that for?” you inquired, placing your hands on your hips.

“I’m a soldier and you’re a bad titan!” he replied cheerfully, adjusting his oversized cloak that draped over his feet.

“Now die!!” he screeched, prodding your side with little jabs.

“You’re crazy!” you shrieked, attempting to push the erratic boy away.

Finally, you managed to wedge your feet under his chest and push him off. He stumbled onto the ground, and his green eyes grew wide in bewilderment.

“Wow, you’re strong!” he exclaimed, smoothing out his costume. He held out his hand and grinned.

“I’m Eren,” he said enthusiastically.

Hesitantly, you took his hand into yours and shook it slowly.

“I’m (F/n),” you said, straightening your shoulders.

“I think we’re going to be great friends, don’t you?”

“As long as you stop stabbing my neck, weirdo,” you joked, linking your arm with his.

He burst out laughing, and soon you were laughing hysterically by his side. He seemed friendly enough, and looked like he was a fun person.

What you didn’t know was that you would share many more laughs and tears together.

“Oh, geez, (F/n), don’t remind me about that,” Eren winced, setting his sketchbook down.

“You were such a dork,” you snickered, earning yourself a flick to the forehead.

“Shut up,” he flushed a soft pink and pulled you under his arm. “But I’m your dork, right?”

“Of course.”

Eren pressed his lips to your temple and sighed in content. A soft breeze caressed the surface of your skin, making you feel revived and refreshed. He took the delicate flower from your hands and tucked it behind your ear. His hand trailed through your silky locks of (h/c) hair, and twirled the tips around his fingers.

“Did you know that it’s been six years since I’ve loved you?” he whispered in a dulcet tone.

“Six years…” you frowned. What about the earlier ones?

He sensed your discomfort, and shook his head. “You were my best friend and companion for those first twelve years before.”

“Oh.” You murmured, relaxing further into Eren’s side.

“I’ve loved you since we were eighteen, (F/n).” A rosy hue tinted your cheeks when he spoke those words. He placed a gentle peck on your lips and rested his head on yours.

“And I’ll love you forever.”