Sparks Fly (Eren X Reader)

The way you move is like a full on rainstorm
And I'm a house of cards
You're the kind of reckless
That should send me runnin'
But I kinda know that I won't get far


His fists clenched as his thick brows knitted together in concentration, bright green eyes staring down at the floor. You dipped the small blue cloth back into the basin of water, a small smile making its way to your lips. "In all honesty, you were the one who started the fight," you murmured softly, dabbing the corner of his mouth where a small red mark cut into his tan skin.

His orbs widened in disbelief. "Me? Jean started it! He was telling the others about the time I fell in 3DMG training!" he retorted. You let out an airy laugh, wiping at the dark bruise under his eye. The emerald hues concentrated on your features, which you tried hard to ignore. Although the task seemed quite impossible with him staring at you with such intensity. "I'm just glad you're here to fix me up after a fight," he said.


And you stood there in front of me
Just close enough to touch
Close enough to hope you couldn't see
What I was thinking of


It was odd that you just now noticed how close you were to him. Leaning in close enough to feel his soft breaths feather against your skin. You licked your lips nervously, immediately pulling away to dip the cloth back into the bucket of water. "Maybe I should get back at him," you heard him mutter thoughtfully.

"Eren, no-"

"Oh come on, he deserves it!" he said. He rest his hands on your knees and leaned forward. "You can help me too! We can get Armin to draw a horse head, and we'll sneak into Jean's room and put it on his face while he's asleep!" he added.

You turned back around to see his eyes bright with excitement and enthusiasm. He was also very close once again, not to mention his hands on your legs. "Well if we do get revenge on Jean, you shouldn't have a bunch of bruises and cuts on your face," you pointed out, placing a finger on his cheek to turn his head to the side. You saw him smile as you dabbed at a cut on the side of his face.


Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile


A sigh left your lips as you leaned back in the large plush chair. Raindrops decorated the window's clear glass, racing down to the bottom. The sky's grey hue seemed almost peaceful to you, despite its murkiness. A soft knock sounded at your door before it opened, a familiar figure stepping into your line of vision. You smiled, adjusting your position on the chair to stare up at him.

"What're you doing?" he asked, looking out the window just as you were.

You hummed in thought and shrugged. "Just thinking," you said. He stared down at you for a moment, before moving to sit beside you. Although the chair was large enough to fit the both of you, it barely left any space between. He grabbed your legs and swung them over his lap so you sat facing his side. You couldn't help but feel your heart rate increase at his playful grin and bright green eyes.

"Thinking about what?" he murmured, focusing on your features with an intensity so strong it forced you to look away.

You were quiet for a moment, staring out the window. The soft pitter-patter of the rain on the castle echoed throughout the room, overlapping the silence with it's rhythmic beats. "Them," you answered.

He was quiet, unsure of what to say. "They died heroes," he finally said.

"I feel guilty," you murmured.

"... I do too."

You glanced over, seeing him stare out the window. He seemed almost pained, green eyes widening with what looked like horrific memories. You moved slightly, taking your legs off his lap and scooting closer to rest your head on his shoulder. "We'll be okay," you said softly. You reassuringly placed your hand over his, giving it a light squeeze. He responded by lacing your fingers together, placing his head atop yours.


My mind forgets to remind me
You're a bad idea
You touch me once and it's really something,
You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be.
I'm on my guard for the rest of the world
But with you I know it's no good
And I could wait patiently but I really wish you would...


"Hey! (Name), look! Armin drew that horse head! Let's go put it on Jean's face!" Eren said excitedly as he let himself in your room, a habit of his. His brows furrowed when he was greeted with an empty room, a small streak of light flooding out from a partially opened door.

Curiosity steadily growing, he walked over and pushed it open. A small candle was lit and sitting on your bedside table, flame occasionally flickering. You sat on the edge of your bed, hands rubbing your arms as if you were cold. Eren came forward, immediately kneeling at your side.

"Are you okay?" he asked, green eyes wide with alarm.

You seemed taken aback by his sudden presence, jumping a bit at his entrance. "Oh, yeah! I'm fine!" you reassured, standing. "Did you er... need something?" you asked, rubbing your red rimmed eyes.

He gave you another one of his intense stares, head tilting a bit as he studied you. "Tell me what's wrong," he said.

You shook your head, a small smile forming onto your lips. "I'm fine, don't worry," you said, giving him a nod.

"You're my best friend. I can read you like a book, just tell me what's wrong," he said, setting a hand on your shoulder. You stole a nervous glance up, catching his burning green gaze.


Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile


"But... I can't. I have to stay strong. For everyone, for me, for you. I have to stand my ground and stay strong or else I'll be weak. And you can't be weak in this world. We have to be strong and so I can't cry, I can't tell you what's wrong, I have to-"

He wrapped his arms about your form, pulling you forward. Your cheek pressed against his chest as he locked his hands behind your back. "You don't have to be strong for me," he murmured softly, pressing his lips to the top of your head. "I know you don't like to show weakness in front of everyone else, but with me you can. It's useless trying not to, I know you like I know myself."

You grasped the cloth of his shirt in your fists as you withheld tears, choking back the sobs that threatened to escape. "Let it out," he murmured, rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back.

If only he knew his mere presence was enough to calm your aching heart. But for the sake of making him happy, you released the river of tears that you'd restrained for so long. Although instead of feeling weak and useless, you felt safe and protected with his strong arms wrapped around your near-collapsed form.

He pulled away, wiping the corner of your eyes with the pads of his thumbs. "It's alright," he murmured. "Hey, I know what'll cheer you up. Why don't we go put Armin's horse drawing on Jean's face, hmm? Will that make you feel better?" he asked.

You laughed, staring down at the ground as you relished the feel of his hands cupping your cheeks. "Of course. Who wouldn't want to see Jean in his true form?" Eren grinned as he pulled you out the room, fingers laced with yours.


I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild.
Just keep on keeping your eyes on me,
It's just wrong enough to make it feel right.
And lead me up the staircase
Won't you whisper soft and slow?
I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show.


Sunlight filtered in through the window, small specks of dust dancing in it's glimmering hue. Your digits drifted through his chocolate-colored locks, brushing them away from his tan skin. His emerald orbs were concentrated on yours with the same entrancing intensity they've always held, forcing your heart to hammer away in your chest. They looked like gems in the sunlight. His dark lashes glistened in the yellow-orange illuminated room, only making his features brighter than they already were.

He was captivating, in all ways beside his looks. His undying passion and determination, his annoying yet adorable habits, his soft and sweet caring side, his fiery anger. He was unique, and it was enough to turn your stomach into an acrobat.

Who cared if he was called a monster, a demon, or a threat? Even if everyone thought he was a bad person, you'd still think there was good left in him. Was it wrong to feel so close to someone like him, someone who was so different? But... It felt so right to be around him, to have his head rest in your lap, to have his arms wrapped around you, to have his gorgeous green eyes boring into yours.

He blinked slowly, orbs darting about your features. "Are you feeling better?" he murmured as you ran your hand through his dark tresses.

"After seeing Jean freak out, yes," you said, earning a bright chuckle from him. You were quiet for a moment, deciding on what else to say. "You helped me a lot."

His gaze softened, a genuine smile forming onto his lips. "I'll always be here to help you. Just like how you're always here to fix me up after a fight with Jean," he said.


Drop everything now,
Meet me in the pouring rain,
Kiss me on the sidewalk,
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile.
Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile


"Always? ... But why?" you said softly.

He gave you a confused look, almost surprised at your words. He propped himself up on his elbows, knitting his brows together as his bright green eyes focused onto yours. "Why? Because I care about you. More than I can really say..."

"... Then don't say," you murmured.

He tilted his head to the side, butterflies fluttering around your stomach as a smile spread on his lips. "Alright," he murmured. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours softly. His lips were warm and slightly chapped, a few cuts you had tended to moving against your soft lips. The kiss was steady and gentle, almost perfectly so. You could've sworn you saw and heard fireworks shooting off in the back of your mind.

He pulled away, a small smile playing on his lips. "We'll help each other," he said softly.

You smiled, nodding in return. "Okay. We will," you said. He rest his head back onto your lap, pressing your hand back to his soft chestnut locks. He grinned, chuckling lightly as you ran your fingers through his tresses.


And the sparks fly...
Oh, smile...
And the sparks fly...