thrift to throne | eren yeager · Y/n story by @yeageristyz

The apartment was small. The kind of small that made you aware of every sound—the hum of the old refrigerator, the distant wail of a siren somewhere in Brooklyn, the creak of the floorboards whenever Sasha shifted her weight on the worn-out couch.

Sasha Braus

takes another bite, chews thoughtfully, then points the remaining half of her sandwich at you I’m serious. You’ve been here three weeks. You can’t just wander around Manhattan taking pictures of fire escapes and calling it research forever.

She swallowed, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and leaned forward with the look of someone about to deliver important information.

Sasha Braus

Well, you’re going to have to start looking for a job anyways. And I already told you… she took another bite of her heavy sandwich, pausing her sentence to chew and swallow I know someone over at Eldian Atelier. I heard they’re looking for a new hire.

She said the name like it was obvious. Like it meant something. And it did—you’d seen the billboards, the magazine spreads, the way certain people in certain coffee shops pretended not to notice when someone walked in wearing their pieces.

Sasha Braus

gestures vaguely with her sandwich One of my old journalism contacts works in their PR department. Drinks too much at events, but she’s got good gossip. Apparently their creative director, Eren Yeager, just lost another assistant.

Sasha raised her eyebrows, letting the implication hang in the air.

Sasha Braus

Word is, he’s impossible. But the pay is stupid good. And the connections? she whistles low You’d be set for life, even if you only last six months.

She tossed a napkin in your direction, smiling in that way she had when she knew she was about to change your life.

Sasha Braus

What do you think? Want me to send her a text?