Take My Heart, Take Off My Clothes

Hi— hope you enjoy this Eren fic! I'm also on AO3 under the name lucyskeys, and on Tumblr under the name lucys-key. My other works are there, but I thought I would post one on Wattpad to see how I like it!

Here's a soundtrack for this story:
Why - Bazzi
affection - BETWEEN FRIENDS
half alive - blackbear
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Eren Yeager was a bad idea.

You knew it, and everyone else around you knew it, too.

You didn't listen to them.

Eren was distracting. He was stubborn. He was awful. He was amazing. He was passionate, distant, hot-headed, impulsive—he was everything that kept you coming back.

You couldn't even begin to count the number of times you had almost deleted his number from your phone. Your finger always hovered over the button, but you could never bring yourself to do it.

Being with Eren was thrilling.

He didn't always reach out to you. Sometimes you'd go days without hearing anything from him. But when he did, when you got that rare text from him asking if you were busy, you always dropped everything for him.

It was those times with him that kept you hooked. Like a drug addict, you'd always go back to Eren, craving the way he'd make you feel in those fleeting moments with him.

You weren't stupid. You knew what you had gotten yourself into with him, but you didn't care.

At least that's what you told yourself.

You told yourself you didn't care when Eren wouldn't always reply to your messages. You told yourself you didn't care when he would only text you at night. You told yourself you didn't care when you saw a mark on his neck one night that you didn't remember leaving.

And you told yourself you didn't care that he didn't see you as anything more than a friend, albeit with benefits, that he would hang out with.

You couldn't care, or else you would get hurt, over and over.

But he stupidly made you feel like he cared whenever you were with him.

You still remember the first time you saw him.

It was a weekend, and you were with some of your friends at a club near your university. You were sitting at a table with them when you saw a rowdy group of boys walk in. There were four of them: a tall one with ash brown hair, another, shorter, one with a buzz cut, and a muscular one with blonde hair.

Your eyes, however, fell immediately onto the fourth one.

He was fairly tall, and his brown hair was tied into a messy bun. He was wearing a dark shirt and jeans.

What struck you about him most were his eyes. Although the lights in the club were dark, you still knew what color they were. Bright green.

"Look who it is," your friend Hitch said when she saw the group of boys.

"You know them?" you asked.

Hitch nodded and took a sip of her drink.

"Yeah. The one with the long hair is Eren," she replied. "He's in my English Lit class when he bothers to show up."

You weren't sure how you'd never seen Eren or any of his friends before, but your university was big and there were probably thousands of other people you didn't know who went there.

Throughout the night, your eyes were always drawn back to the boy you learned was Eren. There was something about his mannerisms, the way he would express things, that was so captivating. You watched the way he would smile and laugh when one of his friends said something funny, and you felt yourself falling in deep before you had even said a single word to him.