𝙞𝙛 𝙬𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣
𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨?
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 she suddenly throws her "no white boys" policy out the window after meeting him.
eren x black! fem! reader (anyone is more than welcome to read)
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CHAPTER FOUR! "Eren, we shouldn't."
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"It's cold as shit," You winced, stepping out of the car. You and Jean approached Eren's house, shaking your arms to keep them from stilling. You inhaled sharply, tapping your acrylic against the doorbell once more, before bending your finger to push it with your knuckle. "The hell is taking his ass so long?"
"Probably taking a shit."
You raised your upper lip, rolling your eyes at his comment. "I'm whooping his ass when he open this door. Got me standing in this cold, black people is not built for the cold. Fuck wrong with hi—"
Your ranting came to a stop when the door finally opened, Eren standing on the other side. His hair was soaking wet, and he was dressed in a simple white tank top and a pair of Nike sweats. "You were saying?" Jean whispered.
You sucked your teeth, slapping his arm, "Jean, shut up."
Eren and Jean dabbed each other up, before Eren's eyes landed on you. "You look cold."
"Boy, move," You stepped inside, rubbing your arms as he closed the door. You slid your shoes off, neatly sitting them beside the couch so they were out of the way.
"So, what the hell happened?" Jean asked.
Eren sighed, "We mutually ended things. Like final time, over, done with. We're back to just friends."
Jean nodded, "Give it a month."
"Nah, I'm good, really." Eren laughed. "I don't see us getting back together, and that's the way I want it."
You and Jean gave each other a 'yikes' look before sitting down, you sitting next to Eren while Jean sat in a separate Chair. "I brought wraps. Unless you wanted to pack a bowl or something," Jean shrugged.
"Can I roll?" You asked. "Or pack, it don't matter."
Eren raised his eyebrow, "You can roll?" You scoffed, taking the wrap from Jean, and the grinder from Eren, placing it on Eren's rolling tray in your lap.
