MONEYTREES ☆ eren x black reader

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"Dude... You suck." You said. Eren was seated on the floor, head placed between your legs as he smashed the buttons on the controller. At his request, your hand was tangled in his hair.

He was at your apartment, his game system plugged into your TV. When he asked you to hang out, you told him that you didn't want to go anywhere. That's when he got the bright idea to come to you.

At first you told him 'No', looking at him on the FaceTime screen like he was crazy when he told you that he'd come over instead. But then he flashed his notorious puppy dog eyes, telling you that he missed you.

That's how he ended up on your living room floor, Xbox plugged into the TV, sitting as close as he could to you.

"What do you mean I suck? I could solo you in this game, easy." He glanced up at you, "Wanna play? I brought my extra controller just in case you got smart."

You furrowed your brows, "Solo me? If I get more kills — which I will, order me food."

Eren blinked, "What's in it for me?"

"If you win, I won't kick you out of my apartment."

He huffed, going to the menu screen. "You're probably gonna make me buy you food anyways."

"Exactly."

"So I really don't win? I'm just playing to see if you'll let me stay in your house?"

You nodded, taking the controller from his hands. "Yup. C'mon, Yeager."

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"What kind of wings do you want?" Eren sighed, scrolling through the Uber app on his phone.

You grinned, telling him the flavor. "Don't sigh, I told you. You can't beat me in my own house." You squished his cheeks together to tease him.

As he was opening his mouth to respond, his phone buzzed with a notification. You told yourself not to, but you couldn't help but look at the sender.

It was a random unnamed number, the person was spam texting Eren like they were insane.

"Damn.." he mumbled, clicking on one of the notifications. He clicked on the number, instantly blocking it.

"Why'd you block them? Who is it?" You asked.

"Sophie. I thought I blocked her number but she's texting me through somebody else. She hasn't done this in awhile."

You shifted uncomfortably, "Is it because of me?"
He pursed his lips. "Well... Yeah.." he replied, turning off his phone. As he was putting it down, he got another text. "Goddamn-" He cursed.

"What's she saying anyways?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. "Don't forget about the wings.." You mumbled the last part.

He turned to face you, sitting up to look at you. "She's like 'You hurt me' and stuff. She's fucking insane." He shook his head, going back to the Uber app to order the food.

"What really happened between you guys?" Your voice was small as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Eren cut off his phone, laying his head against your thigh. "It's a long story, Y/N." he told you, letting his phone fall onto the couch. He looked up at you, pursing his lips. "I wanna talk about us."

You brushed the hair out of his face, "What about us? Is something wrong?"

He bit his lip, "No. Just wanna tell you that I want you to call me something other than Eren..."

"And what is that?" You already knew he was about to say something corny.

"My boyfriend, maybe?"