stay (with me)
+ pairings: eren yeager x (fem) reader
+ genres and warnings: modern au + fluff my favorite combination obviously, eren is an asshole but i think we all knew that by now, this isn’t proofread i’m sorry
+ notes: i am once again giving you reworked drabbles until i finish my longer fics <2 the good news is i finally finished his birthday fic but i won’t post it until it’s closer to his actual birthday… as for everything else… well… i’ll get there eventually (hopefully) lmaoo
“You’re such a little piece of shit.”
Eren can’t help but smile, both rows of teeth on display as he takes in your out-of-breath appearance and less that happy face.
He thinks you look stupidly cute. You think he’s just plain stupid.
He leans against the doorframe, crossing one leg over the other and his arms over his chest; that stupid, shit-faced grin on his mouth growing by the second, “Pray, tell, my love, whatever do you mean?”
You’re huffing and puffing—both out of anger, and because you’re out of breath from stomping back up to Eren’s apartment (because, of course, the elevator would be broken). You swear you’re going to go to prison for murdering your boyfriend.
“Don’t give me that, Eren. I know you turned off my alarm when I was napping, which made me late, which made me miss my bus, and left me stranded here.”
“I wouldn’t exactly say you’re stranded.”
“I would. Because I am. And you’re admitting to turning off my alarm you little bastard.”
“I’m doing nothing of the sorts, in fact, I don’t even know what you’re talking about—what’s an alarm? I’ve never heard of that before,” Eren chuckles, far too angelic for someone with the soul of a demon, “But since you’re stranded, do you wanna stay the night?”
You blink. There it is. Only Eren fucking Jaeger would sabotage your nap alarm, and your one shot at taking the last bus back to your apartment because he’s too prideful (and shy) too ask you to stay over like any other normal boyfriend. Or normal human being for that matter.
“Are you—did you plan this? Do you think I won’t high-tail it out of here and get an Uber because I—”
“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you get in an Uber at this time of night.”
“Ten minutes ago you were perfectly fine with me dashing out here like a madman to catch a bus you knew I would miss. In the dark.”
“That’s because I knew you would come running back to me, my dear,” he grins, pushing himself to stand upright. He reaches out to put his hands on your shoulder, slowly pulling you closer to him, “Besides, there are street lamps. And I could see you from my window. Very safe.”
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