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- #ALMOST YOURS.

part 3.

You stop answering his texts.

Not in a dramatic, “I’m done for good” kind of way more like the quiet kind. The kind where you don’t block him. You don’t curse him out. You just… stop showing up.

Because if Eren wanted you the way he claimed, he’d show up for you first.

It takes two days for him to notice. Three for him to start panicking. By the fifth, he’s at your apartment door like a storm you didn’t ask for.

You open it just enough to lean against the frame.

“Didn’t know we made plans,” you say, voice cold.

Eren looks like shit hoodie halfway zipped, hair messy, that cocky smirk completely gone. He runs a hand through his hair like he’s trying to think of the right thing to say, but ends up blurting:

“Why are you acting like I don’t care about you?”

You scoff. “Because caring in private only gets me so far.”

He steps closer. “So what, this is you ghosting me now? After everything?”

“No,” you say calmly. “This is me choosing myself.”

That shuts him up.

You cross your arms. “You only want to chase me when I pull away. But when I’m close? When I ask you to show up for me like I do for you? You fall silent. You play safe. You keep me hidden like loving me out loud is too dangerous.”

“I was scared,” he admits quietly. “Of losing control. Of losing you.”

“You never had me in the first place.”

That breaks something in his face. You’ve never seen him look so… undone.

“I don’t want anyone else,” he says, voice low. “I haven’t touched anyone else since you. I sleep in your hoodie like I’m the one being left. I keep checking your page like I didn’t cause this distance.”

He steps forward, slow, eyes never leaving yours.

“I fucked up,” he says. “But if you let me…I’ll prove I can do this right. No more halfway. No more secrets. Just me and you. Out loud. Real.”

You search his face. For the first time in forever, he doesn’t look like someone who’s trying to win he looks like someone who’s trying to keep you.

“…Then make me believe you,” you whisper.

And this time, he steps all the way in.

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x.o N - hey guysss I know this one is a little shorter but i actually am working on an actual fic! hopefully I’ll be finished soon but enjoy this for now.

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- #ALMOST YOURS.

Part 2. eren x black reader

You shouldn’t still be in his bed.

Not when his phone lit up twice with a message from some girl named Kay. Not when his mouth is still hot on your neck, like he hasn’t made you question your worth more than once this week.

But here you are laying on your side, chest bare, trying not to feel too much. Trying not to look too soft while he traces lazy circles into your thigh like this shit means something.

“You good?” he mumbles against your skin.

You shrug. “I guess.”

He lifts his head a little. “You guess?”

You finally meet his eyes. “What are we doing, Eren? Like…actually.”

He sighs, flopping onto his back. “We’re chillin’.”

You sit up, clutching the sheet to your chest. “See, that’s the problem. You say that like it’s supposed to mean something.”

He doesn’t answer at first, just stares at the ceiling like it holds the words he’s too afraid to say out loud. His jaw ticks.

Then he mutters, “You think I’m doing this with just anybody?”

You laugh, bitter and tired. “Eren, you can’t even claim me out loud. You act like I’m some secret.”

“You are a secret,” he snaps, sitting up. “Not because I’m ashamed, but because I actually give a fuck. The moment I make this real, it’s not just us anymore. People talk. Shit changes.”

Your throat tightens. “So what? You’d rather keep me in the dark than risk people knowing you care about me?”

He looks at you like you’re the only person in the world who could break him.

“I care about you too much,” he says, voice hoarse. “That’s the problem.”

You hate how fast your anger crumbles under the weight of his honesty. You hate that he can still kiss you like this slow, with that desperation in his touch and make you forget you were mad in the first place.

But deep down, you know the truth:

You’re his, almost.

And “almost” is starting to hurt.

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- #ALMOST YOURS.

eren x black reader.

no one pisses you off more than eren. you guys are in a weird situationship right now.. you wouldn’t call it friends with benefits but you also wouldn’t call it being single..

It’s that messy, in-between space where he kisses you like he owns you, but acts like he doesn’t owe you anything. One minute he’s grabbing your face and whispering mine in between your thighs, the next he’s liking thirst traps on Instagram and acting brand new when you call him out.

And yet here you are… posted up on the edge of his bed, arms crossed, jaw tight, while he scrolls through his phone like he doesn’t feel the heat rolling off you.

“You done sulking?” he asks, not looking up.

You blink. “I’m not sulking. I’m thinking about how dumb I am for dealing with your ass.”

He finally lifts his eyes, that annoying smirk tugging at his lips. “You keep dealing with me though.”

You scoff, standing up. “Maybe I’m tired of dealing with you.”

He grabs your wrist before you can turn away. “But you’re not.” His voice drops, rough and low. “You like this. You like me.”

You hate that he’s right. You hate how your skin tingles under his touch, how your stomach flips every time he gets like this — cocky, possessive, unreadable.

“I want more, Eren,” you finally admit, voice softer than you planned. “This halfway shit is starting to feel like nothing at all.”

He stares at you for a beat, unreadable. then tosses his phone aside like it never mattered in the first place. His hands find your hips, pulling you close, forehead pressed to yours.

“You want more?” he breathes. “Then take it.”

And you do because no one pisses you off like Eren, but no one makes you feel like this either.

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forever embracing the next bitch cs there ain't no competition. fuck my ex bitch don't get caught slipping. hos ain't fwm God is my witness. i'm the hottest and the motherfcking richest. I got ts from the negative, i’m a magician. you in yo feelings cus of a dummy that’s why yo money missing.

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