Summary: A relaxing summer at home after your second year of college sounds nice, until someone comes back and makes it anything but
Pairing: Eren Jaeger x black!fem!reader
Warnings: none, just tooth rotting fluff, and a couple of suggestive lines bc once again, its Eren
Word Count: 2701
A/N: *sighs* this is the last chapter of the series. Jeez louise, this series was not supposed to be this long, also why did I make this epilogue so long LMFAO. So, this starts off two years after the current timeline, and then there’s another two years, but it’s mentioned. So the part after the second line divider is a total of four years later. LMFAO I hope this makes sense cause now I’m just rambling
Chapter Summary: It’s a happily ever after
"Proud of you, kid," Eren chides, flicking your graduation cap, making you swat at him.
"Thank you so much," you drawl, rolling your eyes, and he wraps an arm around your waist.
"But, seriously. I'm proud of you," he says sincerely, and you smile widely before he's pushing your cap up slightly and leaning in to kiss you.
"Ew. Yuck. Get a room please." You both pull away, Eren rolling his eyes as you chuckle softly, both of you turn to look at Jean, who has a disgusted look on his face.
"Okay, okay, we have to get pictures!" your mom says excitedly, and you groan as your body slumps.
"Seriously, Mom? You didn't run out of storage when you took pictures during the ceremony?" you complain, and she waves you off, pushing you to where she wants you to stand. You stand there while she seems to take a million more photos before she's pushing Eren and Jean your way.
Jean rolls his eyes as he walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders while Eren wraps his arm around your waist. You hear Jean slap Eren in the shoulder before Eren counters with hitting him in the side. "Stop it, you two," you scold, like they're kids, keeping the smile on your face, and Jean sighs before smiling too.
Jean walks away once your mom has taken another boatload of pictures, and Eren turns to you while Jean and your family talk. "I have a surprise for you," he tells you, and you raise an eyebrow at him.
"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" you jab, and he shrugs. "Where is it?"
"My apartment," he says, making you squint at him, and he chuckles before he moves to hover over your ear. "It's not my dick, but that can surely be arranged," he whispers, low enough for only you to hear, and you feel a shudder run down your spine.
He moves away, a grin on his face already knowing your reaction to his words, and you shove at him lightly before your dad announces that it's time to eat.
"Eren, I swear if it's some kind of sex thing, I'm walking out," you warn, and you hear Eren scoff in laughter and in mock hurt.
"A sex thing? Something on your mind, princess?" he asks, unlocking the door to his apartment.
"No, it just sounds like something you would do," you reply, and you hold your hands up when he puts his hands over your eyes. He slowly walks you inside, telling you to keep your eyes closed as he turns on the lights.
"Okay, you can open your eyes." You open them, blinking quickly as soon as you do to get used to the lights, and you look around the apartment, but you don't really see anything different.
You frown as you turn to look at him. "Is there something different?" you ask, genuinely confused.
"Look harder," he tells you, and you raise your eyebrows as you look around, trying to see if anything is different, and your eyes do a double-take when you see the coffee table.
You walk closer to it, and realization morphs onto your face when you recognize that it's the coffee table that caught your eye a couple of years ago. You could never forget it. "This is the coffee table..." you breathe, your fingers running over it softly before you look at him.
"I bought it the day after you saw it," he explains, and you scoff softly in disbelief. "Does it look good in here?" he asks as you walk towards him.
"I mean, yeah, I guess it does," you start, looking at the table before glancing around the room. "But what does the living room have to do with anything?"
He messes with his fingers, which you've learned is a thing he does when he's nervous to ask you something. "I want you to move in with me."
"Seriously?" you question, your eyes widening in surprise.
"Seriously," he repeats. "Doing the long-distance thing only made me realize that I want you by my side all the time," he admits, making the smile on your face grow, and when you know he's about to backtrack, you grab his hands to stop him.
"Of course, I'll move in with you, you sap," you say, halting his insecurities, and that big smile that always manages to make your heart beat just a little faster finds his way onto his face before he's kissing you breathless in excitement.
"I love you so much," he breathes against your lips, his hands squeezing your hips affectionately.
You huff softly. "I love you too, Eren. So much." He kisses you again, deeper than the first one, and you pull away. "Wait, my job," you realize, and he smirks.
"Already taken care of," he responds, and you frown at him. "I may or may not have found a sister store," he starts. "I already talked to them for you, and they'll transfer you over here."
You shake your head slightly as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. "Someone confident that I would move in with them?"
He gives you an easy shrug. "Well, you are like completely head over heels for me, so the answer was obvious," he drawls, and you shove at him lightly, making him huff softly before he's lifting your chin to kiss you again.
"Eren, can we finish moving in the rest of my stuff later? I'm tired," you complain, almost having to drag him to bed, the sun almost completely disappeared, and he chuckles as he lets you guide him to your know shared bedroom.
"But we're almost done," he argues even though he flops back on the bed, taking you with him, catching yourself before you can actually land on him before relaxing your body against his.
"We've been moving things all day. I'm not going anywhere," you say, nuzzling further into his neck as he smiles widely. You run your fingers up and down his arm until you reach his hand, and he laces your fingers together, bringing it up to his face to kiss your palm softly. "You have so many tattoos because?"
"I'm an artist, duh," he jabs, making you roll your eyes. "You should get one," he offers making you shrug.
"I've always thought about it."
"We should get matching ones," he says so quietly you almost don't catch it, and you lift your head up, resting your head on your hand as he keeps playing with your fingers.
"And what would we get?" you muse, raising an eyebrow. He gives you a weak, nervous shrug as his other hand comes up to rub over your back.
"Dunno," he mumbles even though you know he already has an idea in his head. "Something like through thick and thin. You know," he starts when he sees your face change to confusion. "Cause no matter what we go through, we'll always come back to each other, right?"
The last word he says is a little lower, hesitation heard in his voice, and you can't help the big smile that comes across your face. "Yeah, Eren, of course, we will."
"Do not call me a sap," he adds quickly, making your laugh echo off the walls.
"You can be a sap too, don't do that. Designing my "perfect" art studio?" he says, and your mouth drops open as you shove at his shoulder lightly, making him smirk widely.
"You are not supposed to know about that!" you chide with a disbelieving scoff.
"It's okay, princess. You love me, I get it," he discloses, giving you a quick, chaste kiss when you go to say something before giving you firmer kisses. "The designs look really good though," he assures against your lips.
"You should get the tattoo on your ass."
And for the next two years, you both fall into a routine, you and Eren waking up in the morning even though you're the only one who has to go somewhere. He dances with you in the morning, claiming it's to wake you up, while he cooks breakfast.
And then he's sending you out the door with a kiss and lunch or a promise that he'll meet you at your job for lunch. So, while you're at work, he's at home, finishing up some final pieces that he'll eventually put up for sale, and recently he's been doing surprisingly well. Pieck likes to tease him and say it's because of you, which might be the real reason, but he's always brushing it off.
The apartment actually has two bedrooms, the other one Eren was using for his art, but he's pushed his stuff to one side of the room so you can work on the other half. On the weekends, you both spend relatively all of your time in there, Eren helping you out with designs that you can't quite get right, and you help him by just being there.
One day, you leave the room to go make some food, and Eren walks over to your desk to grab a pencil when he sees it. He knows he probably shouldn't be looking at this, and he'll apologize later, but you let the book open so, how could he not?
He keeps watching the door, listening out for you as he flips through the pages, and he smiles to himself when he sees the things you've added to accommodate him, and as he flips through them, an idea forms in his head.
"You're bringing me to a house?" you ask, a confused frown on your face when Jean pulls into the driveway, and he sighs as he turns the car off, getting out. "This is the surprise?" you say as you shut the car door and before you can say anything, Eren's opening the door.
"That I.O.U. list is looking really long, Eren," Jean yells, annoyance lacing his voice, and you're looking between the both of them, hoping someone can give you some answers.
He quickly jogs towards you as he waves him. "Yeah, yeah, I know. You're the best," he tells him as he puts his hands on your shoulders and leads you towards the house while Jean rolls his eyes.
"Eren, what is going on?" You're beyond confused, and he doesn't say anything as he pushes you through the door.
You take in your surroundings, and the house is new, having that smell that new houses always have, and you hear the door close, Eren moving in front of you. "Does it look familiar?"
You raise your eyebrows at him. "The house?" you ask incredulously, and he nods quickly. You're currently standing in the living room, and you look around, not really noticing anything sticking out, but you're suddenly doing a double-take.
That accent wall looks familiar, and so does the couch...
"Are these...are these my designs?" you breathe, looking around to see that everything's basically down to a T. "How'd you know?"
"I may have looked through your journal for your dream house," he says. "I wanted it to be a place that felt like home to you."
You scoff as you look around again, but then you blink in realization. "Is this...is this our house?" you ask, your voice a whisper, and he nods again. "You built me a house?" your voice filled with nothing but disbelief.
"Well, not me specifically, but yeah." You're stuck in astonishment, and Eren smiles widely before he's guiding you through the rest of the house, every room straight out of your designs that you had made, and you're at a loss for words. "Do you like it?"
"Eren, I love it," you admit, looking around the room once again, and you look back at him, noticing that his hands are behind his back. You raise an eyebrow at him, but before you can question him, he's moving his hands in front of him. "A fortune teller?" you muse, when you look down, and he's stepping close to you.
"Pick a color," is all he says, and you huff softly as you tilt your head.
"They're all yellow, Eren."
He waves you off. "Just pick it." You sigh but tap on one of the flaps anyway, and you wait for him to spell out the word before he leans it your way again. "Pick a number." You look down to see that they're all the number four. You roll your eyes again, but pick one of the fours, and after he moves the fortune teller, he has you pick the number again. "Open the flap," he tells you, holding it closer to you.
You're a little skeptical about where this is all going, but you do it anyway. "Will?" you say, confusion laced in your voice as you look at him.
"Keep going." You frown at him in suspicion but reach for the next one. "And read them out loud."
You glance up at him. "You." You have to take it from him to flip the other ones, and you turn your head as you read them. "Marry..." You start to trail off, your movements slowing to a stop, and you slowly open the next flap. "Me."
You look up to see Eren moving down to one knee, quickly pulling the ring out of his pocket.
"I have a lot to say, but I know my knee is gonna start hurting, and I really want to hear your answer, so I'm cutting it short," he starts, the smile on your face impossible to fight.
"I love you. And I know I tell you that all the time, but I really do. Definitely more than anything in the world. From the moment I talked to you at the wedding, granted, I was fourteen, but I knew that I wanted you in my life," he says, and you chuckle softly.
"And I'm sorry for being such a piece of shit, but I'm glad you've given me another chance because there's no way in hell I'll mess up again, and--why are you crying? Can you at least wait until I finish?"
You chuckle again as you wipe the tears from your eyes. "Sorry, sorry," you sniffle. "Keep going."
"Do you remember the fortune that you got the first time we talked?" he asks. "It said you were going to have an awesome life, and..." You see his face start turning red. "I want you to have an awesome life with me. Forever."
You laugh a little louder this time and he scoffs. "I know, it's really cheesy, but I was hoping that would rope you in."
"I don't know, that was kinda bad," you tease.
"So? What's your answer?"
"Of course, I’ll marry you, Eren," you say with an eager nod, and he's off his knee and hugging you at lightning speed. He kisses you lovingly before sliding the ring on your finger before kissing you again.
"God, I love you so much," he breathes, and you huff as you wipe the tears from his face.
"Why are you crying?" you chide, and he chuckles as he sniffles.
"Because you make me the happiest man on Earth."
You bring your hands to rest on his face. "I love you so much," you echo, and his lips are on yours again, his arms wrapping around you, bending you back a bit.
You both jump when you hear a pop, pulling away to see Jean and Marco standing by the door with small party poppers in their hands.
"Woohoo, congratulations," Jean drawls, his voice unenthusiastic. "I'll admit Eren, that speech was a little meh. And Y/N, are you sure that this is the guy you want to marry?" he asks, making you roll your eyes fondly. "A guy that gets on my last nerve? Pretty sure I have someone in my phone that--"
Jean's bolting out of the room as Eren chases after him, making you and Marco laugh, and you look down at the ring on your finger.
The jewelry telling a story about how things changed even better than you could've imagined.
A/n: I’m a sucker for marriage proposals which is why I put it in lmfao
tags: @iwascrybaby, @germinvasion, @zhongh-li, @prxttyguardian, @bigdaddyzawa, @erensblackgirlfriend, @kbbvbz, @tomsadversary, @kqtsukisgf, @pettyluxury, @protectpancakes
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