please me ; eren yeager x oc

madness

A week had flown by, and by the time Friday night hit, the whole group was buzzing with excitement for the frat party. Emma had spent hours hyping herself up, perfecting her look until she knew she'd turn heads tonight. She slipped into a barely-there, tiny black dress that clung to her body in all the right places, accentuating every curve and leaving very little to the imagination. She'd gone all out with her makeup—dark, smoky eyeshadow that made her gaze intense, with a winged liner sharp enough to slice through the hazy party lights. Her lips, a soft nude shade, balanced her look but added to her air of confidence.

When she met up with the girls, they were all dressed to kill, each one looking like they were ready to shut down the whole party on sight. Mikasa wore a sleek, black dress with cutouts, her usual laid-back vibe somehow enhanced by the edge her outfit gave her. Sasha had chosen a fiery red dress that hugged her curves perfectly, while Hitch glowed in a silky, golden dress that shimmered as she moved. They spent the next half-hour hyping each other up in front of the mirror, laughing and cheering, capturing every angle taking pictures with their phones. A few pre-game shots later, they were amped up and ready to go.

By the time they arrived at the frat house, the place was alive with people and pulsing with music. The bass was so loud it felt like it was vibrating through the walls, people already spilling out onto the front lawn, laughing, smoking, and stumbling around with drinks in hand. Inside, it was even wilder. Red solo cups littered every surface, the smell of weed and booze hung thick in the air, and bodies packed tight into every room.

Emma, already tipsy from the shots, pushed her way through the crowd toward the kitchen, spotting Eren leaning against the counter with Armin, Connie, and Jean. Eren was dressed in a casual black t-shirt that clung to his chest just right, a slight smirk on his face as he nursed a beer and laughed at something Connie had said. As soon as he saw her, his eyes locked onto her, trailing over her with an unmistakable look that she felt from across the room.

She strutted over to him, feeling the buzz of the alcohol coursing through her, every step laced with confidence. "You look..." Eren started, his gaze roving slowly down her body before snapping back to her face, his voice dropping to a murmur, "...wow."

Emma stopped in front of him, raising an eyebrow. "Trying to look good for someone?" she teased, crossing her arms as she looked him up and down, her smile challenging.

He chuckled, his smirk widening as he leaned closer. "I think that's your line tonight."

"Please," she shot back, rolling her eyes, but she couldn't help the slight, almost embarrassed grin that tugged at her lips.

The night was a whirlwind of laughter, drinks, and chaotic energy. Shots were downed in rapid succession, and the group found themselves swaying to the music in the packed living room, the hazy lights casting shadows on flushed faces. Sasha was in her element, laughing so hard at something Connie said that she almost stumbled backward into Jean, who caught her with one arm as she tried to regain her balance.

"Connie!" Sasha yelled, taking a hit from a blunt someone handed her and blowing smoke in his direction, still grinning like a maniac. "You're gonna be the reason I break an ankle tonight."

Connie cackled, dodging out of the way, hands raised in mock innocence. "Hey, that's not on me if you can't handle a little laughter. Or a little tequila," he added, winking as he handed her a fresh shot.

Jean, laughing as he shook his head, held up his own shot glass. "Both of you are gonna be out cold before midnight at this rate."

"Is that a challenge?" Mikasa smirked, slamming down another shot beside him, her eyes sharp as she nudged him with her shoulder.