Eren Jaeger (Yeager) X Reader | Oneshots [1]

Crybaby | Rival!Eren x Dead!Rival!Reader

       You sighed. Here they are again, Eren and Jean, making a fool out of themselves.

       Mikasa was on your left while Armin was at your right. Jean and Eren were standing across the table, bickering about random things. By now, so many trainees were staring. Some amused, some disgusted, some annoyed...

       You looked at Mikasa as if asking for approval. She nodded. "Oh, sweet, she knew what I meant." You thought.

       "You," You glared at Jean, "Shut up if your mouth won't do anything good."

       Jean scoffed, muttering someting inaudible.

       "...And you," You looked at Eren, "Stop being a crybaby. If he talks then just be mature and ignore him."

       "Oh, so, you're mature?" Eren crossed his arms. "I remember, you were the one who started the childish 'race' during 3dmg practice."

       "...Don't you dare bring that up into this conversation."

       "HA!" Jean smirked, "For once, I agree with Jaeger."

       You sighed, furrowing your brows, before inhaling deeply.

       "Guys, can we just all... be... friends?" Armin stood up, stuttering.

        "No." You and Eren said in unison, looking at each other. "We're rivals."

       "...More of like secret lovers..." Jean coughed, earning an elbow to the arm from Eren.

       "It turns out you were wrong, huh..." Eren forced a smile, "(Y/N)?"

       He cast his gaze at the lifeless body in his arms. Her skin was deathly white. Her arms and legs were covered in scars and cuts, some long and deep, some short and shallow. It was like her body was dipped in blood, but her head remained untouched. Even his clothes were stained with her blood, but he didn't care.

       The truth was, you were only cold to him because you didn't want to believe what you really felt for him. You knew he wouldn't like you back because... well, you were you. And he had Mikasa. You thought your "romantic" feelings would only get in the way and it would cause your death.

       You confronted Mikasa about it one day, since she was your friend, and she didn't take it like you thought she would. She'd tell you to just go for it and stop being mean to him.

       There were tons of chances, like when you two were alone. You hoped you two could just be alone forever, because for some reason, you never fought. You two would usually just laugh like idiots about Jean's horseface and agree with whatever.

       But you never got yourself to confess. The thought of "love" being the thing to kill you was still on your mind.

       "You know, Mikasa told me about what you said." Tears rolled down his cheeks, "And...I... I like you too. You know that, right?"

       Silence.

       "C-Come on, (Y/N)," He sobbed, "Answer me. Stop pushing me away..."

       He was greeted by silence, again.

       "(Y/N)!" Eren called you, running to your side, "Are you oka--"

       "I'm fine," You stood up from the ground, only to stumble into Eren.

       "You're not okay. You just fell from the tre--"

       "I said I'm fine!" You yelled, pushing him away. "Why'd you stop? This is practically a race!"

       "This is just 3dmg practice! Kei--"

       "This is a race." You said in a low voice, turning your back to him and maneuvering away.

       "...Why do you keep pushing me away?" He said sadly, following after you.

       "...Don't give me the silent treatment." The smile on his face disappeared, "Usually, right now... you would call me a crybaby."

       He fell to his knees, still careful with the lifeless vessel in his arms, "S-So... why aren't you talking? Please... just one last time... I'll do anything... I-I'll get into a fight with Jean again! You'll stop me again, right? Then you... you'll..."

       The wind blew and a strand of hair covered your face. Eren set you on his lap, with one hand brushing the strand away, "...You'll call me a crybaby again."

       "Because we're rivals." She smiled sweetly, looking at him in the eyes, "Right, Eren?"

        "Because we're rivals. Right, (Y/N)?"

        Before you closed your eyes and fell into eternal slumber, you saw a figure from the fog, running towards your direction.

       "You stupid bastard..." You whispered, smiling while crying a river of tears, "Stop trying to save me all the time. Even when I push you away..."

       That's when you realized, that maybe, love could have saved.

       But you were too late.