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

(Au) Red Dress | Dad!Eren x Homeless!Mum!Reader

Heads up: Eren and (Y/N) are 20+ in this one. :^)

       Eren's POV

       "Hey Eren, what food do you want?" Armin tugged on my sleeve, dragging me to who knows where in the mall.

       "I don't kno--" My eyes widened when we passed a green vase. Suddenly, my mind wandered to a memory I wish was a nightmare.

       "You heard me, Eren," she said coldly, glaring at me, "I don't love you. I'm leaving."

       "T-This must be a joke, right?" I forced a stiff laugh, but I couldn't get rid of the shakiness of my voice, "Right, (Y/N)? Well, this prank's not funn--"

       "I'm serious." She cut me off, glaring at me, "I never loved you. Besides,"

       She took a step back, looking at me with a face of disgust, "Who would love an annoying,"

       Then another step. "Arrogant,"

       Then another. "Fussy brat like you?"

       Ouch.

       "W-What did I.. do wrong, (Y/N)?" I stepped closer, "Please... tell me."

       "No." She looked down, "You didn't do anything wrong. If anything, it's my fault for ever meeting you in the first place."

       She turned around and took a step forward, about to walk away, but I stopped her by grabbing her wrist. "(Y/N), t-this joke's not funny," Suddenly, she yanked her hand away, hitting the green vase on the table, sending it crashing onto the floor and shattering.

       "Goodbye."

       And, just like that, she was out of my life. For about a week, I spent most of the time locked up in my room, thinking whether or not I should bother her and try to talk things out. Mikasa was pissed, and I heard she even tried to barge into (Y/N)'s house, but nobody answered.

       We were suddenly informed that she moved away, along with her parents. I didn't know she hated me that much to the point that she disappeared to who knows where.

       It's been five years since college. Since that incident. Since the green vase she gave to my mum for her birthday was shattered.

       It's been four damn years.

       But I still can't get over her. I wonder where she is now?

       "Eren? Eren!" Mikasa raised her voice, snapping her fingers in front of my face.

       "H-Huh?" I looked around, remembering the situation I was in.

       "Are you okay Eren?" Armin asked, with a concerned look on his face, "You suddenly looked at the ground, looking sad."

       "Listen," Mikasa sighed, "If this is about that incident, I can't just tell you to forget about her. You know, I trusted her... Even now, I still can't believe she did what she did. It doesn't seem like her. But what's done is done, and clearly, you deserve someone better."

       I looked at Mikasa in the eye, before scoffing, "I'm going home. You can go buy whatever it is mum wants you to buy."

       "...No, Eren," Armin stuttered, "We're supposed to bond toda--"

       "Fine." Mikasa said in a monotone-as-ever voice, "Let's go, Armin."

        Quickly dragging Armin away, I turned around to go back home when suddenly I felt something bump my legs.

       I looked down to see a little girl in a small, red dress, with tears at the corner of her eyes. She had turquoise eyes and (H/C) hair. 'God damn it, why must everything in this mall remind me of (Y/N).'

       "Oh, hi." I kneeled down to her eye level, trying my best not to sound like a creepy old man, "Don't cry. I'm not bad. Where are your parents?"

      She just frowned and puffed her cheeks, shaking her head. Suddenly she tried to pull my head into a bear hug, but failed miserably and ended up hugging my torso instead. "Here..." I hear her say.

       'Oh, that must mean they're somewhere in this mall. Oh wow, jeez, what a GREAT job her parents are doing, keeping an eye on her !... I think I'm just gonna wait with her somewhere here... Surely, they're searching for her right now."

       Sighing, I gently pushed her away so she was standing right in front of me and not trying to suffocate me with a cute lil hug. I held her tiny hand as she wrapped her small fingers around two of mine, walking with her to a bench nearby and sitting her on my lap.

       And here comes the waiting game.

       Suddenly she spoke up, "...Do you like my dress?"

       "Uh," I awkwardly answered, "...Yes, it is pretty."

       "Thankyu!" She giggled, "My mum stole it from target."

       Wait what? What the actual fuck? Is she serious?

       "Stealing is very bad."  I said.

       "But does that mean my mummy is bad?"

       Shit. Maybe yes? Maybe no? I hope she's joking!

       "A-Anyways," I coughed, "What's your name?"

       "(D/N)."

       "I'm Eren. Do you remember where your parents were?"

       "Here." She answered.

       Fuck, this is harder than I thought it would be.

       "No, no, no," I shook my head, and started to sound angry, "Where here?"

       "H-Here."

       I decided not to ask any more questions, since she sounded a little scared of me now. God, please save me. Just give me a sign...

       Just when my mind started to wander off, (D/N) gasped and started pointing. "It's mum! It's mum!"

       I turned my head and saw a woman, with short (H/C) hair, talking to someone. She wore a t-shirt with faded colors and some dirt here and there, and white, dirty ripped jeans that didn't look like they were ripped for fashion. Her hands were behind her back and she was fidgeting with her fingers, clearly signs of nervousness.

       ...Reminds me of (Y/N).

       Out of the blue, (D/N) jumped from my lap, running to where the woman was, screaming, "Mummy! Mummy!"

       Where's her dad?

       The woman whipped her head back and her face lit up upon seeing the little girl in the red dress.

       She had (E/C) eyes, (S/C) skin and her hair was little messy, but she didn't seem like she even cared. I couldn't exactly see her face in full detail from afar.

       She pulled the little girl into a tight embrace, as if she was scared of letting her go. And she probably was, considering the fact that she was missing just seconds ago.

       I stood up, walking forward in their direction, maybe to just say a few words to her.

       When I was just a few steps away, I realized something.

       Holy fucking christ.

       The woman was (Y/N), someone I wasn't expecting to see for the rest of my life.

       And yet, here she was, in front of me, in tears of joy, hugging what seemed to be her 'child.'