Better Off This Way: Eren Jaeger x Reader [MODERN]

~Chapter 12~

Mikasa parked her car right out front of a pub alleyway.
I could hear Led Zeppelin's Black Dog beginning to play inside.
I quickly shuffled myself out of the car.
"Mikasa let's go! I'm fuckin freezing in this outfit." I stumbled a bit, yet continued to rush to the doors.
Mikasa quickly huddled me.
"Wait! You can't show yourself just yet. Walk right behind me so no one can see the masterpiece I designed tonight."
"This feels... weird to me. Not sure this is within my bubble of confidence." I say, readjusting my outfit.
"Fuck that. You're Cinderella and I'm your god mother." Mikasa turned back to look at me.
"Remember, Eren is your prince. Now, let's go bag that prey."
She struts through the door confidently in front of me as I scuttled behind her, attempting to remain within her shadow.
"Hey, attention!" Mikasa called sternly.
The awaiting group looked towards us.
"Behold, what I have created for you all tonight." She then stepped aside, casting my image into the light.
I wasn't entirely sure if the group actually gasped, or if it was all in my head.
But I could swear that their looks were looks of awe. Were they approving? Or were they just in shock? Truth be told, the outfit as well as the accessories I was wearing were a combination of things I owned and things Mikasa owned, some of which were literally parts that had been dismembered from their original fabric torsos.
I was essentially a doctor Frankenstein creation.
I suppose I could begin to describe the outfit from my feet up, beginning with my black military boots.
Above them, were the fishnet stockings Mikasa had torn from my previous outfit.
Flaring over those, was a plaid skirt with nothing more than grey, black and white tones.
These were held up by matching plaid suspenders, both of these had been provided by Mikasa.
Underneath it, the flared collared white shirt, which she had ripped from another one of my outfits.
Mikasa had luckily compromised when it came to my face.
As my lips were embellished by a bright cherry red gloss.
The makeup around my eyes was subtle enough that it enhanced my, as she likes to say, confused yet innocent eyes. Subtle tones of burgundy red outlining them.
To complete the illusion of my apparent rebirth, my hair had been neatly placed into a perfectly elegant bun, with only several strategic strands of hair hanging downwards to perfectly frame my head into the image of evil meets innocence.
I felt odd, however I suddenly felt a surge of power come over me, as I saw what seemed to be Eren gawking at me.
This nearly caused to me to trip out of pure distraction.
I walked forth as the song blared in the background.
Wow. Mikasa's power was really rubbing off on me.
"Hi friends." I say, taking a seat.
"Shwing!" Jean exclaimed.
"Dude!" Connie protested under his breath while nudging him, his head gesturing towards Eren.
Wow, this actually felt.... great!
It was as though Mikasa's power had encompassed me, emanating from the core of her dark plaid.
I tried to dissect Eren's opinion on my new persona.
I couldn't quite decipher what his reaction truly was, since what I might interpret as very obvious glances towards me were constantly interrupted by Madeline's sly neediness for attention.
But what I do know, was that the several other gentlemen present had most definitely been acknowledging my new and improved appearance from the corner of my eye.
"Wow! [Y/N] you look astonishing!" Historia gave me a whole hearted smile.
Ymir quickly swooped in to cradle her territory. "What're we talkin about here hun?" She budded in.
"[Y/N] got a make over, hun!" She replied sweetly.
Just then, Armin shyly pulled up a chair beside me and slid himself onto it.
"W-wow [Y/N]... you look very beautiful tonight..." He begins.
"Oh- Thank you!" I gave him a small smile.
"If you had angels wings I'd... eat- them- with- like- buffalo sauce?..." Armin glances at Jean.
"Ew- What?" I chuckled.
"No dude you fucked up the line, stop looking at your buffalo chicken wings." I hear Jean whisper into Armin's ear.
I suddenly noticed a plate of hot buffalo chicken wings placed in front of the blonde.
"O-oh! I mean- did you fall hard from heaven? Because- your- corpse is flattened on the surface." Armin choked out.
"NO! That's not how it goes!" Jean irritably whispers.
"But- that's what would- scientifically happen! No one would survive a fall from that height!" Armin whispers back.
"Dude you're killing me here." Jean face palmed.
"What my friend here MEANT to say was, did you fall from heaven? Because you might be an angel." Jean's tongue clicked.
"No, I'm a ghost. I died fifteen years ago, like that pick up line." I scoffed.
"Oh- hey- blondie! You're Eren's best friend, right?" I tapped on Armin's shoulder repeatedly.
"Armin?" He questioned, pointing at himself.
"But yeah... I am."
"Look, I may screw that up throughout the night." I replied, slamming back a drink, already accompanying the strong buzz I had gotten from Mikasa's 'let's take shots' make over. This gave me an unneeded extra buzz.
"Wait! Actually- where did I even get this drink?" I look around in confusion.
Reiner poked his head out.
"I can keep them coming all night beautiful." He says, disappearing into the shadows of the pub shooting his finger guns at me.
"A kindred spirit!" I cheer, shooting my fingers back at him.
He emerges his head from the shadows just long enough to wink at me, before disappearing once again.
"So what's the deal with Eren?" I begin.
"What's his opinion of me? Does he think I'm an idiot? Am I an idiot?" I then realized I was already on my way to drunk vill. This is all Mikasa's fault, I blame her for this entirely! I see her in the distance, pointing towards me seemingly bragging about me to her friend Annie. She's playing the game.
"Fuck, Mikasa! Ugh okay- Focus, focus. Wait, what are we doing? Right- So what does he think of me?- de- Eren I mean?" That was the only thing I could remember to ask. Fuuuuuuuck. Ugh, this isn't humiliating at all.
"Oh, well he talks about you quite a bit-" Armin begins.
Just then, I heard a voice submerge  from the shadows.
"The world is filled with so much darkness..." I witness the image of a well toned male body and face emerge.
"Yet once in a while, a light emanates.."
The attractive male continued.
Oh god, is this headed somewhere? Or is this just some dead end?
He approaches me with gracefulness, his hands cupped together with full confidence.
"You." He points to me.
"Are the light of the darkness. Your beauty, embellishes the ugliness that we choose to ignore. You-" he lands down on one knee.
Ugh, okay, this is... bad.
"Are the lighthouse, upon the shores of shadows. Come with me" He extends his arm. "And I will show you the darkness of the light."
Suddenly, Eren's face appears into my sightline.
"Are you feeling objectified as a woman right now? Because I will run the HOSE on EVERY. ONE. Of these motherfuckers right now if you are. You all... just need to cool it!" Eren states, glancing around behind him.
"You are the light of the shadows." The guy continues, placing a drink in front of me then crawling back into the darkness.
How could I resist another free drink?
Woo! I slammed it back.
Damn, that's good.
"It's the same [Y/N] we know. God! Have some respect." Eren then aggressively places his hands on my shoulders.
"Do you feel safe?! Do you feel violated?!" Eren asks as if a drill Sargent.
"Is ANYONE here making YOU feel uncomfortable RIGHT NOW?!"
"Well... uh... you kind of are, right now... considering the entire bar's attention is gathered on the two of us currently..." I say.
Eren looks around, noticing everyone's glances towards us.
"SHE is NOT an object! THIS, is a PERSON! She has FEELINGS! OKAY, YEAH! They're SOMEWHAT fucked up, but they're HUMAN FEELINGS nonetheless! And she deserves NOTHING MORE than MUTAL RESPECT from the collective!" Eren rants.
I noticed that Madeline looked a bit unimpressed.
"Hey! I have to pee, wanna come?" She questions slyly, before skipping towards me with false playfulness.
"Uhhhhh. To watch you pee?" I raised an eyebrow.
"HAH! Nooo silly." She giggles erratically, forcing me from my chair by hand and grappling me in an uncomfortable strut towards the bathroom.
I looked back towards the group, slightly startled. The only thing I notice is a look of disappointment upon Mikasa's face.
Oh my god.... is this an unintended act of betrayal?

My whole life I had detested people like Madeline.
As her hand guided me through the darkly lit hallways towards the bathroom doors, I couldn't help but remember the countless times that girls exactly like her had called out each and everyone of my already acknowledged flaws.
I'm a Freak psychopath, a gimp, I'm unworthy of any normal human experience. I was meant to hide in the shadows, maybe that guy was right, that's where I belong... in the shadows. They're right about me, they've always been right.

She led me to the sink, letting loose my hand. I could only stand, shamed of what I was, compared to her kind.
She began to apply her lipgloss, once done she sheathed her weapon back into the lipgloss case, then turning back to me with a smile.
"You're so pretty!" Were the first words I heard come form her mouth.
She cupped her hands upon my cheeks.
"So small, so fragile." She continued, stepping closer to me.
Then removing her hands and stepping back.
Small? Fragile? What the fuck?
"But damn, do you have the potential to be sexy as fuck."
"Wait- are you hazing me?" I ask.
"No silly!" She replied laughingly.
"Boop!" She blurted.
Oh- my god... she just booped my nose.
Wait a minute.. am I her pet?!
What's happening right now?!
"Can I just-" she raised her finger.
"Do this?" Then placing her fingers upon my well groomed bun, suddenly undoing Mikasa's work.
"Let's see a hair whip." She demanded.
"What?" I ask.
"Like this." She said in demonstration, whipping her auburn red hair side to side majestically.
And so, awkwardly, I whipped my hair.
"Hold on- just a minute." She said, producing a tube from her purse.
"This will help."
I cringed, observing the gel within the palm of her hand.
I must admit, her hands felt gentle as they massaged through my hair, causing my scalp to throb.
She stepped back, after witnessing her creation.
"Damn, you are one sexy motherfucker."
She then placed her right arm around my left.
"I think you and I could be besties." She smiled.
And then, "Boop!" She stated, her finger poking my nose once again.
Oh my god.. This is full on betrayal to Mikasa! I need to stop this shit, but I'm so drunk. That's okay, I can still focus. It's one of my many talents.
As soon as we get back to the table I'll break away from this bitch and stumble back to Mikasa.
As we exit the bathroom however, we are instantly met with a server holding two shots for us.
"Hey Bry!~" She cheerfully giggles to him.
"Hey Madeline-" He replies bashfully, unable to make eye contact with her.
"You're so cute." She 'boops' him, he then giggles.
Oh my god, what the fuck is happening right now?
That shot looks so good though...
It's like three different pastel colours...
UGH. FUCK.
"As my new bestie, you're committed to this." Madeline held me tight against her side.
We then slammed back the shots.
"Okay but now I have to go talk to Mi- WHOA! What in the world was in that?!" I stumble backwards, my vision tripling.
"Absinth, hun." She gave a devious laugh.
"Wait- Why do I have four hands?" I question.
I then stumble towards the table.
"Oh my god! I have four arms.. I'm a fricken Hindu Deity!" I say, proceeding to run towards the table.
"Hey everyone, I'm Ganesha-"
"Are you okay?" Mikasa questioned.
"Better than ever! I had... wait for it... Absinth!" I reply.
"You gave her Absinth?!" Mikasa snarled.
"Yeah. What's the biggy?" Madeline chirped.
"You basically just date raped an innocent child!" Mikasa spat.
"What are you talking about?" Madeline scoffed.
"I just picked up from where you left off."
"Hahah look guys! Hello- Look at me- I have four arms and six legs-" I chuckled, once again performing the running man to a slow song.
"I just gave her three shots before coming here as a pick me up, I didn't think she'd be getting this fucked up!" Mikasa is now enraged.
"Look at her!"
She gestures towards me, the whole group turning their heads.
I was on my back, spinning myself around using my legs.
"Hahahah I'm like Spider-Man!" I cheer.
Two bouncers then approached.
"Is she okay?" One asks, pointing towards me.
Mikasa then steps in.
"It's okay, it's her birthday. We'll look after her." Mikasa stated reassuringly.
The bouncers nod in retreat.
Madeline then slides down beside me, giggling maliciously.
"She's my new bestie!" She declared, instantly spooning me.
Oh, jeez- Whoa what the fuck, am I ever GONE.
"C'mon babygirl." Madeline cradles me up to until I'm able to stand, in a calm motherly manner.
Whoa whoa whoa WHOA. Okay- Bestie, Baby girl? What's with all these pet names-
"Hey Bry Bry-" She gestures as a shadowy silhouette comes forth, baring a tray of more poison.
"Let's you and I get fucked up tonight." She sneered.
"I'm Spider-Man." I announce, staggering.
"You sure are! Boop!" She boops me one last time.