Such a Bxtch.
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𝐘/𝐍 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐩𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐣𝐞𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤.....𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄-𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 = 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐆 ( Click to see Referenced Face-Claim)
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Eren doesn't know how he even ended up in this world. All he knows is that he was on the brink of mass genocide, and his head was blown off of his neck by that brat. Before he could even touch Zeke's hand to activate the Rumbling, a big light came out of nowhere. It wasn't the light that he was expecting, because all of a sudden, Eren found himself in a whole new setting. Everything had flashed in Paradis, sending everyone off to something random. Eren's first thought was to turn into a Titan in this oddly modern place. There was a big house, and he seemed to be standing beside a big body of water in a gated property.
He later found out it's a pool.
It's been three months since that day.
Eren found himself living with Y/N and Roman. He slowly accepted overtime that he was in the year 2022. So much years in the future that Eren couldn't be bothered to count.
Over the months, he's realized that he wasn't going back home.
That this unfamiliar was his new familiar.
You and Roman were his age. Roman was a rather lean dude, calm yet muscular, and he had a skill for sewing.
You—you were something else in Eren's eyes. You were a bossy, incredibly stuck up, overly confident, and a funny girl that was too blunt. You had brown ish skin that Eren had really only seen once, on Onyakapon—but lighter. You had what you called; and amazing eye for fashionable things, and you were Romans clothing model. Very popular that Eren had saw your face on a big board while sitting in the car.
There was no such thing as Marley. There was no such thing as Eldia. There was something called Google and the Internet. And by Erens two weeks worth of research, his life was not even in history.
There was no reason for him to not trust you guys. You didn't give a shit about anything that caused you grey hair—such as Erens stressing. And Roman was too far into measuring you for new dresses, and rising as a new popular designer. You being his Model. A hot model in fact.
" Eren?" Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
Of course your were calling his name. When were you not?
" Did you hear what I said?" You asked, fixing your hair in the mirror in the living room.
" No."
Eren rolled his eyes at his own response. He swore you guys were going out for dinner, nothing big. Why you were treating this like it was so important was beyond him. But one thing he's learned from all of this, was that you were extra. Too extra.
You were definitely free alright. And by the way you rambled about your ex toxic relationship—Eren could've sworn his ears would fall off.
" Wow, way to be supportive." You scoffed.
When Eren first came here, his sense of fashion was stale. Saying dry would be too good.
He mostly just wore pants and no shirt. That was all he wore. Of course you didn't mind the sight, and you spoke your mind every time you saw him—no shame in your words at all.
Of course Eren thought you were weird. Not only were you sassy, but you flirted with everyone. Often making explicit comments while having a foul mouth on top of that.
He later learned it was your personality when he asked Roman about it.
How amazing. Your personality was what would get rocks thrown at a woman back in Paradis. Being shunned by the locals, claiming she was a whore and a concubine. Even the clothes you wore was enough to have a woman executed in Paradis. But that was a whole other topic....
When he told you such information—hoping he could slap some sense into you, you only laughed. Agreeing with him, and exclaiming that you would happily take those titles.
Eren didn't know how to respond.
Never less, he got got some clothes when he agreed to modelling for Roman's new Mens Collection.
And course Eren didn't want to do it.
He didn't even see the problem with his clothes in fact. He thought he looked fine. Completely fine. So it took him a while to put his frown aside and start modelling the clothes....and his face.
You had yapped his ear off about how he had such a hot appearance and wasn't using it. How he could be a fine ladies man. Just a bunch of useless words.
It took a week for Eren to come to terms with modelling. And he did it—putting his feelings aside. His first time he ended up on the billboard, something you expressed great disdain about. Eren also heard his name come from various Videos on something called " YouTube". Apparently to your words, he had gotten "clout".
He turned his head to Roman. The wiser friend who had explained that Eren was getting attention from the interment.
When you searched his name up, you saw a bunch of ladies obsessing over his pictures. A bunch of his pictures with different titles. News videos, and soon enough, Eren saw himself on the billboard too. If Eren searched his name up a month and a half ago, he would see nothing.
Now it was different.
Eren blinked at your fancy clothes, " We're just going for dinner....."
" To celebrate you. Your first check that was beyond what I ever expected—but...never mind that." You nodded your head.
" How much money was it again?" Eren asked with a tilt of his head.
He could see the way you stiffened, and you really did want to slap yourself for knowing the amount. Eren made more than You and Roman expected. Roman didn't think that having a mens collection, and making Eren the male model would blow things up that much.
Now Roman is busting his ass for a Mens Collection that supposed to walk the next hot runway. While you will be waking the boring Womens Runway.
" 25 grand."
Eren nodded his head slowly. He wasn't even aware of how much money that was, or it's worth. But by the way you and Roman emphasized it, he assumed it was a lot.
You pressed your lips together, finally departing from the mirror with haste.
" We're gonna have some seafood!" You chirped. " Since that's what you said you were familiar with."
" Yeah... I ate it back Home when we were trying outside world cuisine." Eren trailed off.
Your lips formed in a pout, walking up to him slowly and grasping his cheeks in your acrylics.
" Oh....you poor pretty boy!" You frowned with glossed lips. " Are you sure you time traveled?"
Erens eyes narrowed at you, before swatting your hand away from his face. His eyes settled on you warily.
" Yes I'm sure. How much times will we go over this?"
You huffed mockingly, a smirk prying way onto your lips. " No more. I believe you and so does Roman. I mean, the abs! It fits the solider part."
Eren felt his ears heat up as he mumbled something you couldn't hear.
Yes you were funny, and very often a major flirt. Eren had to admit that he often found your snap backs, and humor something worth laughing at. You had a not paste-able personality. Roman liked calling you a Man Eater. When Eren asked him what it meant, he agreed with the term immediately.
You constant flirting with guys and girls was confusing. Totally not normal for him. You were a very attractive woman, Eren knew that for sure. But you were overwhelming, too confident, and he wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing....
Eren began to broad at nothing, " If only I was born into this world, my fucked up life would've been much easier. There's so much stuff I could've done with them if only..."
Eren stopped himself, chuckling apathetically.
You dropped your hand by your side dramatically, gazing at Eren who seemed too caught up in his self pity. Eren had told you and Roman about his life back in his home— Paradis. A sob story of a life from beginning to end, that was for sure. Your own hardships couldn't compete with Eren's. Your childhood life and trauma with Roman was baby stuff compared to Erens life. And you guys were all the same age!
It didn't matter though. This wasn't the trauma Olympics, and it wasn't a competition at all. You guys stood where your at right now, and there was no amount of brooding and self pity that could change that.
" Ughhh," you threw your head back. " I just got my makeup done, and your self pity is making my makeup melt." You frowned.
Eren lifted his head to stare at you—totally not surprised with your answer.
" Look Eren—life is shit. People are shit, humans are rats, governments are the shit at the bottom of my shoe, our past's are the shit we step in that's not coming off. Everything around us is bullshit. That's why I treat everyone like shit—"
Roman walked down the stairs slowly, his mind questioning if you were really giving Eren advice.
" ....That's why I slapped the bitch. Because she treated me like shit." Your voice sounded lowly from the top of stairs.
Roman's brows furrowed at the stupidity he had managed to hear. " Y/N what that fuck are you talking about!?"
Eren found his lips curling up in the slightest as you turned around extravagantly.
" Oh! You're done!" You exclaimed, forgetting your conversation in a second.
" Great! Now let's go eat! Eren is gonna take my pictures, and Roman will try and find proper lighting.... We also really need to get Eren a phone.... The 12 should be good! What ya think Roman boo?"
Eren and Roman made eye contact. Having the same words to say despite their different facial expressions—This girl is crazy.
" So no one is going to open my door!?" Y/N questioned as they wandered out into the night.
" Yeah." Eren sighed, a look of amusement in his eyes. " I got it."
