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uhhhitsgray · 2 years

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Gamer Boy

↳ Pairing Eren Yeager x reader ↳ Warnings: nsfw, eren x fem reader, smut, orgasm delay kind of - if you squint, some fingering, blow job. ↳ w/c: 3.4k~

"Bruh, I need a healer! Where the fuck is Connie?!"

"Of course he got food without telling anyone."

"Ah shit. I died in their spawn, left side."

"Shut the fuck up Jean, you're bottom of the team!"

This was all you had been hearing for the last few hours - Eren playing games with his friends. He was already gaming when you let yourself into his apartment earlier in the day. He paused for a moment, giving you a peck on the lips as you told him you were fine with hanging out while he still played.

Though, your answer may have been a bit different if you knew he'd be playing for this long. His gaming wasn't the issue at all actually. You two played games together all the time. The issue was you becoming gradually more horny as your mind played out scenarios of him fucking you stupid.

Oh how your core was now aching for his tender, yet at the same time rough, touch. How you craved the way he'd always twist your nipples just the way you like it to incite an instant moan to slip from your lips. How his fingers moved inside you, how he filled you up perfectly.

Fucking hell.

His back was facing you in his chair at his desk, headset on, arms moving across his keyboard and mouse. His veins exposed, muscles flexing as he moved. His hair in the normal bun it was usually in, it looked good but would look better with your hands weaved through it.

Walking up behind him from the bed, your hands snaked around his neck. Eren jumped slightly, pulling one side of his headset off of his ear. "Holy shit you scared me." He let out a small laugh.

"Yeah?" You breathed on his neck, placing kisses down the one side as your hands slid forward on his chest.

"One sec, guys." You heard Eren say as he pressed his mute button on his keyboard, turning his head to look at you.

"Baby, I'll be done after this game, okay? Promise."

You let out a small groan, your hand running up his neck, finger trailing over his adams apple. "Hmm - can't wait for you," the kisses you place on his neck are turning into nibbles. "Need you now Ren."

His body stiffened slightly, eyes still on the monitor in front of him.

You kiss his neck. "I want to play a game too. How about I get on my knees under your desk…" You kiss the other side of his neck. "And suck your pretty cock, hm?" You bite his neck, your hands slowly trail down his chest, down his abs as your first finger dips into the waistband on his shorts and briefs.

He takes a staggered breath in as his eyes glance down to your hands.

Your finger moves away from his waistband, "But, keep playing your game. Unmute your mic, act like nothing is happening. Yeah?" Your hands yet again wander down the outside of his shorts to find his cock already half hard, you smirk to yourself.

Eren swallows next to you, "Yeah, okay." His breathing is already faltering some, his response breathy.

Without another word you're on your hands and knees, crawling under his desk. Fingers dancing up the outside of his hips up to the waistband of his pants. Pushing your fingers inside of his pants, his skin is soft and warm to the touch.

"Lift up baby." You state in-between his legs. In a brief second his thighs are pushing off the chair under him as you tug side to side to pull his shorts and briefs off.

As his bottoms pool to his feet, Eren picks up one foot after another moving the clothing out of the way. Once both feet were planted on the ground you scoot forward placing kisses on the inside of his thighs. Erens legs closing slightly at the sensation.

You giggle, "Spread your legs a bit Ren. Don't be shy." Eren shifts his weight a bit in his seat as he spreads his legs more for you.

"I can leave this game right now if you want." Erens voice wavers a bit as you nuzzle your cheek into his thigh, lazily stroking his cock that was gradually getting harder.

Eren pushes his chair back a bit, allowing him to see you in between his legs. You hold his cock up, running your tongue from his base to his flushed tip. "But baby, that'd defeat the purpose of the game." You smirk up at him.

Erens head lulls back at the sensation, a groan escaping his lips. "Do as you please baby, but when you're done I'm gonna fuck you so good." He leans down a bit, holding your chin with his thumb and finger. "You want that, princess?"

You can feel a heat pool between your legs, your eyes glazing over at the words that fell from his lips. A nod was the only thing you could manage. Erens thumb brushes the side of your cheek, "I thought so."

He gives you a wink as he scoots his chair under the desk again, cock hard and hanging heavy between his legs.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm back. Yeah everything's good." You heard Eren continue to talk to his friends, but you ignore the chatter above you as your eyes look over his cock in front of you. Thick, and long with a vein that runs up the side. His tip was shiny as you continued to smear precum over him.

Your hand loosens around him as your place kisses and nibbles on his thighs as his muscles become tense. You could say you had an obsession with thighs, but who could blame you with his thighs splayed before you. Smooth, tan and muscular. Fuck he was pretty.

"Mmmm…" Eren let out the smallest groan as you tighten your grip on his cock, moving your mouth over his tip as your tongue dances circles over it.

You hear him clear his voice from above you, "Yeah I'm good."

"I did not moan, I just got a cramp in my foot." You smile to yourself. You move your mouth further down his cock, bobbing your head up and down on his shaft. Your tongue rubbing on the underside of him.

"Fucking h-hell." Eren whispers out, your eyes shifting upwards watching his stomach rise and fall as his breathing quickens beneath his shirt.

"Huh?" Eren speaks into the mic. You remove your hands from his cock, running your hands up on the top of his thighs, stopping right below his hips as you continue to suck his cock.

"I am n-not stut-terring." You feel his thigh muscles get tight under your palms. You entice him to slip up more by digging your nails into his skin. You hear him let out a shaky breath.

Cute that he's trying so hard to hold it together.

Your hand makes it back over to his cock as you move your mouth off of it. Pumping his cock, it’s ungodly hard right now, that's covered in a mixture of saliva and precum. Slick noises are almost becoming too loud under the desk.

You see a bead of precum leak from his head, your hand pauses at the base of him. You circle your tongue over his head and flick your tongue over his precum soaked slit. His body flinched under your control.

"Hm? Yeah I'm here." If you could see Eren's face right now, you could probably cum on the spot. You were sure his pretty face is brushed a light shade of pink across his cheeks and nose. His pupils are probably blown in those beautifully blue green irises of his.

You take your mouth off his cock, you could feel how soaked you were without even touching yourself.

Fuck.

You needed to sit on his cock, you needed to be filled by this man now.

You crawl out under his desk, Eren's face looking exactly how you pictured. You smile up at him, sighing, "Pretty."

You stand taking your clothes off behind Eren, you watch him for a second as his weight shifts in his chair almost as if he's looking for relief to his heavy cock between his legs.

You turn his chair slightly, pulling a leg over his lap straddling his lap.

Eren pulls a side of his headset off his ear again, pressing a key on his keyboard, muting his mic then moves both hands to your waist, blown pupils finding yours.

"Couldn't wait princess?" His hand is running up your stomach, kneading one of your tits in his big hands.

"I dunno, you tell me." You grab the hand that's holding your breast and move it down to your pussy.

Eren's eyes become dark as his fingers feel just how wet you were for him. A finger pushes past your entrance as he moves his finger in and out of you. A low growl leaving his mouth, "Fuck baby."

You grab his wrist, pulling his finger out of you, "Play your game Ren."

Eren shoves the finger that was inside you into his mouth, licking the juices clean. You could feel his cock twitch under you. "Hhmmm, as you wish baby."

His body shifts under you, sitting up straighter to allow better and more comfortable access to his cock for you.

Your thighs press against his outer thighs, as you scan over his features as Eren tries to take his focus back to his game.

"Sorry, I'm back."

"Yes, I'll actually try this game."

"Huh? Nothing.. just been a bit distracted the past few games, all good."

You giggle to yourself as if he wasn't about to be distracted again in a few seconds.

You shift your body weight to one leg, reaching between your legs to grab Eren's cock. Rubbing his tip against your wet pussy, you notice Eren biting his lip. Probably trying to keep a moan in more than anything.

You lean your upper body closer to his chest. Your bare nipples touching his chest covered by his t-shirt. As you sink yourself down onto his cock, your nipples brush down his chest as your breath fans over his neck. You close your eyes as pleasure washes over you. Eren's eyes locking into yours as his head lulls back, lips pursed trying his damnedest to not make a noise.

You hear faint chatting through his headset, sounds of his name being called but he wasn't answering. His eyes still held your stare as you slowly started to bounce on his cock.

"I … hmph …" Erens hand that was on his mouse is now grabbing onto your waist, squeezing the skin as you keep your slow movements up. He lets go of your side, as if he needed to squeeze you to regain some sort of composure. "Yeah, I hear ya Connie. I'll be r-right there."

You lean your head forward, forehead resting on his shoulder as your fingers tangle themselves in his hair. You hear the chime in his headset indicating he muted himself. His big hand runs up the back of your neck, grabbing a handful of hair yanking your head back to look at him.

"You're not be-eing fair right now."

You slowly lowered yourself on his cock, shifting your hips to push him even further into you, a soft moan escaping your mouth, "How so?"

He pulls your head further back, as he sucks the skin on your neck. "You're being a fucking brat. And -" Eren pauses, his eyes rolling back into his head as you start rocking your hips on his cock. He lets out a groan beneath you, "And you know what happens when you're a brat."

Eren lets go of your hair as you lean your face into his neck, lips brushing his skin placing soft kisses as you pick up speed of you riding his cock. You whisper into his ear, "Think you needa remind me, Ren."

"Yeah?" His thumb is rubbing across your bottom lip, his eyes watching as his thumb pulls your lip down.

He unmutes his mic, "Something came up guys I gotta go."

"I'm fine, I'll talk to you guys later."

He leaves his match, taking his headset off and sitting it down on the desk. Scooting his chair back more as he grabs your ass, lifting you up so high off his cock just the head is still inside and he bucks his hips up into you.

Moans falling out of your mouth, "Fuck Eren!"

"Say. My. Name. Again." He states between every thrust into you. Your body turning into jelly as he continues to fuck into you. A hand grabs your tit, twisting your nipple just the way you like it. Your back is arching into him.

You moan out his name as your forehead has found the familiar home again on his shoulder, as you feel his hand grabbing your face, turning it towards him. "Can't be tired already princess, we're just getting started." Before you could even spill words out of your mouth Erens putting his hands under your thighs, holding you as he stands and walks you over to his bed.

He leans over, placing you on his bed as he places a soft, gentle kiss on your lips. He pauses, leaning back to peel his shirt off of his body and takes in the view of you below him. Your left leg out straight in front of you as the right is bent at the knee. He has the perfect view of your wet pussy, lips a faint shade of red from him rutting into your moments ago.

"On your stomach, princess." He says from above you, palming his cock as he watches your naked body pull a pillow under your stomach, back arching as you push your arms above your head, face squished into the bed below you.

"Fuck, who's got you this wet baby?" It's a rhetorical question, but a question to feed his hungry ego.

You spread your legs further apart for him, displaying your soaking cunt below him. Your eyes look behind you, catching his. "You. You've made me this wet. Just thinking about you fucking me has been driving me mad."

He lets out a small laugh as his middle and ring finger rub up and down your pussy, dipping his fingers into you as he curls his fingers just the right way in you.

"Hmn … Eren, fuck. That feels good." You moan out, your pussy tightening around his fingers.

You let out a small whimper as he removes his fingers from your pussy as he leans his tall frame over your back, "Tell me how good you taste for me." His fingers move in front of your mouth as your part your lips and suck his fingers, moaning as you make eye contact with him. "I taste so fucking good."

He loved every second of it and you could tell.

"Yeah?" He asks, as you feel his cock rub up and down your slit again.

Before you can answer he's pushing his cock into you, slow and deep.

"Hmn, fuck." He groans out from behind you. Pleasure washes over you, making it impossible for words to form.

A few pumps in and Eren is making a smooth and steady pace for himself. You turn your head to the other side, mumbling something under your breath.

“What’d you say baby?” Eren pauses his thrusts for a split second.

“Harder. Fuck me harder, Ren.” Your blown pupils catch his stare.

A devilish grin spreads across his face as he leans forward grabbing a handful of your hair pulling your body upwards. His warm breath fans across your neck as he speaks, “You mean like this?” He lets out a slow groan as he pulls himself almost fully out, letting go of your head as he bends his knee planting his foot on the bed below you two. His hand is holding onto your hip as he pushes himself hard and further into your soaking cunt.

“Fu-uck … hmn!” You moan out below him, vision becoming blurry as he continues to thrust into you with a rhythm that is driving you insane.

“More … more please.” You beg beneath him as if he wasn’t already fucking you perfectly.

Eren lets out a low groan behind you, “You’re being a needy little thing aren’t you?” Slick noises becoming louder the longer he fucks into you, “Hmn, you hear that ba-aby? That’s all you making those noises. Fucking hell.”

Your pussy tightens around his cock, Eren’s heading rolling back at the feeling. “Getting so tight on me princess.”

Your moans and whimpers are becoming louder with every thrust of his cock, your skin feeling tingly as your body gets closer to the orgasm you’ve been chasing.

“Not so fast now. Cumming so easily isn’t what I’ve taught you, is it?” He pulls his cock out of you, removing the pillow from below your stomach. “On your back baby.”

You mindlessly do as you’re told, too fucked out to even bother to answer him. Eren scoots close to you, his hands pushing your thighs up as he wraps one around his waist. In a split second he’s leaning over you, the loose strands of hair touching your forehead as his hand grips around your throat squeezing slightly. “Answer me, brat.”

“N-no, you didn’t teach me that - ah! Fuck Eren.” Your statement turns into a moaning mess as he slides the head of his cock back into you.

Your head lulls to the side as he starts fucking you with the force from before. Eren has a smirk plastered on his face as he watches your cheeks blush, your chest is heaving as you pant below him. Eren leans back on his legs, his hands running up your thighs to your knees, pushing your legs into your chest. “You look so pretty being fucked like this. Feels good to know you’re a mess because of me.”

“Only you…” You pant out, your eyes locking in with his. “Only you can do this to me.”

“Yeah, that’s fucking right princess.” He leans over you, pulling his dick out slightly, his lips meeting yours. His lips are soft on yours, as his tongue enters your mouth, sloppy kisses are exchanged as he slams his cock back into you.

“Hmn … hmm.” You moan into his mouth, your hands travel to the back of his head, fingers lanced in his hair pulling him closer.

His thumb moves down, circling over your clit. As if you weren’t already a moaning mess, you surely are now. “Cum for me princess, you deserve it. I’m right there with you.”

Eren leans back, away from your face as he keeps rutting into you. His movement falters as your pussy tightens around his cock, your eyes roll back into your head - back arching off the bed below you.

“Fuck … ah Eren!” Your hand grabs his forearm squeezing as your orgasm washes over you.

Your body shakes below him, as he slows his movement to allow you to ride out your orgasm. “Fu-ck.” His voice stutters, his body twitches above you as he pauses. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, can feel his cum fill you to the brim.

His hand runs through his hair as he finishes emptying himself in you. Small whimpers come from your mouth at the feeling of him finishing.

You’re still panting as he pulls his cock out of you, laying down next to you. Eren lets out a sigh, “Holy shit.” He tilts his head to the side to get a better look at you. Your cheeks are flushed, bits of your hair sticking to the side of your face.

Your forearm covers your eyes as you try to steady your breathing, “You’re fucking amazing.”

Eren rolls onto the side of his body, “Yeah?” He kisses your cheek. “You’re fucking amazing too princess.”

You turn your head, holding his face in your hands giving him a kiss. “Hm, good.”

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blaxcunicorn · 1 year

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Diaboli 's angelus

Chapter 2

Length: 6k words

Content: fem!reader, NSFW warning (soon), racial fetishization, sexual harassment

Authors note: Heeey, I´m back with chapter 2. Sorry that it took long, I had a lot of uni work to finish.

Here is part 1

Tag: @okaystopwhore

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Eren is standing in front of the mirror looking at the royal garment the maids prepared him. Eren is wearing a black garment with gold embroidery and buttons on it. Three gold medals are sitting on his left chest and hanging around his shoulders is a robe, the sewers believe they show authority. He resembles his late father which makes him smile while shaking his head. His old man must be smiling in his grave knowing that his stubborn son that refused to interact with other princesses as a young prince is now on his way to find a wife. The maids finished up putting his hair in a loose man bun, and curtsies to their King before leaving. Eren puts on his white gloves and sucks, what if he cannot find a princess that he compliments. He refuses to marry some stuck-up, ignorant princess. Those kinds of princesses make his blood boil, the young king realized that his knuckles went white so he takes a deep breath and exits his chamber.

He meets up with Armin, who is sitting inside the carriage blushing, while Jean, who is his knight for the ball, claps the blonde on his shoulder. “A-Annie just kissed me goodbye” the blonde stutters out. Eren laughs, his friend and the Leonhart girl have been engaged for over a year but they still make each other blush every time. “Armin, you are such a-”, Eren stops as he notices Armin's eyes widen in a mixture of shock and nervousness. Jean whips his head to see the love of his life coming sprinting towards the carriage. “Eren, Eren Wait!" They hear Mikasa shout as she is sprinting down from the castle. The black-haired girl catches her breath and grabs Eren´s right hand “are you being forced into this?” Eren smiles at her “Mikasa, come on, I´m the king. No one is forcing me into this.” The Ackerman girl wasn´t fully convinced “Eren, you don't have to do this. You can find happiness here with me.” It didn't seem like the young King understood the big hint Mikasa gave him. “I´m okay Mikasa, I have to do this for the sake of giving the kingdom an heir when I'm gone. On top of that, we do need a princess that can help Eldia with collaborating with other Kingdoms.” Eren turns around to his advisor and knight that give him nervous nods of approval. Mikasa is shaking and tries to come up with an argument that might make Eren stay but she cannot seem to find one. “Eren, I lo-” before she can finish the sentence is cut by a loud Eren wishing her goodbye. The young King jumps into the carriage, “ugh Eren you can at least enter the carriage like a civilized human being” Jean snaps at him. “Do you wish to be beheaded, horse face?” Jean rolls his eyes and stares at a crying Mikasa. His heart aches for her, but at the same time he cannot help but to feel jealous of the young king. He wishes Mikasa would cry over him in the same way, desiring him as much as she desires Eren or more. He breathes out loudly while telling the coachman to start riding. Mikasa stares at the carriage leaving while praying to the Gods that he won't find anyone special.

You take a deep breath and take in the smell of wet wood. The three of you have been in the carriage for what felt like years. Johan and the coachman were having conversations but all you can hear is mumbling as you are trapped within your thoughts. The pressure of representing not only your brother but the whole Capri Kingdom is causing you stomach pain. The last thing you wanted to do was to let everyone down by not finding a husband. Your streaming thoughts get cut by Johan´s excited voice “and we are here!” You turn your head and see the big old palace that is glowing like a sun on this cold winter night. You feel your heart drop to your stomach as you nervously try to exit the carriage. Johan meets your shaken self and reaches for your right hand to help you out of the wagon. “Thank you,” you say gratefully to the coachman and he responds with a nod and a warm smile “good luck your Majesty”. Johan sticks out his arm as an invitation for you to hold it. You both walk slowly towards the entrance of the palace, you subconsciously grab his arm a bit harder as you feel your anxiety rise. “You know, you don´t look that ugly tonight” Johan cracks to ease the tense atmosphere you are creating. “Oh shut up” you laugh as the two of you enter the palace. Two guards are standing next to the entrance of the room, one of them has a horn, they both bow and the horn starts blowing. “We announce you, Princess Y/n of Capri”, you hold on to Johan for your dare life as the two of you enter the ballroom. The room has you in awe, it has vaulted ceilings embellished with paintings of the different goddesses of love. The floor is of glossy hardwood and thick burgundy velvet drapes over large French windows. There are curved observation balconies on the upper level which match the overall elegant floral arrangements. You can hear the small orchestra play waltz music and see the different royal members swirling on the dance floor. “I don't think I can continue being your knight with just one arm”, you whip your head and see that you are still holding Johan´s arm tightly. “Oh, I'm so sorry,” you say embarrassed, which is responded to with a goofy smile from Johan.

“Isn't this our favourite Caprian princess” you hear from the back. That familiar voice made you feel more at ease. You turn around and see your two beautiful childhood friends, princess Ciara of Okosian and Catherine of Pumore. You let go of Johan and give them both a big hug, “I didn't know that you guys were also attending”. Ciara rolls her eyes “I was dragged here against my will” remembering back to how four of her royal guards had to drag her into her carriage. You and Catherine side-eye each other before holding back your laughter. “That sounds so like you,” Catherine says giggling behind her folding fan. “If you ladies will have me excused, I'll be heading outside to watch the premises with the other guards.” Johan bows before whispering “I´ll be right outside if anything happens” in your ear as he leaves. Ciara blushes while staring and you and Johan. “Ugh, are you sure that man isn't your secret lover Y/n?” Your eyes widen and you stutter “w-we are just friends” you feel your face burn in embarrassment.

All three of you look at an approaching Prince Sosuke, the youngest Prince of Hizuru. “My majesties, sorry to interrupt your conversation but may I dance with princess Y/n?” he gently lifts your right hand and kisses it. “Y-yes,” you say embarrassed as he whisks you away. You turn around to see your friends waving and throwing thumbs up. “If Y/n does not have a line of proposals after tonight, then something must be wrong with the men in this room,” says Ciara to her other best friend “you are indeed right.” Prince Sosuke bows and you curtsy before he takes your hand and spins you around. “You look stunning tonight, your highness”, the compliment throws you off a bit as you were focused on not stepping on his feet. “T-thank you,” you say looking down, if his dancing was as good as his charm wouldn't you have to be tiptoeing while dancing with him. You dance for a bit more before you are getting spun into the hand of Prince Felix of Cruthia. You dance with him with no words exchanged between the two of you. His eyes are on Charlotte the whole night as she is shyly hiding behind her fan. Those could not have broken their eye contact even if they had all eyes poked out. You feel like an awkward third wheel in their romance at this very moment and then you are spinning again, which you thanked the Gods for since that dance felt like an eternity.

This time, you are met with a smiling King Nicholas which makes you anxious. Not only because he is a man with more power than the rest in the room but also because you have heard rumours about him being a big pervert. He is 10 years your senior and has still not been able to find a wife, it is rumoured that all the princesses he has proposed to declined because he made them feel uneased. “You look lovely tonight”, he whispers and places his hand on your back, which sends chills down your spine. You try to take a step back but are pulled back by him. “Your majesty, you make me slightly uncomfortable” you try to force out nicely. "Why? Women of your kind love being touched” Your eye widens “not all darker-toned women are the same,” you say aggressively, before he could respond he was cut by the horns of the guards.

“We announce you, His royal highness King Eren Jaeger of Eldia”, everything stops for what felt like a whole minute. The different royal members are whispering among themselves “the devil is here” you can hear one say, “the most powerful man in the world is going to be attending the ball with us?” you hear another. You could not help but turn to Nicholas whose eyes widened in shock, it looked like his eyes were few seconds away from falling out. You feel your heart pound, who is this Eren Jeager and why is everyone worried about his presence? “Y/n, with the Eldian kingdom becoming the hegemon, the political climate is quite unbalanced at this very moment. We are unsure if we can still rely on our allies, with the current growing fear of the Eldian kingdom” you recall your brother telling you in the meeting. You try to swallow some spit but your mouth is as dry as the Medivian desert. Calm down Y/n, nothing bad will happen as long as you are not bothering him, you tell yourself to calm your nerves. “Ugh, finally a fine man with money and power” you accidentally overhear Princess Charlotte from Nedia bluntly say as she pushes down her dress to show her cleavage. She seductively waves at Eren but is unfortunately ignored as he walks up the stairs to one of the observation balconies. He takes the stairs up to have a view of the situation which is a military tactic he was taught from being at war.

The music starts again and the dancing couples are finding each other, when you realized that you tried to slowly move away from Nicholas but he grabs you around your waist. It was as if he knew that you would run away, you are now pressed against his chest. Alarm bells are ringing in your head and you push his chest to create space between you. “Am I making you uncomfortable, your highness?” Nicholas says grabbing your right hand to pull you closer and laying his other hand on your lower back. Your whole body is shaking, ugh where is Johan when I need him now you think to yourself. You look around to see if anyone is looking, if you can have eye contact with anyone in this room you are saved. Unfortunately, everyone was in their heads focusing on their dance. However, you felt compelled to look up to the balcony and you meet two green eyes looking at you. You nervously look down as he is the last person you want to bother about this.

“Eren, I made an overview of all the princesses and ladies attending tonight. Hopefully, it will make it easier for you to pick a couple of potentials” the advisor says organizing the papers. The Eldian King responds with a small thank you and looks bored at the dancefloor. “You know, this is not too bad, if we narrow down the list it might be easier to pick some of them out and we´ll also save a lot of time…” Armin cut himself by noticing how his friend´s bored eyes turned surprisingly interested. “Armin, who is the beauty in the pink and white dress? She is way too beautiful to be dancing with that tramp of a King” looking at his advisor. Armin chuckles at his rudeness, he looks for the paper with your name on it in a rush. “That is Y/n L/n, Princess of Capri. She is also known as et Angelicus Princeps, the angelic princess by her people” he reads from the paper. “I can tell why, she damn sure looks like an angel” Armin shakes his head “no, it's because of her love for the Capri citizens and the charity programs she has organized for years…” The advisor stops reading as he can bet a finger that Eren is gone, he looks down on the dancefloor and sees him marching towards you. He smiles for himself and wishes his best friend good luck. As Eren is walking towards you Princess Charlotte pops in front of him out of nowhere which makes him jump a bit. “Oh hey there your highness, didn´t see you. Keen on a dance?” The Princess squeezes her boobs to make her cleavage appear more. “Sorry, I'm kinda busy” he looks at her with bored eyes, “but come on your highness, I can make you happy” stroking his left arm. Eren looks disgusted at her “what don't you understand, I am not interested” he hissed, his eyes are cold and terrifying which sends shivers down her spine. “I-I'm sorry, your highness” she curtsies, Eren nonchalantly walks past her.

In the meantime, you were still struggling to get away from King Nicholas. “I have heard that women of your kind are quite soft and big backs” he whispers, his breath smelled like some strong booze not that it gave him any excuse. He is lowering his hands further down your back, and your consciousness leaves your body for a second when you are back your hand is tingling and looking up you see a red mark on Nichola´s face. You try to control your breath as it seems like your body forgot how to breathe. Your whole body is shaking as you are terrified of what the consequences of your actions might lead to. “Oh, you are one of the aggressive types,” he says nonchalantly, which brings confusion to you. “Eh?” is all you can respond, he tries to take your arm once again but is stopped by a hand grabbing his wrist aggressively. “Hey, she and I are in the middle of something and I'd recommend you to let us be if you know what´s best for you” Nicholas responds, not looking at whose hand it is. You almost felt dizzy when you see who your saviour is, the attention from almost everyone on the ball did contribute to anxiety.

“Well, for me it looks like the princess doesn't want anything to do with a tramp like you” You can't help but chuckle, both men look at you which silence you immediately. “See, she agrees little Nick” Eren coos, which makes Nicholas's eyes widen “E-Eren?” he stutters. “In the flesh” Eren grins, “M-my apologizes your highness,” he says bowing, before embarrassingly jogging off. Which then leaves the two of you alone on the floor. “T-thank you so much for the help your highness and sorry for disturbing your time here.” You curtsy, looking down as you cannot bear to look at him. “No, don't apologize, I was just doing my duty as a man. However, you can make it up to me by asking me for a dance” he grins.

You look up and meet his green eyes up close which takes you back to when you were reading in the garden with your mother as a child. It was a hot spring day and the grass was greener than ever, it made you feel safe and warm. “Will you give me the honour of dancing with me your majesty?” you almost giggle out. “I would love to, however, let´s cut the formal crap I´m just Eren to you.” You give a slow nod before taking his hand, you could not help but feel nervous dancing with him as everyone was whispering and talking about the two of you. What did they say about you guys? Maybe you were not good enough for him? Maybe it's your dress, it might be too bright for the theme. “Cut that,” Eren says as he is a wizard able to read your mind. “Just focus on the two of us, okay? They don´t matter” he says, lifting your chin up which makes you look him in the eyes. That touch sends goosebumps all over your body, and you start breathing quite slowly. “You really caught my eye Y/n, you are indeed the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on” he whispers in your ear. Your cheeks are on fire and you feel your hands turning clammy which makes you pull them away from him in humiliation. “M-my apologies, I'm not much of a dancer and I get nervous quite easily as you can tell.” You say try to make up an excuse for your foolishness. “Oh I see, so you are not much of a ball princess?” he responds tilting his head a bit to the side. “No, I am not a huge fan of big balls like this one, that the money used on the ball could have been spent on helping the less fortunate,” you say passionately.

A smile creeps out of Eren and he grabs your hand and starts walking. The two of you are holding hands while passing everyone on the floor, you have no idea where this man is taking you, but then you see the balcony at the end. The air was a bit chill, however, the air was fresh and you have never been more relieved tonight as the ballroom is as hot as a sauna. Eren lets go of your hand which made it feel empty as he walks up to the rail of the balcony and you follow him standing to his right. The sweat from the ball and the chill air made you a bit cold. “Here, hot right?” Eren says wrapping his robe around you. “N-no, your hi…” you are cut trying to refuse the gesture “ no formalities between us” lifting his index finger. “Eren, this is your royal robe you shouldn't give it to anyone?” He shakes his head “You are not just anyone, princess” that comment makes you wanna pinch your arm. “Why did you abduct me out here?” you say a bit playful. “Well, our beloved princess doesn´t like balls and I wanted to stargaze,” he says looking up to the sky. “The stars are indeed beautiful tonight,” you say amazed, “they indeed are” he responds looking at you. “So, what´s your story?” you give him a confused look “my story?” Eren gives you a similar look back to mock you a little “yes, your story. Who is this princess of Capri?” You giggle a bit, Eren´s carelessness made you feel at ease, it was like talking to an old friend like Johan.

“Well my story starts 18 years ago, I was the second and youngest born to the Great King and the Queen of Capri. Having an older brother I always knew that I wouldn't get the throne, but I was always fine with that since it was never my dream.” Eren was quite invested in your story “So what is your dream?” He leans his arm on the rail. “I am not a big dreamer unfortunately, however, I have a small wish to read as many books as I can in my lifetime but my biggest wish is to devote my life to helping those in need. I grew up fortunate but also quite sheltered. I have never experienced real struggle but I can imagine it being unbearable. What are your dreams?” He heard everything you said however Eren is mesmerized, not only by the beauty his eyes physically saw but also by the beauty of your mind. His heart feels warm and he knows for a fact that he has hit the jackpot. What he saw in you, in your eyes was a wife, a companion, someone who can raise the future ruler of Eldia and most importantly someone who is devoting herself to taking care of her kingdom.

“Eren?” you say confused as it seems like the young king zoned out. “Sorry for drowning you in boredom” you felt embarrassed, maybe you spoke too much uninteresting nonsense. “I might sound crazy or even maybe selfish, but no other man in this ball but me is meant to be yours.” He says softly, Eren picks out a deep red camellia flower from a small tree that is decorating the balcony and places it on your ear. You are speechless at both his words and his actions, you could hardly tell what you were feeling. Shyness? Excitement? Embarrassment? Joy? It was the first time a man has ever spoken to you in that manner. This must be how princesses in the books your mother read for you must have felt and who would have thought that it would ever happen to you?

Bravery washes over you all of the sudden, you must be drunk on those emerald eyes. You move closer to him and gently lay your hand on top of his. “If you move any closer princess, I might disgrace you” he breathes out. Curiosity clouded your mind, you wanted to know what he meant by that. You felt a strange tingly sensation between your legs and your breathing is so heavy that you start breathing from your mouth. You stare into his mesmerizing green eyes “I want you to disgrace me.” Eren is taken aback as the shy girl he met on the dancefloor is shedding her skin. This drives him wild and his desire for you grows intensively. You were also surprised by your actions, that man has you in a trance and brings something or someone unknown out of you. Eren starts leaning in and you automatically close your eyes, you feel his breath and your body are criminally close. The moment is stopped by the sound of the horn, and both of you jump a bit at the loud sound. “The ball is officially over” you can hear the guard announce.

You were brought back to reality, if someone saw you alone with him rumours might spread which will destroy any other political marriage opportunities if Eren might change his mind. Eren will survive this since he is a man and a powerful king, you on the other hand will be destroyed and that will negatively affect Capri. You feel overwhelmed “I-I have to go, my guard is probably wondering where I am” you lift up parts of your dress to your ankles which makes it easier to speed walk. You are now reminded of the robe you are wearing “Oh, your robe” you are trying to take the robe off but your shoulders are met by his gentle hands. “You can keep it until we meet again, your guard is waiting right?” you mutter a small thanks and you speed walk out of there to find Johan. You find him standing outside of the palace waiting for you “did you find anyone handsome?” his little joke made you blush. “I am excited to meet him” he smiles as he escorts you to your carriage.

Eren is walking back and forth on the balcony smiling, he rubs his face thinking about how insane you are driving him. He was seconds away from potentially declaring war on Capri which on one hand scared him as he forgot about his duties and roles as a king but on the other hand excited the young man in him. Eren spots something white near the door, he walks towards it and picks it up. It is the white choker you wore, must have fallen off as you tried to take off his robe in a rush. He smiles at your carelessness, “there you are! I've been looking for you everywhere!” His thoughts are disrupted by his stressed-out advisor. “Hey” he responds while still looking at the choker which makes Armin confused at first before clocking what was going on. “I guess you found the one huh” he grins at his friend. “Yeah,” Eren says calmly, “then I must help you prepare your proposal to the Caprian King then '' Armin grins as the comment makes Eren blush a bit. “I guess we have found a potential match, her rumoured kindness can bring stability to the Eldian Empire and most importantly Capri is a wealthy nation that most countries are dependent on. We can benefit enormously economically from both trading with Capri and also by making them help us to put economic sanctions on threatening nations as the Princess is the King's beloved sister.” The council members nod in agreement with the young advisor. Erwin is the first to speak “Well done the two of you” Nile turns to his King “are there any other princesses you wish to see as a potential Queen?” He shakes his head “no, I have found the one.”

It has been five weeks since the ball and Eren has left a mark on your mind. You have kept the camellia he gave you in a small vase in your room, just looking at it makes you filled with butterflies. Does he also think about you, the way you think about him? That question roams your head every time you are reminded of him. His robe was cleaned and hidden in your closet. Avery asked about the robe and you told her everything about the night, well maybe not everything since you subtracted the almost kiss that happened between you. If she found out she would have gone all mama bear, which is the last thing you need right now. Speaking of mama bear, she has been stressing the maids the whole day about finding you the right dress for this afternoon.

Today is the day you are going to receive the marriage proposals, which makes you surprisingly excited. “Well, someone is in a good mood, are the proposals that exciting?” Christine says, putting you in a navy blue dress with golden flower embroidery on. “It's not the proposals, but the proposal she is excited for” Avery gives you a blink and you look down in embarrassment. “Wait, you have met someone? Who is he?” Christine stops laying your edges down in shock. “Well…ehm” you start fidgeting your fingers “King Eren Jeager” you manage to squeeze out. The maid stares in shock “that devil?” you were confused but the two of you were disrupted by Avery´s cough “Your ponytail all are done, Christine why don´t you finish up her edges so that she can attend the meeting.” Christine finishes up your edges, they had braided down your ponytail which is waist length. You hear a knock on the door and it is Johan that is waiting to escort you. Christine gives you a big hug and wishes you good luck before sending you off. Johan and you link arms as you are walking to the throne room.

“Why are you wishing for our dear Y/n to marry some devil?” she looks fuming at Avery who is pulling out a chair. “It's not like I'm thrilled about it either, however, we should not influence or cloud her judgment when she is doing this for the interest of the Kingdom. All we can do is be by her side when she needs us, that's our job anyways” Avery says sitting down in defeat, praying for her princess. “Hopefully, the handsome man you met at the ball is proposing today or else royal assassination might happen.” You try to hush him down as you were stressed that someone might overhear. “I´m joking relax Y/n, well here we are the throne room.”

You take a deep breath as the doors open and you enter the room. You haven´t been here since your father passed away but it remained unchanged with gold decorations everywhere and with paintings of all the rulers of Capri including your brother and his wife. At the end on top of a small staircase sits your brother on his throne. He smiles at you as you are walking up to sit next to the councilmen.

One of the guards introduces advisor Kenzo from Hizuru, the man walks in and bows to both you and your brother. “Princess Y/n, our beloved prince wishes to take you as a wife and has brought you gifts,” the advisor gives you and your brother boxes of tea and snacks from Hizuru. “Thank you” you smile at the advisor which makes him blush. “Thank you, we´ll discuss the proposal and come back to you in a bit.” your brother interrupts. The advisor bows one last time before exiting the room. “Hizuru is a wealthy nation and a long-time ally however, they are in the same position as us and cannot provide us proper military assistance” senior member Wilfred states. Everyone nods in agreement which kind of makes you relieved as it gives Eren now a bigger chance.

Next in is the advisor of the prince of Gobin, you never spoke during the ball but he found you stunning. He offered you chocolate and coffee, you snuck in a bite and it was the best you have ever tasted. Council member Filip argues that Gobin´s economy is unstable and is on the brink of collapsing so it wouldn´t be safe to marry you off to them. The argument wasn't receiving any challenge so everyone must agree you thought.

Then the advisor of King Nicholas arrived, your heart dropped and your hands are shaking. “Our majesty, King Nicholas wishes to marry princess Y/n of Capri. As he believes that it will benefit both countries economically and militarily.” The advisor announces “No gifts?” Council member Filip jokes which make the advisor slightly nervous “n-no, his majesty didn´t believe it was needed for gifts.” You roll your eyes at Nicholas's audacity, it is royal tradition everywhere to bring some kind of gift and he has the audacity to believe that it isn't necessary to bring your brother some out of respect. The advisor bows and says “I´ll let you discuss the proposal in peace” and leaves. “Well although bringing no gifts isn´t ideal, it seems like we have no other choice since they are the last proposal. The King´s argument is valid as his kingdom got an advanced military which is what we need.” Your brother argues, which they all agree on. Your heart drops as you heard that, did Eren change his mind? Was it because you were acting too brave with him? Most men like innocent girls. Maybe he found someone better and prettier?

The door opened and they announced advisor Armin Arlert of Eldia. Armin is breathing heavily and looks red like a tomato, he bows quickly and starts by apologizing. “My apology your highnesses, we lost our way to the kingdom.” Armin felt like a sinner in church, knowing that you were Eren´s only choice the advisor knew he could not mess this up. However, everyone was shocked to know that the King of Eldia the devil himself wishes to take your hand in marriage. Armin lets out a little cough to gain some strength “Our majesty, King Eren Jeager of Eldia wishes to take Princess Y/n to be his bride. As he believes that the two of them will be a fitted match as well as it will benefit both nations extremely. He also brought you both gifts.” Armin holds two large boxes, he starts by giving you and your brother each your gifts. Your brother opens it there are golden rings and a silk robe, but there are also gold earrings as a gift to the beloved Queen. Everyone including you stares in awe as it shows the wealth of Eldia. You open yours there are two poetry books filled with love poems, a smile is printed on your face as he must have remembered that you love to read. You pick one up and on the first page, it's written “Carla Jeager” who is Carla? Did the books belong to his sister? You weren´t sure, nor did you mind as the gift was thoughtful. You look further and find a red camellia flower and a gold ring with a diamond on it. The advisor seems impressed by the ring while you were flattered by the beautiful flower, it was larger and more colourful than the one he gave you on the balcony. Lastly, there is an envelope written “To princess Y/n”, which makes smile and you open it in excitement.

To my princess,

I haven´t stopped thinking about you since the night of the ball, I knew there and then that you were the one for me. Our meeting was short, however when I laid my eyes on you. Seeing you in that beautiful pink dress, I knew it was love at first sight. I hope that you desire me, the way I desire you and accept this proposal.

Your beloved

Eren

You were speechless, it was the sweetest gift you have ever received. “King Eren also requests that the King comes to Eldia for a visit so they can meet and discuss the requirements of Capri. He also requests that the wedding is to be held this coming spring as it is Eldian royal tradition.” Armin finishes before he bows and exits to let you guys discuss. “We have no other choice but to obey King Eren´s wishes. He has the world's strongest military which solves our problems times two in addition to that saying no might indicate to him that we are not interested in building relations with Eldia which can be a threat to our peace. Lastly, our Y/n has the potential to become the most powerful woman in the world which will give Capri military protection but also huge political influence.” Senior council Wilfred argues strongly, he then looks at you, you do not even notice as you are blushing over Eren´s letter. What caught your attention was the protest from Filip “but he is a devil, haven´t you heard the stories from the nations that have gone to war against him. They have crumbled into nothingness. Do we want to send our princess to marry a beast like him?”

You are shocked to hear what came out of his mouth, but then Christine´s shocked face came into your vision and the whispers on the ball “the devil.” This all confuses you, a devil? The same sweet man that wrote you this letter and has given you two beautiful flowers. He has treated you with nothing but kindness, so you shouldn't judge him immediately. “Silence!” your brother shouts “For the love of the Gods, you are brawling like a bunch of drunk commoners in a pub” your brother massages his temples. “I have to say that I am agreeing with Lord Wilfred and I am going to agree to meet up with the King to discuss our requests.” Council member Filip nods in defeat as he knew better than to argue against his king. Your brother smiles at you as he could read that Eren was your favourite out of all of them. “Bring in advisor Arlert”, the guard walks out and immediately brings the blonde. “We will set out to meet up with King Eren in three days.” your brother announces. He gives you a nod, “I, the princess Y/n of Capri accept King Eren Jaeger's proposal.” The blonde is smiling from ear to ear and bows to his future Queen.

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✿❀ VOLUME 2: FAMILIAR FACES MEET ❀✿

Spider-Man Eren! x Fem. Reader

Volume 2: Familiar Faces Meet: Part 2 -> Part 1: Here!

(This is part 2!)

Sypnosis:

An alternate universe where Attack on Titan and the Marvel universe collide. Where the Spider-Man universes collide!

Where the new spider is the one and only nerdy, Eren Yeager. Who happens to have a world stopping crush on you.

Genre:

Attack on Titan, Marvel crossover. Spider-Man and Eren Yeager crossover. Multiple parts.

Word count:

15.4k Words

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Location: The Small Informational Tent…

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You giggled, shooting your hands into the sky. “Yeah! It was huge!” You explained, twirling around in your spot. “Then, it swooped down like— woosh! And picked me up like nothing.” You said, looking directly at Sasha and giggling carelessly.

Sasha laughed, “Dude, that’s terrifying.” She commented, “What did Harry do?”

Run away like a bitch. You shrugged, “I guess I was too busy screaming my head off.” You grabbed the clipboard off the pull-out table, looking at the reports. You were holding a small event for the school. It was to spread awareness about the destruction, and improvement the Avengers are achieving. Ironic? Yes. But, you had to spread awareness. Especially with the recent hate the Avengers had been getting. Also, you did technically work with them so, there was that.

You handed out a lollipop to a small girl who came up to your stand. Smiling sweetly as you leaned over the table. Placing one in her tiny hand, and waving goodbye to her and her parents. Sasha let her head tilt to the side. “Y/n, I don’t know how you do it girl.” She said, leaning down on the table. “You’re organizing a school event, and throwing a party tonight?” She loudly whistled.

You giggled, giving a sheepish smile. “No, it’s nothing, I usually have Jean to help me.” You told the small duo, looking at Connie, “And sometimes, Connie’s there too.” You added.

Connie nodded, “You know it, Babe.” He stood up from the folded chair, doing a small stretch. “Am I bringing something, or–”

“Y/n! Babe!” Someone shouted, cutting Connie off. You gave him a small apologetic look, before turning your head to the sound. Seeing who was calling you out. You sweetly smiled at Jean, wrapping your hands around his torso as he brought you into a hug. You didn’t think he was going to come. Jean wasn't a big fan of school events, let alone informational events. Especially when it came to the Avengers. Jean wasn’t a big fan of them. Jean lifted your head to him. “Party still on tonight, Gorgeous?”

Gorgeous? Wait, isn’t that what– “Yeah, same time and place as always.” Sasha told him, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, nothing new.” You told him, running your fingers over your short, silk dress. “You stayin’ at the vacation house, or leaving right after?” You grabbed a Jolly Rancher lollipop, removing the wrapper and popping the sweet lolly into your mouth.

“Yeah, I’ll stay.” Jean grabbed another lollipop, “I’ll do what I always do.” He popped the sweet lolly into his mouth.

Jean always watched a movie with you after a party. It was a small tradition, something special between you two. You actually really enjoyed it. Oh, and he also helped you clean up. It’s why you adored Jean so much.

You tilted your head, giving a playfully giggle. “And, what’s that?” You grabbed a pen and quickly wrote something down on your clipboard, making Jean quickly look at it.

Jean leaned down, hovering his mouth near your ear. “I’ll have Connie and Sasha clean up.”

Both of their heads perked to that, letting out a simultaneous, “We heard that.” You giggled, walking to the front of the stand. Pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Sasha tilted her head at you, “Hey, Y/n?” You turned your head to her, nodding. Eyes wide and inviting. Sasha pressed her lips together, almost as if she was debating on what she was going to say. “Uhm, don’t take this the wrong way or anything but..” she looked at Connie, giving him a look.

Connie returned it, jumping into the conversation. “You sound… different.” He plainly said, making direct eye contact with you. “And,” Connie stopped himself, not wanting to say more.

You blinked, did they catch on? “I– I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, a small uncertain giggle at the end of your sentence.

“It’s not a bad thing, Y/n.” Sasha added, “It’s just– It’s a little different.”

You took a step back, eyes widening, “Is– Do I sound stupid, or something?!” You replied, placing a hand to your chest. Trying to sound offended.

Before you did. Sasha and Connie thought. Connie shook his head, “No, not at all. It just feels like I can have a conversation with you. It’s nice.” Sasha nodded her head in agreement, making Connie gesture to Jean. “Jean, don’t you agree.”

Jean shrugged, texting someone on his phone. “I don’t know, she always sounds the same.” He smiled at his phone, biting his lip.

Connie rolled his eyes.

You gave a defeated smile. Sitting back down on the pull up table, crossing one leg over the other. You quickly checked the phone for the time, pushing a strand of hair back. 3:40 “Only three more hours until I can go home.”

“Six until the party.” Jean added, looking up for a second. Flashing you a small smile. God, you adored Jean’s smile.

You closed your eyes for a moment. Five until the party.

“By the way, is that a locket?” Jean asked, pointing at your necklace.

You slowly opened your eyes, peering at him. Noticing the way his eyes were on your chest. You didn’t know if it was a good thing he noticed your new necklace. “Uh, yeah, it is!” You replied, trying to ignore it. Placing your fingers to the small heart. “It’s nothing too big or noticeable.” For one hundred and seventy dollars.

“Is there a picture inside?” Connie asked, tilting his head at the jewelry. He didn’t notice it until Jean pointed it out.

You smiled fondly, feeling your cheeks heat up. You turned away, placing a hand over your lips. “Yeah, there is.” You softly responded.

“Of who?” Jean asked.

You smiled, pointing a finger at him. “No one you know, Jean.” You responded, “And, how do you know it’s a person? It could be my amazing black cat, Luna.” You leaned forward, “Or, my hairless one, Daisy.” You leaned back over the table, looking to the sky. Smiling to yourself, that was a lie.

However, in the distance, long where you couldn’t see, two boys stood. Bickering to one another. Armin softly groaned, his eyes moving to Eren then back to you. “Dude, aren't you like a superhero? Can’t you just watch from a distance.” He said, gesturing around him.

“We are watching from a distance.”

Armin leaned on a tree, Eren huddled behind it. Peeking out the side at the tent you were at. Too scared to approach you. “I mean like a building distance.” Armin responded, “Not a few feet away like a fucking stalker.” This is just… sad.. Armin loved Eren, was attracted to him maybe, but for the love of god was he getting on his nerves.

Eren turned to Armin, squinting his eyes at him. Almost like he knew what Armin thought. “I don’t say anything when you go on hentai marathons.”

“Out of pocket.” Armin replied, reaching for his phone and checking the time. “C’mon, man this is–” He sighed, running his hand over his face. Hiding his expression, “..weird..”

Eren huffed, adjusting his backpack, and leaning back on the tree. Holding his camera around his neck, toying with the strap. Spider-Man could talk to you, why couldn’t he?

Armin looked at the camera, “Eren, I don't understand why you don’t just go up to the tent, and take some pictures for the school?” He said, putting air quotes around the word school. “Then, talk to her while you’re there.”

Eren blinked a few times. “You know what, that’s actually a really good idea.”

Armin slapped his face, looking at Eren through his fingers. “I don’t know how the hell you’re an Avenger if you couldn’t think of that.” Armin immediately thought of Eren’s job. “Fuck, how the hell are you working at Stark Industries?!” He held back a laugh.

“Well..” Eren slowly started, “Circumstance.” Eren pushed himself off the tree trying to hide the embarrassed blush on his face. Armin had a good point.

“Eren you fight bad guys.” He said, “You might fight someone like Ultron one day, and if you can’t talk to Y/n, how are you…”

“I don’t know.” Eren quickly responded, “Death is temporary, rejection is forever.”

“Actually…” Armin paused, not having the energy to correct his friend. Sometimes Eren could be such a dumbass. Maybe you two were perfect for eachother. “Yeah, yeah.” He responded. “Sure, whatever you think.”

Eren grabbed his camera, holding it to his face. Looking at the few pictures he took. Armin rolled his eyes, “Eren, some distant photos aren’t going to make the ’school’ happy.” He placed a hand on his hip, “Unlike you, I actually want to talk to Y/n.” Armin wanted to know what this event you were holding was about. All he knows is that Tony Stark is funding it. Actually, why was Tony funding this?

“These are fine, don’t worry.” Eren says briefly, trying to hide the face he wanted to make. He was cringing. God, these pictures were not good.

Armin grabbed Eren, pulling him away from the tree. “Oh my god Eren, we’re studen– adults. Stop acting like a–” He tugged on him, struggling considerably. Armin only moved him a few inches because Eren wasn’t prepared. “C’mon, I’m doing you a–!”

“Ren! Armin” You shouted, waving a hand and smiling. Slightly jumping up and down, beckoning them to come over. Jean behind you trying to get you to shut up. He rolled his eyes, and loudly groaned when both boys looked at you. You scolded him for a second, before looking back at them. Smiling invitingly. Ignoring how Jean was practically all over trying to get you to stop. You didn’t care.

Eren felt his eyebrows mush together, catching a glimpse of Jean and you. Why were you always around him? Eren looked back at Armin, seeing the smug smile on his lips. Eren could feel himself scowling at him, “I hate you.”

“You love me.” Armin said with a smile, letting go of Eren and whipping his hands on his pants. “Now, you can get those photos.” He told him, practically skipping his happy ass over to you.

Now, Eren was going to kill him. “I’m going to kill you.”

Armin forced a smile, and shrugged. Happily humming as he made his way over to you. Eren was going to sock him, but he composed himself and looked at the tent. Forcing a smile at you.

You looked good today. You always looked good.

Hair in a bun, sunglasses over your eyes and that silk dress. A black puffy jacket resting on your chair and some black heels. Your bangs out framing your face, gloved hands like always, and your necklace–Wait, you got a new necklace? Was that a locket?

“Oh my gosh! It’s so good to see you two!” You said, pushing your legs to the front of the table and jumping off it in their direction. Smiling sweetly as you placed your hands behind your back. Tilting your head at Eren, quickly glancing at his camera. “Are you here to take a picture for the school?” You asked, gesturing your hand to the tent.

Armin slightly pushed Eren in your direction, trying to motivate him to speak. Eren thickly swallowed, gripping his camera tighter. His ears, burning. “Uhm, yeah...” He wished he was Spider-Man right now.

You blinked a few times, slightly confused. Before tilting your head and pouting your lips. Trying to think for a moment, “Uhm.. Do you need us to pose, or something?” You proposed, blinking at Eren innocently. Giving him an awkward smile. He looked uncomfortable. Oh my gosh, am I making him uncomfortable?! You took a small step back, biting your lip. Almost embarrassed, your cheeks were burning.

Eren could feel his cheeks start to burn. It was so hot, why was it always so hot? “Uhm, well– something like that…” He mumbled, looking down at the ground.

You blinked a few times, I’m totally making him uncomfortable. You gave him your best smile.

Eren could feel it. You smiled. How cute.

“What was that Yeager?” Jean mocked, smiling cockily to himself. Walking towards the table and leaning over it, cupping his ear and laughing to himself. “Couldn’t hear ya.”

“Then maybe, you should start listening.” Is what Spider-Man would’ve said, but Eren wasn’t Spider-Man right now. So, he responded with.. “Uhm, just pose for the camera..”

You twisted your head back, glaring at Jean. Eyebrows mushed together as you slapped his shoulder. “Jean, be nice.” You scolded, “Eren’s actually really sweet.” You said, glancing at Eren for a second. Flashing him a soothing smile.

“You could learn a thing or two about it.” Connie whispered to Jean as he walked to the table.

Jean glared at Connie, but didn’t say anything. Just turned his attention back to Eren. Jean’s eyes moving to Armin. “And Armin.” He greeted, smiling sweetly. “Sorry, you’re just so easy to miss.”

You awkwardly giggled, seeing the tension rise between the three males. Connie noticed it too, “How about we take the picture?” Connie voiced, placing a hand on Jean's shoulder.

You nodded in agreement, turning to Eren and smiling. “Yeah, I can’t wait to get another photo from you.” You couldn’t help but say. You regretted it as soon as it left your mouth. Your cheeks were burning again.

“Another one?” Jean asked, his attention on you. “You guys hang out?” Alone?

“Yes.” You said.

“No.” Eren said.

You turned to Eren, blinking a few times. He looked at you, returning your confused expression. You could feel something tug at your heart. “Do we not hang out?...” You asked, slightly hurt and pained by his response.

“Well, yeah, but.. for school and work.” Jesus, what was he saying? Just agree with her goddammit.

“You two work together?” Jean asked, interrupting the conversation between you two. His eyebrows were mushed together. “Actually, no scratch that– you have a job?” He asked you, running his tongue over his teeth.

“Well, it’s like.. it’s nothing big.” You quickly defended. Your skin burning up from the pressure.

“Makes sense.” Jean quickly responded. “I wouldn’t expect Yeager to work anywhere, but Mcdonalds.” He smiled at you, “No offense.”

You mushed your eyebrows together, crossing your arms over your chest. Mumbling a, “None taken.” So much was taken.

“You know what, you should just take the picture Eren.” Armin voiced, trying to de-escalate the situation. He could practically see Jean rolling up his sleeves. This was probably going to end in a fight. Like it almost always did.

“Yeah, Listen to your boyfriend Yeager.” Jean said with a cocky laugh. “I mean, you want to ride his dick tonight right?” He leaned over the table, tilting his head and looking down at Eren. “So be a good boy.”

Eren felt his jaw drop.

You felt your jaw drop.

Eren was going to fucking rock his shit.

“How about we just take the picture?” You told Eren, placing a hand on his arm. Smiling at him fondly. Eren could feel his face burn by your proximity. He wanted you closer.

“Jean’s just in a salty mood, because some girl refused to sleep with him.” Connie voiced, scrolling through his messages. When did he grab Jean’s phone?

Jean quickly grabbed the device from his friend’s hand, shoving it into his pocket. “Don’t take my shit.” He said, glaring at Connie.

“Yeah, yeah.. Let’s just take the picture already!” Connie rebutted.

You giggled as you leaned your head on Eren’s shoulder, tilting your head up to look at Eren. “You can print it out and give it to me when I go to your house.”

Jean’s eyes were on you. He leaned over the table, grabbing your hand and tugging you away from Eren. “Stand next to me.” Since when were you so friendly with Eren?

You clasp your hands together, closing your eyes and smiling. “Awh, Jean–Boy! You want me to be next to you in the picture!” You said, going to his side and hugging his arm. Standing on your tippy toes and saying, “You’re so sweet Jean.”

Jean nodded his head while you continued to praise him. Jean didn’t take his eyes off Yeager, just glaring at him while he spoke. “Yeah. Nice.”

You rested your hand on his chest, letting him wrap his hand around your body while you rested your head on his side. Eren felt a part of him cringe at how close you and Jean were. Jean noticed Eren’s reaction, doing his best not to smile at him. Connie came to your side, leaning on you. You giggled in return, scrunching your nose cutely and groaning, “Connie!”

Connie cackled, looking back at Sasha as she stayed put in her chair behind the three of you. Before he could even ask, she answered his question. “I don’t want to be posted by the school.” She said, “Sorry.” Connie rolled his eyes, looking back at the camera. Sasha wasn’t sorry.

You pouted, nodding your head and turning back to Eren, smiling at him. Connie smiled with you, while Jean rolled his eyes and forced one of his iconic knee-buckling smiles. Eren could’ve sworn he heard some girl faint. Eren sighed, raising his camera to his eye. Taking a step back and angling his camera at the tent and the three of you. He clicked the top button, capturing the image and looking at it. “Cute.” He obliged.

You giggled, immediately pushing yourself away from Jean and leaning over the table. Jean rolled his eyes at your eagerness, not before checking you out in the position you were in. Letting his eyes openly staring at the back of your thighs. Thank god for short dresses. “Lemmie see! Lemmie see!” You asked, trying to peek at the picture.

Eren smiled at your eagerness, walking in front of the table and dipping the camera down. Bending down to allow you to see the picture. You smiled at the picture, placing your hand to your heart. “Oh my god! We look so cute!” You looked up at his face, biting your lip for a second. “You did such a good job.”

Eren froze. Holy shit. That did things to him. Eren’s eyes dipped down, looking at your glossy lips. Observing the way they slightly parted, your tongue running over them. God, if only he could kiss you, without the mask. Kiss you, touch you, taste– Eren felt his spider-sense tingle. What the hell is behind me?

“Y/n?”

You peered over his shoulder, bumping against Eren. Blinking at the person who called your name. You could feel your eyes widen, your jaw dropping. Holy shit.

You rushed back and jumped into their arms. They both jumped back, not expecting you to jump into them. You giggled loudly as their arms wrapped around you.

“It’s good to see you too, Y/n.”

Eren felt his eyebrows furrow.

Jean felt his eyebrows furrow.

Who the hell were these guys? They both simultaneously thought. Looking at each other and exchanging a confused look, hoping the other knew who these people were. They both didn’t

“Reiner, Bertolt!” You shouted, “What are you two doing here?!” You pulled your head back, looking at the two. Your voice was high and sweet, displaying a slight confusion.

Reiner smiled, gently placing you on the ground. “We’re here for work, we arrived this morning and decided to go sightseeing, then happened to see you.”

“Work?” You questioned, your head tilting to the side. “I thought your work was back in California?” You said, taking a step back. I don’t think any companies would send their workers to New York for training. It’s too long and expensive. “You know, back with–” You paused, not wanting to finish that sentence.

Reiner looked at Bertolt, forcing a smile. “Yeah, well. We’re here for training.” He told you, “We’re going back to California when it’s over.”

“Hm.” You acknowledged, “Wait, where do you guys work again?” You leaned back, “I always seem to forget.”

“We’re constantly changing jobs, that’s why.” Bertolt told you with a smile, “We don’t even know if we’re going to stay at this one for very long–”

“We work for Oscorp.” Reiner quickly said, cutting Bertolt off. “We’ve been working with them for a few months now.”

“Like, three.” Bertolt slowly said, turning away slightly.

You felt your eyebrows furry for a moment, “Oh, uhm.” You placed your hands behind your back. ��Why didn’t you tell me?” I’m literally working with your competitors..

They didn’t say anything for a second, eye bouncing to your tent. “‘Cause we’re always switching jobs.”

You wanted to ask again. Why didn’t you tell me? But, you didn’t, well, you were interrupted.

“Y/n, who are these dicks?” Jean asked, placing his hand on your back as he stood behind you. Eyes dark as he gave them a cold glare. You placed your hands to your face, cringing. Of all the times Jean wanted to be an idiot, now wasn’t the time.

Both Reiner and Bertolt noticed your embarrassed look. You looked at Jean while Reiner laughed. Reiner took a step in his direction. Jean thickly swallowed, fuck he’s tall. “I’m going to do you one good.” He told Jean, “Who the fuck are you?” He asked, tilting his head down.

You closed your eyes, taking a step back. This wasn’t going to be good. You looked back at Eren, making a face that represented how uncomfortable you were. You wished he would just take you away from this. Jean didn’t step back, just stood in place. “More important than you will ever be.” Jean looked back at you for a second, before looking at Reiner. You placed a hand over your eyes, mumbling, “..Jean, really?..”

Reiner smiled, letting out an amused laugh. Lifting his sleeves, Bertolt quickly placed a hand in front of his brother's chest. “C’mon Reiner,” he calmly said, trying his best to slow down the situation. “Jean–Boy, obviously doesn’t mean any harm.” Bertolt turned to him, “Right.”

Yes he does. Eren thought, secretly wanting to see Jean get his ass beat.

Jean grit his teeth. “Actually—“

“They’re my brothers.” You quickly intervened, knowing Jean wouldn’t budge if you didn’t. “So, yeah. They are kinda’ important.” You awkwardly said, fingers fiddling together. A forced smile on your lips.

“You have a brother?!” Connie shouted, making you flinch. “Scratch that—“ Sasha joined, “You have two hot older brothers?!” Connie frantically nodded his head agreeing with her.

You blinked, eyebrows coming together. “Yes?..” You wouldn’t describe them that way, but.. sure?

“Y/n, invite them to your party!” Sasha said, pushing herself off the chair and rushing to you. Going behind you and placing her hands on your shoulders, placing her head there too. “The more the merrier, right!”

You grimaced. Knowing what your brothers were going to say. “You’re throwing a party?” Reiner asked, a hand on his hip. Bertolt scratched his head, looking to the side and thinking. “Since when do you even like par–”

“Yes, I’m throwing a party.” You quickly told them, “I throw parties.” You gave them a look that could only be described as– shut up.

You could see Reiner open his mouth, about to ask more when– “Woah, Y/n?” Connie said interrupting. “Why didn’t you tell me Spider-Man was at the robot attack?”

Everyone fell silent. Eren, Armin, Jean, Sasha, Reiner, Bertolt, and you. Their eyes on you. Jean was scowling, Eren wasn’t breathing, Sasha was smiling, Connie was– I don’t even know, and Armin was looking at Eren. You felt your cheeks burn, you didn’t know if it was because of the attention or.. “I– w–well..”

“Woah! Did you just stutter?!” Sasha teased, laughing loudly. A smile building onto her lips. “Oh my god! Do you like him, Y/n?!”

You whipped your head back to her. Brushing her hands off your shoulders. “No!” You shouted, face still burning. “I just–”

“Dude, you totally like him.” Sasha cackled, “I mean, it’s kinda’ weird, don’t get me wrong. He could be an old man under that mask or–”

“He’s not!” You quickly defended, “He’s funny, and I don’t think an old man would be able to swing around like Spider-Man.”

“Tony Stark does it.” Connie added.

“Tony Stark is the only goddamn exception.” Sasha threw back.

“Tony Stark is overrated.” You grumbled. Crossing your arms over your chest. He’s also an asshole.

“Is not!” Sasha shouted. “Anyways..” She said, tossing a chunk of her hair over her shoulder sassily. “Back to your big time crush.”

You shook your head, going to the table and sitting on it. Gesturing for your brothers to do the same. They did, each of them going to one of your sides. “It’s not a big time crush.” Sasha gave you a look, one you tried not to react to. Unfortunately, you couldn’t. You just turned away and smiled, your face burning again. “Okay, fine.”

Your brothers turned to you, already knowing what was about to go down. Jean did to by the way he was shaking his head and muttering, “Not the fucking Spider.”

“But can you blame me?! He’s so—“ you pressed your lips together smiling, trying to form the words. But it just came out as a loud and cute squeal. “I just can’t with him.” You said into your hands.

“Y/n.. you have a crush on Spider-Man?” Jean asked, a scowl on his face. Hands fisted in his pockets.

You spread your fingers, peaking at him. Fluttering your lashes a few times, “I mean… yeah.” You told him, “I mean, have you seen him?!” That suit is tight.

Sasha nodded in agreement, “That tight suit doesn’t leave much to the imagination.” She adds.

You turned to her, “Who’s side are you on?!”

“The hot superhero side.” Sasha threw back, however, Bucky Barnes flashed in her head, and he wasn't necessarily a hero. “Actually no, the chaotic neutral.” Ultron flashed in her head, “Actually..”

Connie placed his hand on her shoulder, disappointed. “I just watched everything that came to your mind.” He said, grimacing and sucking air through his teeth. “And, it wasn’t good.”

“I don’t believe you.” Sasha said. Eyes trained on him.

“Ultron.”

Sasha looked to the ground, closing her eyes and cupping them with her hands. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be.”

“Ultron was valid though.” Armin added.

Sasha secretly gave Armin a nod of appreciation.

“Spider-Man,” you quickly said, “Let’s keep this conversation on Spider-Man.” You turned to your brothers. “What do you think about him?” You asked. Almost like you were asking for their approval.

“Uhm.” Bertolt started, looking at his brother. “I mean, he’s not… bad.” He said, taking his time to look back at you. “He’s okay.. I guess.”

Jean nodded, “Can’t disagree with that.”

Eren rolled his eyes. Jean was just mad he threw his liter back at him. Besides, you were gushing about him. Not Jean. Of course Jean was going to be a little salty. You just let out an over dramatic gasp. “You did not!” You said, “Spider-Man’s amazing!” You turned to Reiner. “You?”

Reiner shrugged. “He’s okay, I could care less.” He pulled out his phone, checking his notifications. Eyes glancing over the news article Apple recommended him.

‘Vingalatie Spider-Man saves lives at restaurant attack, should we be praising him’ Reiner rolled his eyes, “He saved you, I would only imagine you’d like him.” Wait, the Queen died?! Reiner felt his heart shatter, he shouldn’t have checked the news..

You shook your head, “You don’t get it.”

Reiner shrugged. “I don’t.”

Bertolt’s phone rang, and your eyes shifted to him. He grabbed it, sliding his finger over the screen and lifting it to his ear. Bertolt took a few steps back, walking away from the group. Reiner had his eyes on his brother, watching him take the call. “It’s probably our work calling for us.” Reiner sighed, stretching as he pushed himself off the table. “We best be going anyway.”

You nodded, “Oh, uhm,” you nodded your head. “Okay?” You didn’t expect them to leave so soon. You quickly gave them a brief hug, smiling sweetly. “I’ll see you later then.”

“And come to the party!” Sasha shouted.

Bertolt laughed, joining the conversation. “Yeah, sure. We’ll drop by, where is it?”

You quickly gave Sasha a death glared, before turning back to your brothers. Visibly cringing at the answer you were about to give them. “Uhm, it’s at the—“

Reiner grimaced, “Don’t tell me.”

“Yup..”

“At the vacation house.” All three of you said.

“See ya’ there.” You added, pushing them away. You snapped your head to Sasha when they finally left, “Invite my parents while you’re at it Sash!”

“What!?” Sasha said, “I’m trying to get lai—“

“Don’t finish that sentence.” You pointed at her.

“You wouldn’t be complaining if I invited Spider-Man!”

“She would give you head if that happened.” Connie said without a second thought, not even taking his eyes off his phone. Your jaw dropped. Quickly punching his shoulder as you objected. Sometimes, he was so uncensored.

Armin discreetly elbowed Eren’s side, giving him a look. Eren gave him one back, silently telling him, ‘Don’t say shit.’

“That’s different.” You shot back, pointing a finger at Connie.

Armin looked at Eren, “Why not?!” He dramatically whispered, glancing back at you. Seeing the way you were pointing an accusing finger at Connie and defending yourself. Sasah trying to hold her laugh back.

“Because?! Are you serious right now!?” Eren whispered back, “Spider-Man’s an Avenger! Not a party trick!” He tried to reason.

Armin shook his head, “Who cares?! You’ll get to hang out with Y/n as Spider-Man, and who knows? She might give you head for inviting him..” He proposed, trying to persuade his friend.

“No, don’t do it.” Eren continued to whisper. Pointing a finger at his best friend.

“Eren knows Spider-Man.”

Eren’s hand slapped against his face, I’m going to push him off a roof. I’m going to fucking push him off a goddamn roof.

The table turned to the two boys. You froze on the spot, your whole attention on Eren. “You… do?..” you asked, tilting your head. Your eyes widening with excitement.

“No, no, I don’t.” Eren thickly swallowed, pulling on his collar. “I– I mean..”

“They’re friends.” Armin added with a smile, sending a small wink your way.

“Of course they’re not.” Jean interrupted, “He’s just saying that to get your attention, Y/n.” It was so obvious.

Eren turned to Jean, “Well, I’ve met him a few times, yeah.” He felt himself getting hot under the pressure, “But, it was through my job with Stark.” Eren turned to Armin, silently glaring at him. “But, I’m not supposed to talk about it.”

“Wait, Spider-Man works with Tony Stark?! I thought he was a vigilante?” Sasha asked.

Shit. Stark was going to kill him.

“See, he’s bullshitting.” Jean quickly added.

You blinked a few times, pushing a strand of hair out of your face. “Uhm, I don’t know about that..” Eren didn’t seem like the type of person to lie. I mean, what would be the point?

“Seriously? You think Yeager knows Spider-Boy?” Jean scowled.

“Spider-Man.” Eren corrected.

Jean raised an eyebrow at his reaction. “What? You have a crush on him too?”

“Jean.” You said, trying to get his attention. “Can you just drop it?”

You watched as they both turned to you. Jean’s hand coming to his side, “You’re taking his side? You’re telling me you believe this liar?” Jean gestured to Eren.

“Well,” you started. Unsure which side you should take. “I don’t, not believe him?..” You said questioningly.

Eren discreetly gave Jean a smug look. “Please, then go ahead Yeager, how do you know Spider-Boy?” Jean laughed to himself, “Wait, my bad, you guys are just co-workers at Stark Industries.” Eren picked up on the malice, and sarcasm in Jean’s voice. Jean didn’t even believe Eren when he said he worked at Stark Industries. Because, that would mean you worked at Stark Industries. Jean feels back to thinking, but that was just impossible.

However, nothing came to Eren’s mind. He didn’t know what to say without sounding suspicious. Me and Spider-Man are close friends? That sounded to— “Eren takes pictures of him for the Newspaper.” Armin quickly cut in, “He just sends them in anonymously, doesn’t want the attention.” Armin pointed at his camera, “I bet you he has some pictures in his camera right now.”

Eren did. But, how did Armin know that? Eren never told him about him taking pictures of himself in the suit. Actually, scrap that. Armin has known Eren for years, it would be weird if Armin didn’t assume this about him.

“Bullshit.” Jean quickly said, “I’m calling bullshit.” All of it. Jean pulled up his phone, clicked his camera and pulled up a picture of Spider-Man. Handing the phone to you. “Anyone can take a decent picture of the spider creep.” Jean was right, on his phone was a picture of Spider-Man. One he took himself. It was of Spider-Man swinging in Jean’s direction, almost like he was trying to go to Jean. Was it high quality? Not exactly.. but it was enough to claim what Eren was claiming. Yes..

Eren pulled his camera down, pulling up his favorite picture of Spider-Ma— himself. And handing it to you. It was a picture from a bridge. Wait, why the hell did I do that?.. He didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. Eren couldn’t help it, but as soon as those worries appeared, they disappeared.

Suddenly, your eyes widened. Utter shock and excitement flooding them. God, you were so cute. You dropped Jean’s phone, ignoring how he was starting to lecture you, and rushing to Eren. “Oh my gosh! You do know him!” You said, looking behind you and gesturing to Sasha and Connie to look at the camera. More specifically the picture.

Eren started to cringe. He was in some deep shit now.

They looked at each other before rushing to your side, gushing over the unique photo. Sasha shook her head, impressed. “Damn, Yeager, you really know the man.”

Connie nodded in agreement, “Can’t disagree with that.” This picture literally looks like Spider-Man posed for you. Connie blinked a few times, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.”

“Eren,” he responded, forcing a smile.

Connie smiled, “Nice to meet you, Eren.”

“Me too, me too!” Sasha shouted, “Sorry! With Jean calling you Yeager, I thought it was your name.”

“It’s okay..” Eren said, reaching for his camera.

“Dude, totally invite him to the party!” Connie smiled.

“I don’t know..” Eren responded, thickly swallowing. “You know, he’s an Avenger and busy..”

“Eren’s full of shit.” Jean added.

Eren rolled his eyes. When will he give up?

“I won’t believe it until I see Spider-Man at the goddamn party.”

“He’ll be there.” Armin said, “Watch.”

Jean laughed, “Sure, love to.”

You pressed your lips together, suppressing the smile on your lips. “Eren, but, I am throwing a party tonight, and you’re more than welcome to join.” I want you to come. You pushed your hair out of your face.

Eren blinked a few times, his throat constricting slightly. A breathy, almost whiney, “Really?” leaving his mouth. Before he quickly cleared his throat, shaking his head and correcting his sentence. “I mean, yeah, yeah. I’ll be there.”

“With your best friend Spider-Boy.” Jean mocked, flashing his pearly teeth at Eren in a charming smile. Jean grabbed your hand, coaxing you next to him. His hand wrapping around your face, and tilting it up to Eren. “C’mon, Y/n’s dying to see him again.” Jean’s eyes trained on Eren, darkening in color. “Do it for her.”

Eren thickly swallowed, “I– Uh..”

You giggled, “No, it’s okay.” You resseared, “I know you’re probably way too busy with work.” You flashed him a kind smile, “You work at Stark Industries, right? I know how demanding that job could be.”

Jean shrugged, “Whatever then.” Wait, didn’t you two work together? How the hell do you work at Stark Industries? And, why are you acting like you didn’t know that?..

Connie shoved Jean, “Give the man some credit, I know he’ll be there. Right, Eren?” Connie winked at him, “I have faith.”

Eren nodded slowly, “Yeah, definitely..”

Connie flashed him a smile, “Great.”

You did the same, “Well, I’ll see you there, then.” Jean scoffed, pushing you towards the tent.

Eren nodded, then turned to Armin, “What the hell are you doing?!” He almost shouted.

“I’m trying to help you!” Armin responded, “Did you not hear, Y/n gushing over Spider-Man?!” Armin pointed at the tent, “She’s totally crushing on you dude!”

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“Do that after the party.” Armin slyly responded, “Now, let's go pick out an outfit for you to wear.”

You giggled, watching the two of them walking away. “I like Eren,” you said mindlessly. Turning back to the tent and biting your lip. “I hope he goes to the party, Spider-Man or not.” You told Jean.

“He’s annoying and needs to grow up.” Jean told you, “He’s the exact same person he was in highschool.”

Sasha tilted her head, “Wait, Eren went to highschool with us?” Connie nodded at Sasha, silently answering her question.

Jean shook his head, “Dude, we spent all of primary school together? How are you just noticing him now?”

Connie scratched his head, “Wait, we went to middle and elementary school with him?!” Connie laughed to himself, “Dude, I think you pay way more attention to Eren than you care to admit.”

Your ears perked to that. “Oh my gosh, Jean–boy do you like–”

“Uh, excuse me? What’s this about?” You turned to the person who approached you, blinking at them a few times. You quickly glanced back at your friends in the tent, a silent word of, “Shoo!” They got the hit, giving you a motivation thumbs up while walking out the tent. Jean didn’t even pass you a glance, just groaned as he followed Connie and Sasha. Inserting himself into the conversation they were having.

You turned to the person again, smiling sweetly. Quickly observing their outfit. Suit, tie, briefcase, some pitch black glasses, and– “Do you happen to be a student?” You knew he wasn't a student, he looked like a lawyer.

The man loudly laughed, shaking his head. “No, of course not. Graduated years ago.” He lifted his suitcase, “First generation lawyer.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, sensing that was a lie. You forced a smile, “Of course, how could’ve I missed that.” You playfully added, trying to get the person to be more comfortable with you. “I’m actually working with Nano-technology, AI, robotics, simple things like that.” You told him.

“I’m guessing you’re a student then.” He tilted his head, “But, wow, those are some big things to study.”

“I am!” You responded, pointing at the name tag on your dress. “It’s my Senior year.” It took a second for his second sentence to register in your head. You tilted your head. “Study?” You let out a small laugh, “Oh sorry!” You quickly shook your head. “I mean, that’s what I work in currently.”

He paused for a second, “I apologize, but, could you speak your name aloud?” He tapped his glasses, “I happen to be visually impaired.”

You could feel your cheeks burn. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I just thought with you knowing I was in a tent that you— I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed..” You cut yourself off, “But, I’m Y/n.”

He smiled, shaking his head. Trying to reassure you, “But, really?” He said in disbelief, “What are you studying?”

You leaned back for a second, debating on whether to answer truthfully. You decided you would, it was the least you could do with the assumption you made. “I’m studying Chemical Engineering, and Biomedical Engineering. I’m getting personally taught about nanotechnology and how to work with alien technology. And all that other stuff.” You shrugged your shoulders, “Nothing too hard.”

He nodded, “Uh-huh.” She has to be working with Tony Stark and if she isn’t, I’m introducing her to him.

“Anyways,” You started, now that I know you don’t go to school with me.. “This whole event is about awareness, I’m sure you’re familiar with the Avengers.” And all the destruction and controversy they’re in right now..

“Defend them in court.” He responded.

Your eyes widened, smiling. “Do you?” You laughed, “Oh then, in that case, I work with Tony Stark.”

I knew that. He thought to himself.

You gestured to the tent behind you, “He’s actually the one funding this event.” You giggled, “Small world right?”

“Absolutely.” He said in agreement.

You leaned forward, “But, if you want me to be honest with you, I’m pretty sure Tony just wants me to make connections.” You smiled, “You know how he is.” It’s the people you know, much rather than things you know.

“But, back to what this whole thing is about.”

He smiled, “Yes, back to that.”

“Press and knowledge.” More specifically, how I can use that knowledge. Especially if Spider-Man is working with Tony Stark. You smiled one last time, “I don’t think I caught your name.”

The man smiled, tapping his foot on the ground a few times. Before walking forward, and grabbing a lollipop from the bowl. “Matt Murdock.”

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Location: Outside The Vacation House…

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Armin ran his hand over his face, groaning for the hundredth time that hour. “Eren, just go inside, say hi, then go back outside, and change.” He said, his voice strained. “You’re overthinking it, Yeager.” Armin was shouting over the loud music playing, glancing at the house every now and then.

Honestly, how rich were you? Damn. The worst part was, Armin could’ve sworn you said this was your vacation home. Not your actual home. Armin wondered what that looked like.

Eren kept his back to the house, his hands over his face. “I’m not!” He shouted, “If Mr. Stark found out I was doing this— hell, if Levi found out, I'd be dead.” He said into his palms.

“Levi’s not going to find out.” Armin reassured, fixing his best friend's collar. “Just say hi as Eren, then go change into Spider-Man, say hi as Spider-Man, and then come back as Eren.” We’d quite literally become celebrities on campus. Eren didn’t know how he felt about that plan. Wouldn’t people get suspicious if he left and Spider-Man came. The matter of convenience was too much. “And I bought you a nice ass shirt for this, you can’t back out now.” Armin stated, “I didn’t spend a whole paycheck for you to chicken out, Eren.”

It’s true, Armin took Eren shopping for clothing. He bought him a nice black button up, some black dress pants, a matching belt, and some nice shoes. Not only that, but Armin went above and beyond— buying a gold cross necklace for him to wear. Eren felt like his messy hair was throwing the whole look off, especially with his pink hair-tie, but Armin reassured him, he looked good. Eren could only hope he wasn’t lying.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun.” Armin said, “You can be a party trick for a few minutes, right?” Eren thickly swallowed, following Armin to the door. Eren placed his foot on the porch. Feeling his breath shorten, was he panicking? About a party?! Eren has literally had a gun pointed at him, yet has never panicked like this. What the hell was wrong with him. You.

Eren shook his head, trying to ignore that thought. “I’ll pay you back man, I can’t do this.” Eren said, trying to pull back. Already hating everything about this party. He had a bad feeling.

“Eren! Stop being a pussy just..“ he went behind Eren, pushing him to the door. Eren didn’t move, he didn’t move an inch. Curse him, and his super strength.

Eren shook his head, “No, I— let’s just go get pizza.” Eren turned on his heel, forgetting Armin was pushing him. Only to freeze when the door swung open.

“Ren! Oh my gosh!” You threw your arms up, pushing Armin out of the way while engulfing Eren in a hug. You tilted your head up, keeping it pressed against his chest. Giving him a cute smile, “I missed you, babe! C’mon in, I’ll get you something to drink!”

Eren felt his body malfunction. Your skin felt hot, your pupils were dilated, and Eren could see right down the small dress you were wearing. Were you drunk? Maybe even high? Eren thickly swallowed. Holy shit, I can’t feel her tit—

“C’mon Eren.” Armin said, slightly elbowing his side. Trying to get his attention.

You looked back at the both of them, making sure that the two of them were following you. You smiled at them, seeing that they were.

Eren thickly swallowed, walking into the house. Feeling the bass of the music throughout his body. He didn’t like parties. He could smell the weed off everyone, and don’t get him started on the alcohol. Eren wasn’t a big drinker.

Eren looked around, nodding his head to the music, trying to relax himself. Noticing how people were practically fucking with their clothes on. Eren also wasn’t a big fan of dancing. He was horrible at it. He swore to never dance with anyone after his first homecoming. He buried that memory down. No one in hell could get that information out of him.

You grabbed his arm, holding onto it while smiling at him. “What’s your favorite drink?” You were referring to alcohol. “I‘ll make it for you!”

“Uhm, I— anything will be f-fine.” You nodded your head. You let go of Eren, and walked into the kitchen, searching for a cup. Eren took this time to get a good look at you.

Your dress was short. Shorter than the one you were wearing earlier. Your hair was curled and tied with a white ribbon, some strands framing your face. A very pretty.. thigh garter wrapped around your leg. And some lacy white gloves decorated with gold rings on your hands. You turned back to Eren with two cups, handing one to Armin and the other to Eren. “More drinks are on the counter.” You pointed, “Help yourselves to anything in the house.” You gestured to the array of snacks laid out.

Eren couldn’t help but notice your makeup. Some jewels around your eyes, sharp eyeliner, and sparkly lipgloss. Testing Eren’s sanity. He just wanted to kiss you. Fuck, he wanted to do more than kiss you.

You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, tilting your head. “Is there anything else you want?” You said, biting onto your bottom lip.

Fuck. “Uhm, no– no, we’re good, thanks.” Eren’s ears were burning.

You nodded, giving him a sweet smile and walking back. When you quickly paused. “Oh and Eren,” you started, “I’m actually really excited to see Spider-Man, I don’t think you know how much I like him.” You smiled, blowing him a playful kiss. “Bye ‘Ren!” Eren just waved.

You looked around, searching for Gwen when you finally spotted her. A small sigh of relief left your glossy lips. Her dress was a silk black, some black stockings underneath. Black gloves that contradicted your own white ones. In fact, all Gwen did was contradict your own color pallet. She gave you a knowing smile, dancing in place for a second. “Is that him?!” She excitedly asked.

You playfully shook your head, “The random boy who passed out on me, yes.”

Gwen squinted an eye at you, “No, silly. The boy you’re in love with.” She grabbed your hands, bringing you close to her. “You can’t hide that shit from me.”

You couldn’t help but smile, pressing your cheek to hers. “Ew. He's cute, but I’ve just met him.” You admitted, Gwen gave you a look which made you reword your sentence. “Okay fine, not love, but definitely intrigued by.”

Gwen rolled her eyes, before looking back at Eren. “He is hot though.”

You rolled your eyes but silently agreed, eyes going up and down his body. “And his hair.” You let out a dreamy sigh, “I just want to–”

“Pull on it?!”

“Yes!” You told her, placing your hands over your mouth. “On top of that, he reminds me of–”

“High school dude?!” Gwen practically shouted, making some people turn to the two of you. You nodded, placing your finger on her mouth and shushing her.

“I guess?” You whispered. Awkwardly waving at everyone looking at you. “But, don’t say it so loud, Gwen.”

She giggled, “Sorry, sorry.” Gwen wrapped her arm around your body, bringing you into a small dance. “But, I think you should go for it.” And let go of highschool guy.

You smiled, “I don’t know, he’s nice but..”

Gwen smiled widely, “Just do it!” She said, “It’s about time you became active again.”

“Gwen, I’m not a freshman anymore.” You told her, “That was a different time.”

“And, it’s time to do that again.” Gwen spinned you, dipping you down for a moment. Her white, long hair, fluttering around the two of you. Before picking you up again. “And, start with him.” She gestured her head to Eren. You felt your skin burn.

“He’s just a friend Gwen!” You shouted.

Armin looked at Eren. “Dude, it’s now or never, you said ‘hi,’ now bring the spider.” Armin said, pushing Eren towards the door. Taking a quick swig of his drink, and placing it on the counter.

Eren shook his head, giving the drink to Armin. To which he immediately drank. Armin always drank Eren’s drinks. “No, not yet, I have to–”

“Yeager!” Someone shouted, making Eren and Armin peer over their shoulder. Oh no.. Connie waved, lifting his cup in acknowledgement, while Sasha smiled, removing the blunt from her lips. Jean rolled his eyes, looked at Armin, “With his boyfriend.” He said under his breath.

Sasha elbowed his side. Glaring at him. Jean just took the blunt, taking a hit of it. Trying to ignore Eren. Connie forced a smile, “I’m glad you could make it!” Connie said, “I was worried Jean scared you away.”

Eren pushed Armin’s hand off his shoulder, “Jean could never.” Well, not anymore at least.

Connie nodded, “That’s good.” He peered over at you, seeing the way you were engaging with your guest. While simultaneously taking small glances in their direction. Almost like you were checking up on Eren. It made Connie curious, “How long have you two known each other?”

Eren looked at Armin, “Armin and I?”

Connie shook his head, “No, you and Y/n.” He corrected. I mean, she’s never so— tense about a boy.

Eren nodded, “Oh— yeah, right. Uhm, I’ve known her since 4th–“ Armin quickly elbowed his side.

“Freshman year.” He interjected, “Eren’s known her since freshman year.” Armin was a real one.

Connie nodded, “Hm, makes sense.” He said, “She’s always talking about you, and being all gushy—gushy.” He made a face, sticking out his tongue. “The gross girl stuff.”

Eren forced a laugh. You talk about me?

Sasha perked up, “Speaking of which! Y/n’s inviting us to her yacht in a few weeks! Wanna’ come with—“

“Where’s your friend, Yeager?” Jean quickly interrupted, not wanting Eren to join that event. “Lemmie guess, he couldn’t make it.”

Eren knew Jean was referring to Spider-Man. Eren gave Sasha a small nod, before looking at Jean. “He’s coming, just..” Eren didn’t know how to finish that sentence.

“Probably doing some hero work.” Armin finished. Eren and Armin internally laughed at that.

Jean rolled his eyes, when they landed on you. He smiled to himself, “Like I said all those years ago, nothings going to happen.” Jean mocked, a little louder than he normally spoke. Catching the attention of the people around them. “I think you’re telling everyone you’re bringing Spider-Man for attention.” At this point, Eren’s probably paid someone.

Eren pressed his lips together, looking around. Seeing as people’s attention was slowly turning to him. Eren felt himself die when you turned over your shoulder, looking at him. Innocently tilting your head and looking at Jean. Jean noticed, his eyes meeting yours, then Eren’s. He laughed, “If anything I would think you’re doing this for Y/n’s attention.” Almost in an instant, the dots connected in Jean's head. “Holy shit.” He said, his jaw dropping. “Holy fucking shit.” He loudly laughed, gesturing over to you. Asking you to come over. You and Gwen shared a unsure look.

“Jean..” Eren warned, eyes dancing back to him and you.

Connie looked at Jean, and as his best friend since elementary, he knew where this was going. So did Sasha, they both knew it wasn't going to be pretty. “Jean, I think we should get something to drink–” Connie quickly tried to intercept.

“Shut up.” Jean cut him off. He gave Eren a cocky smile, grabbing your wrist and pulling you in front of him. You let out a small ‘oof’ when you hit Jean’s chest. Touching your head and muttering a small, “Jean..”

Jean ignored you, keeping his attention on Eren. “You sly fucker, the photo’s, stuttering, why you’re always around her.” Jean pointed out, gesturing to Eren. Jean brought you into a spin, making you press your back to his front. He leaned forward, resting his head on top of yours, placing his hands on your waist. Trailing them up your torso. Keeping them below your boobs, his thumbs barely touching the underside.

You felt your face heat up, “Jean!”

Eren’s eyes darted there for a moment, anger and jealousy filling his body. Why the hell was Jean putting his hands on you? He was going to say something, but Jean beat him to it. “You don’t take photos for school.” He said with a laugh, “You’re just a fucking creep who jacks off to your photo’s of Y/n–”

The crack, the sound, it made you cringe. It made you take a step back and look at both of them. Your jaw dropped.

Eren deeply breathing, his fist decorated with blood. Jean a few steps from him, hand pressed against his nose, trying to stop it from bleeding. Letting out small groans of pain.

Eren punched Jean in the nose.

Jean stood up again, composing himself. His tongue running over his top lip, tasting the metallic red liquid seeping down his nose. He smiled, pressing the back of his palm to his nose and wiping off the blood. “You fucker.” Jean said through a laugh, “You dumb mother fucker!” He shook his hand off, “You’re just a jealous bitch.”

Eren wanted to punch him again.

“Too bad I get to fuck Y/n, whenever I want.”

You felt everyone’s eyes shift to you. Which included Eren. However, it felt like only his eyes were on you. Boring holes into your body, his eyebrows mushed together in an almost hurt expression. And you felt.. ashamed. You could feel your feet moving on their own, walking towards him, lifting your hands to grab at his shirt and explain the truth. Hot tears falling down your face while you tried to explain the truth. But, Eren walked off before anything else could be said. Armin taking an apologetic look in your direction, before rushing after him.

Everyone was shocked. It felt like the room went quiet, people turning away or discreetly watching. Wondering what was going to happen next, a fight maybe? You stood in the middle, looking at the ground. Tears falling down your face. While you grabbed the bottom of your dress.

Connie blinked a few times, looking at Jean. Seeing the way he was eyeing you. Immediately he knew Jean was going to try and speak to you. Which wasn’t the move. So, he quickly said, “He… punched you?..”

Sasah giggled, “He fucking punched you!”

Jean was going to rush after Eren, when his eyes landed on you. He felt his heart tug, I didn’t mean to.. Jean reached out for you, placing a hand on your shoulder. Feeling you tense underneath his touch. You instantly slapped his hand away. Closing your eyes for a moment, before speaking. “Don’t.”

Jean felt his eyes soften at you, however, his words didn’t represent what he felt. “The fuck you mean, ‘don’t?’ Didn’t you just see what that fucker did?” He practically yelled.

Of course he wasn’t going to apologize. You kept your voice down, taking a deep breath. “Jean, don’t you see what you do to him?” You said, “I don’t understand, you’re telling me you didn’t expect him to snap one day?”

Jean froze, guilt crawling up his spine. Suddenly, he wanted to run after Eren for a different reason. He didn’t mean to take things this far. “What are you talking about?..”

You opened your mouth, wanting to continue, but decided against it. “I’m not talking about this right now.” Your eyes danced over the people looking at you. Feeling bare under their eyesight. Eren’s eyes flashed in your head. He looked so hurt.

“No, I want to talk about it.” Jean said, “Please. Let’s talk about it.”

You pressed your lips together, shaking your head. You didn’t want to talk about this right now. You looked at Connie and Sasha for help, but by their confused expressions, you were sure they wouldn’t know how to help you. You didn’t know how to help yourself.

Jean looking to the ground, making you look back at him. “I understand, you’re taking his side.”

“I don’t do sides, Jean.” I learned my lesson after Civil War. “I’m just trying to be honest with you.”

“So, you feel bad for him.”

Did you not listen to a goddamn thing I said? “I don’t feel bad for him.” You added. Getting annoyed.

“Stop being so–”

“So, what, Jean?” You barked, losing your composer. “What am I being?” You pressed your lips together, taking a deep breath. Watching as his eyebrows furrowed, “I don’t understand you.”

“Maybe, it’s because you’re—” As soon as it left Jean’s lips, he regretted it. Luckily, he somewhat caught his slip up, cutting himself off before saying something he would truly regret. His lips parted, but nothing came out. He didn’t know what to say, let alone fix what was said

You went silent. So did Connie and Sasha. “Leave me the fuck alone, Jean.” You seethed. Almost instantly you regretted saying it. “I–” You took a step back, closing your eyes in defeat. “I’m going to go.” You muttered, wrapping your arms around yourself. Trying to cool down.

“Where are you going?” Jean asked, his voice softer than before. Unfortunately, not soft enough to notice. Especially with the music blaring in the background. You just heard the question.

“Outside.” You threw over your shoulder. Pressing the back of your hand to your cheeks, whipping off the tears rolling down. How embarrassing. Connie and Sasha watched you descend up the stairs, a place party guests weren’t allowed to go.

Connie slapped the back of Jean’s head. Hard. “What the hell is wrong with you dude?!” Connie shouted, “I thought you liked her?!”

Jean spun on his heel, glaring at Connie. “Of course I do! Why do you think I’m so protective of her?!”

Sasha’s jaw dropped, “That’s you being protective?” Connie slapped his face, “That’s you being a dick!” He laughed, finding it amusing. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” He peered at Jean through the cracks of his fingers.

Jean thickly swallowed, closing his eyes. “I–” He pressed his lips together. “I don’t know what to say.”

Connie rubbed his eyes, utterly astonished by his best-friend’s stupidity. “Then maybe, just maybe, don’t say anything.”

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Location: The Privacy of Your Small Room…

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You pressed your back to the door, locking it behind you. Letting yourself fall to the floor. And, for a second, your mask fell. You let out a small giggle. Your hand came to your glossy lips as you tried holding it back, but it came in fits of laughter. Eren fucking punched Jean. He did something you’ve always wanted to do when Jean bothered people like nothing. And you can confidently say, tonight you wanted to fucking murder Jean.

You quickly reached for your phone, pulling up Eren’s contact. Quickly ringing it. However, it went straight to voice-mail. You called again, only to have the same outcome. You loudly groaned, tossing your phone at the bed. Dropping your face into your knees, hugging them with your hands. “Why would Jean say that?”

You stood up, pushing yourself off the door. Reaching for the bedside counter and grabbing the sweater resting there. I mean, this was your vacation house. Your phone pinged, and you fell to the floor rushing for it. Pulling it up to your face, and checking who texted you.

Eren

Sorry, but I’m going home.

You felt your heart tighten. You closed your eyes, sighing before flopping back on your bed. Tossing your phone besides you. He thinks I’m a whore.

You opened your eyes, staring at the skylight above your bed. “Some air wouldn’t kill me.” You lifted yourself up, grabbing your phone and opening the sky light. Propping yourself up and closing the window behind you. Sitting on the roof. Colorful lights and loud music welcoming you.

I hate parties.

You looked to the side, peering at the cooler you left for yourself. You laughed, opening it up and grabbing a Sprite. Clicking it opening and finally replying to Eren.

No it’s okay!! I’ll see you at work!!

Your heart dropped when he liked the message. He didn’t even reply. You loudly groaned, taking another sip. “Fuck Jean.” You muttered, reaching into the cooler again for a beer. Trying to drown out your emotions. You could feel your eyes watering again.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth—” You recognized the voice, even before the nickname. “—Gorgeous?”

You couldn’t help, but smile. “Fuck you.” You cheekily said, whipping off the tears from your face.

Instantly Spider-Man noticed. “You’re crying?”

“I’m crying ‘cause I saw your ugly face.”

Spider-Man placed a hand to his heart dramatically and acted hurt. “You wound me.”

You laughed, “Good.”

Spider-Man sat besides you, glancing at the drink in your hand. “You okay?” He softly asked, “Did something happen?” I already know what happened.

You shook your hand, handing the beer to Spider-Man. Not before taking a sip of your own. “I—“ you took a deep breath, debating on whether or not you wanted to open up to someone. You decided against it. You forced a smile, “I missed you Spider-boy.” You leaned your head on his shoulder.

Eren wanted to ask more, but knew you didn’t want to talk about it.

“Do you know me?”

Spider-Man tensed up. Before catching himself, “Of course I do. Gorgeous.. right?” He playfully said.

“Y/n.” You corrected, letting out a small giggle. “But, that works too.” You peered down at the people, seeing some people swimming in the pool. “Ugh. I hate men.” You guys are so confusing.

“I hate them too.” Spider-Man replied, watching Jean and his friends walk outside. Possible looking for you. I especially hate Jean.

You giggled, “You’re a pick me.”

Spider-Man shrugged, “Maybe.”

“You’re so cringy.” You tilted your head up, looking at him. You couldn’t help but feel this was somewhat familiar. “I swear, you know me outside the suit.”

Spider-Man panicked. “You sound.. weird.”

You laughed, turning your head to look at him. “Is this your way of changing the subject?” Shitty job.

“Maybe.”

You giggled, “Sorry, do I sound different from when I normally do?” You innocently asked, letting your hands move to your stomach. Resting them there as you extend your feet. Laying you full weight on him.

Spider-Man instinctively wrapped his arm around you. You smiled and started playing with his hand. “A little, you’re very..” he paused, trying to find the words. “..slow..”

You loudly cackled, tugging at the fabric of his gloves. It felt.. familiar. Way too familiar. “So, I do know you outside the suit.” Your eyes moved to the pink hair tie around his wrist. You lifted it, then let go, letting the elastic hit him. “It looks good on you.” You quipped sarcastically, trying to stifle your laugh.

Spider-Man rolled his eyes, scooting closer to you. Knowing you were talking about his hair tie. The hair tie you gave him. Ironic? Absolutely. “So, you’re not a complete dumbass?”

You glared at him. Where was Eren when you needed him? “Sorry, I’m not the..” you rolled your eyes at the word, “Bimbo girl you think I am.”

Spider-Man laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t be.” He quietly said, “If anything, a part of me couldn’t stand it.” You were cute, of course. But, Jesus, did you have him fooled. Let’s just say Eren was a little salty about all the words he’s had to correct you on.

You raised your eyebrows, “So you do know me?” You shook your head. “I mean, I was just hypothesizing— but, I didn’t actually mean it.” You laughed.

“Shit.” Spider-Man mumbled, looking to the side.

The side of your hand came over your lips. “I’m guessing you’re still pretty new to the whole Spider-Man or superhero shit.” You tilted your head, “Huh?”

Spider-Man shrugged, his eyes squinting for a moment. “Let’s stop talking about my whole superhero thing. What about you? What's up with your whole.. stupid Bimbo act?”

You pinched his hand, glaring at him. “Do not call me that.” You said, “It’s only okay when certain people do it, or..” you rolled your eyes at the thought. “Make nicknames based on it.” You grumbled, thinking back to the nickname Tony gave you when the two of you first met.

“Shit, don’t tell me—“ He said with a smile, looking away while his hand came to his face. “You’re Bambi?”

You loudly groaned, “I still can’t believe he calls me that.” You laughed, “I can’t believe Tony was the first person to call me out on my act. That shit scared me.” You said with a laugh. I thought I perfected it. “Also!” You quickly sat up, twisting your body around and propping yourself on your knees. Glaring at him, “Why the hell didn’t you tell me you worked with Stark?!” You almost shouted.

Spider-Man leaned back grimacing, “I’m not really allowed to tell people.”

You tilted your head, “But, you told Eren.” You said, “And not me?!”

Spider-Man nodded.

You shook your head in disbelief, “And, on top of that, Tony’s using the suit I—“ you loudly groaned. “When I get my hands on Tony— I swear to god.”

Spider-Man laughed, his eyes shutting for a moment. “Wait, why do you do it?” He asked, “The whole bimbo act thingy. I mean, it kinda’ sounds pointless.”

“It’s because I’m a gold digger and slacker.” You said without a beat.

Spider-Man blinked a few times. A part of you could audibly hear it.

You loudly laughed, touching his shoulder. “I’m fucking with you Spider-boy.” You leaned back into his shoulder. Taking a moment to think. I mean, what would you get out of telling this random boy why you acted like an idiot? “Okay,” you said, sitting up straight and staring directly into him. “If I tell you this, you mustn’t say anything. Nada.” You said, snapping your fingers.

“My lips are sealed.“

You smiled, licking your teeth and nodding your head. “Okay.” You softly began. Leaning into him, and pressing your mouth to where his ear should be. “Because, I wanted to block out my old self.” You said, pulling back. The woman my Father created.

“Your old self?” Spider-Man said. Tilting his head, “But, you’re so—“ Spider-Man stopped himself, not wanting to reveal too much about himself. Eren had to keep reminding himself— I know Y/n. Spider-Man doesn’t.

“Mhm.” You looked away. “And, I know it’s stupid but..” you bit your bottom lip, “After spending all of high school nose deep in studying, I didn’t have any friends.” Or a goddamn social life. Let alone know how to make one. Your eyes widened, “Yeash, this got dark fast.” You shook your head, “I swear I’m not depressed or anything.” You said, “So, freshman year I decided to—“ you sighed, placing your hands over your face and groaning. “Pretend to be stupid, so I could join people's study groups.”

More-or-less. Totally not because of my shitty father. But, whatever, that man can suck Levi’s fat cock.

Spider-Man laughed, “So, your whole personality is just a lie you’re in too deep at this point.” He said, resting his head on top of his knees. “Sounds familiar.” Eren could help but think about himself.

You loudly laughed, nodding your head. “Does it now?!” You shook your head, looking at the sky. “Lemmie guess, you also made up a lie forever ago, and now can’t get out of it.”

Not exactly… “No, I just—“ he sighed, “I kinda’ wish I did.” I would have given me a reason to talk to you.

You shook your head, “Believe me, you don’t.” You said, “I’m fucking balls deep.” You said, making him bust out laughing.

Never in Eren’s life, did he ever expect the innocent and lovely Y/n to say balls deep.

You blinked a few times. “What?!” You said with a laugh, confused on what was so funny. “Did I—“

“No, no! I swear it’s not like that.” He said through chuckles, “It’s just, I wasn't ready for that.” You laughed with him. Spider-Man shook his head fondly, “Well, if it makes you feel better—“ You looked at him nodding. He placed his hand on your shoulder, and tried to remain composed. “I always knew it was bullshit.” A somewhat lie.

You placed your hand on his face, shoving him away. “Shut the fuck up man, I’m so over it.” You laughed, running your hand through your hair. “Dude, I wish seventeen year old me was just.. I don’t know?.. Fucking normal? Then, I wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Why don’t you just drop it.” Spider-Man asked. Scratching the side of his cheek. Genuinely curious. I mean, Eren sincerely enjoyed talking to this version of you. You were so much more real and human. He could imagine himself spending his life with the real version of you.

You looked to the side thoughtfully, “I don’t know..” You said, outstretching your hand and checking your nails. “Actually, a part of me is grateful. No matter how stupid the whole thing is.”

“Really now?” He leaned on his palms and tilted his head, giving you his full attention. You could feel your heartbeat increase. Jesus, why were you telling this random person this? Because he reminds you of.. Eren.

“Go on, tell me gorgeous.”

You blinked a few times in shock. For once, you felt your heart fluttering in your chest. Your skin burning up. You instantly pushed those feeling away. You rolled your eyes at the nickname, ignoring the way your skin was burning. “Well, spidey,” you started, “Not everyone has a suit that they can hide behind. So, I did the next best thing.” You said.

“So, this whole persona— is a..”

“Act.” You finished. “Yeah.”

One of his eyes squinted, the other widening. The best way you could describe it was a quizzical look. “That’s—“

“Don’t judge me!” You said accusingly, pointing a finger at him. “You can’t tell me that having a ‘mask’ doesn't make you feel more confident or..“ You sighed happily, “Give you power to do something ‘normal’ you wouldn’t?” You pointed at the cloth over his face, “You probably already know this though, right?”

Eren’s hand came to his face. Feeling the piece of fabric move with his hand. Then, it hit him like a truck. You couldn’t see him.

All you saw was a suit covered individual like Stark and Levi. Another hero you would come to know from the press, and for the company you worked with. And, you were probably used to that. You couldn’t see Eren the same way he saw you. You didn’t see him at all. And, he was actually talking to you. No stuttering, no nervous breakdown, no stupid words. Just a conversation about fake masks. A conversation in which you’ve never had with anyone. Not even Eren. And suddenly, he found himself nodding. Saying, “I guess you’re right.” Because, here he was, talking to a girl he never could before.

You smiled, “Only the people who matter know the real me. And the people who don’t are just meeting the person that I wanted to be.” You paused, thinking for a moment. “Everyone you’ve ever met in college isn’t going to stay in your life forever, so why not just live two separate lives.”

Spider-Man cut in, “I have a feeling you're the type of person to go to the bar, and just make up a whole new life story to the person you’re trying to hook up with.”

You looked at him for a second, “You know, I own like seven mansions. And have traveled around the world, so.. if you're free anytime, we could always take it back to my house.” You said, leaning closer to him. Tilting your head back and resting it in his lap.

“You’re gross.” Spider-Man said, his left eye squinting. “When and where, I’m so down.”

You loudly laughed. Smiling to yourself.

“I like this version of you.” Spider-Man said, turning his gaze to the glowing city. “It’s way less—“ Spider-Man searched for the word in his head. “Forced?..” he slowly said, “Like, I feel like you’re enjoying yourself.”

You smiled, “I am enjoying myself.” You said, “I’m enjoying my time with you.” You stood up, stretching out your legs. “Actually, you remind me of another guy I like hanging out with.”

Jean. Ugh. “Really?” He slowly said, standing up with you. “And who’s that.”

You placed your hand on your hip. Raising a finger to your lips, “That’s something I won’t tell you.” You said, “Don’t want you stealin’ him from me.”

Spider-Man placed his hand to his chest. “And here I was thinking we were having a moment.” Eren couldn’t help but feel hurt. I mean, his crush was practically telling him that she had her eyes on someone.

You placed your arms over your head, “Of course we are, it’s just not as sentimental as you probably think it is.”

“Damn.”

“Damn indeed, my brother in Christ.”

“Wait, so you’re telling me there’s a guy that took you away from me?” Spider-Man stood up, trying to act offended. “Are you cheating on me?!”

You looked away, “I’m sorry, but–” You took in a deep breath, “..There’s another.” You pointed a finger at him, “But! To be fair, you’ve never asked me to be with you, nor on a date.” You crossed your arms over your chest sassily. “So, check-fucking-mate.”

Spider-Man shook his head, “You’re crazy.” He looked back down, glancing at the people. “You wanna get out of here?” He asked, seeing as people started to notice him. Almost instantly everyone was looking at him. So were their phones. Spider-Man muttered a small, “Shit.”

You giggled, hanging your feet over the edge. “You stood up with a crowd of people below you, what did you think was going to happen, Spidey?” You stood up, seeing that Sasha and Connie saw you. You waved, subtly gesturing to Spider-Man.

“Shut your face.” He replied, waving to the crowd. Ignoring the cheers. He just wanted to be with you, only you. He loves the time he spends with you. Eren would choose to die now if he knew he got to spend those last minutes in your arms.

You rolled your eyes, going to his side and tilting your head. “But, is this your weird way of asking me on a date. Bug-Boy?” Swinging around the beautiful city of New York. “It’s kinda’ a cute date idea.”

“Then, let’s make it a date.”

“A date?” You asked, looking to the side. Pretending to think about it. “I don’t know if I want to go on another date, especially after my last one.” You widened your eyes, “And, you know all about that.”

“Too bad, we’re going on one!” Spider-Man quickly swooped down and tossed you over his shoulder. Pressing the short fabric of your dress to your thighs with his freehand.

“Spider-Man if you don’t put me down.”

Spider-Man waved at the people, before quickly shooting a web. “Sorry! Can't hear you! Swinging.”

You instantly grabbed his torso, “Not this again—“ And the two of you were off. Swinging into the dark of night. You hated it. This was worse than flying with Levi. With Levi you could see where you were going, with Spider-Man, you just felt it. You didn’t like the dropping feeling in your stomach. You smashed your face to his back, closing your eyes.

Soon enough, you felt the way his feet hit the ground. Or, what you thought was the ground. Who knows where he could’ve been. “Open your eyes.” Spider-Man told you, tapping the back of your thigh. Completely forgetting the position you were in.

“All I can see is your ass.”

Spider-Man chuckled, pulling you forward and holding you bridal style. You instantly wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “See.” He smoothly said, “It’s pretty, right.”

You blinked a few times. “Wow.” You uttered.

The city.

Sure, you’ve lived in New York for a few years. But, you never truly admired its beauty from afar. The lights and buildings that never seemed to end. It was beautiful. You smiled, “Is this where you take all your hoes, Spidey?” You placed your feet on the building, keeping your hands on his chest. The wind softly blowing on your hair.

“Only the ones I like.” Spider-Man placed his hands on your waist, keeping you safe and planted.

You cackled. “You’re a fuckin’ idiot.” Using my words against me. You looked back at him, staring at him. He reminded you of— “Eren.” You muttered.

Spider-Man felt his soul ascend. No— descend. Lord knows he’s not going to heaven after all the things he’s fantasized about. How the hell did you figure him out?

“You’re friends with him, right?”

Spider-Man let out the breath he was holding. Quickly nodding his head, “Saved him once from a mugging.”

You nodded, “Tell him I said thanks.”

Spider-Man tilted his head to the side, “Thanks?” He questioned, “Thanks for what?”

You moved your eyebrows together, slightly confused. “I mean, he is the reason you’re here tonight, right?” You questioned, pushing a strand of hair out of your face. Taking a step back away from him. Turning to get a good look of the city. You smiled to yourself, “Tell him I said, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Spider-Man said, keeping his eyes on you.

You turned your head, placing your hands behind your back, slowly nodding. Slightly confused.

Spider-Man quickly put his hands up, waving them. “I mean like, he’s– he would probably say, you’re welcome.” He placed his hand on his neck, “Besides. I wanted to see you.”

“I know, not many people can live without me.” You tossed a chunk of hair over your shoulder sassily. Looking to the side and sticking your nose into the air. “I tend to have that effect on people.”

Spider-man shoved you, making you turn on your heel and grab his wrist. Slightly panicked as you looked behind your shoulder. Seeing that you were practically on the edge of the building. Spider-Man twisted his hand, grabbing onto your wrist. Securing you into place, “Not so cocky now.” He let go for a second, making you squeal, before grabbing onto you again.

You thickly swallowed, trying to hide your fear. However, with your quivering lip, Spider-Man knew you were dying inside. It made him laugh. “Ugh, whatever you dick, just pull me up already.” Spider-Man didn’t miss the urgency in your voice. He obliged, pulling you up against his chest. You looked up and smiled at him, “Smooth.”

“I know.” Spider-Man twisted you around, lifting you up again. “But, let’s go before I actually toss you off this building.” He pushed a strand of hair out of your face, squinting his eyes and leaning in. Spider-Man was smiling, “Okay, Gorgeous?”

“Toss me off the fucking building.” You told him, cupping his face. “Sounds romantic.” You leaned closer, wanting to kiss him, but he let out a brief laugh.

Before fucking tossing you.

Well damn.

You immediately grabbed his hand, forcing him to fall with you. “If I die, your bitch ass is dying with me!” You shouted.

Spider-Man got closer to you, grabbing your waist and throwing his hand behind his back, keeping it extended. “Sounds like a dream.”

You gave out a pitiful laugh. This fuckers insane, great.

Spider-Man quickly shot a web on a building, catching the both of you. You squealed, keeping your hands around his shoulder. “You’re crazy.”

Spider-Man shrugged playfully, “You asked for it.” Before swinging towards your apartment, adjusting you to better hold you. You rolled your eyes, wrapping your legs around him. Pushing your hair out of your face, trying to see the city as he swung around. It was actually really nice. You know, after the whole stomach dropping feeling.

“Did you enjoy it?”

You turned your head to him, “Enjoy what?” You asked, confused on what he was referring to.

“Our date?” Spider-Man replied, almost offended.

You loudly laughed, shaking your head. “No,” you quickly replied, “I did not enjoy it, Spider-Man.”

“I will drop you again.”

Your grip on him tightened.

“Actually, let’s do something else.” Spider-Man dipped the web down, hitting the ground softly. Trying to keep the web swinging experience as easy as possible. Which was surprisingly hard. Eren never noticed how extreme web swinging was until someone was clinging onto him.

Spider-Man placed you on the wet ground, laughing at your messy hair. You loudly groaned, shaking your head and pushing the messy hair out of your face. Trying to look at where he brought you. A secluded area in the city surrounded by buildings. Which was almost everywhere, however, this place was private. No people in sight. A single lamp post, softly illuminating the area. And, what looked like a vending machine, with neon words of– “Photo booth?” You tilted your head to the side. You’ve never seen this one before. Actually, you’ve never been in this area before.

Spider-Man nodded his head eagerly, almost like a puppy. Like he brought you his favorite toy, “Mhm!”

You almost felt bad for what you were going to tell him. “Honey..”

Spider-Man's eyes closed, indicating his big smile as he responded. “Yes?” He practically sang.

You sighed, raising your hand and playing with the strap of your dress. “Spidey, there was a photobooth at my party.”

Spider-Man blinked, “Oh.”

You placed your hand over your mouth, letting out a small giggle. Placing a foot behind the other, and tilting your head. “You sure are observant for an Avenger.” You teased.

You avoided a puddle in the ground, walking up the photo booth. Pulling back the black curtain and looking inside. Spider-Man shoved you inside, then entered on his own. “I swear I’m going to drop your ass off the Avenger building.”

You pushed yourself off the photobooth wall, dusting off your hands. “You couldn’t live without me, Spidey.” You pushed him to the side, practically pushing him out the booth then, pressing the buttons on the screen.

Spider-Man had to take a step back from you, watching as you leaned forward. “Damn..”

You turned your head to him, “Hm?”

“Nothing, nothing.” He told you, turning his head to the side and scratching his cheek. “Just pick the mode you like best.”

You smiled and nodded, looking back at the screen. Suddenly, Spider-Man didn’t know where to put his hands. His hips, his neck, the walls, your waist.. He wanted to touch you. Would you let him?

You picked your head back up, “Okay, since this is a date.” You said with air quotes, “I picked the cute heart one.” You turned your head to him, pointing at the screen. “Cute, right!”

Spider-Man blinked a few times, looking at the screen for a second. Nodding his head, “Yeah, cute.” He was still distracted by you.

You pressed the start button, getting ready for the photo when the both of you paused. The screen displayed, ‘Insert cash.’ You both let out a simultaneous– “oh.” You cackled, “I don’t have my wallet, and I’m guessing that tight suit of yours doesn't have pockets.”

Spider-Man thickly swallowed, “Nope.” He tapped his finger against the wall, “Karen, can you do me a favor?”

Karen? You thought.

“Yes, Eren. What would be the problem?”

“Could you–”

You bit your lip, knowing where this was going. Getting close to him and hugging him, “Oo..” You cooed, “Don’t tell me Spider-Boy’s about to do something bad!” You were just teasing him. Why were you teasing him now?

Eren’s hands snaked up your waist, pulling you closer to him. You couldn’t help but gasp at the situation. Suddenly, your body was burning. Wrapping your hands around his neck. Spider-Man sighed, looking down at you. “Could you give us a free photo session?..”

“Free? As in.. stealing?”

Spider-Man groaned, embarrassed, “Fuck.. Yes, as in stealing.”

You giggled at his frustration, leaning into his neck. Softly running your nose against him. Spider-Man got the chills from the sensation, his grip on you tightening.

“But, I’m afraid that’s not–”

“Just do it,” You got closer, not caring for the picture anymore. Pushing your hands up his built body and to the seam of his mask. Slowly lifting it, revealing the soft skin underneath.

“...Of course, just give me a minute..”

You smiled at his lips, watching as he smiled back. “What was that for?” Spider-Man asked, tilting his head, his pearly whites flashing at you for a brief second.

“You can’t smile with the mask on, Spidey.” You cooed, pushing him away from you as you looked at the photobooth screen. Trying to think of a face to make. You decided the first one could just be a simple smile.

Spider-Man tugged the mask over his mouth, his eyes sharpening in your direction for a moment before looking at the screen. You couldn't help but laugh at his childishness. You wrapped your arms around his neck, arching your back as you leaned down. Smiling at the camera. Spider-Man grabbed your lower back, supporting you as you leaned back. His eyes widening to fake a shocked look.

‘3…2…1… Smile!’

The booth lit up for a moment, before returning to a soft glow the ring light produced. Making the two of you stand up straight, looking at the screen again. You pouted, “Hm.” You watched as the timer slowly went down, slowly counting backwards from forty five. “They really give us a lot of time for our pictures.”

Spider-Man laughed, “That sucks, the best part of photo booths is the hurry for the next picture.” He looked at the screen, seeing hearts decorating the picture the two of you just took. It was so cute.

You pulled him closer to you, pressing his nose against yours. “You choose the next pose.” Instantly his arms wrapped around your body, lifting you into the air. You loudly laughed.

“Lean into me.” Spider-Man whispered, his voice calm and relaxed. Eren noticed how you flicked your eyes down with hesitance, “Don’t worry, I won’t drop you.”

Your eyes widened for a second, almost shocked by his sincerity. You pupils constricted as you looked at him questioningly, “I don’t think I believe you.”

Spider-Man’s eyes went small, his arms tightening around you. “Good.” He leaned in closer, holding you so close, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Give me every right to prove it to you.”

You could feel a part of your body scream to pull away, pain littering your body. You’ve never been told anything so heartfelt. It felt like someone wrapped their being around you, holding you tight. A security you’ve never felt with anyone, now wrapped around your body. Your eyes softened, as a kind smile splitting your lips. Nose pressed against Spider-Mans as you looked into his eyes.

“Maybe.”

‘3…2…1… Smile!’

Spider-Man gently placed you on the ground, pushing a strand of hair from your face. His head tilted to the side, “Maybe?”

You nodded, “Maybe.”

Spider-Man placed his hand over his face, tilting it back slightly. “I guess I shall take this answer for the time being.”

You crinkled your nose in distaste, “Don’t ever say that again, you sound fifty.” You pushed him away slightly, “Don’t tell me I’ve been swinging around with some perverted old man.”

“What if you have?”

“Then I take my maybe back. There’s no way in hell I’m trusting your old ass.” You teased, throwing your hair over Spider-Man’s head, and blowing a kiss into the camera. Giggling when he did the same, however, there was more sass than you’ve ever seen. His hip jutted out, and eye shut while he held his hand out in front of his lips.

“Do I look sexy?” Spider-Man asked with full seriousness.

You burst out laughing, a cackle escaping your lips.

‘3…2…1… Smile!’

You gasped, “Fuck did it catch me laughing?!” You cringed, “Ugh, I literally look horrible when I laugh.” You whispered, “Can we do it again.” You turned to Spider-Man, like he could do anything in this situation.

“Fuck no, you look amazing in that picture.” He leaned in closer to the screen, smiling at how you were obnoxiously laughing. “It’s literally perfect.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fine, you need to smile to make it fair.” You let a finger trail under his mask, “Just show the camera your smile.”

“Fine.” Spider-Man lifted the mask over his lips.

You looked at him for a second, while he looked at you. You squinted your eyes at him, “Are you trying to seduce me.”

Spider-Man burst out laughing, placing his hand over his mouth. “Is it working?” He couldn’t even say it seriously, he was just laughing.

You immediately grabbed his hand, pulling it away from his mouth. “Don’t cover your mouth, I didn’t get to do that!” You yelled, talking your free hand and pushing up the right side of his lip. Revealing his pearly canine.

Spider-Man tried removing your hand, failing miserably to battle the smile slowly building on his face. Glancing at the screen and slowly seeing the counter hit zero faster than he would like.

‘3…2…1… Smile!’

You loudly laughed, “Gotcha.”

Spider-Man rolled his eyes, placing his hand around your wrist. Pulling your hand off his lip, “I let you do that.” He smiled again, his eyes squinting from the mask.

Spider-Man just smiled, releasing your hand and allowing you to touch his lips again. You ignored how your cheeks were burning, “Sure you did, just admit it. You like me touching your lips.”

Spider-Man shook his head, “As if, who knows where your hands have been.” He ignored the way your eyes dipped to his lips for a second, your finger pushing against his bottom lip. “You could’ve stuck it in a…” The words were caught in his throat as you naturally leaned closer to him.

You smiled, not bothered to hide the way you were obviously looking at his lips. “Don’t lie, you like it, Spidey.” You pulled your hand back, playful eyes meeting his. You could feel your heart skip a beat as Spider-Man grabbed your wrist gently. You weakly laughed, “What?”

“Nothing.” Spider-Man whispered, slowly bringing you closer to him.

You gave him a questioning look, pressing your chest against his from the proximity. Suddenly, you could feel your heart beating out of your chest. IS HE GOING TO KISS ME?! You blinked a few times. “U-Uhm..” Oh my god, it’s happening. I’m finally going to kiss a superhero.

Spider-Man’s nose touched yours.

You felt your lips wiggle, your eyes shutting. Waiting for him to kiss you.

‘3…2…1… Smile!’

The booth lit up for a moment, before returning to a soft glow the ring light produced.

‘All done! Enjoy the memories created!’

You felt Spider-Man laugh, pulling away from you. You shakily exhaled, thickly slowly opening eyes. Only to see his eyes squinted, his mask covering his lips again. The bastard was smiling.

“Horndog.” Spider-Man cooly said, quickly walking out of the booth. “I wanna see the photos!”

You blinked, in utter shock. Wait, wasn't he gonna kiss me?.. Suddenly your cheeks were burning with embarrassment, Spider-Man wasn’t going to kiss you. He was just taking a picture, and you thought he was going to kiss you. Oh my god, I’m going to kill myself.

“C’mon! It’s gonna rain soon, we don’t want the pictures getting ruined!” Spider-Man shouted, shoving his hand in the booth and waving it. He was like a puppy. And, you didn’t know how to react. You plopped on the photo booth bench looking at yourself. Seeing your flushed expression. Jesus, you looked like a mess.

Wait, pictures getting ruined? He kinda’ sounds like.. “Eren..” you whispered. You pushed yourself out the booth, only to see an empty street. Where the hell did he go? “Bug-Boy?” You questioned, taking a few more steps into the sidewalk.

“Behind you!’ You turned on your heel, seeing the spider iconically hanging upside down. Hanging from a web connected to a lamp post, slowly lowering himself closer to your face. Quite literally the pose you’d imagine Spider-Man always be in.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “You’re so..”

“Amazing? I know.”

“Bipolar!” You told him, rolling your eyes.

“I guess that too.” Spider-Man said with a laugh, handing you one of the photo strips. Taking the other one and looking at it. He cackled, “You look so surprised in the last photo. I swear, you’re so cute.”

You cringed, shaking your head. “I look desperate.” You told him, “Which isn’t a good look for me.”

“I strongly disagree.” Spider-Man said, looking at the pictures.

You rolled your eyes, “Of course you do.”

Spider-Man’s eyes squinted, making you smile in return. “You wanted to kiss me.” He teased, shaking the picture. Pointing at the one where your eyes were closed, and Spider-Man was winking at the camera.

“As if.” You scoffed, tossing a chunk of hair over your shoulder.

Spider-Man tilted his head, lifting the mask above his nose. “Fine. I’ll let you kiss me, since you’re begging for it.” He said in an exasperated voice. Almost as if he was doing you a favor.

You narrowed your eyes at him, before smiling. Grabbing the back of his face and leaning in, tilting your head. “You want me to kiss you?” You whispered, less than an inch away from his lips.

“You want to kiss me.” Spider-Man rebutted.

You giggled, “You’re not wrong.” Before, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, taking a few steps back and smiling at him. “But, I know how to wait. Can’t say the same about you.” Spider-Man lifted his hand to his cheek, red dusting his entire face.

“I hate you.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his body. Spider-Man’s face shoved into your chest, “No you don’t.”

『 END OF VOLUME TWO: FAMILIAR FACES MEET.. 』: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ

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