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✿✾ VOLUME TWO: FAMILIAR FACES MEET ✾✿

Spider-Man Eren! x Fem. Reader

VOLUME TWO: FAMILIAR FACES MEET: (2 parts) This is part 1

Previous Chapter: Broken Lenses

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:

17.8k Words

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

“Woah! Oh my god!”

Happy gestured to it. “Put it on.”

“Wait! You’re telling me this is mine?!” Eren felt his eyes fall out of their sockets. Hell, he felt like he was going to pass out! And a spider didn’t even need to bite him this time! “But, wha– wait, I— this is the coolest thing I’ve ever– ohmygod!”

“C’on Eren.” Happy said, snapping his fingers at the suit. “Tony needs to see how the outfits fits you.”

“Wait. I— I– don’t understand, is this for me?!”

Happy was already starting to walk away. Eren felt himself panic, “Happy— Happy, wait!“ Happy left, and loudly shut the door behind him. Leaving Eren in shock, and utter excitement.

“Oh my god, this is insane— insane!” He turned his attention to the suitcase again. His fingers feeling the fabric of the high tech suit in front of him. Watching as the silver suitcase spread out beautifully. Almost hesitant to grab the expensive outfit– suit. “Oh my god!— Look at the eyes!”

Eren pulled the suit to his chest, hugging it like it was you. “This is the greatest day of my life.” He flinched when he heard the door bang, Happy voice cutting through. “C'mon let's go!”

Eren nodded, dropping the suits and grabbing the bottom of his shirt. Awkwardly pulling it over his head. “Right, sorry!”

Levi shook his head, “Happy, the boys obviously excited. Give him a break.” He took a sip of his tea, glancing at Tony. Trying to silently get him to back him up.

Tony looked at him, taking a second before nodding his head. “Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. He’s a kid, excited to be here.” He looked back at Levi, “He reminds me of you when I first gave you the suit.”

Levi glared at him, “I was well over twenty five when you gave me my suit, Tony.”

Tony snapped his fingers, nodding his head. “Right, right, right. Sorry, I kept forgetting when you’re— you’re so shor—“

Levi glared at him, silently daring him to finish that sentence. Tony bit the inside of his cheek, smiling to himself as he looked away. Trying to not laugh while his brother glared at him

God, Levi wished Tony finished that sentence.

The door propped open, but that was it. It just… propped open. Eren’s gloved, baggie hand coming out. “Uhm, Mr. Stark?”

“Yeah, kid?” Tony felt his eyebrows scrunched together at Eren’s hand. Seeing the way it loosely fit him.

“I don’t think the suit fits..” Eren’s ears were burning. Was he just not muscular enough? Should he be hitting the gym more often?

Tony shook his head, “I don’t think so, kid. I had a girl half your size fit into that thing perfectly.” He stood up, walking to the door. “It’s supposed to be a one size fits all type thing.” Tony pulled open the door, looking inside. “Eren?” Tony briefly laughed, placing his hand to his face and turning away. Jesus, this kid was slow. “You need to press the–'' he raised his hand, putting a thumbs up. “Yeah, like that. There you go, there you go.”

Tony moved out of the way, clasping his hand behind his back. Holding the door open with his foot. Allowing Eren to walk out in the suit.

Eren took a second, before strutting out the room. Hands by his side, legs apart while he puffed his chest out. Getting to the center of the room. Then, doing a superhero pose. Or, what Eren thought was a superhero pose was in his eyes.

Eren felt so cool. He flinched when a voice spoke to him. “Good evening, Eren Yeager.”

Eren blinked a few times, the lenses of his suit blinking with him. He took a step back, dropping the superhero pose. Tilting his head at the voice, “Woah, good evening suit, lady, person.”

“Her name is Karen, or whatever you want to call her.”

Y/n.

“Karen works.” Eren smiled under the mask, watching as a blue screen of information flooded his vision. “Woah, what’s all this?” He gestured his hand in his frame of sight, watching as the information moved with his hand. Was it interactive?

Woah!

“I still think the suit looks better on—“ Happy grimaced when Levi elbowed him in the side.

Levi then spoke up for the both of them, “It looks good.” He walked forward, crossing his arms over his chest. “Just a small modification in the eyes, and it’ll be perfect.”

Tony nodded his head, “That’s what I was thinking.” He brought up his phone, “I'll tell Bambi to look at it.”

Happy smiled, “You know if she hears you saying that, she’ll punch you.” Bambi was quite literally the rudest, and kindest person Happy knew. Intelligent, sure– but so… smartassed. Happy loved her nonetheless. Favorite person to exist in Happy’s eyes.

Levi rolled his eyes, “Why do you think he does it?”

“Bambi? Who’s Bambi?”

Levi looked back at Eren. “Uh..” He looked at Tony, “You’ll meet them eventually, I promise.” He said, running his fingers through his hair. “They’ll be the person to modify your suit, or fix it in an event where it gets damaged.”

Tony nodded his head, agreeing with Levi. “Just think about it, Kid. What’s one of the first faces you see when you enter the building?–” Even though it’s not really her job. Tony thought.

Eren thought back to when he first entered the building. His mind went to the receptionist, Petra. Maybe even Pepper. Was that Bambi? Tony did favor Pepper.

“Tony.” Levi interrupted, glaring at him. “You’ll meet her soon.” His voice was stiff. Levi wasn’t a big fan of Bambi. Sure, he tolerated her. But, the two of them were always butting heads. In fact, they acted more like siblings then Tony and Levi did.

“Wait, does that mean they’ll know my identity?” Eren asked, placing a hand on his face.

Levi placed his hand on his hip, looking to the side thinking. “No, we’ll just– we’ll figure it out.” He forced a subtle smile, “Don’t worry.”

Eren jumped up excited. “Oh my god, I’m going to be an Avenger!”

Happy turned away, suppressing the laugh that was bubbling in his throat. Tony tilted his head, glancing at Levi. “Mh. Uhm, let’s take it down several notches. Baby steps, Eren.”

Eren nodded, taking in a deep breath and outstretching his fingers. Smiling, “Sorry just—“ He laughed, “Really excited.” Oh my god, this is actually happening.

“Good, that’s a good thing.” Tony reassured. “‘Cause it’s yours.”

Eren looked at him, “The suit’s mine?”

“Mhm.” Tony simply replied.

Eren closed his eyes, softly fist bumping. “Awesome.” He shook his head, “Wait, so, like, I’m going to be helping on missions? Or?…”

Tony's eyebrows mushed together, glancing at Levi for a second. “Uh, yeah— yeah.” He gestured to Eren, “We’ll— we’ll call you.” He raised his eyebrows, and nodded.

Eren tried reaching for his pocket which contained his phone, but unfortunately he did necessarily have a pocket. He just gave up, and looked back at Tony. “Do you want my number, or something?..”

Tony shook his head, waving his hand dismissively. “No it’s alright. We’ll call you. And, you work directly with Happy, so you’ll know if we need you.” He nodded once.

Eren never noticed how animated—or rather, how much Tony spoke with his hands. It grounded him, he would’ve never known that fact if he had never got this job. Or.. much rather circumstance, as Tony likes to address it.

Eren smiled again, nodding his head quickly. To the point where he couldn’t help but say— “I’m going to be an Avenger!”

“Eren.. no.”

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Location: The Sparkling City of New York…

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“Word going around about a spandex-covered vigilante, running around the crime filled place of New York City!.. A Spider-Man vigilante! With the only question swirling everyone's head being!… Who is this masked hero?! Or Villain?”

Jean groaned loudly, tossing the newspaper behind him. Rolling his eyes, “How stupid.” Everyone's eyes were on Spider-Man. Which unfortunately had to include the whole university. Jean flinched feeling the paper he just threw get thrown back at him. Jean turned on his heel, about to punch the person who did it when—

The Spider-Man vigilante swang by, shouting, “Don’t litter!”

Jean hated him even more.

Eren flipped onto the building, running across the rooftops once he landed. “Karen?”

“Yes, Eren?”

“Play my music list.”

“Which one, Eren?

Eren looked to the side for a moment, jumping onto another roof and shooting his webs. Grabbing onto a building and swinging, switching hands and using another structure for momentum. “Hm. How about you decide? Pick one for me Karen.”

“Alright, Eren. Now playing; Spicy music for—“

“Not! That one.. Karen. Pick something else, please.” Eren said embarrassed, shaking his head slightly.

Karen laughed, “Now playing; Hype Music, for rooftop jumping.”

Eren couldn’t help but think—did I really name it that? Before, nodding along with the song. Swinging building from building, and flipping forward, enjoying the actions he was doing.

It had been a month since he first received the suit. A month since he moved into his new and improved apartment. A month since he started working with Stark Industries, which paid handsomely. And, a month since he started working with you! Which had been the best month of his life!

His days usually consisted of… Swinging down to the ground, and grabbing street puppies. Ones that were about to run onto the street, then returning them to their owners. Something they were always grateful for.

Like… Grabbing stolen bikes from their kidnappers, and returning them to their rightful owners. Well.. let’s just say a lot of the bikes in the town were decorated in a bright sticky note asking for their owners. Always signed by, -your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man! Oh! And, don’t forget the little smiley face.

Or… Surveying the town. Swinging around while asking a general and kind, “Is everyone okay? Alright then!” Before swinging off again. Ready to ask another area or group of people in the city.

Maybe… Giving directions to a location. Like a sweet lady who bought him a churro for showing her the way. Also there was that old lady he helped cross the street. She was so sweet! If Spider-Man was feeling generous, he’d even give out some recommendations on where to eat for tourists. Spider-Man loved interacting with tourists!

Possibly… Sitting on the edge of a building surveying the area. Maybe even a specific bus or train if he felt like it. Sometimes, he would just finish his homework. Enjoying the stunning view of New York. Sometimes playing a random game on his phone. Also, taking perfect pictures Eren could never before. Adding some notes from the perspective of Spider-Man. There’s a specific selfie Eren really likes.

Also!… Eren’s favorite! When he gets recognized! Sure.. the guy didn’t get his name right, but after a small correction, and backflip, Spider-Man’s sure he’s got a new follower. Along with an ego boost.

Sometimes… He’d intercept a bank robbery, or stop a small burglary. Get into a small fist fight, Eren would always win, with someone trying to steal a bag from a nice old lady. He’s also webbed a mugger to a wall, and left a note for the police. Because Eren’s just nice like that.

Of course… He's made a few mistakes… like trying to help a child find their Mother. Which could have looked odd from a distance. A fully covered man, holding hands with a child, and taking them along the city. Which actually, almost got him arrested… But! Once the young child found their Mother, it was all worth it.

Even if it looked a bit odd.

And there was that one time.. Eren accidentally punched a ‘bad guy’ that was actually just some random guy trying to get into his small shop. Also, when he completely webbed him against the wall, and taunted him for being a ‘stuck bug.’ Only to quickly find out he was the owner who left his key at home, and was trying to get into his shop.

A lot of sorries and removing webs later and the man was free! Of course, the man didn’t take the action very well. Spider-Man was thanked with a mantra of curses. Which he couldn’t even blame him for.

Sometimes when he was free… Eren would set up his camera and take dynamic shots of himself swinging. Whether that was mid air between buildings, or in the middle of the night with the sparkling lights. Or, him just taking a picture of himself doing cool poses in his suit. His favorite was the one of him hanging upside down from a bridge.

But, his favorite thing to do was… Check up on you. As Eren was now Spider-man, he wanted to make sure that all the people in his city were safe. And, would you look at that, you also happened to live in that very city! So, every now and then, maybe once a day, Spider-Man would swing by and check up on you. Just to make sure you were okay.

Watching as you went shopping. Or when you visited your favorite sweets spot. ‘My sweets.’ A place where you got your favorite desserts, and macaroons. A hidden spot where not many people visited.

Anyways.

Eren was getting the hang of being Spider-Man! He knew how to swing around pretty well and had only hit a wall… twenty times?…

Hell, Eren was pretty excited.

Actually, he felt confident. Confident enough to.. to… talk to you!

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Location: Eren’s Comfy, Comfy, New Apartment…

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Holding a circle mirror in your hand, you tilted it down to get a better angle. You wiped the wand of lip gloss over your plump lips. Rubbing your lips together before parting them, popping them quietly. You turned to Eren, blowing him a kiss and smiling. “Cute, right!”

You moved next to Eren, sitting on your legs and leaning on his coffee table. Looking at him and tilting your head. “Anyways, I don’t even know what this whole project is about.” You mindlessly giggled, “It’s just like, writing right?”

Nope. Eren was not confident enough to talk to you. He would never be fucking confident enough to talk to you. Even after swinging around the big city of New York.

“Uh.. Uh..” Oh my god Eren, just fucking talk. “Yeah, creative writing.” He slowly said, “Uhm, we have to just create a—“

“Uhg, can’t I just draw something for you, ‘Ren?” You blink at him with your long fake lashes, pouting slightly as you spoke again. “Like a little puppy, or something?” You looked at your fingers, wondering if you should get some fake nails.

Eren felt his mind move back to one word you said. Ren? Was that like a nickname?… You gave him a nickname? “Sure, yeah do that.” He nodded his head, giving a thumb. “Yeah, yeah. That’ll— I’ll make it work.” Stop nodding your head Eren.

You smiled, biting your bottom lip.”Oh! I’ll totally make the cutest puppy.” You bumped your shoulder against his playfully, “Don’t you worry, Ren!” You crawled over to your bag, reaching inside.

Eren looked in your direction, then immediately looked away, his face going red.

Green panties. White short.. skirt.

God was really testing him today.

You grabbed your sketchbook, throwing it behind you and searching for a pencil. Eren took this time to look at your sketchbook. Which conveniently was open to a spread in your sketchbook.

Eren felt his eyebrows mush together.

It was… a spread of his eyes. Or.. Spider-Man’s eyes. Different expressions and— mechanics? Woah, your artwork was insane. It had details he didn’t even know people could see? Were you just thorough, or..

You gasped, quickly shutting your sketchbook and laughed awkwardly. “I’ve been seeing a bunch of pictures of Spider-Man, and wanted to draw him.” You held the book to your chest, “It’s just some picture I found on the internet.”

Eren nodded his head, surprised by your sudden change in demeanor. It looks like you got flustered, almost as if you revealed your hidden nsfw art. Or, a weird tentacle hentai stash you had drawn.

Eren wanted to reassure you, but struggled to even get a word out. God, why couldn’t he just talk to you? You know, like a normal person?!

Eren looked at the book which you held so close to your chest. His heart beating out of his chest like a drum. “It looks like you broke apart the mechanics.” Of the eye sockets. Hell, if you really wanted to, you could probably build the eyes yourself! It looks like you own the blue prints. You’re really good at drawing, gorgeous.

Is what Eren also wanted to say, but he didn’t. He didn’t have the guts to say what he truly wanted. Eren wished he did, that way he could call you the nickname that best suited you. You gave him one, it’d only be fair if Eren gave you one in return.

Your lips parted for a second, your sparkling eyes widening. A big smile coming over your face as you leaned into him “Yeah! I actually—“ You paused, blinked a few times. “Uhm, copied them off the internet.” You looked away for a second. “I was bored, or something. So, yeah..”

Eren nodded slowly, looking back at his computer while biting the inside of his cheek. Did he say something wrong? It seemed like you were holding yourself back, or we’re just insecure about your drawings. Eren couldn’t help but feel down, he really liked seeing that side of you. Even if it was, because you were embarrassed.

But, what if it wasn’t? What if he did say something wrong? What if it was for a different reason? He should probably just change the subject.

“Spider-Man?” He softly muttered. Keeping a hard and strong glare on his computer, not trying to pass you a glance. Yet, he couldn’t help but laugh at himself. Wow, good job, Eren. Definitely changed the subject. And… ‘Spider-Man?!’ What am I? A fucking caveman? C’mon, man. ‘What do you think about Spider-Man, gorgeous?’ Something smooth like that Yeager.

You looked at him, jutting your bottom lip out and thinking. “The like— spandex guy?” You placed your sketchbook on the table, flipping to a blank page. Pouting slightly. “He’s okay, he fights bad guys, so that's cool.” You leaned on your palm, loosey sketching with your free hand. “I don’t know, he’s kinda scary and weird.” You mumbled. You shrugged looking away, “I don’t know, I don’t really know him.”

“He’s not bad. Spider-Man’s a good guy who wants to help people.” Eren started typing into his computer. “He’s not weird.” I answered that way too quickly. And, of all things I actually talk to Y/n about is?.. Defending Spider-Man? Jesus Christ, Eren.

You looked at him, surprised by the fact he said a full sentence. Looks like Spider-Man is a touchy subject for Eren. One that actually gets him to talk. Good to know. You giggled, looking at him for a second. “Sure, weirdo.” You leaned back, “If you have a crush on him just say that.” You teased.

“I don’t like him.” Eren quickly defended.

“Sure.” You sang, turning back to your sketch.

You and Eren continued to work in silence. You on the drawing of puppies, and Eren on the actual writing. You stretched, arching your back over the cushioning of the couch. Reaching your arms back, and slightly moaning.

Eren could feel his ears burning up at your noise. Directing his attention at the computer, and trying his best to keep it there. Even if he really wanted to see your shirt ride up, and reveal your soft stomach.

You brought yourself forward and giggled. “Done!” You looked at Eren, grabbing your sketchbook and shoving it into his face. “Isn’t it so cute!”

Eren flinched once the paper hit his face, taking a moment to process. He slowly pulled his head back, grabbed the sketchbook and held it in his hands. Allowing him to see the drawing. His eyes took a moment to adjust, before inspecting the picture. Smiling at the adorable sketch.

Eren wanted to compliment you, but he couldn't force the words out. So, he just thought of the sentence instead, This is really good. And it was, he didn’t know you were so skilled in art.

You peered at him from behind the book, long lashes blinking. You bit your bottom lip, and waited for his words. After not gaining any reaction, you brought the book down and held it to your chest. “I drew it super quick, so it’s not that good.” You muttered, trying to hide your embarrassment. Your lips coming into a pout. Was it that bad it rendered him speechless?.. Jeez Y/n, we really need to improve then.

Eren blinked, shaking his head. Before putting a thumbs up. Forcing an awkward, and really attractive smile. You sent him one back, looking at the drawing. “Well, it’s cute, right?” You smiled, reaching for your bag again. Grabbing your pack of gum.

Eren nodded his head again, making your giggle. Looking at him while you brought your legs to your chest. Wrapping your arms around them. Your eyes studied his face for a moment. Before you leaned into him, looking up at his face. “Do you not wear glasses anymore?” You rested your head on your knees. You smiled softly, “I thought they were super cute. They totally suited you, ‘Ren.”

Eren thickly swallowed, looking away. “Contacts..” He muttered. Which was a lie, but it’s not like you can tell people, “I got powers that fixed my eyesight.” Along with other superhuman things.

You nodded, crawling to the table and looking at his computer. “Oh, you finished! I’m pretty sure you can just email it to the teacher.”

Eren nodded, and searched for the teacher's email. You took this time to rip the page from your book. Gently placing the cute drawing on the coffee table. You smiled, tapping your fingers against the small table. Watching as his long fingers clicked against the expensive computer.

Your eyes bounced from his hands, to his arms, and then to his face. You never noticed how attractive Eren was. In fact, you never really even noticed Eren.

You tore your eyes away from his face, missing the way Eren let out a breath of relief. Your eyes on him were just too much to handle. You cleared your throat, “Alright then, I guess I’ll see you at class, Ren.” You stood up, holding down your skirt. Reaching for your bag, and throwing it over your shoulder.

When Eren quickly grabbed your hand. You lightly gasped, startled by his actions. Before you turned your head to look at him. You tried to smile, “Yeah?” You softly said, “What’s up?”

Eren paused, reaching into his pocket and showing you something. You parted your lips, turning your body to him, and looking at what he was holding. Your eyes scanning the images in front of you.

In an instant, heat traveled to the tops of your cheeks, nose, and ears. Your thick lashes fluttering, and your heart squeezing in your chest. You could feel your eyes turn glossy, butterflies erupt in your stomach. You couldn’t help, but feel emotional. You reached for them.

The pictures Eren gave you, were the ones you two took in front of the tree. One was of you, and the other was of Eren. The one you took. The picture Eren took looked stunning, the lighting and angle was perfect. The one that you took of Eren wasn’t too bad. Sure, it was somewhat awkward, but it still looked really cute.

Eren looked really cute.

It was so sweet he actually kept them, and printed them out. You can’t recall the last time you received such a simple and thoughtful gift without reason.

Everytime Jean bought you a gift, he always wanted something in return. When Harry got you gifts, it was always a random item he had his server get for him. He never got it on his own. But with Eren, it felt real and genuine. He wasn’t asking for anything, he just wanted to give you something dear to him. And it was incredibly sweet.

You could feel the corners of your eyes wrinkle, bringing the picture to your heart. “You kept it?” You smiled, biting your bottom lip. “I thought you would’ve thrown them out by now.”

Eren was surprised you even remembered the photos. He was sure you were going to freak out, or something..

You felt your lips part again, about to thank him when your body moved on its own. Engulfing him into a hug, “This is… beyond amazing.” You tilted your head up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “It’s thoughtful and sweet, Thank you, ‘Ren.” You pulled away, smiling at him. “I’ll see you later, Eren.”

God, Eren always loved how sweet you sounded. Eren nodded, his whole face as red as a tomato. Goodbye, gorgeous. He waved goodbye, and watched you walk to his door. Wondering where you planned on putting the photos.

To your surprise, when you opened the door— two other males were already there. One about to knock, and the other holding a few bags of junk food. You immediately smiled, “Harry!” You cheerily said, quickly hugging him. Harry nodded back, wrapping one arm around you and glancing at Eren.

You turned, looking at the other male. You snapped your finger, pointing at the blonde male. “Uhm, you’re…” You squinted your eyes, cutely grimacing. “..Armin?..” You smiled, “You’re in my smart peoples class, right?”

Armin’s eyebrows came together, nodding his head. “You mean, science class?”

You pushed yourself off Harry, nodding your head quickly. “Yup, that class.” You said, letting your hand come to the strap of your bag. Adjusting it over your shoulder. “I’ll see you there, c’ya.” You smiled, and sent a playful wink his way. Waving a simple goodbye Harry’s way.

You turned the corner, sighing out in relief. Your eyes drift to the side as you let your smile drop. Biting the inside of your cheek, tightening the grip you had on your bag. A feeling that could best be described as dread filling your stomach. Despite those emotions bubbling within you, you couldn’t help but feel somewhat giddy. Excited for the next time you were going to speak to Eren.

Hell, maybe you’ll even explain the Spider-Man sketch he saw. If you were comfortable enough that is.

Armin walked inside the apartment, smiling. “Eren!” He sang out, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “What was all that about?”

Eren sighed, “I’m glad you guys didn’t get lost.”

Harry entered the house, closing the door behind him and locking the door. Placing the shopping bags on the ground and walking behind Armin. Surveying the area.

Armin puffed out his cheeks, sighing dramatically. “We actually did but,” he shook his head, waving his hand dismissively, “It doesn't matter, we found our way.” He laughed briefly, “Anyways? Y/n?! Why was she here!?” He poked Harry’s side, “C’mon, spill. Harry and I are dying to hear!”

Harry pushed away, removing his shoes and tossing them by the door. Going to sit across Eren at the coffee table.

Armin’s eyebrows came together, displaying his confusion, before shrugging. He wasn’t too interested in why Harry was acting stingy right now. But… “I’m dying to hear! You’ve liked this girl since forever! Tell me what happened!” Armin grabbed a bag of chips from the bag, quickly going to the coffee table and sitting down next to Eren. “Go on, spill.”

Eren’s hand came to his neck, rubbing it awkwardly. “It’s not as exciting, or…” he sighed, looking at your drawing. “Anything crazy like you probably think it is.”

Armin looked at Harry for a moment, giving a face that could only be described as, 'bullshit.’ Before looking to the side, “Sure, Eren.” Armin opened the bag of chips, popping a crisp in his mouth. “You two were in your apartment for god knows how long, alone, and you two didn’t do anything.” He popped another chip into his mouth, letting out a sarcastic, “Suree.”

Eren shook his head, glancing at Harry. “Literally nothing happened.” He said, “I couldn’t even really talk to her, I ended up working the whole time. While she just sat beside me and drew a puppy.” He grabbed the sketch and held it up, showing it to both of them.

Harry grabbed the drawing, taking a better look at it. Armin’s eyebrows came together for a second. “Wait, you’re telling me. You and Y/n were in your apartment, alone. And you didn’t even talk to her?” Armin looked away, his hand coming to his face. “Jesus, Eren. This is even worse than Jean and Mikasa back in high school.”

Harry placed the picture down, laughing slightly. “Honestly, he couldn’t shut up about her. It was a horrible two years.”

Armin looked at him, “Dude, I forgot you’re brothers.” He laughed, “Tell us what's happening between the two? We’re trying to help Eren out here.”

“Jean and Mikasa, or Jean and Y/n?” Armin gave him a look that made him choose the latter. Harry forced a laugh, “Honestly, I don’t really know what’s happening between them.” A lie. Harry knew exactly what was happening between the two. “I think Y/n’s dating Jean, or something.” Another lie. You weren’t dating anyone. Just talking to… certain individuals. “Honestly, with how much he hates you, I’d probably just drop it. I personally wouldn’t want to risk getting beat up by Jean.” He leaned back on the palm of his hands. “But, that's just what I think.”

That’s not what Harry thought, at all. But considering how he… liked you a little more than he should’ve. It was fine to have Eren think like this for now. He didn’t need Eren ruining the connection between you two.

Actually, now that Harry’s thinking about it.. you didn’t even really like Jean. You tolerated him because you wanted to be nice. And, you had no interest whatsoever in getting into a romantic relationship with Jean.

At least, that’s what Harry thinks. He couldn’t be forsure.

You, despited always being with Jean, always tried to make an excuse, why you couldn’t go out on a date. But Jean always persisted. You just allowed him to act as he pleased in fear of breaking your friend group.

It was a conversation the two of you had over a call. Harry was glad you told him this. He just knew that was one less person he had to worry about. At least, that’s how Harry remembers it.

Besides, you were too sweet for a man like Jean. Too airheaded, as well. You needed someone like.. like.. like Harry! He could take care of you.

Armin bit the inside of his cheek, glancing at Eren. “Damn, that… sucks.” Armin shrugged his shoulders, “Maybe, they’ll break up.” He smiled at Eren.

Eren looked to the side, shrugging his shoulders weakly. Somewhat bummed out by your relationship status.

Armin frowned, leaning on his hand. “Anyways, let’s forget about—“ he held his tongue, not wanting to say your name again. He his his attention to Harry. “What’s happening between you and Gwen?” He asked, “I heard you’re going on a date with her tomorrow.”

Harry laughed, smiling cooly. “Yeah, I’m going on a date.” Just not with Gwen. “Just with some other girl.”

Eren’s eyes widened, “What?” He drawed out, “You were so set on Gwen, what happened?”

Harry laughed, clasping his hands together. “She— She started talking to this other dude named Peter.” He shook his head. “Well, she’s always known him, but she’s always told me he was just a friend.”

Eren’s eyebrows shot up, “Really? So, she really did fall in love with another person?” Eren shook his head in disbelief, “Honestly, I thought you two were just not communicating enough. So nothing has changed from last time?”

Harry nodded, “Yeah, nothing has changed.” He looked at Armin, “It’s a long story to be honest. Just we’re not talking anymore, it’s over.”

Armin grimaced, “Damn man, I’m sorry to hear that.” He leaned forward, “That’s why I was so confused when I saw them on campus holding hands.” He popped another chip in his mouth.

Eren laughed loudly, “Armin I swear, you hear and see everything.” Armin laughed, shrugging briefly.

“Anyways, sorry that happened, Harry.” Armin softly said, offering a chip to him.

Harry waved his hand dismissively, silently refusing. “Naw, it’s okay. I’m talking to this other girl I really like.” He smiled, “And, I don’t think she’s going to leave me for someone else. Or, at least I hope.” You won’t.

Armin laughed, “So, when’s this date happening?”

Harry looked to the side, trying to recall the time. “Tomorrow at six thirty..” He casually said, “We’re going to that new restaurant near the..” Harry snapped his fingers a few times, trying to recall the place. “The water. It’s near Stark Industries.” He smiled, “On top of that, it’s on the second story. Looking out to the city.”

Eren nodded his head, “Oh! That new restaurant that opened up, yeah, I think I know what you’re talking about.” Eren laughed, “Wait, isn’t it impossible to get a spot there?”

Harry shrugged. “I don’t know, I had my father book me a spot there.”

Eren and Armin nodded their heads, looking at each other and saying, “Forgot who his Dad was.”

Harry laughed, “Yeah but, that’s my plans for tomorrow.” He smiled, “I hope things go well.”

Armin shook his head smiling, leaning his elbows on the table and resting his head in his palms. “Wow, must be nice.” He cooed, “But, who’s the mystery girl? I don’t even remember you doing something like this for Gwen.”

Eren nodded his head, “Yeah, I think you took Gwen out to the movies, and expected her to have sex with you or something.”

Harry shot Eren a glare, “I didn’t want to hav-“ He shook his head, ignoring Eren’s comment. “Whatever. I just want to make a good impression.” He leaned back, “I really like this girl, and I think she really likes me.”

Armin coughed obnoxiously, adding a ‘and you wanna’ have sex with her.’

Harry rolled his eyes, “The sex appeal is there. If that’s what you want to hear.” He seethed, “Jesus.”

Armin laughed, fist bumping Eren briefly. Giving him a knowing look. Eren laughed, “Show us a picture, I’ll tell you—“

“No.” Harry quickly said.

Eren and Armin flinched. Surprised by how quick Harry was to cut Eren off. Harry noticed. “Uh, I mean. I just want to make sure, before I show my friends.” He forced a smile, “I don’t need you guys making fun of her.”

Eren let his eyes narrowed at Harry, slowly nodding his head. “Okay, sure.” He smiled, “Whatever you’re comfortable with, sweetie.”

Armin smiled, “Yeah, just show us a picture of you two on your date. Then, you’ll know, and you’ll have a cute photo.” He winked in his direction. “But, let’s watch the game. I mean—that’s why you’re here, right?”

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Location: Waiting For Food, from the food truck…

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Eren lightly groaned, rubbing his temple. He really shouldn't have drank as much as he did. Especially when he had to attend class the next day. Jesus, he’s never had so much trouble trying to follow a lecture. He had trouble putting on an outfit today. Which consisted of sweats, and a random hoodie he found laying on his bed.

Eren shook his head, walked up the food truck, asking for his usual. Slightly hurt that the cashier didn’t recognise him. I mean, he always bought food here in his super suit… Oh.

Eren grabbed his receipt, and gave his name before drifting to the side. Pulling out his phone and checking his messages. Which were unfortunately really dry. He looked back up, sighing out. Letting his sight wander the area he was in. When he felt his body freeze.

Right across from him was a small shop he was all too familiar with. It was where he originally went to print out his photos. Before he gained access to do so at Stark Industries. And, through the clear window he could see you talking to the shopkeeper. Laughing airly pointing at something behind him.

Eren flinched, hearing his name being called by the food truck. He quickly grabbed his food, and glanced at you again. Only to see you walking away from the small shop. Waving good-bye to the shop owner.

Eren nodded to himself, slightly disappointed. Before feeling his phone buzz. He quickly picked it up, glancing at the caller ID.

Happy :)

He almost dropped his food. Eren quickly rushed to answer the call, placing his phone to his ear. “Happy, Happy! Hi, uhm. Wha— What’s up?” Smooth Yeager. Smooth.

“Right, uhm. Stark needs to see you.”

“Oh uh..” Eren looked at the food in his hand, tilting it to the side so he could check the time. Then, looking in the distance to Stark Industries. “Sure, what time does he need me there?”

“Like, now.” Happy quickly said.

Eren’s eyes widened, “Now? You mean like— now, now?!”

Happy scoffed, “What else would I mean? Yes, now!”

Eren felt his mouth go dry for a second, unable to speak. “I—I’m like two hours away. I can’t get there in—I can’t get there now.” He quickly defended.

Happy felt himself die a little inside, “Why are you two hours away? Your apartment is literally five minutes away from us?!”

Eren felt himself laugh, “Happy,” he declared, “I have to go to class, my school is close to two hours away.” He was always thankful he chose late classes.

Happy silently ‘oh’d,’ taking a moment to think. “You can still get here in under thirty minutes.”

Eren groaned, “Happy… you know that’s not—“

“You have a high tech suit, Eren. You can get here in under thirty minutes.” He shook his head, “You could get here under 10 if you really rushed.”

Eren nodded, “Alright then, I’ll see you in—“ He paused, bringing the phone from his ear to his face. Did he hang… Yeah, he hung up.

Eren quickly bit into his taco, walking towards Stark Industries, glancing at an alleyway and rushing into it. Twisting his backpack to the front of his chest and reaching inside, grabbing his suit. He tossed his bag to the ground, and started to strip. Jumping up and down dramatically to try to remove his sweats, before shoving his foot into the baggie suit. Bumping into a wall before getting it over his torso. Shooting a web at his mask and pulling it to his body, then tugging the fabric over his face.

Eren smiled, clicking the spider on his chest and allowing the suit to quickly adjust to his skin. Grabbing his backpack, and securing it over his shoulders. Shooting a web on the straps, so it wouldn’t fly off when swinging.

A mistake in which he has made in the past.

“Good Evening, Eren.”

“Good Evening, Karen.” Eren quickly took to the sky, using a tall building to swing to his location. Which he did get to quickly. In twenty six minutes to be exact. With his spider suit under his sweats and hoodie, he walked into the tall building. Adjusting the collar of his hoodie to better hide the suit underneath. “Petra, good to see you again.” He smiled, “Uhm, Tony called for me. Do you just want me to—”

“Yeah! Just go on up.” She briefly smiled, immediately turning her attention back to her computer. Eren always wondered what she was doing on her computer. He shook his head, making his way to Tony’s floor. Making sure to just walk in and not knock. Besides, Tony’s floor was huge. Just a maze of rooms and twisted halls.

“Eren?”

The hairs on the back of his neck stood. How the hell did you get here so fast? Oh yeah, Happy actually liked you, and probably sent a car to get you. Happy was so obvious with favorites. “Did Mr. Stark call you?” You softly asked, walking by his side and tilting your head. “Or?.. Are you lost?”

Eren just nodded.

You giggled, nodding your head and walking in front of him. “C’mon, I’ll show you the way.” You grabbed his wrist, gently pulling him with you.

Eren just slowly followed, his eyes drifting over your body. You looked cute today. I mean, you always look cute, but you looked extra cute today. A light blue tight dress that frilled at the bottom. Making your skin pop. Some white short gloves which was an odd thing to see when you always wore black, and a light tan sun hat. Oh, and the cute heels you were wearing.

You looked really nice. Oddly dressed up. Eren wondered how he didn’t see if sooner. “And, we’re here!” You turned on your heel, pointing to the door behind you. “Stark’s room!” You gave a thumbs up.

Eren nodded again, bowing his head slightly and walking to the door. Watching secretly as you started to walk away. He noticed you huff, reaching into your bag and grabbing your phone.

You stared at the screen for a moment, muttering “Harry..” before reluctantly sliding your finger over the screen. I mean, it was only 6:10. You still have twenty minutes before you had to meet up at your agreed location.

“Hey, Love! What’s up?”

Now, Eren was intrigued. Also, not very proud of his next actions. But, to be fair! Why was his best friend calling you? And why were you calling him.. Love? So, he followed you.

You walked further into the hall stopping at the corner. Giggling into your phone, “Yes, I plan on going.” You bit your bottom lip. “Geez, you sound so.. paranoid.” You giggled again. “Yes, I’m going over there right now. Just had to get something from…” You paused, looking to the side and thinking. Actually, it just looked like you hesitated— almost reluctant to speak. “…Levi. He just needed some help”

You flinched at Harry’s voice. It was loud enough for Eren to hear. “So, Levi called you? C’mon, don’t lie to me like that. Just tell me where you are, and I’ll pick you up.”

You forced an awkward smile, “Uhm, sure. I’m at Stark Industries. I’ll see—” Your shoulders jumped as you paused. Pulling the phone down from your ear, noticing how Harry ended the call. You stared at your phone for a little, before sighing. “See ya’ in a little.” You placed your phone in your bag, looking at the roof and smiling. Blinking your eyes before walking away.

Eren wanted to go after you, but couldn’t. I mean, what would he even say? Hell, even if he knew what to say, he still wouldn’t be able to say it. He just took a final glance in your direction, before walking back to Tony’s room. Weakly pulling on his door, and entering.

“Eren! Good to see you!” Tony said, taking a bite of his salad. Raising a hand to his mouth, and continuing. “How’s the suit? Is it good? Any adjustments I need to make?”

Eren shook his head, “No, it— it’s pretty good. It’s comfortable, and breathable.” He put his hand to his chest, “It’s good.”

Tony nodded his head, turning his attention to his Brother. “See, I told you. I made that thing airtight Levi.”

Levi shook his head, “Well, things change Tony. We have to be constantly checking on the suit.” He walked to Eren, clicking something on his side.

Eren flinched before a screen of blue projected from his eyes. Levi went forward, and touched a date. Checking on the report. “Wait, this thing records me?” Levi glanced at Eren. But before he could respond, Eren asked another question. “And, how do you know I’m wearing the suit? It’s under my clothing.”

Levi pressed his lips together, pausing before answering. “Yes.” He quickly answered, “But, it’s only when you have to suit on.” He clicked another date, fast forwarding the recording. Stopping on Eren eating a churro. “And, it’s peeking over your collar.”

Eren quickly looked down, glancing at the suit. Seeing it was visible over his hoodie. He could feel his cheeks heat up. “Oh,” He quickly shook his head. “Well, why do you even need to watch me?”

Levi and Tony looked at eachother. “Well,” Levi began, “The suits are.. powerful. Which means,” He paused again, “With great power comes great responsibility.” Levi nodded once, “We can’t have you robbing banks or anything.”

Eren laughed, “Sure, okay. I get that.”

Levi waved his hand over the screen making it disappear. “Karen, send all the information to me and Tony.”

“Yes, Levi.” There was a brief pause, “Now, sending information.”

“When you say recording when the suits on. You mean no matter where I am, if I have to suit on, it starts recording?” Eren bashfully asked.

Tony looked at him, “Yes, why?” Suddenly, Eren had a bad feeling. “I mean, there's nothing you should be hiding while inside the suit, right?” Tony and Levi were now glaring at him.

Eren shook his head, waving his hands. “No, no! I mean—“ He sighed, raising his hands to his face. The tips of his ears turned red. “I— I sometimes wear the suit in my apartment and..” He deep inhaled, “..and I like pretending I’m—“

“Oh.” Tony said thoughtfully, “I get it kid. We’ll just tell Karen to cut out the recording in your house.”

Eren peaked his eyes over his hands, “Really?”

“No.”

“Levi, Tony. There’s a situation happening near a restaurant.” Karen voiced calmly.

Tony’s eyes widened, looking outside from his window. “God, how long have we been talking?”

Levi checked his watch, “It’s close to seven ten.”

Tony grimaced, “Jesus, uhm, Karen. Where is this located?”

“The newly opened restaurant by the water, it’s called the—“

“The Rose.” Tony finished, he sighed. Running a hand over his face, “I swear that place is a goldmine for—“

Eren felt his stomach drop. A horrible realization washed over him. “Y/n’s there.” He quickly said. It felt like he was going to faint. “Y/n’s there. We– We need to–“

Levi's hands were on Eren’s shoulders. When did he get there? “Calm down, Eren. We know Y/n’s there. She’ll be fine.”

“No, she won’t be fine. I– we need to go over there! She could get hurt, or worse…“ He pulled away from Levi, walking toward the door.

Tony was quickly on it. “Karen, pause.”

Eren paused. Unable to move. He gasped, “Wha–What happened?”

“I seized your movements. You won’t be able to move until I allow it.” Tony sighed, his hands typing on the blue screen keyboard. Bring up the location of the restaurant and yours.

Eren grunted, trying to move. “Mr. Stark, with all due respect– I’m not a kid. So, stop treating me like one.”

Tony didn’t respond. He didn’t want to.

Eren felt his anger rise, annoyed. Maybe he was extra emotional because you could be in trouble. He just started to slowly breathe, trying to calm down. Mr. Stark said you’d be safe. So, you’re going to be safe. Right?…

Eren let his head drop, before lifting it up again. “Wait,” Eren quickly interrupted, “Since when could Karen do that? She’s never done that for me?” He looked down at his suit. “Why don’t you do that for me, Karen?”

Bitch. I’m sorry, Karen. I didn’t mean that.

“I can't, you're still exploring your suit.” Karen briefly replied.

Eren looked up, trying to glance at Tony or Levi. “Wait, what does she mean by that?”

Levi looked to the side, walking away. Not wanting to be the one to answer that question. Tony would’ve cussed him out for that, but decided to stay modest. And most importantly, calm. “Uhm,” Tony started, “It means you’re still learning your suit.” He reasoned, “So, Karen won’t send you to the heat of battle just yet.”

Eren’s eyebrows shot together. That anger returned, “What? I can’t ‘learn’ about my suit if I don’t fight in it.” He shook his head, closing his eyes. Debating about whether or not he should say what he wanted to. He did.

“Karen, show me the way to The Rose.”

“Eren,” Tony warned, “Calm down, this was just a precaution. We didn’t want you to die a week after working with the suit.” He gritted, “And, we certainly don’t need you dying now.”

Eren scoffed, “So, do you just not trust me? I’m not gonna’ die from fighting some random robber.” He shot back, “I’ve dealt with that more than I could count.”

Tony shook his head, “Kid, this isn’t just about you! There are civilians there!” He scoffed, looking to the side and licking his teeth. “If someone dies, that’s on your watch, that’s on you, okay?! But, if you die, that’s on me.” He stood up, pushing his chair away. Running a hand through his hair and sighing, “And, I don’t want that on my conscience.”

The room was deathly silent.

“Then, you understand how I feel about Y/n.” He peered over his shoulder, “If she dies, that’s going to be on my conscience. Because deep down, I knew I could’ve at least tried.” He lightly sneered, “And that’s better than standing around and doing nothing. I got this suit purely because of luck, I’ll earn it.”

Tony softly sighed. “Karen, release.”

Eren jolted forward, shakily exhaling. Placing his hand to his mouth and whispering, “Karen, we’re going to have a very serious talk about consent.”

“Of course, Eren.”

Tony sighed, quickly looking at Levi. Reading his lips. ‘Don’t do it.’

“Fine, go.” Tony said, “Just—“ Tony took a deep breath, “Just don’t die.”

Eren smiled, nodding his head briefly. “I won’t.”

Levi pointed to a window, seeing as it was open. “Go.” And just like that, Ere– Spider-Man was gone. His street clothes resting on the ground. Levi looked at Tony. “Want me to follow him.”

“Oh yeah, definitely.” Tony enhanced his screen, “But, give him a chance. Only interfere if you feel his life is in danger.” He thought for a second, “Or wins.”

Levi nodded once, clicking his watch. Allowing the suit to bubble over his skin. Tony shook his head smugly. He was such a badass for finally working with Nanotechnology.

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Location: The Rose, Some Fancy Restaurant…

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You glanced at your phone.

6:45.

You scrunched your nose in distaste. The date already started close to twenty five minutes ago, yet it felt like hours. Harry was rambling about Oscorp. A subject you personally felt uncomfortable to hear, let alone talk about. You were literally working at the rival corporation.

“Are you enjoying your wine?”

You smiled, nodding your head. “Well, I’m technically not allowed to but,” you leaned closer, whispering, “Yeah, it’s way better than random party beer.”

Harry’s eyebrows came together, “Allowed to? Are you not twenty one?”

You giggled, “Yeah, I’m twenty. I’m just a young senior.” You tilted your head, “I told you this over the phone.”

Harry forced a smile, adjusting his collar. “Oh yes, I remember.” No, he didn’t.

You chewed your lip. “Right, uhm..” you mumbled. “How’s– how’s Eren?” You said, desperately trying to change the subject. Eren just happens to be the most familiar.

“Oh, he’s good. Working at–“ he gestured his hand at you, “Stark Industries.”

Do we always have to talk about Stark Industries? “I know,” you added, “I work with him.” You cringed at the awkward conversation. You let your fake nails drum on the clothed table lightly. Mindlessly looking to the side. Trying to think of something. “You two are best friends, right?” You asked.

Harry slowly nodded, guilt traveling up his spine. I mean, here he was on a date with the girl his best friend had been crushing on for god knows how long. “Yeah.” He replied.

“Does he like me?” You asked, eyes moving to him for a second. “Like a friend, that is.” You clarified. Feeling your face slightly heaten up at the small miscommunication. Harry noticed.

“No.” He quickly answered, jealousy filling his mind. He noticed your hurt expression, and quickly spoke again. t

Trying to fix his answer, “I mean. I think he does. He doesn’t really talk about you.” Harry’s eyebrows raised for a second. A small gesture he did when not particularly speaking the truth.

He’s lying. You thought. But, why would he lie about that? “Really?” You slowly said, Harry nodded. You let out a small giggle. “Awh, that sucks. I totally was starting to like him.” You noticed the way Harry’s jaw clenched. You turned to the side, getting bored of the conversation. I mean, it’s not like you enjoyed talking to a liar.

Harry noticed how to slowly distanced yourself from him, “Uhm, what’s your favorite sweet spot?” He asked, trying to keep you engaged.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I don’t really tell people that, I don’t want it to be overcrowded.” Selfish, maybe. But you had to do what you had to do.

Harry internally cringed at your response. If he thought you were bored before, he was certain you were now. “Have you been here?” He gestured to the restaurant. “I heard it’s really good, my father and brother like to visit often.” He shifted, slightly uncomfortable by bringing up his brother Jean. “But, this is my first time here.”

You glanced at him. “Really?” You huffed, crossing a leg over the other. Eyes moving across the dimly lit area. People conversing with others, causing a background hum of conversation to play. “I expected someone like you to always be in a place like this.”

He laughed heartily, “Oh no, this isn’t my scene. I prefer In-and-out from California. I usually go every weekend.”

Right. You slowly nodded your head, reaching for your glass of wine and sipping on it. That was— a very out of touch comment. You’re such a hypocrite Y/n.

The air tensed again, conversation stopping. Soft drumming of your nails against the table being stronger than the connection between the two of you.

This date was not going well.

“So, I heard you’re starting to work with nanotechnology.” He quipped, leaning into you.

You slowly giggled, not really wanting to talk about your corporation’s technology. Or any corporation's technology for that matter. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe..” You swirled your wine glass, taking a sip. “I think I’ve heard like, Levi say something.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Do you always talk like that?” He said, eyes boring into yours. His lips pressed in a thin line.

You blinked a few times, tilting your head to the side. “Like what?…” You questioned with an unsure laugh.

He smiled for a second, “Uhm, Like- Do you like? Sorry, are you like literally kidding me? Literally.” He laughed to himself, “That’s all I hear you say, it’s really—“ Harry paused with his mouth open, like he was stopping himself from speaking. “..weird.”

You felt your tongue run over your teeth. He was going to say ‘annoying.’ Oh..

Your eyebrows came together. “What's that supposed to mean?” Was he belittling you? You placed your drink down, glaring at him. “Are you? Mocking me?..” you said with an unsure airy laugh.

Yes. Harry thought.

He shook his head, raising his hands. “Of course not, I just—“ he sighed, looking to the side. His hand running over his chin. “It just seems forced, working at Stark Industries, holding school and city events, attending NYU. It just— it doesn't make sense.”

You blinked a few times, your eyes trained on him. “What doesn't make sense?” You asked, hands grabbing the end of your dress.

Harry took a sip of his drink, noticing your change in demeanor. Has Harry ever seen you mad? Actually, have you ever even been mad at anyone? He thickly swallowed. This isn’t going the way he planned, “I— You know what I mean Y/n..”

You shook your head slowly, “No, I don’t.” You said, “I think you need to clarify.”

Harry leaned back, his body slightly turned to the side. “I just— you have to be hiding something. Or, doing something behind the scenes.”

You scoffed, “Are you saying I sleep with—“

“No, that’s not what I’m saying.”

You shook your head and turned to the side, looking off in the distance. Trying to enjoy the location despite the person sitting across from you.

“What I mean is, you can’t be a complete..”

“A complete what?”

“A dumbass, you can’t be a complete dumbass.”

You felt your eyes widen, shocked by his words. Well, not really, just more surprised. He thinks I’m an idiot. You scoffed at your thoughts. No, he thinks I’m a dumbass. Turning your head back to look at him, your lips parted slightly. “I— I don’t..“ You sighed, grabbing your drink again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is how I am.” You bit your lip, “I don’t know how you expect me to be, Harry.” You sighed, forcing a smile. “This is how I am. I just happen to be very lucky with the opportunities presented to me.”

“I don’t..” He sighed, “I don’t believe that, Y/n. Someone’s got to be–“ he pressed his lips together, before shaking his head. “I can take care of you.” He said, completely changing his sentence to something else.

Your head tilted down, looking at him through your lashes. A look of slight discomfort, or pain washing over your face. Eyes glossy.

Shit. Not good Harry. “Yeah, you— you wouldn’t need to do any of that. I could take care of it all.” He said. Good way to change the subject.

You could feel your eyebrows furrow. Why does this sound so familiar?... “Really?..” You slowly said.

Harry nodded, reaching his hand out to your shoulder. Rubbing it soothingly, trying to calm you down. “Of course.” He cooed.

You closed your eyes for a second, sighing. “You hate your brother Jean, right? Harry?”

Harry nodded, “I do, he’s horrible, controlling, cocky..” He laughed, lowering his hand to yours, holding it.

Your eyes darted to his hand, before looking back at him. “That’s what I thought.” You laughed, pulling your hand back. You’re such a hypocrite, Harry. “Because, you sound exactly like him.” You stood up before he could even reply. “I think I'm going to go home.” You pushed your chair back in, taking a final sip of your drink and putting the cup back down on the table. “Goodbye, Harry.”

Harry was stunned. He was anything, but his brother.

You grabbed your bag and walked away. You could hear Harry standing up and running after you. A mantra of your name leaving his lips, trying to get you to stop moving.

Why does everyone assume you want to be taken care of? You couldn’t help, but laugh. Back in highschool everyone told you, you were too independent. And now you weren’t dependant enough?

You glanced at the time.

7:09

That was a short lived date—

You flinched when someone screamed. Turning your head in their direction. A random person running into your shoulder. You grimaced, bringing your hand to the shoulder. Rubbing it soothingly, “Ouch.” You whispered, rolling out your shoulder for a second before looking back at the initial sound. I mean, it sounded like someone got hurt.

If anything —you laughed at the thought— it sounded a villain was attacking this plac—

You could feel every fiber of confidence drain from your body. Chills crawling up your body. You shakily inhaled, your arms going to your side, hands going slack. Dropping all of your belongings. You could feel your body tense with fear.

Cold, pure, fear.

“What the..”

Because, in front of you, was a fifteen meter, giant, armed, tech, titan. Looming over the skylight. Eyes glowing bright yellow, staring down at you.

Or, at least it felt like it.

Right behind him another, ten meters taller.

You could feel your knees give out, failing to take a step back as you fell to your ass. Your pupils shrinking with fear, your lips parting. You wanted to scream, but were unable to.

Now you know why Stark said you couldn’t use the suit. You were too frightened by things like this to even move.

You didn’t even notice Harry was trying to call out your name until you breathed. Sucking in air like you were deprived of it your whole life. “Y/n, get over here!”

You looked over your shoulder for a second. Before looking at the giant in front of you. Harry was way too far to run to. You’re sure it would catch the giant's attention. What—what do I do?

It’s like time slowed down, the villain's hand going to the roof. Holy shit, he was going to break it.

You rolled under a table. Feeling the cloth that covered it tanging into your body, and pushing through. A hand coming over your eyes as the building's roof collapsed.

It was dark.

Thick cloth covering the table’s sides. Draping to the floor, blocking the light of the restaurant. Dark. It’s dark.

Your phone! Your phone! Call someone, Y/n! Your hands went to your thighs, patting it furiously. “Dress, fuck! I’m wearing a dress!” You shouted, unable to breathe. It didn’t even matter, your phone was probably under the ruble.

You closed your eyes accepting, there was no possible way of getting it now.

You felt helpless. What the hell do you do? You were wearing a minidress you couldn’t run in without holding it down. You grabbed a fork which had fallen to the ground.

Taking a shaky breath.

You listened.

‘Creak.’ ‘Creak..’ ‘Creak…’

Right. Was to the right of you?

A foot, a big foot. Walking through the debris. Creaking— cracking under their iron. They were walking, why was it walking? You were sure people were under that debris. And what about you? Were you about to get stepped on? You should be worried, right?

No, you had a fork. You had a fork.

You could only listen. Your eyes trained on the dirty floor. It was quiet. Silence. Silent. Quiet..

When.. It was wet. Why was the floor wet? A pearl of water fell on your hand holding the fork. You were crying. Tears falling from your eye without the need of blinking.

Because, it wasn’t dark. It wasn’t dark anymore.

Eyes tilted up, peering at the settling sky and the massive hand looming over you. Grabbing onto your much smaller frame and lifting you into the night sky. Tight. It’s tight. It hurts. I can’t— breathe.

You tried— and tried. Stabbing into the hand with the dull fork. Screaming at the top of your lungs, throat dry and painful. Did it always hurt to scream? “Let go of me!”

You tried to stab them. “Let go!” You screamed. Thrashing, hitting, crying, anything to loosen the grip this massive villain had on you. You cried when he brought you to his face.

It was looking at you.

His free hand coming to your face, and whipping away your tears. You took this time to scan over your captor. The one holding you was the taller one. Twenty five meters. You wondered how it even saw you.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to touch women?” Someone taunted, “Or, are you just a jerk who needs to learn about consent?”

You turned over your shoulder, hair whipping around as you peered at the person. Your lips naturally coming up into an awkward smile at the masked individual's words.

So this was the infamous Spider-Man. “Hi, there Gorgeous. Don’t panic, ‘kay?”

You nodded, watching him jump off the building— swinging in your direction. Webs shooting in different directions. Confusing you on where he was going to go.

Wait, gorgeous? Stop, dont. Look where you are, try to help Y/n. You looked to the side, searching for Harry. Maybe— Maybe, he could distract the villain. And maybe, it would let go of you. He could help you escape.

Harry, where are you? You could feel your stomach turn. Is he okay? Did he?— Only to see his car driving off in the distance. Well that’s good to know. You grunted, feeling the hand tighten around you. You needed to do something, and you need to do something now.

You weren’t going to die. Not to-fucking-day. You turned to the villain, hand pushing him away. Waving your arms around frantically, trying to gain the attention of the thing holding you.

It looked at you. Your hand flew in front of you, outstretched. The fork flew into his eyes, stabbing it. The villain grunted in pain, hand hitting his face—trying to soothe the stinging pain.

Unknowingly letting go of you. Butterflies. You loved the feeling of butterflies on roller coasters, or droppers. You didn’t like them now. You didn’t like them knowing there was nothing stopping you from hitting the ground.

Holy shit, were you going to die? The other armored villain noticed. Almost panicking and reaching for you, trying to grab you before hitting the ground.

You couldn’t help but wonder— Why?

Spider-Man shot a web at the villain’s hand. Sticking it to his face. Shooting another and swinging in your direction, scoping you up before you hit the ground. “Jesus, Gorgeous what did you do? Villains don’t grab random civilians, and try to save them for no reason.” he looked over his shoulder, glancing at the villains.

What were they doing here? What was their goal, or purpose? What were they going to do in the small time frame he was gone? Trying to find a safe space to put you. What would they do? Who were they going to hurt?

You gripped his neck, stuffing your head inside.“I– I don’t know.” You sobbed, trying to answer his question “I really don’t, I thought I was going to— I thought..”

Eren could feel his heart break. Seeing as you broke down in his arms, literally. He inhaled, pressing his lips together. His grip tightening across your waist. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” he softly reassured, “You’re safe, nothing’s ever going to happen to you.” I promise.

Spider-Man jumped onto a roof, helping you onto your feet.Your hands stayed on his shoulders for a second, fake nails digging into his suit before slowly letting go. His eyes widened for a second only to return back to normal. His right hand coming to your face and wiping your tears. “I’ll be right back. Once I know that everyone over there is safe, I’ll take you home.”

Eren felt himself stop, his hand holding your face. His other on your arm. He didn’t want to leave.

You nodded, leaning into his touch. Whispering softly, “Okay.” Before sighing, trying to collect yourself. You placed your hand over his. Squeezing it. “There were around one hundred and fifty people, upon the initial attack.” You quickly said, “When the building was damaged, roughly seventy five. I don’t know where the other half went.” You carefully explained, trying to make sure all this information was being processed. Even if it wasn’t that much.

You were sure you watched two of them get crushed under the rubble. Not a hundred percent sure. Spider-Man nodded. That grounded him in the situation, and partially shocked him. How the hell did you manage to process all that information, while also trying to keep yourself safe. In fact— your whole speaking mannerism changed.

There are more important things to worry about, Eren. He nodded, “Thank you.”

You nodded back and he was gone, rushing back to the restaurant. Leaving you a mess. You took a step back, exhaling shakily. Closing your eyes and clasping your hands together. Trying to comfort yourself. Moving your hands to your shoulders and giving a self-hug.

“You know, it’s really odd to silently watch a girl, right?” You asked, your voice deep yet somewhat playful. A complete opposite of what you normally sounded like. “Or, do we need to have a conversation about that again?”

It always amazed Levi how fast you could switch. You really perfected your act as the innocent and stupid bimbo. Sometimes, even Levi forgot you were pretending. Levi shook his head, landing on the roof. “No, that won’t be necessary. I was just scanning you, Y/n. Making sure you're completely fine.” He put a hand on your shoulder, “And, I managed to remove all civilians safely.”

You smiled, “Good.” Pressing his hand off your shoulder. Forcing a smile at him, while taking a few steps back. Enjoying the air. Trying to cool off from the very recent situation. Well, to be fair— this has become a normal thing after working with Stark. Of course, no matter what, you’d always freak out. Who wouldn’t? I mean, you’re looking at a deadly villain. But, it became something you learned to calm yourself down from. Even if it took a few minutes.

You raised your hands in the air, stretching out your arms. Trying to get your shoulders to pop. “Anyways,” You whispered, “Why didn’t you tell me you started using the suit I designed?” You put up a finger, “And, don’t lie to me, I can tell what my designs are.” You said, recalling back to the suit.

Levi chuckled, “Of course you do, nothing can slip by the talented mind of yours.”

“You don’t need to tell me.” You interrupted, looking at your nails and smiling. Peeking up for a moment for Levi’s reaction. He always hated when you played with him. But, that’s why you did it.

Levi rolled his eyes, clicking his wrist and his suit reversing. “But, that’s not what I’m here to talk about.”

You placed your hand on your hip, “Of course. I knew you weren’t just checking up on me.” Levi was about to respond, but you put up a finger. Already knowing what he was going to ask you. “No, I don’t know the villain.” You sighed boredly, “And, I sure as hell don’t know why it tried to save me.” You took a deep breath, “And, I quite honestly don’t want to.”

Levi nodded, leaning on a door leading into the roof the two of you were standing on. “Do you want me to take you home?”

You felt your chest tighten at that question, wanting to immediately say no. Considering how last time he took you home he almost dropped you. –On purpose– you weren’t risking that again. “I’m good, Levi.” You said, waving your hand. You turned away, “I’ll let Spider-boy take me home.”

Levi could have imagined it, but he could’ve sworn you smiled. He would’ve laughed at that thought, you? Smiling over a boy? Yeah, he must’ve imagined it.

You literally hated every man you ever met. With the few exceptions being him, Tony, and Happy. Sometimes

And, that boy you were starting to talk about at work. But, other than that. Nope, hated them all. And, he couldn’t even blame you..

Spider-Man landed on the ground, grimacing. Scoffing for a second, “They’re gone.” He searched around, trying to look around for any potential clues, or people. “But how?” He questioned, “Something that big can’t disappear without a trace.” He sighed, running a hand over his face. “Hey, Karen?” He slowly asked, flipping over a large piece of wood with ease.

“Yes, Eren?”

“Can you do a scan of this place? Is that— something you can do?”

“Yes, Eren. Currently scanning.”

Eren looked around, trying to find anything. Yet, there was nothing. He groaned, “So what was the point of that thing even coming?”

“Scan complete, unable to locate any civilians.”

He sighed, taking a final step back. His foot landed on something. His head cocked back, looking at the item he stepped on.

It was a phone. A bag not too far from it. Actually, this phone looked really familiar. It was your phone. Eren grabbed it, along with the purse.

“Eren, you’re receiving a call from Tony. Do you wish to pick up?”

Eren bit his cheek, eyes drifting to the side thoughtfully. “Yes, please.” He briefly said, placing the phone inside your purse. Then slinging it over his body.

Eren saw the corner of his display with a small microphone. Lighting up once Tony spoke. “Eren, how’d it go? Hope no one—“

“Everyone’s fine. No one’s hurt, I had Karen scan the place.” He sighed, walking to the edge of the building. Seeing as a metal piece was standing out from the rest of the rubble. How did I not notice that before?

“That’s good to hear, kid.” Tony paused, “Did you happen to find anything?”

Eren squatted to the floor, wiping his gloved hand over the metal scrap. Trying to remove the wood dust. His eyebrows moving together, expressing his confusion. “Uhm, Karen? Is it possible to show what I’m seeing?” He tilted his head, “Like a facetime?”

“Yes, Eren.”

Tony’s face popped up, before quickly minimizing. “What am I looking at, kid?” He squinted, getting closer to the screen and grabbing his glasses.

Eren rolled his eyes at that question. “It’s a part of the villain's suit.” He pressed his lips together, disappointed. “There’s some writing engraved into the iron, but it’s scratched off.”

Tony audibly sighed. “I’ll go have Levi pick it up.” He said, “And, make sure you go straight home after this..”

Eren’s eyebrows came together. “Alright.” With that, the call ended. Eren sighed, keeping his gaze on the metal. His ears perked to the sound of one of the suits.

Levi.

Eren took it as he cue to leave. Trying to find the place he left you before. Eren landed on the roof. His eyes on your back, watching as you sat on the edge of the building. Watching the city. “Enjoying the view?” He asked, making you turn your head to him.

“It’s pretty enough.” You plainly said, tossing a chunk of hair behind your shoulder. Trying to enjoy the soft cool breeze. Jeez, you should really cut your hair.

Eren could feel himself pause. You sounded— different?.. Almost more chill, and sarcastic.

He stood behind you, “What?” He said, trying to sound offended. “I made sure to bring you to my favorite building.” His hand went to his waist as he tilted his head.

You peered over your shoulder, displaying an amused smile. “Did you now?” You taunted, eyes moving to the purse wrapped around his body. “It looks good on you.”

Eren smiled, his eyes closing slightly. “Good to know.”

You stood up, dusting off your butt and walking to him. Pressing a strand of hair behind your ear. Outstretching your hand for your purse. Grabbing your phone from the bag. Smiling at the small device. “Thanks.” You softly said. Checking the time. You grimaced. “It’s so late, jesus.”

Spider-Man took a step in your direction. “It’s a Friday? I consider nine thirty pretty early.” His head tilted to the side.

You sighed, shaking your head. “No it’s— I’m holding a big event tomorrow, and co-hosting a party a few hours after.” You said with a groan. “Honestly, I don’t even know why I agreed to the party.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to manage.”

You looked at him, then to the city. “It’s not only that.” You softly said, trying to hide a smile. “I kinda’ want to call someone and tell them about this horrible date.” Eren flashed through your head. You wanted to call him and tell him all about what just happened.

Horrible date? Spider-Man thought. Oh yeah, you were on a date with Harry. Eren forgot about that.

You sighed, looking back at the city. You softly sighed, “I swear, I don’t know why I put myself through that.” You said, “I didn’t even want to go on a date with Harry, I just said yes to be nice.”

“Then, say no.” Spider-Man responded, “I can assure you, this probably wouldn’t have happened if you said no.” Also, Eren was salty.

You turned back, glaring at him. Muttering a sarcastic ‘Thanks,’ through grit teeth. You watched as his eyes squinted as he nodded his head. The son of a bitch was smiling.

Yet, you couldn’t help but smile back.

You bit your lip, “I– I just can’t, I don’t want to hurt his feelings.” You smiled to yourself, taking a step back. “Besides, it would be out of character for me to decline.” You softly muttered, “I’m supposed to be the sweet and innocent–” dumbass.

Spider-Man’s hand raised for a moment, only to return back to his side. “If you’re not comfortable with something, you don’t have to do it.” He said, “As a woma–” He paused, noticing the way you glared at him. “It’s just not a safe mindset for you, you shouldn’t comfort people at the expense of yourself.”

You felt your shoulder tense, your eyes darting to the spider in front of you. Eye wide and sparkling, before smiling– letting your hand rub your forearm. “Yeah?” You playfully questioned.

Spider-Man nodded, “Yeah.”

You nodded, letting your head fall to the side. “Maybe,” you said, “I’ll think about it.” There was a small comfortable silence between you two. Your hands coming behind your back and holding into your skirt. You blinked a few times, turning away as you felt your cheeks heat up. “Now,” You started, looking around, “How are you going to fly me home?”

Spider-Man tilted his head. A hand on his hip, “Who said anything about flying?”

You blinked a few times. “We’re not flying?”

“Nope.”

“Then.. what are we doing?”

Squinted eyes, Spider-Man was smiling again.

“Oh-no.”

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Location: The Sparkling Buildings of New York…

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You gripped onto his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit!” You shouted, shoving your face into his neck. Why did I say yes to this! You would’ve preferred Levi almost dropping you to this. “I don’t think I want to do this anymore!” You shouted, shaking into his arms.

Spider-Man turned his head ever-so-slightly to your ear. “You’re doing great, I promise you, you’re fine.” He sounded like he was whispering, maybe your ears were just ringing.

You softly groaned, “No, I know I’m doing fine.” You cringed at the thought, “I’m just totally flashing everyone in this mini-skirt right now.” You tightened your arms around him. When you felt his free hand press against your thighs. Pressing the skirt against your skin.

You jumped at the sensation, feeling your skin heat up. Was he touching your?.. You turned to him, pressing your lips to his ear. “I’m going to ignore the fact you’re literally touching my ass but–” You said with a laugh, obviously teasing the boy. You knew deep down he was just trying to help.

You heard Spider-Man yelp, before pulling his hand away. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry– I was just trying to–”

You loudly laughed, cutting him off. “I was just messing with you Spider-boy. I know you were just trying to help.” You teased, “Don’t take everything so seriously.”

Spider-Man forced a laugh, nodding his head. When you felt him land on your staircase. Putting you down on your latter escape. You slowly placed your feet down on the railing, keeping your hands on his shoulders. His hands on your waist for stability.

You were on your latter escape. Wait, you don’t remember telling him where you lived– maybe you did… You felt his hand slowly move up your waist. You couldn’t help but feel your skin spike. You really liked his hands on you, it reminded you of–

“And there you go.” Spider-Man said, hands perfectly pressed to the dip of your waist. His hands were so big. “All safe, and sound.”

“Uhm, thanks.” You softly said, letting your eyes drop to the side. “I appreciate you taking me home.”

Spider-Man tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. “Really?’ he asked, “Cause I could’ve sworn you were begging for me to put you down.” I could beg for other things, Gorgeous– Don’t Eren.

You smiled, “I could be begging for other things, Spidey.” You said with a laugh, leaning back from him. Still keeping your hands on his shoulders. Loving how he kept his on your waist. “But, I don’t think you’re for that.”

Jesus, you were perfect for him. Spider-Man’s laugh echoed through your head, making your cheeks heaten up. How could someone with a face mask be so– attractive and kinda’ cute.

“Do you always mess around with guys that swing you home, Gorgeous?”

You laughed, rolling your eyes playfully. “Do you call everyone gorgeous?”

“Only the ones who are.”

“Then, only the ones I like.” You responded, smiling as you stood on your tippy toes. Getting closer to his face. “And, I somewhat like you, Spidey.”

Spider-Man tilted his head, his eyes squinting slightly. “How many other spider guys do you like?” He asked.

You looked to the side playfully, smiling to yourself. “Just the ones who call me gorgeous.” You pressed a finger to his shoulder, “Which is a lot more than you’d think.”

Spider-Man’s eyes closed for a second, letting out a loud laugh. “Really.” He playfully said, “How many guys are you talking to?”

“So many.” You said with an eye roll, “But, they don’t matter.” Apparently more than half of them want to take care of me. “They’re all gross boys.”

Spider-Man nodded in agreement. “Brutal. Men happen to be pigs.” He said, looking to the side.

You nodded, before looking at your hand. Seeing you were still holding into him. You pulled away from him, placing your hands on his chest to push him away. “I guess it’s time for you to leave then?” You said questioningly, not knowing whether or not you wanted him to go.

You didn’t really want him too.

“Damn, do you think I’m a gross boy?” Spider-Man said, pretending to act offended. A hand placed to his chest dramatically. “Is that why you’re kicking me out?”

You let your hand drop to your skirt, fixing it around your waist. While dusting off some imaginary dirt, you giggled, “Oh yeah, the grossest of them all.” You exclaimed, leaning back on your sticker decorated window. “Ew, get away from me.”

Spider-Man laughed, leaning back on the railing. Placing the back of his hand on his forehead, “Ah! You wound me..” He said, trying to suppress the laugh building in his throat. He wanted to mess with you, somehow..

You turned away, crossing your arms over your chest playfully. “Good.” You said, “Now get your gross spider-self away from me.” You turned over your shoulder, looking at Spider-man. He was just staring at you, like he was trying to figure out what to say.

Before his eyes widened in realization. “If that’s how it is…” You watched as he leaned back, your eyes moving up and down his frame in confusion. What is he doing?.. You quickly reached out, twisting your body to face him as you rushed over– trying to grab onto his arm. Unfortunately, you were too slow. You watched in horror as his body fell back over the railing.

You ran to the edge of the railing, peering over the side in fear. “Oh my god! Are you—”

Spider-Man waved at you, holding onto the web attached to the railing. His eyes squinted. He was smiling. You rolled your eyes, scoffing. Throwing your phone at his face, only for him to dodge it completely— sending a web after it.

“Asshole!” You shouted, watching him slowly climb up your railing again. You couldn’t help but smile, despite how much you desperately wanted not to. That’s why you kept your back to him.

“Oh, so you do care about this gross boy.”

“Shut the fuck up—“

“Here.” Spider-Man lifted your phone, handing it to you.

You snatched it from him, giving him a playful glare. Muttering a strained, “Thank you.” Before leaning on the railing. Tilting your head down and looking at Spider-Man. Your lips pressed together tightly.

Spider-Man tilted his head, his eyes squinted slightly. “Anything for you.” He said, noticing the way you avoided eye contact. Were you embarrassed?

You bit the inside of your cheek, looking to the side. Trying to suppress the big smile on your lips, only to fail miserably. You looked back down at him, tilting your head to the side. “You’re—“ you huffed playfully, “You’re something else.”

“You like it.” Spider-Man teased.

You leaned further down, Spider-Man went a little more up. You couldn't help but say, “I do.” The two of you stayed like that for a moment, noses practically touching. You ran your tongue over your lips, tasting the peach lipgloss you were wearing. “What?” You teased, “You waiting for a kiss or something?”

“Am I getting one?” If so, I’ll wait till the end of time. Spider-Man couldn’t help but think.

You hummed thoughtfully, “Maybe.” You told him. Looking to the side, letting your hands fall to his face.

“Then, I’ll wait till the end of time.”

You laughed, biting your bottom lip for a second before leaning forward. Pressing a quick kiss to his covered lips. Then pulling back. You giggled for a moment, pointing at his lips. “You got a little something..”

Spider-Man laughed, his head tilting back for a second. His hand came to his lip, “Do I?” He pulled his hand in front of his eyes, looking at the slightly sticky substance. Lip gloss.

“It suits you.” You told him, “you should wear it more often.”

“Should I start now?”

“Oh shut up.” You said, pushing him away playfully. “Get outta’ my face.” You leaned back from the railing, leaning on your window and slowly pulling it up. Opening the window to your pink room.

“Only one kiss?—“

“Goodnight, Spider-Man.” You said, sliding into your room.

“Goodnight, gorgeous.”

You smiled.

Spider-Man quickly shot a web, swinging away. Yet, he couldn't help but think how different you were. You’re snarky and sassy, bubbly and intelligent. It was nice. Eren liked this side of you. Actually, no. He was dying to know more about you by the second.

You fell on top of your bed, grabbing onto one of your pillows. Placing your face into it and smiling. Butterflies swarmed your stomach, making you softly giggle. Why were you acting so… girly?

You reached for your sketchbook, grabbing a pencil and opening up the book. Flipping to a blank page, and placing your pencil on the paper. Sketching something out loosely.

Spider-Man.

His eyes specifically, you wanted to make them more expressive. If that was possible. You thought it was cute, how his eyes squinted when he smiled. You wanted to expand on that, except when he spoke. Rather than only when he smiled.

You jumped at the sound of your phone ‘buzzing!’ making you turn to the sound. You weren’t expecting a call from anyone. You picked up your phone, looking at the caller ID.

‘Harry’

You squished your eyebrows together, thinking for a second. Then, picking up the phone. “Y/n!” Harry exclaimed, “I’m so sorry for–”

“Leaving me?” You asked. You could feel your eyes widen for a second. Crap, I’m not talking to Spider-Man anymore.

It took him a second to respond. “Yeah.. Well, you can’t blame me! Survival of the fittest, right?”

You slowly took in a breath, holding it before responding. “Yeah, I totally get it Harry!” You told him, trying to bring your energy back. Yet, for some reason you couldn’t do it like before. It felt like… you were tired. “Don’t worry about it, babe.”

“Right,” Harry said, “You’re not mad right?” He slowly said, “Like I said, it wasn’t my fault.” There was some shuffling before he spoke again. “No, I need you to drive to Stark Apartments.”

Was someone driving him somewhere? You nodded, “Uh– Yes, Harry. I’m not mad, it’s totally fine.” You said, grabbing your pencil and continuing to draw. “I get it, I probably would have done the same thing.”

“Alright, that’s good to hear then.” Harry said, sighing out in relief. “Then, how about a reschedule?” He asked.

You opened your mouth, almost in shock. There was no way he was asking for a second date, not after he left you. You swallowed, “Uhm, yeah–” You caught a glimpse of the drawing in front of you. The person that you were drawing flashed through your head.

Spider-Man.

You thought for a second, remembering what Spider-Man had told you;

“I swear, I don’t know why I put myself through this.” You said, “I didn’t even want to go on a date with Harry, I just said yes to be nice.”

“Then, say no.” He responded, “I can assure you, this probably wouldn’t have happened if you said no.” Also, Eren was salty…

Yet, you couldn’t help but smile back.

Spider-Man’s hand raised for a moment, only to return back to his side. “If you’re not comfortable with something, you don’t have to do it.”

You sighed, bringing the phone from your face and looking at the caller ID again. “So?.. I’m rescheduling?”

“No.” You said without thought. You surprised yourself with the fast reply, before quickly adding– “Thank… you.” You smiled to yourself, “I already have plans.”

“I didn’t even say the date–”

You ended the call before he could even finish his sentence, not interested whatsoever to go on another date with him. I mean, he literally left you for dead. On top of that, he was more worried about rescheduling a date rather than if you were okay. Not once did he ask you that. In fact, he didn’t even ask how you got home. More or less, if you got home.

Besides, whatever date he said you’d probably be busy. You scrolled through your phone, searching for a contact. Smiling to yourself once you found it.

‘Eren’

You wanted to spend some time with him.

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Location: Back to Eren’s Comfy Apartment…

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Eren –well– Spider-man couldn’t help but feel giddy. He finally got to speak to his long term crush! You! Eren finally found a way to talk to you without sounding like a complete idiot. It was nice. On top of that, he spoke to a completely different version of you. He felt.. different– special. He really liked it. It was like a secret only the two of you knew.

Today was just going his way.

Eren landed on his balcony, removing his mask. Taking in a deep breath. Before removing the rest of his suit. Glancing at himself in the mirror, seeing how much more built he became after all the swinging and fighting.

Eren grabbed some pajama pants, putting them on. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt, why would he? He was in the comfort of his house.

“What the fuck.”

Eren could feel his heart drop. Turning over his shoulder and peering at his best friend Armin sitting down on his bed.

There was a thick silence.

“You're the Spider-Man— from YouTube.” He said, his jaw on the floor.

“I’m not— I’m not!”

“Dude, you were— fucking!” Armin gestured to the roof, then to the suit. “There’s no covering this up.”

Eren felt his eyes widen, his hand coming over his face. “What the fuck are you doing here?!” He whisper shouted.

Armin shrugged quickly, his eyes bursting out of his head. “I don’t know?! I was trying to cheer you up because I heard Harry was on a date with Y/n and when I saw you weren’t here I was like–” He took a deep breath, “I should wait for him in his bed or something! He’s probably out drinking! Then, you come swinging in like a fucking spider– and you think I’m crazy?!” Armin whisper shouted back. “Here you are dressed like Spider-Man!”

Armin loudly –and dramatically– gasped. “Unless, you're the Spider-Man.”

Eren slapped his face. Smart but slow his best friend was. He looked back at Armin, “Okay, look–” he started, “You can’t tell anyone this because if Mr. Stark or Mr. Ackerman find out– they’ll kill me!”

Armin loudly –and dramatically– gasped, again. “Tony Stark made your suit?!” He asked, “Wait, do you think I could get a suit?!”

Eren groaned, turning his back to his friend and running his hand through his hair. Jesus Levi’s going to kill me.

“Wait, does this make you an Avenger?!” Armin quickly asked, smiling like an idiot.

Eren felt his pride swell, taking a step back and puffing up his chest. And, not going to lie, he was flexing a little. “Yeah, basically.” He answered.

Armin took a step back, practically tripping over his feet. Oh my god, he was going to pass out.

Eren quickly shot a web, catching his best friend. Armin looked at the web connected from his friend's wrist and his torso. “Dude, this is so fucking gross, and cool.”

Eren couldn’t help but be slightly offended. My power’s cool. Eren’s ears perked to the sound of knocking. Someone was knocking at his door.

Fuck me, god is really on my side today.

Eren quickly shot a web at his suit, bringing it to his hand and shoving it underneath the mattress of his bed. He glared at Armin, “You don’t say anything!” He strictly said, “You’re going to stay in this room and stay quiet.” Eren shot a web after his broken glasses and placed them on, then ruffled his hair.

“But–”

Eren pointed a finger at Armin, glaring at him. Armin just looked at the ground in defeat, hearing Eren shut the bedroom door behind him. Eren rushed to his front door, opening it for the person. He groggily added, “Hello?..” To the person, trying to make it seem like he just woke up. Or, he stayed up late studying.

To his surprise –and demise– it was Harry.

“Eren, good, you’re up.” Harry said, walking into the apartment uninvited. Eren could feel himself grow agitated.

How dare Harry go out with the girl he’d been dreaming of, then come to his place like he didn’t stab him in the back. How dare Harry lie to Eren’s face, then come to his house uninvited. This had to be a joke. “Yeah, I was just studying.” Eren told him, gritting his teeth. Keeping his hands clenched and strictly to his side. Like he was suppressing himself.

“Oh good.” Harry said, sitting down on Eren’s couch. “I was hoping you could do me a favor.” He flashed a charming smile in Eren’s direction.

Yeah, this has got to be a joke. “What do you need help with?” Eren questioned.

Harry leaned back, “Okay, you know that date I was going on today?” He said, looking at his watch for a second.

The one you lied to me about, yeah– I know. “Yeah.” Eren replied, “But, I don’t remember who it was with.” He said, leaning back on the front door. Locking it with his hand.

Harry noticed, “Uhm, yeah– that isn’t important.” He said, “But, I feel like I kinda ruined it.” He told Eren.

I mean, running away like a coward seems like a ‘you’ problem. Not much I can do to help. Eren thought.

Harry reached for his remote and turned on the TV. Turning it to a channel he enjoyed watching. “Any tips?” He nonchalantly asked.

“Who did you go on the date with?”

“Huh?” Harry looked at Eren.

“Who did you go on a date with?” Eren asked again, keeping his eyes on his ‘friend.’ For some reason, Harry felt cornered.

“It doesn't matter.” Harry muttered, his hand tightening around the remote.

“It doesn't?” Eren asked, “Then, you can tell me.”

“I– Uh..” he knows. Harry thought to himself.

“I– Uh.” Eren mocked, “You what? You can’t tell me?” He took a step in his direction. “You’ve been my friends for years now. Why can’t you tell me who the hell you were on a date with?” Eren seethed, his eyebrows furrowing.

Harry was silent. Before deeply inhaling and exhaling. “It seems you already know.” He calmly responded. It only pissed Eren off more.

“I know,” Eren said, “But, I want to hear you say it. I want you to hear what you did behind my back.” He said, smashing his hand on the wall behind him. Why am I so angry?

Harry thickly swallowed, his eyes moving to the hole Eren created. When did he get so strong? “I–” He started, “I went on a date with–” Harry paused, his phone ringing.

Actually– no. It wasn’t Harry’s phone ringing. It was Eren’s. Eren slowly pushed his hand off the wall, swiping off the debris and looking at the cut on it. A few drops of blood hitting the ground. Eren ignored it, reaching into his pocket and pulling up his phone. Looking at the caller ID.

‘Y/n’

Eren couldn’t help it, but he smiled. Pride filling his chest. You were calling him.

“Who is it?” Harry asked.

“It seems you already know.” Eren replied.

“Pick up.” Harry said plainly.

Eren’s finger slid over the screen. “That was the plan.”

“Speaker.” Harry grit.

Eren smiled cooly, “Of course.” he whispered, clicking the speaker button.

“Eren?” Your voice is so sweet, it sickens him. You’re so perfect. No wonder Harry wanted you.

“Yes, Y/n?” Eren forces. He was still struggling to speak with you, but found it easier over the phone. Also, he was trying to make a point. He was fucking pissed at Harry.

“Uhm, can I come over in a few days.” You asked, “I wanna’ check what I got on the project with you.” You said with a smile. “We can have a small celebration if we do good.”

If I did good. Eren thinks. “Sure, I like the sound of that.” He responds sweetly.

“Okay, totally.” You giggle.

Eren wanted to end the call there, yet he found himself asking you something. “How’d your date go?” His eyes moved to Harry experimentally. Trying to see his reaction. But, nothing, Harry looked indifferent.

The line went silent for a moment. “I’m sure Harry already told you, you two are like best friends after all.” You said with a giggle. “But, I don’t think we’re going on another one.. If that’s what you were wondering.” You told him. “Or, I don’t want to go on another one.”

Eren smiled, suppressing a cocky laugh bubbling in his throat. “Oh, alright.”

“We’re still on for the small celebration, right?” You asked.

“Of course.” Eren told you.

For some reason you wanted to see him sooner. You nod, even if he couldn’t see it. “Alright, I’ll see you soon, ‘Ren.” There was a smile in your voice, Eren could tell you were smiling.

So could Harry. Fuck he wanted to punch Eren.

You ended the line, making the room go silent.

Eren shoved his phone into his pocket, looking at Harry. He gestured his free hand in Harry’s direction, “As you were saying,” Eren said, “How’d you think the date went?” He smiled.

Harry grit his teeth. “Amazing.”

Eren nodded once, “You think so?” He said. Eren glared at Harry, “Now,” He started, trying to keep his voice calm and vocabulary clean. “Get the fuck out of my house.” Oops. So much for that.

“Don’t do this Eren.” Harry warned, “If you leave now, nothings stopping Oscorp from–”

“From what, Harry?” Eren barked, cutting Harry off. “You’re telling me you were stopping Oscorp from doing something shitty for my sake?”

“Yes!” Harry shouted back.

“Yeah, but you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting to fuck Y/n.” He yelled, “Right?! You couldn’t stop yourself from that!” Eren placed a hand to his face, taking in a deep breath. Trying to desperately calm down. He was acting so emotional. “Harry, you know how much I like Y/n, and you still went out with her.”

Harry went silent. Before he took a deep breath, “Well, you weren’t!” Harry shouted, “You’re telling me that if you had the chance, you would ask Y/n out?” Harry reasoned. “You can barely talk to her when she’s in your fucking apartment!” He shouted.

Now Eren went silent.

“Exactly.” Harry responded, “I’m not going to let you ruin something that could happen between me and her, because you fantasize about something that won’t happen.” Harry yelled, pushing himself off the couch. “You can’t actually believe someone like Y/n would date someone like you.”

“But, she’s willing to come to my house instead of going on a date with you?!” Eren said, trying to fathom the thought behind Harry’s logic. “It seems like she’s more willing to hook up with Jean then his pathetic and stuck up Brother—“

Harry slapped Eren. Then, he slapped him again.

Eren kept his face to the side, in utter shock. Harry just slapped him.

Eren’s best friend– of years, slapped him over a girl he took from him. Harry was acting like the victim in this. He was acting like Eren was in the wrong. Eren grit his teeth, “Did that make you feel better?” Eren asked, not bothering to look at Harry. “Taking the girl I’ve been talking to on a date, lying to me, then slapping me.” Twice.

Harry didn’t say anything. Just looked at his hand, it stung. He slapped Eren hard. He didn’t mean too— he just got hurt by what he said and— Fuck, I should apologize.

“Answer me!” Eren shouted. Harry flinched.

Harry ignored his heart, “Yes, it does.” He replied. Harry ran his fingers through his hair. “Fills up a part of me knowing that no matter what, you’re less than me.” Harry gestured to the apartment, “And, with all of this happening– I just needed a reminder.” That I’m still better than you.

I don’t mean that. I do. Harry could feel his head split.

Eren nodded his head, turning it back to Harry. “And, did you succeed?” He asked, “Because, from what I remember, Y/n’s coming to my house and leaving you in the dark.” Harry, scowled. Opening his mouth to speak when Eren cut him off. “Get the fuck out.” He calmly said, shoving Harry back from him. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

“Don’t do this Eren, you don’t know what you’re doing.” He slowly said, “What I’m protecting you from.”

Was Harry blackmailing Eren? “Protecting me?” Eren taunted, “What were you protecting me from?!” He said, placing a hand to his temple. This conversation was getting exhausting.

“Oscorp.” Harry quickly replied. An excuse.

“Right.” Eren said with a smile, “Blame it all on Oscorp.” He turned away licking his teeth, “You were trying to fuck Y/n, the girl I love, because of Oscorp.”

Harry tried putting a hand on Eren’s shoulder, only to have it harshly slapped away. “Don’t be like this, Eren.” Harry calmly said, “Don’t do this.”

Not only was Harry blackmailing Eren, he was also gaslighting him. Oh, and to be generous, Harry was also manipulating him. “Don’t do what?” Eren said, exasperated. “What the fuck did I do?” Eren asked, tears brimming his eyes. Eren couldn’t lie, this stung. “What did I do to you Harry? Huh? What the fuck did I do?!” What did I do to you? What did I do to deserve this?

I thought you were my friend Harry.

Harry felt that guilt rise again, but he hid it. “C’mon Eren, you can’t tell me this bothers you!” He said, “Besides, nothing is going to even happen now. There’s nothing to be mad about.”

Eren leaned back, “Harry..” he sighed, “Just get out.” He said in defeat, “I’m tired and done with this conversation.” He obviously doesn't understand what he did was wrong. No, he obviously does. Eren thought to himself.

“Eren, if I walk out this door– we’re done. And, there will be nothing stopping Oscorp from openly opposing Stark Industries.” He said, “You can’t be mad at me over something that isn’t my fault.” He argued. “This is your fault.” Eren said. “Now, get the fuck out.”

Harry bit the inside of his cheek, glaring at Eren. “Fine.” Fuck you, Yeager.

Eren watched as Harry walked for his front door, about to grab the handle when the whole room fell silent. Eren tried, he really did– but he couldn’t help the words from escaping his mouth.

“You’re just like Jean.”

And, Harry swung.

Eren quickly dodged it, tilting his head to the side and sweeping his leg to the side. Kicking Harry towards the door. Harry landed harshly against it, making Eren grimace. He didn’t mean to kick that hard.

Silence filled the room.

Harry lifted his hand to his face, feeling the inside of his lip. Blood. Harry looked back at Eren, placing his hand on the door handle and peeling it open. “Years of friendship, down the drain over something that wasn’t even my fault.” He told Eren.

Eren felt his eyebrows mush together in disgust. “You knew what the fuck you were doing, Harry.” There was no way Harry thought, in any way, he was the victim in this.

Harry took a step out of the apartment. “Fuck you, Eren.”

Fuck you too. “Y/n will do it for you.” And, Eren slammed the door behind him. Taking in a deep breath, keeping his eyes to the shadow of the door crack. Seeing Harry standing on the other side.

Harry didn’t move for a long time.

Eren didn’t move for a long time.

Until Harry was gone. Along with a part of Eren.

Armin came out of the room, having heard the entire conversation. Eren just took a brief glance in his direction, not bothered to say anything. There weren’t any words to be exchanged, just a silent cry into Armin’s shoulder. Eren just lost his best friend. Armin rubbed his back soothingly. Hugging him tightly.

Eren doesn't know what he’d do without Armin.

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Our Little Secret - Chapter 6 (End)

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: College AU, Spider-Man/Spider-Girl AU, Fluff, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut

Series Summary: Eren Jaeger, a 21-year-old virgin college student who loves his camera a little bit too much, has a crush on you. Every night, he switches on his camera and talks about you but he never could find the courage to speak to you in real life. Strangely enough, he finds it easy for him to befriend Spider-Girl, the crime fighting vigilante, not knowing that you both share the same identity.

Chapter Summary: Eren still can't believe that he just went on a date with the most popular girl in school and kissed the hottest superheroine in town all in one night. He tells himself that he has to make a decision—to choose between you and Spider-Girl, not knowing that you two are the same person. Well, maybe it's time for you to reveal your little secret.

Content Warnings: swearing, mentions of characters going through depression, traumatic past events, a little bit of smut near the end (not too explicit)

Word Count: 16k

Poster art by the most talented @rainbuniart on Twitter

Armin Arlert loves Eren Jaeger. He does. He really does, like in a platonic-but-can-also-be-qualified-as-super-gay-way-sometimes.

He adores him. Might even name his fictional son after him in the future, who knows? He thinks Eren is the best friend he could ever ask for. Armin wouldn’t put his life on the line to save him, true, (‘cause as much as he loves the guy, that bitch can die on his own since it will probably be because of his damn fault anyway), but he would definitely sacrifice his most precious body pillow if Eren’s life depends on it and that’s saying something. Actually, hold up. Let’s not make any hasty decisions here. It’s a special, limited edition dakimakura with his fictional wife printed on it while wearing a slutty maid outfit. He ain’t gonna throw those glorious 2D titties just for Eren’s lousy ass.

Though his actions may speak otherwise, Armin does care about him. More than he has ever cared about anyone else, really. Even on those days back in high school when he was a bit… bicurious, Armin had imagined himself—more than once (or ten)—being with Eren and how hot it would be if he had Eren all tied up on his bed with his body shrouded by wet tentacles that were stimulating each of his sensitive spots. He knew it was weird to imagine his best friend begging him with tears in his eyes, saying lewd things like “Please, Master Arlert, please give me your thick, hard cock and fill me up with your seeds. I want you to breed me like a fucking whore,” but Armin was an eighteen-year-old virgin with a raging sexual desire, okay? Can you really blame him? (yes, please blame him, he's insane).

It didn’t help that Eren looked so pretty with his hair down either, especially when he was sitting half-naked on Armin’s bedroom floor during those hot summer days with a popsicle stuck inside his mouth, making questionable groaning and sucking noises as he jammed his thumbs against his X-Box controller. It also didn’t help that Armin had watched too much hentai in his spare time but at least, he was proud of it. Eren watched tentacles porn too—and enjoyed it—but he would always pretend he didn’t and say that he preferred lesbian porn just so he could “fit in” and “be normal” or whatever. Fucking coward.

We’re getting sidetracked but the point is, Armin loves Eren to the moon and back, but sometimes, sometimes, he just wants to break all 206 bones in his body, squeeze him into a pulp and flush him down the toilet. And by sometimes, he means now.

“Armin!” He can hear the sounds of small rocks hitting his window, followed by Eren’s husky voice calling his name in a mix between a shout and a whisper. “Armin! Dude, wake up!”

Armin only has one eye opened, glowering at the digital clock on his desk that shows it’s two in the fucking morning. His parents might be heavy sleepers—the government has to drop a nuclear bomb for them to wake up—but Armin needs complete silence to be able to wane into his dreamland (which would be the only place for him to be embraced by his fox-eared waifu). He tries to ignore the asshole standing outside his window, but that so-called green-eyed butthole is as stubborn as he is relentless.

Gathering a handful of pebbles, Eren throws them one by one, continuously hissing Armin’s name like a demonic cat. With each stone hitting his window, Armin transforms even further into a seething monster. By the sixteenth pebble Eren throws, the blonde-haired boy pushes himself off the bed, grabs the baseball bat he hides inside his closet—which he bought not for sport, but for this very reason—and stomps his way to the front door.

“Armin!” Eren rejoices when he sees his best friend walking past his lawn, moving toward him. “Oh, thank God, you’re awake! I need to talk to you—WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING TO DO WITH THAT BAT?!”

“I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, JAEGER!”

It’s always like this with them—Eren annoying the shit out of him and Armin trying to kill him two or three times in a row—but it would all end well, not with laughter, but with a massive bump on Eren’s head that may or may not be big enough to trigger permanent brain damage. But then again, Eren is already an idiot. He’s probably maxed out at this point.

“One of these days, Arlert,” Eren groans in pain, rubbing the back of his skull as he wills his tears to stop brimming in his eyes. “I’m gonna file a restraining order on you.”

“That’s my line, you nincompoop.”

“I don’t know what nincompoop means but that doesn't sound pretty.”

The two boys sit on the little stairs that lead to Armin’s porch (five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay). Armin still has his baseball bat between his legs, his golden hair all tousled from his one-hour sleep. Eren, who’s usually attentive to another person’s well-being, is too excited to pay attention to the bags forming under his eyes. Playfully bumping his shoulder against Armin’s, he asks him, “Dude, guess who just had his first kiss tonight?”

“Why do we strive for perfection if it is not attainable?” Armin says, dramatically sighing into the night. “What is the meaning of a good life? Is there a meaning in life itself? Are we human or are we dancers?”

Eren, now confused, has his smile wavering. “The hell are you talking about?”

“Oh, I thought we were just throwing out random questions.”

“That last one wasn’t even a question. That was `Are We Human’ by The Killers.”

“Yes and they were asking us whether we are human or dancers when they should have been asking: why can’t we be both?”

“It’s me,” Eren replies flatly. “I just had my first kiss.”

“Oh, wow, congratulations. I did not see that coming at all.” There’s no mirth or enthusiasm on Armin's face. He's just clapping his hands as he keeps his voice monotone. “Your lips aren’t a virgin anymore. Make sure they don’t turn into a whore.”

Eren, well-accustomed to his sarcasm, remains unfazed, continuously acting like the love-struck puppy that he is. “Aren’t you gonna ask me how it felt like?” He wiggles his eyebrows, showcasing a cheeky grin. “I’ll give you a clue. The word starts with an A and ends with a G.”

“Anal Rimming?”

Eren sends him a flat stare. “It’s amazing.”

“Sure, if you say so. I mean, I’ve never done anal or rimming before so I wouldn’t know, but hey, if it’s amazing then good for you, buddy.”

“I meant the kiss, Armin!”

This attitude Armin is throwing at him is his way of saying dude, I love you but I’m so fucking pissed at you right now, and Eren understands how much he’s being selfish for taking Armin’s precious sleeping time. He knows and he apologizes for it. But if he doesn’t tell Armin about the kiss—about how he’s both overjoyed and conflicted by it—he’s sure as hell he’s going to lose his mind.

Armin, despite how snarky he is, can only exhale exaggeratedly in defeat once Eren puts his best-kicked puppy look on display. “Fine, you twat. Spill.”

And with his permission, Eren’s words come rushing in like a bullet train. “Dude, it was insane.” Whenever he thinks about the kiss, the first thing Eren feels is joy. The kind of joy that is so fierce, it leaves him burned and paralyzed by it. “I’ve been imagining what my first kiss was gonna be like since forever but even the sweetest dream wouldn’t be able to compare to how amazing it was.”

Armin can see it—that glow on his face. It’s the first time he’s ever witnessed his best friend being this happy. It's disgusting. “You sound like that sappy Aerosmith song.”

“And to think that I was having my first kiss upside down!”

“Wait, what?” Armin finally shows a reaction, his eyebrows adjoined in the middle. “Upside-down?”

“Yeah, she was hanging upside down.”

“Hanging? How—why—” You know that Jackie Chan meme? The one with him looking all confused? Yeah, that’s Armin right now. “Where were you? In her room?”

“Umm… no. We were outside.”

“In public?”

“Yeah, but no one was around. Oh wait, there were like three guys around us but they were unconscious.”

The more he explains, the more perplexed Armin becomes. “Why were they—no, who were they?”

“Just some dudes wanting to steal my camera.” Eren turns sheepish, his index finger scratching his cheek at the memory of you fighting so gracefully under the rain, almost like dancing. The words he says don’t match his expression at all. “They had, like, a knife against my throat. It was really scary.”

“Oh yeah, I can tell, ‘cause you’re blushing so hard right now.” At this rate, being sarcastic is the only way for Armin to keep himself sane.

Eren, to Armin’s horror, giggles. “I remember the way she came by. It was so dramatic. She beat their asses to save my life like bam, kapoww, kapoww!”

Almost getting hit by Eren’s lame attempt at re-enacting your punches, Armin cringed, “Please stop.”

“We kinda flirted a little bit after that and I just, you know…” Eren has really turned into a thirteen-year-old girl at this point. “I kissed her. She was hanging upside down. There was rain pouring above our heads and we were, like, smiling into the kiss. It was so romantic.”

Fuck Jackie Chan. That meme needs to be reinvented using Armin’s face now. He’s more confused than any Chinese man could ever be. “Hold up, you fucker.” He pushes his eyeglasses up his nose, a pair of sapphire eyes scrutinizing Eren's face as if he could find the answer if he looks hard enough. “How and why was she hanging upside down?”

“Well, she was about to swing away when I stopped her and so she was hanging onto her web and—”

“Her web?” This dude makes absolutely no fucking sense! Armin is now picturing you (not Spider-Girl. You.) in your preppy girl outfit hanging upside down on a tree like a fucking monkey, exchanging tongues and saliva with an actual monkey who was twice your size. The result? Absolutely ludicrous. “Dude, what kind of kinky shit are you guys into?!”

And it’s only then that Eren remembers something. “Oh, no, you’re getting the wrong idea. I wasn’t talking about her. I kissed a different girl.”

“You kissed a diff—” Armin stops himself before he explodes. Taking a deep breath, exhaling with his eyes closed, he mutters under his voice, “Lord, give me strength.” When he blinks open his eyes again, Armin seems much calmer, although his grip around his baseball bat is tightening twice as hard. His fingers are just itching to smack the shit out of his best friend. Again.

Eren, scared for his life, has both hands in the air. “Calm down, Min.”

“I’m calm, I’m calm.” But he takes another deep breath just in case. Armin smiles—that kind of deadly smile that doesn’t reach his eyes—when he asks, “Let’s start from the beginning. You went on a date with Miss Popular.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“But you didn’t kiss her and instead you kissed someone else.”

Now that Armin phrases it like that, that feeling of remorse that Eren felt an hour ago comes back rushing in. Eren still loathes himself for kissing another girl right after his date with you ended but the thing is, it felt right. It felt like it was something he had been wishing to happen for years. He had spent all this time imagining what it would be like to share a chaste kiss under the rain with you—the college version of you. But when the moment was there, he couldn’t do it. It didn’t feel right. He felt guilt at that time, knowing that Spider-Girl kept showing up in his head when he was supposed to be thinking about you. But he didn't feel any of that when he shared those kisses with that alter ego of yours. He just felt joy. It felt amazing. It felt right.

But with Armin confronting him about it, he returns to the dilemma he was drowning himself in a few hours ago. The time when he realized that he was in love with Spider-Girl instead of you.

“Yeah,” Eren admits in shame, casting his gaze downward. “I kissed someone else.”

Armin fixes his glasses again, just so he’d have something to do instead of looking flabbergasted at the revelation. “And who did you kiss?”

“Umm… Spider-Girl.”

Armin looks at him and Eren looks back. Three seconds pass by in silence and then—

“AW!” Eren shouts in reflex, not caring if it’s two-thirty in the morning, right after Armin smacked him with the end of his baseball bat. “Dude, stop doing that! It hurts!”

“You’re fucking with me,” Armin says, hitting him repetitively on his side. “You’re absolutely fucking with me right now. Can’t believe I woke up to listen to you spouting bullshit!”

“I’m not bullshitting you!” Eren winces, trying to dodge his next attack.

“You’re saying you kissed one of the town's hottest superheroines? The same girl who took down the Lizard—no, the same girl who looks smoking hot in that white spandex—you kissed that girl?”

“Yes! Fuck—Stop hitting me!” Eren, at some point, manages to snatch away the bat from Armin’s grip. His body feels sore all over, even more than when he fought those men in the alley. “Yes, Armin, I kissed her.”

“Yeah,” Armin snorts. “And I just had some raunchy sex in the barn with Green Goblin. Expect his babies to pop out of my ass in nine months.”

The brunette rolls his eyes. “Look, Spider-Girl and I have been friends for weeks now. Here.” Eren retrieves his phone from his pocket, going through his gallery before he shows the selfie he took with you in your costume on the night you shared stories on the rooftop of St. Mark’s theater. You were both so close to each other, shoulders nearly squeezed together as you tried to fit your faces inside the frame. Eren had the biggest, gleeful grin, his skin seemingly tanner than usual next to your white mask and hoodie. Armin examines the picture with suspicious eyes, his gaze shifting back and forth from his friend’s face to his phone.

“Hmm, very convincing,” Armin comments. “Not sure where you found the skill to photoshop this shit so fast when it took you a week to choose a fucking filter for your Twitter PFP but okay. Assume that I believe you—I don’t,” he emphasizes. “But for the sake of our conversation, let’s just assume I do."

"Fine."

"So you kissed her.”

“Yeah.”

“Upside down in the rain?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“And how was it?”

“It was…” Eren’s cheeks sizzle at the memory. “They were… soft. Her lips, I mean. They were so soft and they tasted… sweet.”

Armin’s expression turns from suspicious to I’m-tired-of-your-shit-Jaeger in 0.2 seconds. “I was thinking more like it was bad because I’m sure she had rain clogging up her nose, ‘cause that would’ve sounded more realistic, but sure, let’s be corny.”

“Wait,” Eren blanches. “Do you think she was uncomfortable?” It’s stupid that he only realizes this now, but then again, what else is new?

“Yeah, well,” Armin shrugs. “Hanging upside down certainly didn’t seem like it was the best position to make out in, 'cause you have blood rushing to your head and all. And since it was raining, she definitely had water getting up her nose.”

“Oh my God,” Eren utters in horror, his hands going to his head. “Why didn’t I think about that?”

“Probably cause you were too busy sticking your tongue down her throat.”

Eren has no consistency in managing his emotions because at one point he was panicking, and now, he’s back to giggling like a schoolgirl. “Yeah, we used tongue a few times. It was so exciting.”

“Give me back my bat. I’m gonna kill myself with it.”

But jokes aside, the question remains. How could Eren, who has zero games in dating as far as Armin knows, kiss another girl—and not just another girl, Spider-Girl—right after he went on a date with one of his campus’ most popular girls? Even the sentence sounds bizarre and he hasn’t spoken them out loud. Most importantly, though, why? Why did Eren do it? “I thought you were in love with her,” Armin says. “Miss Popular, I mean. You spent the entire summer jerking off to that one picture of her wearing that short skirt and now you’re saying you like some other girl whose face you don’t even know?”

“Did you have to phrase it like that?” Eren mumbles in shame though he can’t deny the fact that he did spend—well, not the entire summer, the entire two weeks, probably—masturbating to the thoughts of you. It wasn’t the proudest moment in his life, but in his defense, that skirt you wore looked super cute on you. “I know, I fucked up,” he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’m the worst.”

“How did this even happen?”

Eren tells him everything, and the more details he reveals, the harder he drowns in his guilt. He feels like he just betrayed and disrespected you—both you and Spider-Girl and it hurts him terribly because he still can’t decide between the two of you. He’s so conflicted he feels like he’s about to vomit his insides.

“It’s so weird, you know?” Eren says. “At the end of the date, I was sure she wanted me to kiss her. I mean, like, the moment was there. We both felt it, and I wanted to do it but I… I kept thinking about Spider-Girl and it just felt… wrong. I didn’t want our first kiss to go that way—me kissing a girl while thinking about another girl. It wouldn’t be fair to her.”

“Should’ve just kissed her, in my opinion,” Armin counters. “If you had done it, it would’ve been easier for you to make sure of your feelings now.”

“But that would’ve made me the biggest asshole in the world.”

“You are the biggest asshole in the world. But yeah, probably. Did it feel right when you kissed Spider-Girl?”

Though the remorse on Eren’s face still stands vividly, some of it morphs into delight at the memory. “Yes, it was,” he admits. “It felt like… something I should’ve done weeks ago, you know? Like, why didn’t I realize sooner that I’m in love with her kind of feeling. And I keep thinking about everything—about my feelings toward Spider-Girl and my feelings toward her and it’s stressing me out. Do you think a man can be in love with two girls at the same time?”

“You’re talking to a guy who has, like, seven different waifus. Of course, you can,” Armin snorts. “The problem is, unlike my wives who don’t know I exist, you have to choose. Unless you want to continue being a gigantic fucking asshole for the rest of your life, you need to decide who you want to be with.”

“I know...” Eren starts chewing on the inside of his cheek. It feels like he has a storm raging inside him. “I think I’m in love with Spider-Girl because I feel like… I know her better. I mean, I’ve been spending more time with her, so she feels more like a person to me. More… You know, real.”

Armin nods. “But when you went on a date with Miss Popular, did you enjoy it?”

“I did.” His answer is immediate. “More than I expected I would. She was so nice and funny and she… She gave me a scarf ‘cause she thought I was cold. She was so caring. She was great.”

“What if her personality is just as attractive as Spider-Girl’s then?” Armin provides a new perspective—a genuinely good one, which is rare considering how big of a pervert he is. “I feel like you just need some time to get to know her better.”

“Yeah, but how can I do that if I keep thinking about Spider-Girl? What if every time I see her, all I do is compare her traits to hers? It’s not fair.”

“Okay, let me ask you this,” Armin sighs loudly into the air. “Can you really see yourself dating a superhero? You don’t even know her real identity or what she looks like. What if she’s ugly?”

“I don’t care how she looks.” Determination stands thick in Eren’s voice. “It’s her—” He clears his throat, his face turning scarlet. “I-it’s her heart that I love.”

“Oh my God, I’m gonna throw up on you.”

“I mean like her mannerisms!” Eren hastily adds when Armin threatens to jam a finger inside his own mouth. “Her attitudes, the way she talks, the way she thinks, and the stuff we talk about—that’s what I care about the most. She’s my best friend.”

“Excuse me?” Armin repeats, offended, picking up his weapon.

“A-after you, of course.”

“That’s right, bitch.” He drops his baseball bat back to the ground. “Okay, fine, you don’t care if she’s ugly. Not my problem. But does she like you?”

“I think so? I mean, she kept asking me to kiss her again. You don’t do something like that with someone you don’t like, right?”

“Yeah, well, strangers fuck at nightclubs all the time. I won’t think too much over a kiss.”

The pretty shade of red that paints Eren’s face turns pale by the second. “You don’t think she likes me?”

“I do, but is it enough for her to want to date you?” Armin lands a hand on the other man’s shoulder, giving him his best sympathetic look. “I wouldn’t be so sure, man. Look, I’m not trying to sound like a douchebag for crushing your R-rated dream so early like this but you’re my friend and you need a reality check so here it goes. She’s a superhero. Okay? She’s busy. She doesn’t have time to play tonsil hockey with nerds like us. Plus, if she cares about you then maybe she won’t date you ‘cause you’ve seen what happened to Mary Jane, right? That chick got taken hostage at least once a week these days, ’cause of what?”

“Umm… Cause she’s dating Peter Parker?”

“That’s absolutely right, you nincompoop.”

“Like I said, I don’t know what nincompoop means.”

“At this point, MJ doesn’t even scream anymore when she has a gun pointed at her head. She’s just like—” Armin pretends he has his smartphone between his hands, his thumbs moving to type something. He keeps his face blank and his voice monotone, talking in an exaggerated New York accent. “‘Oh no, please, don’t hurt me, I’m scareeeed. Hashtag SpideyDrama, hashtag Spidey-MJLoveStory. Take a cute selfie with my kidnapper—” He pretends to take a picture, puckering his lips while forming a peace sign with his two fingers. “—aaaand post.’”

Under different circumstances, Eren would have laughed. Armin’s impression of her was spot on. “Yeah, but that’s because everyone knows that Peter is Spider-Man. No one knows who Spider-Girl is.”

“Yes, but if you keep making out with her in public, they’ll know about you, and then what? You want to start doing your own TikTok trend? Hashtag PrayforErenJaegerTheNewDamselinDistress?” Eren parts his lips to answer but he’s stopped by two hands squeezing him by the shoulders. “Look. Just give Miss Popular another try, okay? It’s easier to be with her than being with Miss Vigilante, I promise you. Plus, Spider-Girl knows how you feel about her, right? Don’t you think it would make you sound like a player if you talked like a lovesick fool about another girl, but then you confessed to her three days later?”

Again, it’s absolutely ridiculous that Eren just realized this now. “You’re right,” he utters in horror. “Holy shit, you’re right.”

“Of course, I am.” Armin scoffs, tossing back his imaginary long hair over his shoulder. “Forget about Spider-Girl for now. Give it a week or two to sort out your feelings. Or focus on something else, like jerk off to your favorite tentacle porn or something. If you still feel like you can’t move on from her then, we’ll go to Plan B.”

“W-what is that?”

Armin retrieves his bat. “Me, beating the shit out of you until you suffer from a massive concussion and forget about this whole thing.”

“Yeah, why don’t we just stick to Plan A for now, thanks. But no tentacle porn.”

"Pfft, whatever, your loss."

***

You have never—never—felt like you were floating in the clouds after sharing a kiss with a boy, and yet there you are, climbing through your window with the biggest dopey smile on your face. You take off your mask, throwing yourself on your bed with the longest, most blissful, content sigh you’ve ever heaved in your life.

You have two fingers tracing over the seam of your lips, your skin somehow still tingles whenever the memory of that kiss resurfaces. The sweet, pleasant taste of his mouth still lingers near. The soft texture of his lips is the best thing you’ve ever felt against your own.

“Eren…” His name drifts past your lips and you find yourself giggling, turning over to your stomach before you let out a high-pitched scream against your pillow. It felt like a first love’s kiss and perhaps it was since he is your first love, isn’t he? You haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. Every cell in your body seems to scream I love him, I love him, I love him every time his smile appears behind your closed lids. It feels like you’re thirteen again, just a lovesick girl whose fingers are itching to pour every emotion you felt into your journal.

Dear diary, I’m in love.

You didn’t think your first kiss with him would be like that, but it was ten times better. No, a million times better, even if you did have rain clogging up your nose at some point. Eren was so… passionate, you think to yourself as you feel your stomach flipping at the memory of his lips melding against yours. You may be a virgin, but unlike him, you have experienced many first kisses before and none of them was this memorable. None of them managed to awaken the butterflies in your stomach as his kisses did. And none of those boys tasted as good as he was.

“I am down so bad,” you sigh as you hug your pillow close to your chest, a dreamy smile sketched upon your lips. I can’t wait for tomorrow to come. I want to see him. I want to be with him again.

With that thought in mind, you begin to create your diabolical plan to reveal your true identity to him. As cute as he was looking all conflicted from falling in love with both you and Spider-Girl, you decide not to torture him even longer. It’s unbelievable, the amount of elation you felt the moment you realized that he’s fallen for Spider-Girl. It’s clear proof that he wasn’t just attracted to your looks, but your personality too. It puts you at ease, knowing that he keeps catching feelings no matter what persona you’re putting in front of him. He fell for you when you were just an innocent little girl who couldn’t do anything but fangirl over Wonder Woman all day. He fell for you when he saw you stepping onto the podium to accept your science medal, blinding everyone with your perfect smile. And he fell for Spider-Girl, your alter ego that embodied your true personality.

I wonder how you would react when you find out that I’m all those three?

“Maybe I should step up my game,” you mumble to yourself. “Maybe I should be a little…”

The corners of your mouth curve up. Your smirk is just straight-up evil at this point. Hell, even Norman Osborn didn’t look this wicked when he turned into Green Goblin.

“Aggressive.”

***

When Eren told his brother, Zeke Jaeger, that he wanted to borrow his motorcycle to pick up a girl this morning, his brother was on the floor. Literally on the floor.

Zeke was skeptical at first, snorting loudly as he muttered, “Pfft. As if you could get a girl to notice you. Bet my ass you’re just being delusional.” But then Eren, heaving the biggest sigh, raised his phone in the air, flashed his wallpaper—that one picture you took on your date with you smiling as you kissed his cheek—on his brother’s face and Zeke collapsed to his knees.

“Oh my God.” Zeke landed both palms on the parquet, eyes shaking in horror. “Oh my fucking God.”

Eren, who was accustomed to his brother’s dramatic antics, simply shrugged when his aunt Dina looked at them funny. “He’s having a moment,” he explained and Dina just returned to her cooking, not wanting to deal with any of that.

It usually took Zeke a while to get back on his feet—literally—when he was having an episode like that. Eren simply waited with his back leaning against the wall, checking his watch with boredom written in his eyes. “Try and make it quick. I got a date.”

“I can’t believe you found yourself a girl before me,” Zeke sobbed. “I thought it was Armin dressing up as a girl again—"

“We’re over that phase now.”

“—but no, she’s actually a cute fucking chick. Probably has massive badonkers too.”

“Please don’t say that.” Great, now I can’t stop thinking about it too, Eren adds inwardly, face flushed. What if she… does have massive badonkers—I mean, tits—I mean, breasts. He shakes his head. Eren, you idiot. Who cares if she has huge boobs or not. Flat, or huge, those are still great tits—no, stop thinking about her tits!

“Fuck, what if it’s true?” Zeke looked up to his brother from below, like a tortured servant to his sadistic master. “What if she’s packing some dobonhonkeros? Like, massive dohoonkabhankoloos, ya know what I mean? Big old tonhongerekoogers—”

“Language, Zeke,” Dina chimes in from the kitchen. “I don’t understand what you’re saying but I know they’re filthy words so stop it.”

Eren, in the meantime, is conflicted between not thinking about your breasts or smacking the shit out of his brother. “You’re being disrespectful, stop it.”

“GOD, I WANT A GIRLFRIEND—”

“JUST GIVE ME THE GODDAMN KEYS!”

Zeke, almost with tears painting his eyes, handed them over to him. “Once you’re finished with it, do me a favor and just run me over. I don’t have the dignity to keep on living anymore.”

“Will do,” Eren said—promised—as he threw a black leather jacket on top of his white shirt. “I’ll be back in two hours,” he informed his aunt. “We’re just gonna study in my room after that.”

“Studying each other’s bodies?” Zeke uttered with jealousy coating his tongue. “Gross.”

“Statistics, actually.” Eren planted a small peck on Dina's cheek. “See you, Aunt Dina.”

“Bye, love,” Dina chuckled, seemingly proud that her nephew—one that she regarded as her own child, unlike the other one—was old enough to bring a pretty girl home with him. “Make sure to bring her something. Us girls love gifts.”

“Okay.”

“And buy some condoms on your way home.”

Eren nearly tripped over his feet. “I-it’s not like that!”

Zeke was lying flat on the floor at this point, like a stabbed victim on a crime scene, only in his case, the knife was invisible and he was bleeding tears from his eyes. “When can I get myself some bonkhonagahoogs…”

“Please kick him out before I get home,” Eren said.

“Trust me, darling,” Dina sighed. “I've been trying to do that since day one.”

“Guys, I’m literally right here.”

“Shut up, Zeke.”

***

Eren is just as jittery as he was during his first date with you, only this time, it’s ten times worse as he keeps thinking about Spider-Girl no matter how much he tries not to. The guilt he felt over the kiss sticks permanently in his mind, and it feels like he just committed adultery with a church elder or something when he isn’t even in a relationship with you—any version of you. But even so, he tries to stick close to his plan. He has promised to spend some time studying for finals with you, and he intends to give his full attention to you and no one else. Since he’d brought you a bouquet yesterday, he decided to buy you homemade chocolate truffles from this cute candy store downtown, one that Dina claimed to be the best one in the world.

He arrives two hours early at your ballet studio, feeling so nervous to see you again that he feels like the whole world is spinning too fast before him. He’s waiting outside in the parking lot, leaning against Zeke’s all-black Royal Enfield Classic 350 with his phone in one hand and his head on the clouds.

What am I going to say to her? Can I even act normally around her? What if she—

“Eren.”

“Fuck!” The boy jumps on his feet, almost losing his grip on his phone from how startled he is. He spins his head around to the side, spotting you standing close with your gym bag slinging on one shoulder. His shock-filled eyes quickly traverse down your body, taking in the sight of you dressed casually in your fitted black tank top and white track jacket. “W-why are you not wearing your tutus?”

Out of all the things he could’ve said, of course, that’s the first thing that comes out of his mouth. “Because I’m still outside and my practice isn’t going to start for another ten minutes?” You reply with a hint of teasing in your voice. “You look handsome today, by the way. I always think you look hotter wearing a leather jacket instead of a hoodie. Not that I don’t like it, though. Hoodies make you look cute.”

This is an ambush, Eren thinks. You, casually throwing your compliment at him as if it’s nothing, feel like a fucking ambush to him. “I—Umm—You look—You look cute too.”

“Thank you,” you titter. “I can’t believe you arrived here before me.”

“Oh... Y-yeah.” It suddenly feels like it’s twenty degrees hotter for him. “I guess I was a little early.”

“As always,” you toss him a smile—the one that has the perfect amount of beauty and shyness that makes his heart swell in his chest. “You’re not planning to wait out here for two hours, are you?” When Eren has no answer to give, you chuckle. “Gosh, you are too cute. Come here.”

“Huh?”

“You can wait inside.” It’s so natural the way you tangle your hand around his even when you can feel your own heart palpitating. “It’s warmer there.”

Eren, with his cheeks turning scarlet, follows after you. “Is—is it really okay?”

“Well, no. Usually, we don’t allow strangers to watch our rehearsals.”

“Then, why—”

“Relax, Ren.” You hurl a wink at him. “Petra—my instructor—is a close friend of my mother. I’ll just tell her you’re my boyfriend and she’ll make an exception for me.”

Three things left him dumbfounded. The first one is clearly the fact that you just called him your boyfriend. Second, it’s that naughty, naughty wink you threw at him, one that matches your cute little devilish grin. But none of those were as surprising as the way you called him with that nickname.

Ren.

You’ve never called him that before, have you? But Spider-Girl called him Ren all the time, which is why to his ears, it sounds so familiar. The way you said it. The way your voice sounded when you did. Even if his mind tries to deny it, his heart still pounds. It feels so strange for this to just be a coincidence but you don’t give him a chance to think about it long.

“I’m gonna go change into my tutus, okay?” You tease him once you enter the studio, chuckling at your own words. “You can sit at the back. Try not to stare at the other girls as you wait.”

He knows he’s dumb but today he just feels ten times dumber and it shows. “W-why not?”

“Well, obviously, because you’re pretending to be my boyfriend today.” You reach out a hand to fix the collar of his jacket, watching him flinch at the way your fingers brush against his collarbone. “And also…” You look up at him, turning your voice into a breathy whisper as you feign a pout. “I don’t like seeing you look at other girls. I want you to look at me.” You take a hold of his key-shaped pendant, twisting your fingers around his necklace. “Only me.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. If there was steam coming out of his ears, Eren wouldn’t be surprised. He does feel like his face is about to explode. “I-I’ve only been looking at you.”

“You sure?” Your tongue peeks out to wet your lower lip and Eren swallows at the sight. “You seemed so… distracted last night. You weren't thinking about some other girl, were you?”

He’s staring at your lips. He’s definitely staring at your lips. Oh my God, her lips. “I—I didn't—I wasn’t—” He’s panicking. He’s already having a hard time trying to stay alive from your attack. You really didn’t need to bring back Spider-Girl into his head, but you did and that’s why you fit more as a supervillain instead of a hero.

Eren can practically taste the minty scent of your breath from how close you are when you grin at him. “I’m kidding,” you giggle, patting his cheek and giving him back his space. “You look like you’re about to pass out. You okay over there, big boy?”

“Yeah…” Just feeling like I’m having a cardiac arrest but I’m fine. “Good luck with your dancing—your practice. Break an arm.”

God, he’s an idiot, I love him. Refraining yourself from laughing, you stand on your toes and grant him a soft kiss on his cheek. “It’s break a leg, dummy,” you whisper in his ear, your smirk brushing against his earlobe. His face is practically in flames when you turn on your heels, tossing him one last smile before you disappear inside the changing room.

The rehearsal starts on time and there you are, walking back into the studio dressed in pink seamed ballet tights, a black halter-neck leotard, and a pair of beige pointe shoes. Your outfit, the way the fabric hugs your body tightly, leaves no room for his imagination to wander. It’s so unfair that you look both adorable and effortlessly sexy at the same time. Eren doesn’t know whether he wants to say, “You’re so cute, I want to squeeze your cheeks!” or “You’re so hot, I wanna clap those cheeks.” He wants to do both, honestly, but he’ll need to rephrase that last line if he wants to be, ehem, respectful.

He can see your back muscles contracting as you perform, your skin glistening under the light, coated by a thin layer of sweat that somehow only makes you look more erotic. He hates the way his mind thinks, so he tries to focus on your movements instead. Every posture you strike is as graceful as it is beautiful and Eren has to remind himself to blink before his eyes fall out of his sockets from staring too long.

You try to concentrate as much as you can on the instructions Petra gives you but every time you see your reflection in the mirror, you also notice the way his eyes are entranced with every gesture you make. He’s staring at you like you’re the only girl in the room—the only girl in the world, even. As much as it pleases you to be the center of his attention, it’s also harder for you to focus on your steps. You just can’t wait for your practice to end.

Eren is so captivated by everything you do, and if he had brought his camera with him, he would’ve taken every bit of your expression. He wishes he could record everything. The way your body moves… Even the slightest lift of your finger is fascinating to him. At this moment, all thoughts about Spider-Girl vanish away from his mind. It feels like he’s falling for you all over again, his heart throbbing like on that day when he saw you on campus for the first time. You’re so pretty. So, so pretty that you leave him breathless.

“Hey,” you greet him again once your rehearsal has ended. “Sorry you had to wait long.” You’re dabbing a towel against the side of your face, gathering your belongings in your arms as the other students are making their way to the changing room without you. “I’m all sweaty so I’m just gonna go take a shower real quick. Is that okay?”

Eren can see a bead of sweat running down the side of your face, disappearing right between your cleavage. It’s the most pornographic thing he’s ever seen and this comes from the man who spent the whole summer watching questionable porn clips with Armin. It also doesn’t help that Zeke’s face keeps appearing in his mind, whispering to him, “Bro, look at those badonkers,” and no, Eren doesn’t want to look at your badonk—breasts. It’s very inappropriate, and you deserve to be respected.

Fucking monke. Eren is going to run him over for real after this.

“Eren? You okay there?”

He coughs once, trying to focus on your face instead of your, in Zeke’s words, dohoonkabhankoloos. “Yes, I—uhh… I’ll just go wait outside, okay?”

“Okay.”

You’re not sure what you’re expecting but when Eren walks away without saying anything about your performance, you feel a sliver of disappointment growing inside you. Keeping your thoughts to yourself, you tighten your grip around your bag and pivot on your heels.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” Eren says, stopping you in your tracks. You turn around, facing him with a questioning brow. The boy smiles at you, doing it so beautifully, so delicately, so lovingly that you feel like you can fight the whole world just to protect that smile. “You look so beautiful when you dance,” he says, his eyes gleaming in the adoration he holds for you. “So graceful, you’re like, uhh… Like an angel.”

It’s corny. It’s corny and cliche, and embarrassing, and you love it. If anyone else had said it, it would’ve sounded like the cringiest pick-up line, but not him. Eren said it like a confession as if he truly felt that way and he had to tell you the truth no matter what. He doesn’t intend to sound corny, of course, but what can he do? You did look like an angel in his head. But now that he’s hearing the words out loud, he can’t help but feel mortified by them. “S-sorry,” he blushes. “I didn’t mean to sound so… lame.”

“No, it’s fine.” You could feel a pleasant warmth pooling inside your stomach. “Thank you.” You smile back at him, a bit timidly but as beautiful as always. “Will you… come and watch my recital next time? It’s not until three months from now, but—”

“Of course!” His eyes light up in excitement, his voice loud enough to make three people turn their heads at the sound. “Of course, I would love to! Can I bring my camera with me?”

You almost laugh. He reminds you of that little Siberian husky he owns, the way she looked so excited as she ran down the street, chasing a hummingbird. “Yes. Yes, you can.”

***

There are a lot of things Eren is grateful for in his life. He’s thankful that he has his Aunt Dina taking care of him and his brother after his parents passed away. He’s thankful that he has Zeke, no matter how obnoxious he is, for always lending him his credit card whenever Eren is in desperate need of money (involuntarily, true, but let’s not get into details). He’s thankful that he has Armin in his life to knock some sense back into him, both literally and figuratively speaking. And of course, he’s thankful that he met you—every version of you, though he hasn't noticed yet. But today… Today he doesn’t direct his gratitude to his Lord. Today, he wants to thank whoever it was who decided that motorcycles should have these super cramped seats because holy shit, they’re doing God’s work.

“I’m sorry for holding onto you like this,” you say with your hands tangled around his waist, a little bit embarrassed with how close you are to him. The motorcycle itself is designed to be a two-seater, but apparently, comfort for the pillion has not been a priority—which is a good thing for Eren because you don’t have other options left but to have your front all squeezed against his spine to fit in.

“Umm…” Eren swallows and he swallows hard. You’re wearing his leather jacket above your clothes and yet he can still feel the way your breasts—oh my God, they’re so soft—are pressed against his back. Maintaining his eyes on the road, he tries to focus on his surroundings as best as he can. “I-it’s okay.”

“Are you sure you’re not cold? You can take back your jacket if you want. I can just use mine.”

“No, it’s fine. Yours is too thin.” He refrains himself from sniffling because damn it, it is cold. He should’ve thought of bringing a spare jacket for you, but no, of course, being the idiot that he was, he didn’t. “Don’t worry about it. My house isn’t far from here.”

“Okay.” Despite his reassurance, you still have your eyebrows knitted in concern as you can still feel him shivering from the cold. As a way to warm him up—which is only an excuse for you to touch him even more, and to continue with your diabolical plan—you embrace him from behind, tightening your arms around him just a little bit harder.

Fuck, Eren thinks, face flushed. You’re plastered against him like a conjoined twin and he can feel your warmth seeping through his shirt. It’s a wonder that he’s still able to maintain his grip on his vehicle. “W-what are you doing?”

“Umm… Making you feel warm?” You reply sheepishly which drives him insane. You’re already so beautiful and sexy in his head, now you get to be so innocently adorable too?

Eren only responds with a little "Oh..." because that’s the only thing his pea-brain can manage to form with all this blood rushing to his head. God, you wish you could steal a glimpse of his face. What kind of expression does he have right now? He must look so cute.

He’s dying, that’s how he looks. Probably about to combust into flames too. Why are they so sooooft, Eren wants to whine, feeling your chest pushed up against his back even more. Is this the kind of sweet torture people talk about? The kind that makes you feel like you’re both in heaven and hell at the same time? It certainly feels like one.

“Sorry, Ren…” Noticing the way his body is tensing, you loosen up your hold. “Am I making you feel uncomfortable?”

“No!” Eren takes off his left hand from the steering wheel and snatches yours back before you can retrieve it. He keeps it in place, pressing your splayed fingers tight against his stomach until you can feel the shape of his abdomens underneath the thin layer of his white shirt.

“I’m not uncomfortable,” he says, his voice subdued by the wind. You fail to notice the way he stutters his words. “Hold on tight so you won’t fall."

When he’s only driving twenty miles per hour because of traffic ahead, even if you did fall, you would only get a scratch on your palm at most but neither of you cares. You both know it’s just an excuse anyway. "Okay."

"And also, uhh…” Eren is glad he has his helmet on to conceal his face. “It’s… warm. You, I mean. You're so warm.”

“I'm glad I am,” you giggle, winding your arm around him again, even going as far as resting your chin on his shoulder. Feeling a bit naughty, you lower your pitch, seduction ringing in his ears. “Kinda wish we were alone in your room right now,” you purr, your fingers hovering dangerously close above the hem of his jeans. “I know something else we can do to warm you up.”

That’s it. That’s the final string. Eren’s concentration breaks and he’s easily startled by the car driving past him on his right. Veering his vehicle immediately to the side, he nearly collides with the motorcycle on his left.

“WATCH IT, JACKASS!”

“Sorry,” Eren mutters in chagrin, while you’re cackling like a witch behind him. From his bar-end mirror, you can see how he childishly pouts at your laughter. “Why are you laughing—that wasn’t funny!”

“It was a bit funny,” you sneer. “You panicked like a girl.”

“Well, you were saying some nasty things to me!”

“What nasty things?”

“Y-you said you were going to do something else to warm me up.”

“Yes, I was speaking about making some hot chocolate for you. What were you thinking about?”

He opens his mouth, closes it, and repeats these two actions three times more before he gives up and grouses, “Oh, shut up.” Eren spends the rest of his drive pretending to be upset about it, even when you can tell he’s having the hardest time masking his smile. He can’t do it for long since your giggle is infectious.

“You seem happy,” he comments, mirroring the joy on your face.

“That’s because I am,” you reply, snuggling close. “I feel like I’m the happiest when I’m with you.”

Oh, for fuck's sake. “Don’t make me crash our bike into another car, I swear to God—”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!”

When the laughter has receded, Eren shares stories about Dina and Zeke, the two family members he loves dearly—well, he loves Dina, Zeke can go to hell (affectionately)—and how they are very excited to meet you today. But the second you arrive at his house, no one comes to answer the door.

“Weird,” Eren mutters as he walks past the entrance, dropping the keys on the counter. “I thought they’d be—” He stops short when he notices a piece of paper lying on the coffee table. With a frown, he picks it up and runs his eyes across Dina’s neat handwriting.

Zeke and I are going shopping to give you kids some time alone. We’ll eat outside too so we won’t be back until nine. Remember to use protection ;) - Love, Dina.

Eren, too busy trying to understand what the fuck is going on, doesn’t notice the way you’re standing on your toes, trying to steal a peek at the paper from behind his shoulder. Unlike him who needs a whole minute to process her words, it only takes two seconds for you to finish reading the whole thing.

Eren shrieks at your presence, crumples the paper with both hands, tosses it inside the trash bin, and hopes the whole thing gets swallowed by hellfire. “You—You didn’t read that, did you?” It feels like he has his heart throbbing in his throat.

“Read what?” You play dumb, even tilting your head to the side for a cute, dramatic effect.

“Nothing,” he says, and when you arch your eyebrow at him, he spins you around, placing both hands on your shoulder as he guides you down the hallway. “Let’s just go to my room. Go, go, go, go, go.”

“Wait.” You stop him with one hand in the air, putting on your best solemn face. “Have you brought protection with you?”

“OH MY GOD, GO!”

***

Things aren’t going as smoothly as Eren had planned. Actually, nothing went as planned. For all he knew, all he had been doing was just turning red like a fucking tomato for the whole two hours he had spent with you, and you teasing the shit out of him. And it doesn’t seem like you’re going to stop anytime soon!

Is she planning to kill me? He sighs as he opens the door that leads to his bedroom, welcoming you in. She wasn’t like this yesterday. Now, don’t get him wrong. Eren loves how aggressive you’re being—he hasn’t unlocked his kink yet, but he’s secretly a sub who longs to be dominated by his women, both in bed and in real life—but with how smooth you’re going right now, constantly flirting with him as if it would kill you if you didn’t make him blush every ten minutes, this is getting so bad for his heart.

And it doesn’t help that he’s now alone with you in an empty house for the next—he takes a glimpse at his phone screen to check on the time—three hours and twelve minutes. His thoughts are going insane. From Dina’s message to the image of you in your skin-tight leotard, and of course, the way you embraced him on the ride home too. You’ve been giving him signs that you like him. You’re more honest and blatant compared to how you behaved during your date, and as much as he is certain that Spider-Girl is the woman he’s in love with, he can’t deny that he has feelings for you too. And the way you’re looking at him right now, sitting on the edge of his bed in your cute little red dress and your cute little matching headband with your smile never faltering away from your lips—everything about you right now is so… titillating.

“You’re such a dirty boy,” you smirk.

Eren nearly collapses. “W-what?” What the hell is happening? She can hear my thoughts now? WHAT IS GOING ON?! “What do you—I’m not—I don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I said you’re a dirty boy.” Your salacious smirk turns into a mischievous grin. “As in your room is a mess.”

“Oh!” He laughs once in relief, his hand coming up to wipe cold sweat off his forehead. “Oh, you were talking about my room, thank God.” Wait. He panics again, eyes moving back and forth from one corner to another, scanning his room. He’s sure that he’s cleaned up everything he could this morning, and by cleaning up, he means picking everything off the floor, jamming them inside his closet, and pretending that they don’t exist. Everything seems to be in order. There are no clutters on his computer desk. No laundry on the floor. Sure, the books on his shelf are in disarray, but at least they’re not too dusty. “It looks clean to me, though.”

“On the outside, sure,” you titter. “But your wardrobe looks like it’s seconds away from exploding. I don’t need to take a peek inside to know that you have dirty clothes and questionable things stored there.”

“I don’t have… q-questionable things,” Eren says very unconvincingly. Poor boy can’t lie to save his life. Unable to stand the way you narrow your eyes suspiciously at him, he sighs in defeat, “Well, it depends on how you define questionable.”

“Playboy magazines?”

“Nope.” Why should I buy one when I can just see naked girls for free on PornHub?

“Erotic novels?”

“No.” Ha ha, too bad. You were close, though, cause instead of erotic novels, I read—

“Erotic mangas, then?”

Fuck. “N-no,” he coughs out.

You wait for him, watching him with the nastiest grin you could muster until he gives up on his lies. “All right, all right, you got me,” Eren says, rolling his eyes. “I have some hentai mangas hidden in my closet. Happy now?”

“Immensely,” you chirp back and whatever it is you’re doing, it’s working well because Eren feels like he can breathe properly again.

Now that the tension isn’t as suffocating, you both settle down on the carpeted floor, your backside leaning against the side rail of his bed. You have your textbook perched on your lap, a pen between your fingers as you teach him about univariate and bivariate transformations. Eren wears a pair of eyeglasses when he studies, and you hate whoever invented those black frames for making him look more attractive than he already is as if his little man-bun wasn’t strong enough to emphasize that.

An hour passes by in a flash and Eren asks for a ten-minute break. You follow him to the kitchen, watching him make two cups of hot chocolate while casually throwing back some of your earlier teasings. It feels so domestic—the playful banter you throw, the way you share smiles and giggles while you both sit on the kitchen aisle with your legs dangling in the air. And while you secretly fantasize about spending every morning with him like this, Eren is constantly reminded of the time he spent with Spider-Girl.

Why does this feel so familiar? He ponders. Is your personality similar to hers? Is it the way you talk? Or is it because he unconsciously starts projecting Spider-Girl on you? Because he can’t stop thinking about her even when he’s trying his best to focus on you today? He grows restless at the thoughts. Because if that’s the case, then what’s the point of doing this? It’s clear that he’s still searching for Spider-Girl everywhere he goes. Even when he’s seeing you, he still thinks about her. He was sure he managed to forget about her earlier today, but the more he grows comfortable with you, and the more you show your true personality to him, the more he sees Spider-Girl in you.

When you return to his bedroom with him trailing after you, you notice a little box sliding out of his bag. Eren follows your gaze, mumbling, “Oh, shit, I forgot,” under his breath before he snatches it away. “I bought something for you earlier today,” he says, taking a seat on the edge of his bed with you settling down right next to him. “I wanted to give this to you back when we were at the studio but…” He smiles a little bit sheepishly as he hands it over to you. “I got, uhh… distracted.”

The way he said his words, it was clear that you were his distraction. “Thank you,” you reply, your fingers playing with the little red bow that ties the package together. “You’re always so thoughtful. I wanted to give you something too, actually, but I couldn’t get it done on time. It’s going to take a little while before I can finish it.”

“Oh?” His whole face brightens at once, seemingly giddy at the thought, as it would be the first time he’ll receive a handmade gift from the opposite sex. “You’re making something for me?”

“Yeah.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a surprise.” Your coquettish smile quickly becomes one of his favorite things in the world. “For now,” you land a hand on his shoulder, leaning up to brush your lips lightly against his cheek. The kiss is light and chaste, and yet, Eren turns rigid, his heartbeat roaring in his ears. You break away with a bashful smile painting your lips. “I hope that’s okay?”

“Umm…” He mumbles out, unfocused. “Yeah…”

The moment is there. The same atmosphere, the same tension that you felt when you were about to part ways at the end of your date has returned, ten times thicker than before. You maintain your gaze on his face, while Eren learns the texture of your lips with his eyes. They seem so soft, so inviting and he wants it. He wants to know how it would feel like to have your mouths pressed against one another but at the same time…

He’s conflicted again, you think to yourself, and if you’re not careful, your devilish smirk will rise to the surface again. It’s such a fun game watching him like this. You can almost literally see the way he’s battling against himself. On one side, he wants to kiss the bejeezus out of you, while on the other hand, he wants to push you away and say, “Girl, you’re making my jeans tighter than ever but this heart only belongs to one woman, and as long as you’re not dressed in white spandex, you’re not her.”

The evil that you are, you plan to make it even more interesting. “Kiss me.”

Somewhere at the back of his head, a nuclear bomb explodes, killing half of his brain cells at once. “W-what?” Eren croaks out, sounding like he hasn’t spoken in years.

You lean closer, your breath fanning his lips. God, your perfume, the scent of your breath—you smell so fucking wonderful. Sliding a hand up his chest, fingers gliding smoothly against the fabric of his shirt, you whisper again, “I want you to kiss me, Ren.”

“I—mmph—” His eyes close in reflex the moment your lips touch his, his eyebrows sewn together in the middle. You frame his cheek, bringing him closer to you than ever. For a moment, he succumbs, his fingers fisting the sheets underneath him. You press your body against him, and he wonders if you can feel his heartbeat reverberating on your skin. He lets out this cute little whine when he feels you parting his lips with yours, but the second he feels the tip of your tongue touching his, his body flinches and Eren breaks away.

“S-sorry.” He stands up abruptly from the bed, one hand shooting up to cover the bottom half of his face. His blush creeps up from his neck to the tip of his ears. He seems breathless, panicking out of his mind.

Your lips are just itching to exhibit a wicked grin but you pretend to be confused. “Is there something wrong?”

“I—I can’t—” He’s looking anywhere but your face, jittery hands moving animatedly as he speaks. “You and me—we can’t—I can’t do this with you—Not right now—Not when I’m—I can’t, I’m sorry, I can’t.”

Poor Rennie looks like he’s having a heart attack. “You can’t?” You’ve never taken any acting classes before, but you’re sure as hell this performance you’re doing right now deserves an Oscar's Best Actress nomination. Guess binging Euphoria all weekend has some perks after all. “But…” You perceive him with glassy doe eyes. “I thought you liked me…”

“I did!” He shouts out the words like it physically pains him to say them out loud. He’s losing his mind and it’s hilarious. “I did…” Eren goes down to his knees before you, his hands reaching out to take yours before he settles them on your lap. They’re sweating, and so cold. “I really liked you but…”

You start to feel bad but the sadistic villain inside you wants to see more so you just fake a sob. “But now… You don’t like me anymore…”

“Oh, God.” You, brushing your nonexistent tears with your fingers right now, are his kryptonite. “Please don't cry. No—no, it’s not like that! I like you!” he shouts, his eyes shaking as he peers into yours. “Jesus, I think I even loved you at some point and maybe I still do, I don’t know—I don’t understand my feelings right now, I just—”

“It's okay,” you say, trying to calm him down. You're a bit worried now because if this guy ends up passing out, that’s going to be your fault. “It’s all right, Ren… I know what you’re saying…”

He pauses to take a deep breath. When he speaks again, he no longer sounds as squeaky as before. “Listen to me,” he squeezes your hand, and even if his fingers are still trembling, they’re doing their best to comfort you. “I really, really do like you. Honestly? I was so obsessed with you before. I stalked you like a pervert. I took pictures of you when you weren’t looking. I've had your photo as my wallpaper for God knows how long. My video journals—”

Are all about me, you echo the words in your head as he speaks the same thing. Oh my God, he’s freaking out so bad, he’s telling every bit of his secret now. So cute.

“I did all those things because I liked you and you should hate me for it—”

“I’ll never hate you, Ren. I want to be with you.”

You’re killing him. You can tell you’re killing him inside. “And you don’t know how much those words mean to me but the truth is, I’m—” He hesitates, still contemplating whether he should say the words out loud. He doesn’t want to hurt your feelings, but if he continues doing this, letting his desire overtake him once again, he’s only going to hurt you even more. He needs to make a decision. “I’m in love with someone else.”

You fake a gasp, even going as far as covering your mouth with both hands. “Y-you are?”

“Yes…” He answers in dismay. “I know maybe I should give myself some time to figure this out but I don’t want to be selfish. I don’t want to make you wait for me. I don’t want to make you feel confused. And I know it would be easier to love you instead of her—I don’t even know how she feels about me but… I can’t. I can’t deny that I’m in love with her. And it’s not fair if I keep doing this with you when I keep thinking about someone else. I don’t want to be that kind of person.”

He’s kind. Eren is always kind. He could’ve just dated you both if he wanted to, but he didn’t. “I see,” you solemnly respond. “Can you… tell me who you’re in love with?”

He nibbles on his lip, looking down when he says, “S-Spider-Girl.”

FUCK, YES! In your mind, you’re punching the air in triumph with Cardi B and DJ Khaleed throwing a party in the background, celebrating your victory. But if you take a look at the situation, how fucking ridiculous is this? Imagine if Spider-Girl wasn’t your alter ego. It would be like you confessing to that delusional nerd Armin, only to be rejected by him saying he’s in love with a random cosplayer whose real name he didn’t even know. Well, with Armin, it’s still a plausible thought. Ridiculous, sure, but plausible.

“I see…” You land a hand above your heart, pretending like it’s breaking when you’re really trying your best not to cackle like a madman. “Oh, gosh… I don’t know what to say… This is such shocking news to me.”

Colors drain from his face. “I’m sorry.” He looks like he’s the one who’s having his heart shredded apart. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. I’m sorry for leading you on. I should’ve told you last night. You are such an attractive woman. You’re beautiful. You’re brilliant and you’re so kind and—”

Oh my God, he’s consoling me now. It’s getting harder and harder not to guffaw at his face. "Ren—"

“—I’m sure there are a lot of guys out there who would love to date you,” Eren says, his eyes drooping in sadness. “And I know this is a selfish thought but I hope we can… still be friends?”

God, you better be grateful I’m Spider-Girl ‘cause this feels like a terrible break-up movie and I’m livid. “We can,” you nod. “But only if you do something for me.”

Eren blinks, his eyes turning hopeful. “Yes, anything. Anything you want, I’ll do it.”

“Okay, then, sit down on the floor.” With a confused frown, he follows without a word. “Lean back.” You give two light taps on the railing of his bed and he rests his backside against it. “Good, now close your eyes. Don’t open them until I say so.”

“Umm… Okay…”

“Promise me that.”

“I promise.” His furrow turns deeper when he senses you crawling up his bed. You position yourself behind him, lying down on your stomach with your elbows propping the upper part of your body.

You lean close, whispering breathily in his ear, imitating the words he once said to you on the night he kissed you. “Can I try something I’ve never done before?”

He shivers. The way your voice echoes through his mind sends his mind reeling. “Y-yes…” It sounds more like a question and you almost laugh. He’s beyond nervous.

Your hand slithers down his cheek before you hook your fingers on the underside of his jaw. You lift his face. His gaze would’ve lingered on the ceiling if he had his eyes opened but Eren keeps them pressed shut. Your touch feels burning on his skin. “W-what are you doing?” he stutters out as you take off his glasses.

“Telling you my biggest secret,” you murmur, leaning closer until you have your face hovering above his. He can almost feel your every word on his skin. “Do you trust me?”

“I—” He noticeably gulps. “I do.”

With an elfin smile, you lower your head. Eren softly gasps when your lips are connected. You’re kissing him upside-down, similar to the kiss he shared with Spider-Girl. You try to replicate the way he kissed you that night, starting out slow, giving him a light, innocent kiss. There’s no pressure on your lips, nothing to distract him away from how soft they feel against his. This is that kiss—your first kiss together.

And Eren remembers it. His body, his lips, his heart remember it.

A few seconds are spent with Eren holding his breath and when you pull away, whispering, “Look at me,” he slowly opens his eyes but they stay half-lidded, completely dazed.

You stroke his cheek, your smile is an everlasting beauty.

“I’m in love with you too, Rennie.”

Your confession certainly comes as a shock, but it’s not as much as the way you called his name. Eren has his heartbeat ringing clamorously in his ears, his eyes widening at the pet name you gave him back when you were nine-year-old. His flashback hits him at once and it strikes him like thunder. He has never told anyone else about the little girl he met in the hospital except for Spider-Girl, and even then, he didn’t tell you that she used to call him Rennie. So how the fuck can you tell?

Eren turns around, almost knocking his head against the railing as he does. “Wait—” He rises to his feet, both hands stretched out forward. He is mortified beyond belief. So embarrassed, that he wishes he can light himself on fire so he doesn’t have to deal with whatever the fuck that’s going on. This can’t be—she can’t be—

He catches you grinning at him no matter how much you try to hold yourself back. “Calm down, Rennie.”

“No, don’t call—” Oh my God, I can’t breathe—This isn’t happening right now—She—

You’re laughing—great, now you’re laughing—interrupting his thoughts and sending him even further down this endless hole of shame. “So, I’m your first love, huh? Been crushing on me ever since we were nine? Damn, didn’t know you were such a simp for me, Tarantula Boy.”

“No. No, no, no, no, no.” He only has one color on his face: red. “You can’t do this to me—”

“And you jerked off to my pictures?” You playfully scold him, stepping down from the bed and making your way to his spot. “Can’t say I’m pleased with that. Also, I can’t believe you kissed me right after our date ended. Not to mention, I had to save your ass again—”

Fuck, I can’t do this. Eren spins on his heels, literally trying to run away in shame as his brain turns into mush. He has one hand around the doorknob, ready to run and jump off the nearest bridge when you stretch out your arm and shoot out your web. Snaring him by his wrist, you pull him back toward you with a hard yank. With a startled yelp, Eren tumbles back, his body nearly crashes against yours but you catch him just in time. You flick the web off your wrist and tangle your arms around his neck.

Standing on your toes, you press your body against his, meshing your lips together and laughing against his mouth in response to the muffled sounds of his protest. “Kill me,” he sighs against your mouth, followed by a strangled moan when you part your lips just to close them around his bottom one. “Just kill me now, please.”

“You sure about that?” You tease him, one hand sliding down his chest. “Cause I’d rather do something else if you ask me.” You nip on his lip, not being as gentle as before.

Groaning in defeat, Eren frames your face with both hands. He decides to take control of the kiss as a way to make you feel just as flustered as he is now. He’s still awkward, his teeth almost knocking against yours but when his tongue slides inside, he manages to steal a gasp out of your mouth.

You lean your entire weight on him, clawing against his chest as he winds his arm around your waist. “Easy, Tarantula Boy,” you giggle, still sounding mischievous albeit a little breathless.

“You’re evil.” Eren moves his lips to your jaw before he settles his head in the crook of your neck. “I can’t believe you played me like this. Is this the reason why you were being so aggressive today?”

“I’m sorry.” Your small laughter morphs into soft moans as his tongue slithers against yours again. Your fingers slip between his strands, your eyes closed in pleasure as you face the ceiling, giving him more access to nibble on the supple skin of your neck. “I didn’t mean to go this far, actually. I just wanted to tease you a little bit but—” Your sentence ends abruptly in a gasp when he seizes you by your waist and throws you down to the bed. His strength surprises you but the way he handles you so easily, losing almost all the tenderness in his touch, lights your stomach on fire. He crawls on top of you, pinning your hand down against the sheets before he smashes your lips together again. The sudden change in his attitude baffles you but you're quick to display your smirk again. “My, my, look who’s being so aggressive now.”

“Shut up,” he replies, face aflame, robbing you of the ability to speak. Eren kisses you deeply, almost frantically, demanding, plundering your mouth with his own, and you understand why. He doesn’t use his passion to cover his embarrassment, not like what you thought he was doing. He’s kissing you like this, like he owns you and you own him, because he’s been in love with three different people all this time, and all of them are now in his arms, in the shape of you. And, God, you are beautiful.

“Calm down,” you remind him again, sliding your fingers up and down his spine, effectively slowing down his pace. His bun is a mess, his strands falling all over the place, all designed by your eager hands. You play with the baby hair on his nape when he pulls away, your smile is too delicate to be real. “I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to rush.”

His heart hammers inside his chest and it’s beating so fast, it’s frightening, but Eren loves it. He’s always felt this way when he was with you—with any version of you—but now that he knows you’re all of them, his heart beats three times faster. “I don’t think I can do it.” He keeps his face close enough for the tip of your nose to brush against his when he whispers, “I’ve been in love with the same girl for twelve years and now you’re right here and I’m… I’m going insane.”

He’s adorable. So adorable. “Well then, maybe I feel the same way…” You untangle his hair tie with one hand, pushing back his hair behind his ear before you caress his cheek. “‘Cause I’m sure I’ve been in love with the same boy for twelve years too.”

He melts in your arms, weak with the surge of joy that suffuses his body. “It’s hard to believe that you’re Spider-Girl,” he breathes out, resting his temple above yours, closing his lids. He seems so blissful, so relieved at the revelation. “But at the same time, it feels so right. This is the perfect moment of my life, I feel like I’m gonna die.”

“Don’t die just yet,” you titter. “You haven’t loved me enough yet.”

He breaks away with a peal of laughter flowing past his lips. “I’m already going insane because of you and you still want me to love you harder than this?”

“If you can.”

“So demanding.” He jokingly rolls his eyes. “That little boy in the hospital.” He twines his fingers around your wrist, bringing your hand closer to his face. He speaks his next words with his lips brushing against the lines of your palm. “Have you always known it was me?”

“No…” You’re entranced, eyes turning a bit hazy at the way his long eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. He peppers soft kisses on your skin down to the veins that paint your inner wrist. “I only realized it was you when you told me that story.”

“That night on the rooftop?” His pout returns. “You should’ve told me then.”

“Well, yes, but then I wouldn’t get to have this much fun.” You toss him your signature Cheshire Cat grin. Eren throws you a playful snort before he dives back to taste your lips again. “Plus, I was too… embarrassed to say a word back then. I’ve always thought you looked familiar but I had no idea that you were that boy.” You hug him close, breathing right against his ear. “You grew up so handsomely, Rennie….”

He’s buzzing with joy, every part of him is. “You’re really trying to kill me right now, aren’t you?” Eren tickles your side, making you laugh hard enough for his neighbors to hear. He takes in everything, the crinkles in your eyes, the way you have your mouth opened wide, and that adorable laughter you emit–he loves it all. “This is how I always imagined you to look underneath that mask when you laughed,” he confesses, settling himself between your legs.

You play with his necklace, fingers hooking around his silver chain. “Are you disappointed that I’m not as feminine as I usually behave on campus?”

“Are you kidding? I love you more like this.” Your heart thrashes wildly, no matter how hard you tell it to stay put. Eren props his elbows on the bed, trapping you between his arms. He gently swats the bangs out of your eyes, taking his time to examine your every feature, using the chance to commit every part of you into memory. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on but it’s Spider-Girl whom I’m in love with, and I never cared about her looks. I care about the way she comforts me with her words.” He presses a gentle kiss on the center of your temple, stunning you with intimacy. “I care about the way she cares about me.” He drags his lips to your cheek, lips as light as feathers. “How she gets upset on my behalf when I blame myself for something that isn’t my fault.”

“Yeah, you do that a lot, it’s annoying,” you giggle and you can feel his smile growing on your skin. “What else do you care about?”

“I care about the way she uses sarcasm as her weapon.” His lips are now closing around your earlobe, letting you know the shape of his smirk as he speaks. "And how she gets snarkier when she's embarrassed, not knowing what to do when she receives a compliment."

You flinch, a little bit sensitive in that area. Especially when he sounds breathier like this, huskier as if he just woke up from his dream. “I thought I was irritating.”

“Sometimes, sure.” But in his next lines, he abandons all the mirth in his voice, and he speaks sincerely from the bottom of his heart. “I'm kidding. I just find you endearing. I care about how you always pretend to be strong when you’re actually scared.” He grants a soft kiss on your nose, breaking away to look you in the eyes as he strokes your hair. “I care about how you seem like you don’t need anybody else in your life, when the truth is, you’re always searching for someone to be there for you. Just like everyone else, you’re scared of being alone.”

Your gaze softens, your stomach somersaulting at his words. “I can never lie to you, can I?” Your voice is not louder than a whisper, your lips only a breath away. “Ever since we were kids, you always knew what to say to me. You understood me more than anyone else.” It’s such a wonderful feeling to be with someone you can truly open yourself to. No secrets. No lies. No sweet nothings. No boundaries. “I wish we had never grown apart during those years. I would’ve loved to spend every moment with you. Growing up together. Being your best friend and making out with you on our school’s rooftop during lunch breaks.” You brush two of your fingertips against his lips, tracing the pretty shape of his mouth as he chuckles. “Maybe I could even give you that radioactive spider that bit me so you could be my sidekick and we could fight crimes together.”

“Your sidekick?”

“It’s kind of a package deal. Plus, I have better social skills. You're not ready to be a superhero, trust me."

"And why not?"

"'Cause even if you were able to kick some ass, you’d never win against your true enemy.”

“Which is?”

“The press. And Tony Stark ‘cause he’d just bully you like crazy without me.”

He just can’t seem to stop grinning when he’s with you. “Well, it’s not too late to start. I'm sure there's some radioactive spiders somewhere.” He gently bites on the tip, rolling your finger between his teeth. “Can you find me a tarantula, though? Spiders are a little bit overrated.”

“Of course, baby. Whatever you want.”

Eren smiles, bestowing another kiss and letting himself drown in your taste for a minute before he pulls away with a pout. “You said you could never lie to me,” he mutters. “But you’ve been lying to me about your identity for three months.”

“Oh my God,” you groan, throwing your head back. “Stop being so butthurt about it. I said I’m sorry.”

He chortles, gathering your face in his hand again. “You’re so annoying.” He pecks your lips. “But I love you.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You pull him for another kiss, separating your lips to welcome him inside. “But I love you.”

Your kisses seem never-ending, and none of you complains about it. It’s so addicting, so exciting to have his taste lingering in your mouth, to feel the flick of his tongue against yours. Eren may be an inexperienced kisser, but he learns fast. By the time he regains confidence, it’s easy for him to steal your breath away, leaving you all dazed and needy for more.

You have your body squeezed against his, your heels hooked behind his waist, but you’re left feeling unsatisfied as you still have layers of clothing separating your skin from his. “Can I do something I’ve never done before?” you ask him with a cheeky grin.

Eren, who was suckling on your neck a second ago, elevates his face just to give you a flat stare. “Can you stop embarrassing me for one second?”

“What, I can’t speak English now?”

“You’re using my words!”

“Since when are those words your words—It’s basic English!” Laughing, you roll him to his back, position yourself above his lap and watch him gulp in anticipation. With a naughty smirk, you slip your hand underneath his shirt, your fingers tracing the ridges of his abdomens before you bunch up the fabric in one hand and push it up to his chest. “Wow…” The word accidentally slips out of your mouth as you stare shamelessly at him. “Jesus, when the heck did you work out?”

“S-shut up.” He pushes down his shirt, hiding as much skin as he can from your hungry eyes while blushing like the virgin that he is.

Well, actually, you’re a virgin too, but at least, you act like a pro. “Why are you covering—let me see your abs!”

“No!”

“Wha—” You’re trying to pry his hands away. He’s pretty strong, and you don’t want to use your superhuman strength to pin him down just so you can marvel at his stomach (you won’t stoop that low).

“Stop trying to undress me, woman!”

You know what, if he keeps fighting you back like this, you might as well tie him up with your web. “Rennie, come on, just give me a peek!” Did you sound desperate? Yes. Are you desperate? Yes, times a thousand. “I’m your girlfriend, you know!”

“You literally just became my girlfriend like seven minutes ago!” He’s struggling just as much, keeping the hem of his shirt as low as possible. “Also, being my girlfriend doesn’t mean you can do whatever you like with my body! Ask me for my consent first!”

You see, he’s right. He’s totally right, but— “Babe, I can literally feel your dick poking against my thigh right now.”

“Y-yeah, but still…” Aaaaand he's blushing.

“Huh. Cute. Now let’s get back to the game, darling.” You grab the hem of his shirt and—

“No, wait! I’m not mentally ready and we're—” Eren gasps loudly—almost too dramatically—in both horror and surprise when you shoot two lumps of your web, snaring his wrists and keeping them glued on the bed right on each side of his head. He turns to face you again, his jaw dropping low when he speaks, “Did you just use your web on me?”

You did. Holy shit, you did. What happened to not stooping that low? “I-I’m sorry.”

“Just to see my abs.”

You palm your face, your cheeks blazing hot. “I’ll let you out—”

“You know Peter Parker wouldn’t do this to MJ, right?”

You sigh. You kinda wish you were bitten by a radioactive bunny so you could dig really fast and bury your whole existence inside a hole. “Well, I mean, I wouldn’t know–”

“Steve Rogers would judge you so hard right now.”

“Steve’s actually a kinky bitch. I’m sure he likes it. Look, just calm down,” you tell him, settling yourself on his lap while trying your best to ignore the way his cock is twitching in his pants at the sensation of your weight pressing against him. “I won’t do anything to you without your permission, all right? I'll act like a gentleman. A gentlewoman, if you must.”

“Oh, am I your lady now?”

“You’re acting like one right now, aren’t you?”

“Oh, shut up.” He yanks on his wrist, trying to break free but your web is unyielding. “Can you get this off of me? This looks ridiculous!”

No, it doesn’t. This looks kinky as fuck. Never have you imagined that you’d be using your superhero ability to tie up a handsome man on his own bed, but you learn something new every day, I guess. Trying not to stare so much at the way his biceps are flexing with every attempt he makes, you ask the most important question. “Are you nervous because you’re a virgin?”

“I’m not—” His face catches on fire. “I’m not nervous, I’m just—okay, yeah, I’m nervous.”

“Because you’re a virgin?”

“No,” is his first answer but then bashfully he corrects with, “Well, yeah, kinda. But I’m more nervous about the fact that you’re… not.”

“Not what?”

“A virgin.” He tucks his chin, his voice muted. “I just… I don’t want to disappoint you.” Because Eren knows that you’ve dated several popular guys on campus in the past. Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, even that notorious bad boy, Floch Forster at some point. How can he compete with that? He wants to have sex with you—God, he wants nothing more than to get his dick wet with the girl he’s been in love with for twelve years—but what if you’re not satisfied with him? What if he sucks (no pun intended)? What if he’s supposed to suck but he can’t suck properly? Like sucking on your tits, for example. What if he can’t suck them right? What if—

“I’m a virgin, though,” you say.

“Okay, you can do whatever you want with me. I’m ready.”

That’s it. That’s all it takes for you to get his consent. The next thing you know, Eren has his shirt bunched up around his chest, your fingers splayed and pressed flat against his stomach. “Damn,” you murmur under your breath, eyes transfixed on the way his muscles tighten underneath your palm. “If I had known you looked like this underneath that hoodie, I wouldn’t have wasted all these months keeping my identity a secret.”

His blush blossoms fast on his face, flinching when he feels your fingertips tracing the dip of his V-line. “I—I thought you were trying to keep your identity a secret to protect me.”

“Well, yeah, that too, but—” You brush your pads against his navel, feeling the little happy trail that disappears behind his jeans. He lets out this little sound, like a mix between a yelp, a whimper, and a moan, and it’s so fucking cute. “I think I’d be okay with you getting kidnapped once a week if I get to do this every day.”

“It feels so weird to have a hot girl talking about me like this, but okay.” Eren, despite how bizarre this conversation is getting, still has his focus on how to break himself free from your webbing. “Can you do something about this, please? It feels sticky on my skin.”

“No.”

“What do you mean 'no?' I can’t touch you if I’m like this!”

“Yes, that is the point, now shut up.” To Eren’s surprise, you casually yank your dress over your head, tossing it haphazardly on the floor and leaving you only in nice lacy lingerie that matches the shade of your lipstick.

“Fuck me,” he mutters under his breath, his gaze quickly shifting down to your chest. He gulps at the sight. “B-badonkers…”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, your tits—your breasts!” He stammers. “They’re—they’re perfect. Like, the shape of them and how they look so… so soft and…” He clears his throat, realizing just how much lame he’s being. “You know, like a really nice pair of natural, fully functional breasts.”

You scrunch up your nose at his words. “Are you going to be like this the whole time?” You reach one hand behind your back, unclasping your bra.

“I… hope not…” He’s staring with unblinking eyes, practically salivating at the sight of your breasts bouncing once as you position yourself better on his lap. Fuck, they really are perfect. “A-are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“You mean sex? No.” You lean forward, crawling up his body until you have your face hovering above his again. “Why?”

“You just seem awfully calm and—” You leave him speechless for a good few seconds when you press your breasts against his chest. Eren whines, closing his eyes as he throws his head against the bed. “Fuck.”

Your lips twitch up into a smirk. “Soft, aren’t they?”

“Like fucking marshmallows.” He dreamily sighs—almost sobbing, really. “Can I have your tits in my mouth, please?”

Perhaps sometime in the future, when you look back into this scene again, you’ll have the biggest cringe moment in your life because what the fuck is he asking but right now, everything just seems so hot, you don’t even care. “Yeah, but maybe later once I’m done with you.” You reward him with a kiss to distract him, stifling his protest. “To tell you the truth, I’ve gone to second base before but I’ve… never gone past that.”

“Oh… Why not?”

“Just didn’t feel like it was the right thing to do at that time,” you answer with a shrug. “I almost did it with Porco but… It felt like I was missing something so I stopped him at the last minute.”

There’s jealousy burning inside him, but the revelation also provides him some relief. “I see…”

You can sense it, the tiny hint of fury raging in his chest and you nuzzle the tip of your nose against his to soothe him down. “Are you jealous?”

“No.”

He is. He so is. “Would you like it if I said I was waiting for the right person?” You slide down one finger from the middle of his chest to the dip of his belly button. “Waiting for you?”

“N-no.”

He would. He so would. “You’re cute.”

“Stop calling me cute—ah!” A moan is snatched away from the back of his throat the second you grind your hips against him. Even the slightest friction drives him insane and now he has you rubbing your clothed heat against his bulge. “Fuck, baby, that feels good.”

You recall the way he called you by that pet name on that night you shared your first kiss with him, and as pleasant as it was in your ears, this one feels a million times better. It’s laced with urgency, desperation, and need. “Can I take off your jeans?” You ask him, even when your fingers are already playing with his zipper.

“Are you going to ask me questions the whole time?”

“You said you wanted me to ask for your consent.”

“Yeah, fuck that. Do whatever you want with me. I’m yours.”

You almost laugh. “Well then, don’t mind if I do,” you say, a moment before your lips meet in a frenzied kiss. Eren arches his back, wanting to close every inch of gap between your skins until he feels like you’re completely plastered against him. He can feel your hand sliding down his stomach, toying with the button of his jeans before you push them down to his mid-thighs, along with his briefs. With a sheepish smile, you maintain eye contact as you curl your fingers gently around his shaft.

“How does it feel, Rennie?” You keep your face close, loving his expression. “Feels good?”

His chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, his face scarlet and erotic. “Feels ama—”

Right at that exact moment, Zeke Jaeger comes bursting inside his room with a phone in his hand, recording everything as he shouts, “AHA! CAUGHT YOU GUYS IN 4K! I knew you wouldn’t be studying–” He freezes at the sight of you stroking his sibling’s cock, your naked breasts practically dangling over his face, and for a second, none of you make a sound.

And then, it’s chaos.

The three of you are screaming at the same time, with you quickly grabbing the nearest pillow to cover your front, completely forgetting to throw a blanket on your poor boyfriend who’s practically buck-naked on his bed. Eren, with his wrists still glued to the sheets, can only spout out incoherent words, while his brother, who’s so horrified at the sight of Eren’s cock, spasming and leaking in desperate need of attention, can only stand still, his brain unable to function. It’s only until Eren screams, “ZEKE, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!” that he returns to his senses, whining out, “DINA, MY BROTHER IS FUCKING BEFORE ME!” as he runs back into the kitchen.

You hastily jump down from the bed, shutting the door and locking it up. “Use your web,” Eren says, “He has a spare key. He can still barge in anytime.”

“I think he saw us,” you utter in horror.

“Yeah.”

“If I drop him off the building and make it look like an accident, do you think you’ll be okay with that?”

“Will I be okay with you killing my brother after seeing your boobs and catching me getting tied up to my bed and being dominated like a fucking masochist by my girlfriend?” Eren watches his cock wilting away. “Yes.”

“Well, not killing. I’m just gonna punch him hard enough to give him like a massive concussion or something.”

“No, no, no. Let’s just stick to murder. I like murder.”

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AN: Hi, everyone! It took me a while but I finally got to finish this series. I wanted to write a small epilogue that will feature a funny scene where they get to lose their virginity to each other but since I'm pregnant with my second child now, I don't think I'll have the energy/time to do it, I'm sorry 😭😭😭 I hope you enjoyed the story despite how cringe this is (I'm never gonna do comedy again oh god what was I thinking). Anyway, thank you so much for reading! I'll see you next time!

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