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i think we all know my thoughts on firefighter!erenâŠ
firefighter eren! knowing that you love his uniform and when he comes home wearing it⊠âčË. âĄ
he only figured it out on accident â he will reluctantly admit that he overheard you in the kitchen with your friend on one of the days he came home early from the station, his heart almost falling out of his chest when he heard you tell them how much the uniform did it for you.
and after that, all he can think about is the right time and the perfect excuse to use it against you.
eren comes home a few weeks later, sweaty and slightly sooty from a long and productive day. by now, heâs come to acknowledge that the look in your eyes isnât longing because you missed him, but instead a certain craving for him when heâs got his yellow overalls hanging around his waist, the bright red suspenders over his black tee, hair in a disheveled pony in a horrible effort to keep the hairs off his face, and he finds with delight and amusement that he doesnât have to do very much at all to get you practically on your knees begging for him.
âwho knew you were this easy, huh?âÂ
your ankles are up by erenâs ears as he pounds into you, hands over your thighs, the boyish and amused grin widening on his face as he watches you whimper and feels you clench around him.
âmy pretty baby all fired up cause of my uniform?â the fabric of his trousers brush against you as he pushes in and out, his grip tightening as you take all of his length with a helpless, embarrassed moan. all he can do is snigger to himself â he has you right where he wants you, and coincidentally, heâs exactly where you wanted him.
you watch him bow his body over yours, his hands dropping from your thighs to your waist as he adjusts himself and gets comfortable.
just seeing the bridge of his nose crinkle as he sinks himself into you, his green eyes glinting in the light of the kitchen where he decided to fold you over the counter a few minutes after getting home â you canât decide if its your boyfriend himself making you feel so flushed and tingly or if its the added feature of his uniform, the idea of fucking the fireman everybody has a crush on but only you can have...
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⊠content: girl dad!eren jaeger x fem!reader, domestic fluff
âWhat are you doing?âÂ
The words left you on a disbelieving laugh. You leaned against the doorway to your family room, eyes cast down to where your husband and three-month-old daughter lay.Â
Up until more recent milestones, Eren was the one invested in the babyâs toys and trinkets, not her. They wouldnât have gotten much use if not for his insistence on testing everything out, or so he said. Youâd call it his boyish sense of curiosity, something he never quite outgrew.Â
So, really, it should have come as no surprise when you found him adjoined your daughter on the floor, with her sprawled and sharing a corner of her play mat for her father to rest his head. Above them, a colorful arch decorated with various sensory toysâtiny rattles and shakers, crinkly plushes.
âTrying to figure out whatâs so interesting about this thing,â Eren said, flicking one of the spinners.Â
Your daughterâs little eyes widened until you could make out the green of them, even from where you stood. Eren turned to her with delight, waiting for her reaction when he spun the ring a second time. A smile squished her cheeks and a giggle slipped pastâthe tiniest sound you could imagine but somehow more than enough to make your heart want to burst from your chest.Â
âSee?â He lifted his head to get a better look at her and softly poked the tip of her nose. âWhatâs so funny?â
She smiled again, bigger this time, putting a cute scrunch in her nose.Â
âI think the box said itâs for zero to twelve months. I think you might be a smidge too old to get it,â you teased.Â
She was at that age now, rounding the corner where merely observing the world around her blossomed into reacting to it as well. Youâd only known her smile for weeks, such a small fraction of your life, and already you were enamored with it, more than anything else. She was still discovering her ownâsometimes crooked, sometimes notâwhile you strived to discover their causes. Which, more often than not, was Eren. Annoyingly so at times, but only because he absolutely ate it up.Â
His eyes were still fixed on your daughter, as were yours. She stuck a plump hand out to paw toward Erenâs face or hair, you couldnât tell, but fell shortâshe was still tackling coordination. He hooked her hand with his finger and kissed her tiny knuckles.
You were reminded of the impermanence of the moment. It was a warm feeling, honey-colored like the ephemeral ray of afternoon sun told you sunset was nearâthat night was inevitable the same way tomorrow was inevitable, then the day after that. Soon enough, she would be able to grab his hair or pinch your face without falling short. It would hurt, but you would laugh anyway, and you would think back to this day.
So you joined them. You walked over and dropped to the floor. You inched your way beneath the arch, right beside your daughter, and flipped a gear until it spun, just to see what all the fuss was about.
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this. please.
here's my idea for an enemies to lovers apocalypse au with eren jaeger. (if something like this has already been written lmk, I don't want to be seen as somebody who plagiarizes LMAO)
so basically, reader is apart of a group not too far away from the one eren is staying at. your group had been planning on raiding theirs for weeks because they've been taking out your people when they cross each other on patrol. your group finally decides to act on this after forming a solid plan, and during the raid you end up getting captured. they keep you alive as a hostage and eren is stationed as your guard the majority of the time. you hate his guts and he hates yours, and the first thing he wants to do everytime he sees you is shoot you. there have been a few times where a few people have tried to come kill you in the night, but Eren being the experienced guard he is stops them before they can even get close to where you're locked away. "we keep her alive" he says before shooing the person away with a few threats. after awhile, you eventually begin to enjoy each other's company, and eren goes out of his way to bring you extra rations and try to keep you as healthy as possible. he convinces his people that you're good and you get to come out of the ratty little shack they've kept you in for weeks. you're welcome (albeit rather harshly) into their community. because erens basically the only one who trusts you, he offers the extra room in his little house to you. you patrol together, you sleep in the same home, you go on walks together, you workout together, and you basically do everything together, so you soon find yourself falling even harder for each other. Of course this is hidden with the playful banter and snide comments, but after enough hopeless pining he makes a move and the oneshot ends with steamy sex.
that's basically the dumbed down summarized version of my idea, but I really want to make something with this kind of plot. the apocalypse will only be mentioned a few times in the fic but it's important to the story. anyways, lmk if this would be a good read! (also please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes I was half asleep while making this)
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cottage boy!eren chops the wood and lights the fire for you and he to keep warm at night. he huddles you close to him while you sleep. the first time he wraps his arm around your waist and gently flushes against you, your face burns the entire night.
cottage boy!eren is so strong. he doesnât just chop the wood; he lifts the tree roots to bring âem closer. he lifts you at the waist, unprompted, and laughs when your fingers nearly tear into his cotton shirt to keep a hood of him.
cottage boy!eren plays chase with you in the woods. you love the rush of wind in your hair, through your clothesâand eren loves being it.
cottage boy!eren is such an affectionate drunk. he splits a bottle with you and his reservations dwindle to near nothing. his hands caress your ankles, as they rest over his lap. his cheeks tint real rosy, a man-eating grin slapped over his face. he thumbs at your arms, your shouldersâsweetly strumming your body, and barely even aware of it.
cottage boy!eren is such a handyman. fixes pipes, cleans with you, cooks with you. builds your kitchen from scratch and paints it all in your favorite colors.
cottage boy!eren is a bleeding heart. openly stares (gawks) at you, kisses your fingers, your wrists, your palms. he finds his hands are almost as expressive as his mouth is. but boy, the way he speaksâsoft and low, it swirls in your tummy.
cottageboy!eren with hearts swirling in his eyes, follows your swift little steps around the room as you look for the book youâd been reading. youâd sat it next to him just a second ago. he promises to hand it back if you tell him what itâs about.
cottage boy!eren doesnât even realize how alone the two of you really are until you mention it for the third time, on your third day away. and then he becomes insufferable, a menace unto himself and you. he enjoys basking in the sunlight of your attention, is warm with your laugh spreading across his ears.
cottageboy!eren picking flowers for you, brings em home to set the table with for dinner. you help him plant some lemon and lime trees, help him plant tomatoes and keep it all watered.
cottage boy âren loves the fields, the animals. you cross a few deer every now and then. the look on your face each time makes his heart stutter.
sharing a bath with your cottage boy, his big body pressed tight between your hips. <3
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No Nut November- Day Two: Eren x fem reader
cw; 18+ only - minors dni + fwb situation + mentions of sexting/nudes + this is honestly not really smutty but has cussing and talks about fucking lmaoo
Eren couldnât believe this was happening to him, some dumb trend that sparked his interest thinking he could beat it, and of course, youâd go along with it to tease the hell out of him.
Youâd read the slew of dirty text messages heâs sent, some ranging from completely sensual to downright filthy and detailed graphic content of what he wants to do to you with a few dick pics.
His fuck buddy who heâs falling for rapidly, now itâs just not the sex between you two. Late night phone calls to talk about your days and the cuddles on the couch that ended with you two falling asleep snuggled up.
He knew you were at work, and it was only the first week of this shit bordering on two. His leg bounced as he waited for you to come to his apartment, a few days ago this weekend was planned with a getaway.
Between work and daily life you needed a break and Eren was never bad company expect when he shook himself like a dog when he got out of the shower to annoy you, itâs one of his favorite pastimes.
Well, besides fucking you, that has to be his favorite especially after a long day like today. You mentioned this to him the first day of November and he agreed.
Which had to be the worst thing heâs ever said yes too, and his cock almost burst when he opened his door to see you already clad in his clothes with your coat thrown over your shoulders. âEren, itâs cold out here.â
Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts as he chuckled and let you in, his eyes focused on you. âItâs supposed to be snowing soon, mind if I stay the night?â You asked softly with a smile and matching eyes.
How could he say no? But there was no way he could sleep in the same bed with you, not when he knows how much you like him to hold your tits. âAlways, but Iâm not sleeping in bed with you.â He announced.
You frowned and followed him to the living room after hanging your coat up. âWhy? Itâs freezing in here too!â Your face screwed up in confusion then it finally clicked. You snapped your fingers and huffed a little.
âWhat?â Eren asked hearing you as he plopped on his couch throwing you a blanket and opening his arms, he wouldnât leave you completely without him.
You looked at him and settled in his lap with the blanket wrapped around you like a burrito. âYou wonât sleep with me in bed because no nut November?â
His face burned red as he looked at anywhere but you, even if he did participate in this challenge without a fuckbuddy heâd still fail, after his classes all he wanted to do was jerk off and take a nap.
He sighed and laid his head back. âIâm going to at least either end up dry humping you like a dog or Iâm going to end up in the bathroom jerking it like a loser.â
âYou are not a loser and trust me, itâs hard for me but just think of the orgasm weâll have when you finally do cum.â
In a way you were right but the idea of lasting like this for two more weeks sounded like hell, but if that meant he could have his way with you on December first then heâll agree to this, but never again.
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He loves the kind of woman that would actually just k!ll him (quick drabble)
When you scolded his teammates for not picking up after themselves after dinner, he realized something about himself. âWeâre sorryâ they said in unison. Eren just stared you up and down with craving eyes.
âDude, your girl is kind of scary.â They muttered as you walked off to the bathroom. He knowsâŠintently following your retreating figure with his eyes.
When he first approached you at a frat party, offering to help carry your drinks, maybe with the intent to take you back to his place later that night..you left him speechless with your glowering glare, muttering explosives at him.
He was stunned as he watched you walk away.
âPoor girl would rather walk spill her drinks than speak with you.â Jean snickered. But Eren just grinned.
It took him a while to get you to warm up to him, but the chase was worth it. Turns out, youâre just a soft cinnamon bun once you let your walls down. For someone who claims she hates cuddles, you sure want cuddles. He loves you, and especially that mouth of yours.
He doesnât mind when you calmly give him the look if heâs acting up, your sharp tongue, or your quick comebacks. In fact, he loves when you speak up for him if his order is wrong before he gets the chance to, or rather aggressively cheer for him at his games, that in particular makes him blush ever so lovingly. He almost gets shy. Meanwhile youâre swooning over your beast boyfriend smashing 220 pound guys down on the field. Unaware heâs doing the most to impress his girl.
He remembers being taken aback once. You had slapped a stranger who catcalled you. Eren was away buying you ice scream, strictly ordering you to stay within his line of vision since the carnival was âdangerousâ. So when he noticed the situation, rushing with the intent of smashing the guys face in, he nearly dropped the ice cream as he witnessed your hand connecting with roaches face. Proudly observing you with gleam in his eyes.
Eren admits it, heâs attracted to intiminating women. He doesnât know when it started, mightâve been with you. Now that he thinks about it, every girl he used to chase after before you was reserved and timid. Either way, all he knows is every time you let out that side of you, his pants feel tighter.
You come back from the bathroom, noticing the guys picked up after themselves. Finally, you thought.
âHey Eren, can we get dessert?â
He stands up and grabs you by the loops of your belt, pulling your hips flush against his.
âCanât you sit on my face first?â face to face spooning you, about to add a âplease,â but you smirked and got down on your knees instead. He quickly looked around, âweâre in the living room, the guys might walk come back in.â he stresses.
âLet them.â and Eren swears that one day youâll give him a heart attack. His girl is a freak, the thought makes him grin.
âOnly if you sit on it later.â he was not below begging for it. He actually wouldnât mind going out by you sitting on his face, it would make him die a happy man.
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scary dog privilege - best friend!eren x reader one-shot, 18+!!
hellooooo i have had this in my wips for like two entire months and i am giddy and ready to share it. this hopefully will just be a one-shot, but you guys know i love to create a universe for each of my erens so god only knows where we'll end up with this one. best friend eren appears to be my angstiest, broodiest one yet, and i love him lol. wanted to make some use of classic fanfic tropes, so here we get best friend eren and fake dating!! woohoo!!
beware: this is absolute, pure filth once you get into it lol
pairing: eren jaeger x afab reader
wc: 9.1k
DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.
CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving), alcohol use, cussing, squirting, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby, pretty baby, my girl), crying, multiple orgasms, eren being a menace per usual, jean's an asshole (i'm so sorry you guys know i love him but it had to happen)
have fun ;)
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This is a terrible idea, and it had been from the start. You know it and so does he, but you had insisted. Now that youâve made your bed, you have to lay in it, you suppose. You press your forehead to the cold, tinted window of Erenâs ridiculous muscle car, ignoring the vibrations from the rock music heâs blaring and the consistent fluttering in your stomach, and think back to your conversation earlier that week.
âCome on, Eren. Itâs just one night!â
âAnd what about after? When you run into Sasha at the coffee place or Armin after work? Did we just suddenly âbreak upâ?â Eren scoffs, pushing past you to grab a Red Bull out of the fridge. You collapse into one of the barstools in his kitchen, having prepared yourself to accept defeat from the moment you posed the question.
âI just canât face him alone,â you sigh, âitâs only been four months and Sasha told me heâs hooked up with not one, not two, but three girls already. I havenât even had a drunken makeout at the bar.â
âSo? Just because Jeanâs been whoring around doesnât mean you have anything to prove.â Eren's tone is thoroughly unimpressed as he pops the tab to his energy drink.
âYouâre my best friend. I just need one tiny favor.â
âWho would even believe us? Itâs not like itâs a huge party- we know everyone going.â
You cock an eyebrow. âHow many times have Annie and Mikasa tried to con us into a double date? Connieâs been teasing us for years, not to mention the waiter at lunch the other dayââ
âFine!â
âFine?â
âFine. Iâll be your date for one night. But all of the explaining is up to you. And,â Eren takes a sip, leveling a glare at you over the top of the can, âIâm going on the record as saying that this is a bad idea.â
He may be reckless, arrogant, and a bit of a brat, but if Eren Jaeger is one thing consistently, he was right. You chance a glance at your âdateâ. Heâs in his typical uniform: black hoodie, black jeans, the little silver chain he never takes off, key swinging over his chest as he turns the car. He looks good, appealing even. If Jean dares to show up with a girl, she wonât consider you to have downgraded, thatâs for sure.
You consider your own outfit, an anxious fist tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Jean for the first time as an ex. He would have hated it. Your nothing-to-the-imagination outfit is all thanks to Sasha.
You had clued Sasha in on the plan; you hoped having one more agent in on your secret would help sell the act. Sasha had gone all out, lending you an incredibly low-cut black top and some black leather pants that would have caused at least a twenty-minute argument with Jean. Had he not dumped you, you remind yourself bitterly. Sasha had insisted you borrow her all-black outfit to match Erenâs typical attire âjust to be cuteâ. In hindsight, her enthusiasm about this whole situation should have been a red flag, but youâve already gotten everything lined up, and itâs too late for regret.
Itâs far too late for hindsight, too; youâre already ten minutes into receiving the official girlfriend treatment from Eren. He had worn you down on picking you up, opening the car door, the works. Hell, you wouldnât be surprised if he pulled out a bouquet of roses at this point. You can hear his obnoxious tone now: Even if youâre my fake girlfriend, youâre getting the full package. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
Eren parallel parks smoothly on Arminâs quiet street, unusually busy with the buzz of a house party and lined with your friendsâ cars. Itâs Connieâs birthday, but Armin always hosts. Itâs an unspoken rule at this point; you arenât sure why he keeps volunteering, especially after Sasha had projectile vomited all over his bathroom at the last get-together, but again, dig your own grave and lie in it. You and Armin are in the same boat there.
When the car switches off, Eren takes a moment to consider you, wrapping and unwrapping his long fingers around the steering wheel, a nervous tic heâs had since high school. âYou ready?â
âReady as Iâll ever be,â you sigh, reaching for the door handle. Before you can wrap your hand around it, Eren leans over and pinches you harshly on the thigh. âOw!â
âI open the door, remember?â Eren says, visibly annoyed.
You roll your eyes at him.âIsnât this a bit much?â
âYou think Iâm going to be caught dead letting my âgirlfriendâ open her own door? I have a reputation to uphold.â
You decide to bite back a snippy comment about the many girls who cried over Eren in college and cross your arms over your chest, pouting instead. âFine.â
If Eren can be dramatic, so can you.
As naturally as if he had done it a hundred times, Eren slings his arm over your shoulders on the walk up towards the door; the weight of it, both physically and mentally, is heavier than youâre willing to acknowledge. When you catch sight of Bertholdt, Reiner, and Annie peering through the window, a flutter of nerves erupts your stomach; you reach a hand up to play with Erenâs fingers, absentmindedly spinning one of his rings and trying to sell the look as best you can. âWe better pull this off.â
âItâll be fine, just follow my lead.â Eren pulls you closer, kissing your hairline. Goosebumps rise all over your body; not at the action itself, but how disturbingly easy the affection seems to come to him. As Eren knocks on Arminâs bright red door, you pack that thought away and shove it to the back of your mind to collect dust.
âHiâŠguys?â Arminâs friendly smile upon opening the door falters in confusion as he takes you in, absorbing the sight of you two intertwined on his doorstep. Arminâs wide, blue eyes flick between the two of you, and you can see the gears churning in his head, trying to make sense of how awfully close you and Eren are. Pitting your fake relationship against Arminâs intellect is the perfect first test; a nervous sweat breaks out under your skimpy outfit.
âSup, âmin?â Eren smiles back, the very picture of nonchalance, extending his free hand to shake Arminâs shoulder.
âCome on in.â Armin, ever polite, turns to allow for plenty of room for Eren to pull you inside. He doesnât outright ask why Erenâs holding you, but his eyes betray his suspicions. It seems like your plan, as terrible as it is, is working. One down, a dozen or so to go.
Never dropping his arm from around your shoulders, Eren steers you into the living room where one of Connieâs favorite bands is already blasting from the speakers. Annie and Mikasa are curled up together in Arminâs recliner, hands interlocked as usual; Sasha and Connie are positioned at Arminâs bar cart, violently shaking two cocktail shakers apiece; Reiner, Bertholdt, Marco, and Jean are on the couch, arguing over something sports-related. With a sinking stomach, you notice that thereâs only one unoccupied seat left in the room.
âMy two favorite lovebirds!â Sasha cries, abandoning her cocktail shakers and rushing over to give you a hug. Upon Sashaâs impact, Eren drops his arm and grabs your hand thatâs closest to him as a substitute, never taking his hands off of you. His actions are pointed, purposeful; every pair of eyes in the room looks between the two of you in surprise. You can practically feel a hazel-tinted laser beam burning a hole into your forehead. âYou guys are so late; honeymoon phase gotcha already?â
âLaying it on a little thick, Sash,â you whisper into Sashaâs ear, cheeks burning. To your chagrin, Eren only curls his mouth in response.
âWhat?â Connie frowns, still shaking his drinks. âHow long has that been a thing?â
You pause, your heart nearly stopping. You should have made up a story, you realize, something to explainâ
âJust a few weeks.â The still-strange weight of Erenâs arm around your shoulder returns, and his jade eyes rest on you, adoration beaming through his always-cool gaze. Against your will, butterflies start dancing in your stomach; apparently Erenâs quite the actor.
âYeah,â you jump in, grateful for Erenâs lead, âwe just wanted to feel it out before we told everyone, thatâs all.â
âSasha knew.â Mikasa raises a suspicious eyebrow. Annie smirks at the two of you, a knowing look on her face.
âItâs about time.â Marco appears from the kitchen with a huge bowl of tortilla chips in one hand and salsa in the other. âGood for you guys.â
You canât help yourself, finally meeting Jeanâs eyes. Heâs openly scowling at you, which is to be expected; where Eren is a criminally smooth liar, Jean wears his heart on his sleeve. You recognize that face all too well: anger to mask heartbreak, the same face he wore when you used to fight. For the first time, it occurs to you how cruel this plan might be, how Jean might react to you moving on with a mutual friend. Guilt washes over you, cold and heavy.
âThanks for giving me a heads-up before you moved in on my fucking girlfriend, Jaeger,â Jean snips, taking a long swallow of his beer.
The guilt drops away from you as quickly as your jaw; youâve forgotten what a prick Jean can be. Eren has been slowly guiding you over to the singular remaining seat throughout the conversation, and after Jeanâs comment, he tugs you down firmly onto his lap. He rubs a large palm over your thigh, a blatant gesture of ownership.
âNot your girlfriend anymore, Kirschstein.â You can hear the distinct note of pride ringing through his voice, hear the nasty look leveled at Jean without turning to face him. Itâs been fifteen minutes of fake dating, car ride included, and you can already feel the friendship line blurring. Your head spins.
âAnyway,â Armin, ever the gracious host, interrupts, breaking the awkward tension that has settled over the room, âwhat bar does everyone want to head out to later? Connie gets the first pick, being the birthday boy.â
The conversation in the room picks back up into a familial bickering over the eveningâs next destination. All of your friends have become accustomed to the occasional awkward moment over the years now that some of you have begun to couple up; Mikasa and Annie especially are notorious for bickering like an old married couple, no matter whoâs around.
âI need a drink,â you murmur to Eren, moving to stand.
âDo you mind getting me one, babe? Donât want to lose our seat.â Eren pecks you on the cheek, smiling up at you as if everything about your situation right now is normal, natural for him. Jeanâs eyes follow you every step of the way, and your face burns.
Over the years youâve been friends with him, itâs never been lost on you that Erenâs attractive, not after the dozens of women he ran through in his college years. Peeking over your shoulder now, however, feels like youâre seeing him for the first time, seeing him the way the world sees him. Heavy-set dark brows frame his bright eyes beautifully, his jawâs grown sharp and severe, and his lips are soft and pouty, stretching into a wicked smirk with sharp canines. He had grown into a heartbreaker, and heâs your best friend and now fake boyfriendâ you swat away your private admiration as soon as it comes, taking a deep breath to center yourself and rifling through the bar cart in a daze.
âWant me to make you one?â Sasha waves a bright red concoction under your nose. âConnie and I made them- it has three different types of liquor in it, and you canât taste any of it!â
One sip of the tiny cocktail straw has your nose wrinkling in disgust. Youâve worked behind a bar since the day you turned twenty-one, and the drink Sashaâs offering you tastes like an overly-syruped nightmare. âUmâŠno, thatâs okay Sash. Iâll probably just stick to beer.â
Connie sticks his tongue out at you. âBoring!â
Predictably, Sasha pouts. âOkay, but weâre definitely making you take a shot. We can chill it in the kitchen, want to help me get some ice?â
Holding up a bottle of tequila, she cocks her head toward the kitchen and wobbles her eyebrows madly. You almost laugh; anyone who canât pick up on a hint from Sasha is walking around with earplugs and their eyes closed.
âFine. Let me just grab Eren a beer, and Iâll meet you in there.â
âUgh, couples,â Connie rolls his eyes, wandering over to fiddle with the dusty karaoke machine that Armin claims broke years ago. Youâve always been dubious as to the truth of that, but knowing your friends, you canât blame him.
Opening the cooler, you smile to yourself; Armin remembered your favorite IPA from the brewery down the road and stocked the cooler accordingly, nestling a few Hazy Dazeâs between Reiner and Bertholdtâs domestics. You pick your way through the haphazard seating arrangements back over to Eren, holding a cold Budweiser bottle towards him. He pauses in his conversation with Reiner, grabbing your hand that holds the beer and removing it from your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, brushing them over in a light kiss. He looks you up and down lecherously as he does it, a dangerous curve to his lips.
You return a weak half-smile, doing your best to not appear outwardly shaken by Erenâs behavior and keep the what the fuck? thoughts from showing plainly on your face. Eren waves you off to the kitchen with a light pat on your bottom, innocent as ever.
âHowâs it going?â Sasha asks, safe now in the privacy of the kitchen. Her face is already full-flush with excitement and that awful cocktail she was sipping.
âI mean, it seems like everyoneâs buying it. Jean looks pissed, though.â
âWhat were you expecting? Heâs always thought Eren had a thing for you.â
âEveryone thinks Eren has a thing for me,â you roll your eyes, âat least itâs working in my favor now.â
Sasha fixes you with a glare, wobbling slightly. âIf you donât think Eren actually has a thing for you, you must be blind. Deaf, too.â
âSashaââ
âI mean, even if you hadnât told me, I would have fallen for it. Is it not, like, weird for you guys? That itâs just natural for you two toââ Sasha burps, interrupting herself, and giggles. âJust makes ya think.â
âSasha!â Connie calls from the living room. âLetâs do Eye of the Tiger first!â
âWoo!â Sasha shouts, abandoning you and running into the room to take part in the newly-revived karaoke festivities.
You stand alone in the kitchen, shell-shocked by Sashaâs observations. The truly irritating thing is that sheâs entirely right. Not only do Erenâs little kisses here and there, the constant touching, even the pet names come naturally, it almost feelsâŠnice. Itâs as easy for you to receive his affection as it is for him to give it. You peek around the corner, grimacing at Sasha and Connieâs amplified wailing, just wanting to look at him. Really look at him.
Kicked back, beer in hand and jacket thrown over the back of his chair, Eren oozes charisma. Even doing nothing but holding a conversation with Mikasa, the room gravitates around him. Jeanâs angry glare never leaves him; Armin has switched to drinking Budweiser, even though you know he hates it; Annieâs nodding along with whatever Erenâs saying; even Sasha and Connie are angling their performance around him, alternating between singing together and holding their microphones towards him, trying to elicit a reaction. He has this undeniable magnetic force, one that you arenât exempt from.
Youâd met him nearly a decade ago, in high school, and initially couldnât stand him. His hair-trigger temper had hardly cooled with age, and his ego had gotten unthinkably larger, but you grew to find both of them charmingâ to a degree. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, Eren was the one cleaning you up and getting you drunk after every bad breakup, introducing you to all of your favorite sports teams and lending you jerseys for the games; hell, he even read that smutty fairy fantasy series youâd been obsessed with in college. Had the man you attempted Star Wars marathons with until you both fell asleep really looked like that the entire time?
He catches your stare, beckoning you over with one long, crooked finger. As his girlfriend for the night, you have to obey, even though you would much rather roll your eyes at the cliche.
âMissed you,â he mumbles as you sit back on his lap, breath hot against the shell of your ear.
âYou too,â you respond accordingly, wrapping your arm lovingly around his shoulder. Erenâs eyes flit down to your cleavage, but knowing him, itâs impossible to discern if itâs part of the act, or Eren being himself.
His hands rest comfortably over the casing of your pants, one on your thigh and one on the small of your back, one thumb rubbing circles into your soft flesh. Reveling in the drag of his rings over your clothed body, you couldnât help but wonder how theyâd feel on your bare skin, on your throat, on yourâ
Surprising yourself at the dirty direction of your thoughts, you swallow your beer too quickly, coughing. Eren, who had coincidentally been taking a sip at the same time, laughs at you mid-sip, choking beside you and spraying beer out of his nose.
The entire room bursts into laughter; Eren regains his composure and joins in good-naturedly. You giggle along, relief coursing over your body. Sure, Eren might look a little extra handsome tonight and be a bit touchy because you asked him to, but heâs still Eren.
âTheyâre practically in sync already.â Hitch, Marcoâs girlfriend who had apparently joined the party while Sasha and you were in the kitchen, rests her face on her hand dreamily.
âItâs a little freaky,â Annie observes with narrowed eyes, but the slight curve of her lip betrays her. Not only were they believing your little farce, but they were happy for you. Thatâs enough to make you flush a little, realizing how naturally everyoneâs just accepted your fake relationship. Everyone but one person, at least.
Jean suddenly stands, ripping a beer from the cooler and storming into the kitchen. The laughter dies as quickly as it had come, everyone exchanging nervous looks.
âIâll go talk to him,â Eren offers, nudging you off of his lap. You blanch.
âEren, I donât know if you should-â
âItâs fine,â Eren drops a soft peck on your forehead, walking away before you can stop him. You meet Mikasaâs eyes, wide and concerned. To everyone else, Erenâs walking calmly, not a hint of aggression in his gait. But you know him, know him well enough to catch the anger simmering in his eyes, quiet, but there.
Jean and Eren have always been friends, albeit reluctant ones at first, but too similar where it counted not to get along. That had abruptly come to a halt when you had fallen for Jean. At first Eren had been confused, but over time that confusion had melted into constant irritation. Jean and you were wrong for one another, you know that in hindsight, but at the time, you had chalked all the fighting up to a passionate relationship. The constant tears had driven Eren nearly to a breaking point; multiple times you had begged him not to bring his frustration to physical blows. And now, your fake-boyfriend slash best friend and ex-boyfriend with the two worst tempers out of everyone you know are âtalkingâ. You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to keep the worry in your chest.
âAre you alright?â The question comes from Armin, whoâs placed a steadying hand on your shoulder. âIâm sorry that Jean isnât taking the news well.â
âThereâs no news,â Mikasa says low enough for none of the others to hear over the music, now standing directly behind Armin.
A neat little cross appears between Arminâs eyebrows. âTheyâre-â
âFaking,â she interrupts Armin, âthey arenât dating.â
Armin stammers, trying to correct her and apologize to you for her at the same time, but you just sigh. âHowâd you know?â
âOne of you would have told me,â she shrugs, âor at least Iâd like to think you would.â
âItâs justâŠI couldnât bear to show up alone, not with Jean here and apparently sleeping around since the breakup.â You cross your arms over your chest, grabbing your own shoulders tightly. Itâs your fault, you know it is, but you had only wanted to feel a little less pathetic, a little less heartbroken. Drama had been an unfortunate and unexpected side effect.
âWhy would Eren agree to that? It seems silly,â Armin muses, noticing your glare and immediately turning bright red, âI- I donât mean youâre silly, just, you shouldnât-â
âYou know.â Mikasa bumps him. The slightest hint of a smile plays on her face, a knowing look directed at you. You frown, trying to look confused through the pink rising to your face.
A loud crash from the kitchen catches all of your attention, saving you from an uncomfortable line of conversation but making your heart beat that much faster. Dashing to the kitchen door, the entire house party hot on your heels, your thundering heart sinks.
Eren has Jean pinned up against Arminâs cabinets, forearm tight against the other manâs neck. Jeanâs still seething at Eren, raw ego washing against the cool anger blazing in Erenâs eyes.
âNeed to learn how to watch your fucking mouth, Kirschsteinââ
âEren!â Your voice is surprisingly firm, given the nauseating mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and panic swirling in your stomach. âLet him go!â
âDo you want to tell her what you said, or should I?â Eren hisses, nudging into Jean further. Jeanâs eyes dart to you, back to Eren, and for a fleeting moment, you have hope that maybe this all can be resolved peacefully. And then Jean makes a fatal mistake.
He spits directly in Erenâs face.
Just as Eren swings, Reiner collides with the two, just barely catching Eren by his forearm before he can make contact with Jeanâs cheek. Bertholdt, as always, is Reinerâs shadow, grabbing Eren by the shoulders and wrenching him away from Jean. It takes Connie, Reiner, Marco, and Bertholdt to restrain both of them, Armin standing in the middle and shouting how ridiculous the fight is above the curses.
âItâs my fucking birthday, Jean, come on bro!â Connie growls, pinning Jean to the cabinets with his back.
âJaeger- back off!â Reiner manages to pull him back a few inches, hardly able to contain Eren, whoâs struggling furiously, in his massive arms. Jean finally relents, slouching into the multiple arms holding him back. After several seconds, Eren does the same, never taking his eyes off of Jean. Into the shocked silence, Armin bravely speaks first.
âMaybe we should leave,â he suggests awkwardly, âtake the party elsewhere.â
You pity him, poor Armin and his hosting inclination. Eren finally turns to face you. The wrath laid bare in his eyes sends a chill over your body.
âWe are,â he spits, sparing Jean one last threatening glance before storming over, grabbing you harshly by the wrist, and practically dragging you towards the door.
âEren, waitââ you try to reason with him and dig your heels in, but itâs fruitless. Erenâs strong, stronger than you, and you donât stand a chance stopping him now that his mindâs made up.
He doesnât drop the act at the car, ripping your car door open, waiting impatiently for you to step into your seat, and slamming the door behind you. As soon as he turns the ignition, the same angry rock music you had listened to on the way over blasts from the speakers; Eren makes no move to turn it down and neither do you. After so many years together, his temper rarely scares you anymore; itâs more of a nuisance than anything when it flares. You stare out of the window, seething with anger, arms crossed and foot tapping.
Five minutes into the drive, you realize Eren isnât taking you to your house, but to his. What heâs thinking, you canât be sure, but you go ahead and start making your plans to give him an earful and call your Uber the moment you get there. You just canât wrap your mind around why he would attack Jean and embarrass you like thatâ Eren may have been a hothead, but rarely did he let his temper escalate to that degree, especially against a friend.
Eren whips his car into the driveway, parking with such force you nearly knock your head against the headrest. You reach for your door handle, ready to throw it open, but Erenâs faster. He hits the child lock button and slams his own door behind him, storming around the car.
âThe fucking child lock button?â You leap out of your seat once heâs opened your door, glaring up at him with your fists curled by your sides. âIs that what I am, Eren, a child?â
âCome inside.â Erenâs voice is low, dangerous. Youâre too angry to indulge his temper.
âNo,â you snap, âIâm going home.â
No sooner have you pulled your phone out to call an Uber than Eren snatches it from you, sliding it into his pocket. He repeats himself, more forceful this time. âCome inside.â
You stand rooted to the spot for a beat, so angry you arenât sure what you want to do more: run home, punch him, or kick his precious car headlight in. Eren simply glares down his strong nose at you, face unreadable as ever, rage still glittering in his eyes.
âCome inside, please,â Eren repeats himself again through gritted teeth. You decide youâll indulge him and go inside, hear him out, and then punch him. At least itâll catch him off guard, and youâll have a better chance of getting your shot in. Without another word, you stomp up the walkway to his house, into the house, and into the kitchen, shoving your shoes off. Stupid fucking kitchens, you think to yourself, kicking your bare foot against the base of his kitchen island. Immature, but the little burst of violence feels good.
Whether Erenâs house smells like him or Eren smells like his house youâve never been able to decide. The distinct scent of him envelops you: a boyish, sharp smell, laced with a hint of the weed he kept in the living room. Ordinarily itâs a comforting smell, but tonight, it nearly makes you sick with irritation. Fighting with Eren is something you do rarely, but you know the both of you well enough to buckle down. Arguing with Eren means you have a long, nasty, and emotionally gutting night ahead of you. Youâre more than ready, fists shaking by your side.
âWhat the hell was that, Eren?â
He doesnât answer, swinging the fridge open and grabbing a beer. He twists the top, tossing it aside carelessly and taking a healthy swig, bun bouncing on the back of his head, making no move to acknowledge your presence.
âAnswer me!â Your voice rattles the cabinets. âYeah, was the fake dating a stupid idea? Sure, fine, it was stupid, but starting a fucking fight with Jean on poor Connieâs birthdayââ
âYou didnât hear what he said,â Eren says simply, still chugging his beer and avoiding your gaze.
âWhat could he have said to make you do that? What was so awful that you had toââ
âIt was about you.â Eren finally brings his eyes to yours, staring you down through the little hairs that have escaped his bun with such intensity that it nearly knocks you clean on your ass.
Your heart stutters. âYouâ what did he say?â
âTold me if I wanted to taste your âslutty pussyâ so bad, I could just smell his breath. Sâwhy he spit in my face.â Erenâs fingers wrap and unwrap around the beer bottle anxiously.
Your mouth drops agape, tears immediately springing to your eyes. No, you set your resolve, praying your body cooperates. âHeâŠhe said that?â
âWhy didnât you tell me youâd been fucking him?â Eren spares you another scalding look. Your temper flares at his anger, one fire against another.
âExcuse me?â
âDonât play dumb,â Eren snaps, âthis whole thing was your idea. What am I to you, just some toy you can dangle in front of your pussyboy ex boyfriend? How long have you been fucking him?â
âI havenât been fucking him,â you hiss, âhe lied because he was jealous. And youâre not some toy, youâreâ youâre my best friend. I needed you.â
Eren freezes, eyeing you across the kitchen. His expression has changed, infinitesimally so, a pinch of the fury fading from his face but none of the heat. It strikes you that in the years youâve known him, heâs never looked at you like this before, not once. âSay it again.â
âYouâre myââ
âThe other thing.â
âI needed you.â
âAgain.â
âI neededâ fuck, Eren, what is this? Some kind of game?â
He stalks toward you, silhouetted by the light behind him and looking sinful, closing you in. Heâs forceful and shameless as he backs you into the counter, as quintessentially Eren as he can be. âSay it one more time.â
âIâŠneeded you,â you indulge him, brain slowing down to pick up each little detail. His cologneâ when did he start wearing cologne?â musky and thick in the air, one of his tattoos peeking above the collar of his shirt, the tangible sensation of emerald eyes dragging along every inch of you.
âI like the way you say that,â his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. You stare blatantly. His mouth is red, pouty, and full, bottom lip a little chapped from where he was chewing it in the car. âThat you need me.â
Words are lost on you; even if you could gather something to say, it would probably get stuck in your throat the moment it materialized. His presence is choking you. He brings one of those massive hands up, cupping your jaw, running a thumb over your lip. His posture, looming over you, is demanding, almost hungry.
âDo you still?â
âStill?â
âNeed me.â
You blink, eyes still watery. âHow?â
âYouâre a smart girl,â Eren murmurs, hot breath laced with beer fanning over your face, âyou know. Youâve always known.â
You do know. When he ghosted a hand over your thighs at the bar, when you fell asleep on his chest watching a movie, the way he had kissed your head, nearly fought Jean, protected you at every twist and turn. You had kept it relegated to the recesses of your brain, slid a hand between your legs and allowed it to simmer to the surface, maybe for a moment, before pushing it back down. You had always known. He has you on the edge of a cliff, and with a thin gasp, you understand him now: he wants you to jump. And so do you.
âI still need you. Now.â
Something critical snaps in both of you. The countertop digs into your lower back, a beautiful, aching pain blooming up your spine to meet the sting of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Heâs kissing you; this magnetic, maddening man is kissing you, hard. Itâs all tongue and teeth, fingers wrapping in hair, hands exploring familiar places in a new way. Greedy, demanding sounds slip through his teeth as he paws at your clothes, squeezes your curves through the silken shirt Sasha had lent you.
âThis shirt is ridiculous,â Eren pants into your mouth, âwish I wasnât about to rip it off of you.â
A little whimper leaves your mouth at that, and your knees buckle. Eren catches you, grabbing you by your torso and lifting you up onto the kitchen counter; you use the extra height to wrap your legs around his hips. A groan from deep in Erenâs chest rumbles against your lips as he rolls his clothed cock insistently against you. The low, simmering heat in your stomach catches fire; heâs big, even through both of your pants, rubbing himself into where you need him most. A hand creeps up your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing you to look up at him. It hits you how large he is; six feet and some change of taut, corded muscle, bad intentions, temptation.
His voice is quiet and controlled, so close to your face that his nose moves against yours as he speaks. âIâm going to take you to my room. If thatâs not okay with you, I need you to say it right now.â
You nod urgently, relishing the burn in your scalp where he holds your hair tight. âI want it- want you.â
Eren slides you off of the kitchen counter and holds you firmly around his waist, making a beeline for his room. You mouth at his neck, enjoying the little grunts he makes against your ear. You drop unceremoniously onto the bed, left to watch as he tears off his shirt.
Oh, and do you watch. Itâs difficult to comprehend that your best friend is the man standing above you. Youâve seen him shirtless countless times, but not like this: chest heaving, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, muscles flexing as he reaches for your shirt, ripping it from you and tossing it away. Your eyes draw towards the defined v leading down beneath his jeans, and you wonder how it might taste under your tongue.
Your bra comes next, Eren moving down to take your lips in his again as he deals with the clasp. He pushes you onto your back, kissing down your neck, sneaking harsh bites in between the gentle presses of his lips.
âCareful, Erenâ youâll leave marks,â you gasp, pulling at his hair.
âGood,â Eren replies against your neck, emphasizing his point with another deep bite to your neck, âyou wanted everyone to think I was your little boyfriend, didnât you? Let them see.âÂ
Your panties grow damp and hot against your core at that; you have no other response than to choke out a stunted moan.
âFuck, you have no idea,â he growls, traveling down, teeth scraping the top of your breast, âwhat you do to me. How long Iâve wanted you.â
Your mind falters, caught in the crosswires of Erenâs confession and the way youâre clutching his head to your breasts, fingers desperately threaded in his dark hair and pulling him as close as you could get him. His mouth is so hot it burns, even against your feverish skin.Â
âRememberâŠâ Eren muses, mouthing his way down your stomach, âremember college? When youâd wear those slutty little dresses out?â
âI remember,â you breathe, impatient and urging him towards your lower half.
âUsed to come home from the bar and jerk myself off, thinking about this sweet little cunt,â Eren tears your pants down your legs, panties following, âcould practically see it in those short ass dresses. Iâd cum thinking about how youâd sound when I stuck my tongue in it.â
A lewd whine rips out of your throat before you can stop it. Erenâs pressing your thighs open now, and his words and the quick little swipes heâs making across your clit are making you dizzy.
âFuckâŠâ Eren trails off, eyes wide, âgot such a pretty pussy. Just look at you.â
âEren, please,â youâve never been the begging type, but the bright green eyes peering up at you from where your legs are propped open by broad, strong shoulders take your sense away.
âIâve got you,â he shushes you, grinning as he leans into your center. A thick stripe of a lick up the center elicits a groan from you both. âSo fucking sweet. Knew you would be.â
Eren hooks his arms around your legs, dragging you down the bed to be flush with his face. Erenâs no amateur when it comes to women, you know that, but you had never dared to let yourself imagine what that might translate to in practice.
He licks little figure-eights around your clit, not quite hitting it; heâs teasing you, the antagonist that he is. You tremble under him, little gasps and whimpers puffing out of your lips. Eren smiles contentedly against your pussy, nose flush with your clit, nudging against it rhythmically as he licks through your folds, circling your entrance. You bring your hands down your body, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and pulling him closer to you; you donât even know what you want, the singular word more ringing in your head like a church bell.
Eren chuckles. âYou need something?â
âStop fucking with me,â you breathe, inwardly cringing at the desperation in your voice, laid bare for him to see. You brace yourself, looking down to meet his eyes, and instantly regret it. The anger has faded entirely from his face, replaced by an unyielding hunger. A wet, wicked smile plays at his mouth; you can physically feel your cunt dripping just at the sight of him.
âYou want me to stop fucking with you?â
âPlease, Eren, I need youââ
âThatâs all you had to say.â
And then, like he does with everything else in his life, Eren licks into you like his life depends on it, like heâs trying to drown himself in you. His tongue pushes in and out of your hole, swirling around your clit, and you can distantly hear the most obscene sounds youâve ever heard slipping from your mouth. Heâs so good, better than youâve had in years; you throw your head back against the bedspread, hardly able to focus on breathing.
Just when you think it canât get any more intense, Eren slides one long finger inside of you, curling it against a spongy spot in your walls that makes you see stars. He chuckles at the loud, long moan that you let out.
âMy girl likes being full, doesnât she?â He pumps his finger slowly, testing your limits. Your walls clutch down on him, begging.
âM-more,â you stutter, barely able to form a coherent word through your panting.
âWhat was that?â You can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.
âI needâ fuckâ I need more.â
âMagic word?â
âPlease, Eren, fuck!â
âGood, good girl,â he coos, pushing another finger into you, âso sweet and needy for me, yeah?â
Your eyes fly open at the stretch, the fullness of his fingers moving inside you. His other hand comes up to push on your lower stomach; your head snaps up, and you frown at him, panicked.
âW-what are youâ oh,â you hate yourself for it, but you canât even speak as he applies pressure onto your abdomen. You feel strange; itâs just right and too much all at once. The familiar bubble of an impending orgasm swells in the pit of your stomach, but itâs more intense, wetter than youâve ever felt it.Â
âClose?â
âMhm,â you force out through gritted teeth. Eren moves his elbow slightly, just enough to bear down on your hip bone where youâre pushing your hips up towards him unwittingly. âBut it- it feels weirdâŠI, I canâtââ
âSh,â he murmurs, mouth back against your clit, âyou can do it, just for me, I know you can. Itâs going to feel so good, youâll see.â
Your eyes roll back in your head as you teeter on the precipice, blood roaring in your ears. You want to, you need toâ
âCum all over my fucking face baby, give it to me.â
The band in you snaps, your eyes rolling back into your head. You can feel your cunt spasming around his fingers, pushing something out. Liquid sprays from you, all over Erenâs face, soaking the sheets beneath you. You canât even hear the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth, too surprised at the gushing orgasm. It finally winds down, and once you gather the energy, you shove insistently at his hand still pumping in and out of your sensitive pussy.
âYou have the messiest little cunt,â Eren chuckles at you, wiping his face and kissing his way back up to your gasping mouth, âknew you were a squirter.â
He lands a few gentle taps against your sore pussy, and you flinch.Â
âIâIâve neverâŠâ you take a shaky breath in between every word, ânever done that before.â
Pride illuminates his face. âReally? I knew you could do itâ just for me, right?â
You nod, sitting up on trembling elbows. âYour cock, Iâ I want it in my mouth. Please let me.â
You reach down to fumble with the button of his jeans, but Eren grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up to kiss it gently. âNext time. Iâd never forgive myself if I busted before I got to fuck you.â
Too overwhelmed to answer, you simply nod again, sitting back as he shimmies his pants off. Once you catch sight of it, your mouth waters. Heâs big, bigger than you thought, wide enough to where your fingers wouldnât touch if you grabbed it, and long enough to make you gag. The thought goes straight between your legs, cunt still throbbing and clutching around nothing, and a rush of anticipation washes over you.
Eren flips you over onto your stomach, shoving a couple of pillows underneath your hips to prop your ass up. âChrist,â he exhales, landing a sharp smack to your ass.
âPlease, Eren- oh!â You jump; Erenâs circling your asshole, using the mess youâve already made as lube to pop the tip of his thumb in. âErenâŠâ
âYouâd let me fuck you there, one day, I bet,â he mutters, more to himself than to you, you think. Your body tenses in response, the memory of your first glance at his cock fresh in your mind. Eren swears under his breath. âMaybe next time, then.â
You hear him spit, hear the slick sounds of him lathering himself up. You have a brief moment to think to yourself, with the last glimmering shreds of consciousness in your orgasm-dazed mind, that this is Eren. This is your best friend, pinning you to the bed by the back of your neck, rubbing your lower back, admiring you, fucking you. And then the head of his cock is pressing into you, and that last little bit of hesitation gives way.
âOh, baby,â Eren bends over you to growl in your ear, ânever gonna forgive you for keeping this perfect pussy from me all these years.â
âEren, itâs soâ oh my god,â you trail off, eyes rolling back into your head as a few more inches of him sink into you. The way your body stretches for him, the way he fills you, is unbelievable, sweetened by just the slightest burning sensation.
âFuck,â he hisses, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck, âyou feel so fucking good. Best Iâve ever had.â
You whine at that, pushing your hips back into his and forcing him to bottom out. Eren swears against your skin, nearly collapsing on top of you. Your cunt pulses around him, desperately trying to hold him. You can hardly fathom the weight of him inside you; youâre just so full, the word runs through your mind on a loop.
And when he rolls his hips into yoursâ you nearly start praying. He drags against your walls so nicely, you nearly cum again then and there. He works up a torturously slow rhythm, grinding his hips into yours. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying your hardest to suppress the obscene groan about to leave your mouth. You taste blood.
âNever giving this pussy up,â Eren grunts above you, ânever letting you give this to anybody else again. Itâs mine, isnât it?â
You nod into the pillow beneath your head, tears pricking at your eyes. Heâs picking up the pace now, and the exquisite push-and-pull rhythm of Eren moving inside of you coupled with the fact that itâs Eren moving inside of you is destroying any semblance of intelligent conversation you can muster.
âSay itâs mine,â his face is beside yours now. A hand grabs your hair, turning your face towards him. You know how dazed you must look, mouth open in a permanent gasp, eyes watery and full of hearts. âGod, you look fucking incredible. Say it.â
âMyâŠmy pussy is,â you swallow hard around the delicious knot of shame in your throat, âyours. Itâs yours.â
âThatâs my girl,â Eren sits back up, thrusting even faster, âmy pussy, my girl. Isnât that right?â
âYes,â you pant, canting your hips back against his, feeling your next orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Eren understands, already knows your body as well as he knows you, and moves the angle of his hips just so to hit that spot he had found so quickly with his fingers earlier. You keen, drooling into the pillow, letting him fuck you stupid.
Eren shoves you over the edge for the second time that night. Itâs toe curling, almost violent in nature, the way you cum around him, listening to him hiss as you tighten around him, vice-like. He fucks you through your orgasm for just long enough to see you through it, and flips you onto your back the moment you begin to twitch and shove at his hips, desperate for a break.
You slowly blink your eyes open in surprise, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, expecting to see Eren lining himself up, ready to fuck you senseless once more. Instead, heâs studying you, wiping a tear from your face, licking it off of his finger. Thereâs a moment happening here, an important one, one you donât have the mental capacity to absorb right now.
âI want to see you now,â Eren says quietly, âneed to see your pretty face when I cum, mâkay?â
You nod dumbly, not knowing how to respond to him in the thick air hanging between you. Before Eren can get any more words out of his open mouth, a loud ring startles you both.
Your phone is buzzing on the floor where it fell from Erenâs pocket; the name on the screen nearly stops your heart. Jean.
You stare into Erenâs eyes, a long, silent beat passes between you both. Your hazy mind is scrambling, grasping at anything you can say to take his mind off of the awkward interruption, but to your surprise, Eren cracks a grin. Itâs a wicked grin, prettier than the devil himself and twice as evil.
âYour other boyfriend calling? Checking up on you?â
âHeâs not my-â
âBetter not be. Not after what I did to you tonight,â Erenâs voice drips with ego. Something in his eyes is territorial, carnal.
You find your words, but they come out quiet. âHeâs not. Never again.â
Erenâs grin grows darker. Heâs nudging your knees apart with his own, reaching down and pulling one of your legs to wrap around his waist. Heâs pushing himself in now, the ringing of your phone fading into the background as the all-encompassing stretch of Eren inside you takes over your thoughts.
âSuch a good girl,â he coos, thumbing at your bottom lip, âsuch a good mouth. Always telling me what I want to hear.â
You nod again, urgently this time, pulling your other leg up to hook them around his waist, hold him inside you, make sure he never leaves again. Youâre addicted already; addicted to the pressure in your abdomen, addicted to the way his tip kisses your cervix, addicted to the taste of his sweat as you lick a strip of it from his face, cheekbone to temple.
âIâŠâ you arenât sure how to articulate how good it is, how good he is. A defeated laugh of your own making interrupts you. âYou feel so fucking good. I feel so fucking good right now.â
âGod, just look at you, all fucked out for me. You love it, donât you?â Eren kisses your forehead, face to face with you after propping his elbows on either side of your face. âLove how I fuck you like a whore, donât you? Tell me, baby.â
âI love it,â your voice is quivering, and youâre vaguely aware of tears streaming down your face. Youâre overstimulated, you at least know that, but he just feels so good that asking him to stop seems more painful than letting him keep hammering into you.
âMy pretty baby, youâre so fucking perfect,â Eren rambles, âso pretty when you cry for me.â
You canât break away from his gaze, not through the tears or the rapid-fire speed of him fucking into you. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up; Erenâs letting a flurry of little grunts and groans fly out, grabbing onto your cheek with one hand.
âGonna cum soon,â he huffs, hips still pistoning into you hard enough to hurt, âgonna cum in your pussy, really make it mine, okay?â
âOkay,â you whimper, clamping down on him at the mere thought of it.
âFuck, you like that donât you?â He seethes against your forehead, thrusts beginning to falter. âYou want to be mine? Want this pretty cunt stuffed full of my cum?â
You can feel him getting closer now, sloppy thrusts punching into your cervix, the ache of bruises forming on your inner thighs as he uses you, chasing his orgasm. You force your eyes open, meeting bright, hypnotizing green. Your voice is going to break, you know it, you hate it, you love him for it. âIâ I want to be yours. P-please cum in me Eren, I need it.â
He slams into you one last time, holding his hips as tightly to yours as he can manage, cumming deep inside you with a breathless curse. You arch your back, relishing the feel of his cum in you, warm and filling. Even in your fucked-out mind, you know itâs a lot; you can feel the drip of it, seeping out around his cock and down onto the sheets. The leaden collapse of his body into yours, the gradual softening of him inside you, grounds you, pulling you down from the clouds and back into the bed.
Itâs Eren on top of you, sweaty skin clinging to yours, his cum that you begged him for leaking out of your abused pussy. Your eyes shoot open. Heâs incredibly heavy, your breath still coming out in short puffs as you try to catch it. He slides out of you; one last pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you find yourself empty.
âHoly shit,â Eren breathes out into the tension, a humorless and exhausted laugh punctuating his statement. As he rolls off of you, youâre overcome with the urge to smack him.
âThatâs one way of putting it.â You scrounge around in the bed, trying to find the edge of the sheets to cover yourself with. Eren lays beside you, arm tossed over his eyes, as if the entire axis of your friendship hadnât just flipped on its head. After a beat, you speak your mind, testing the waters. âI should probably call Jean back.â
That catches his attention. Eren sits up, scowling at you. âWhy?â
âMaybe he wants to apologize.â
Eren snorts, rolling off of the bed and pulling you up with him, bridal-style; you arenât sure where heâs taking you, but all the fightâs been fucked out of you, and you melt into his arms, eyes falling closed. âWho fucking cares?â
âI might,â you answer quietly, adjusting to the heat radiating off of his body. When your eyes open, you realize heâs carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. Your heart thuds sadly in your chest, overcome with so many emotions you couldnât begin to name them if you tried. You almost want to cry again, for a different reason now.
Eren sits you on the toilet, not responding to your small confession. He drops to his knees before you, reaches a long arm behind him over to the fixtures on his obscenely large bathtub, pushing the plug in and turning the water on. You draw your knees up to your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed. Satisfied with the water temperature, Eren turns back to you, one hand placed firmly on each of your kneecaps.
âYou donât need him,â he says, solemn as youâve ever seen him, âand from what I saw tonight, you donât even want him. You know that now, right?â
Thereâs something about the way he says it, a hidden thread of pleading woven into his words. Your exhausted brain holds onto that, but your heart refuses to believe in it, broken and beating wildly in your chest.
âI justââ
âI meant it, you know,â Eren avoids your direct gaze, eyes flitting over every feature on your face, âIâve been thinking about this for a long time. Meant every word of it.â
You pause, wondering absentmindedly if he can hear the pounding of your pulse. âReally?â
âWe donât need to get into it now,â he shrugs, âbut you know that. You know Iâd do anything for you. You know Iâd treat you well. âM not a bad guy.â
Your chest aches. âI know, but Erenââ
âSo that wasnât the best sex youâve ever had in your life?â He fixes you with a singular, raised eyebrow, so serious that you giggle in his face.
âYou might have me there.â
âBetter than horseface?â
âWatch it.â
The light returns to his eyes; it loosens a hard little piece in your chest, flooding you with warmth. It hits you just how much you love that little sparkle amongst the green, just how much you would give to see it as often as you can. âWe wonât talk about it, for now at least. Iâll get us cleaned up, and we can go watchââ
âMamma Mia,â you blurt, hopeful.
âNo fucking shot. But we can watch something else of your choosing, if you let me eat you out again.â
âEren!â You smack his shoulder, scandalized. Both of you laugh; your fake outrage is twice as funny considering the state of you right now, smeared makeup and bruises on your neck.
He grins crookedly back at you. âThatâs not a no.â
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spidermanâs sweetheartÂ
spider!eren x f!readerÂ
you find yourself helping out your friendly neighborhood spiderman
content: spiderman au!, mentions of violence/blood/injury, a very corny spider gang, pieck + hange best girlfriends and aunts, they keep calling the female titan a pervert, the iconic spiderverse monologue at the end
an: based on a request I received from @cutiejg hope you like it sweetie pie!!!! ur request made me so excited I just had to write it now bc I LOVE LOVE LOVE SPIDERMANÂ
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Erenâs late. Heâs late, heâs late, heâs late.Â
His skateboards not moving him nearly fast enough and the stupid fucking school security stopping him every ten feet isnât helping him either. And the cracks in the pavement slowing him down and the soreness from last night arenât exactly boosters either.Â
When he reaches the basketball courts, he sees you sitting there and feels his heart drop - black sunglasses perched on your face, your hair glowing in the sun, and your nose stuck in a book. As he walks up, he instantly recognizes the cover of the book youâre reading - The Heir to the Jedi - one of his favorite novels from when he was younger.Â
He picks up his skateboard from the ground, running his hand through his hair one time before he clears his throat to get your attention. He watches intently as look up, giving him a smile as you yank your earbuds out of your ears.Â
âHi. Iâm Eren. Eren Yeager. From the yearbook? We uh- went to elementary school together. And middle school. The same class too - with that hardass Mr. Levi? And uh-Iâm sorry Iâm late, I just got out of work.âÂ
Work. In his job as the cities most wanted vigilante, Spiderman.Â
Heâs cut off by the sound of you laughing, your nimble fingers pulling your sunglasses off the tip of your nose and pulling them up to hold your hair back.Â
Fuck. This is infinitely harder when youâre making direct eye contact with him, glowing eyes peering into his.Â
âI know who you are, Eren.âÂ
âYou do?âÂ
âOf course, I do. How could I forget the guy who spilled orange juice all over Mr. Levi - the clean freak hardass himselfâs - desk?Â
Eren feels his cheeks burn, embarrassment coursing through his blood as he fumbles with the camera around his neck. Great. All you remember is the time he got yelled at and sent to the principalâs office in seventh grade for being clumsy.Â
Itâs not his fault he spilled the fucking orange juice. You just happened to look at him right at that second, pulling your face up from your textbook, to smile at him and his hands just started sweating and it just happened.Â
âRight, uh- so you like Star Wars?âÂ
He watches you gather your belongings - a pale green waterbottle, your solid black backpack - covered in pins and ribbons as you both head down to the courts. One pin catches his eyes - the signature spider emblem right in the middle. The âI Stand with Spidermanâ pins.Â
A month after he started this whole Spiderman thing, the police chief called a task-force, aimed towards arresting the âspider vigilanteâ that was wrecking havoc. He almost got caught, backed up into a corner during one of his first fights, but the people in the city blocked him off, giving him enough time to get away.Â
It wasâŠa whole moment. The community, the people - they love Spiderman. So much that they started a whole movement to protect him, started by a group called âThe Lions.â The names corny, but theyâve protected him more times than not soâŠhe appreciates it. And that pin - it means youâre a part of it.Â
Not only are you a part of a group that supports him, but youâre the class president of the school. And heâs the editor in chief of the yearbook. And in your presidential duties, youâve tasked him with joining you at all your club progress meetings to take pictures of each club. Itâs easier to do it together so you donât take up that much time from each club - one meeting to get all the business sorted out.Â
âHuh? Oh! Because of the book. Yeah, my little brother, Falco. Really into that stuff.âÂ
âDoes he have a favorite character?âÂ
âKylo Ren.âÂ
âI was Kylo Ren for Halloween. Armin, Jean, and Connie were the knights.âÂ
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Why the fuck did he just tell you that he was a nerdy fucking Star Wars character for Halloween? Did he seriously just admit that he has the same interests as your fucking eleven year old little brother?Â
âThatâs clever, since it sounds like your name and all. Eren - Ren. Falco and I went as Harry and Hermione.âÂ
âAh. You should be Rey and Finn next year. Because youâre likeâŠ.a ray?âÂ
He watches you turn over to look at him, eyes squinting in confusion.Â
Because sheâs a ray? Eren Yeager, literal fucking spider-human who can swing from literal buildings, and the best he can come up with is youâre a ray. He couldnât even finish the sentence and say ray of sunshine?Â
âIf Iâm a ray, than youâre a segment.âÂ
He laughs so hard, he snorts and itâs literally so fucking embarrassing he wants to crawl in a hole.Â
Math joke. You made a math joke. Because if sheâs a ray, a part of a line that has no fixed end point, then heâs a segment - a line with two distinct end points.Â
Eren tries his best to concentrate, but your sweet honey voice and your soft flowery smell make it hard to pay attention. He snaps the pictures. He walks you to your car. He goes to sleep with a smile on his face.Â
-Â
from y/n l/nÂ
you: eren!!! the basketball pictures are so great. ty for all ur help :â)Â
Armin, Connie, Jean, and Eren all hover their heads over the phone - lying flat on his bed spread - trying their best to write out the best response.Â
This is serious. Erenâs had a crush on you since the fourth grade. And this is his chance.Â
âYou should tell her thank you. And that you want to get coffee with her.âÂ
Connie grabs Armin by the collar of his shirt, nearly strangling him in the process.Â
âAre you fucking kidding, Armin? He might as well say he wants to have sex with her.âÂ
Eren can feel his cheeks heat up as Armin and Connie start arguing, half swatting each other on the face. Arminâs screaming into Connieâs ear, the both of them tangling on the floor now.Â
âWhat the fuck are you on about, Connie? Itâs coffee shop, not a fucking bar.âÂ
Eren webs the two of them off each other, giving them both a smack on the back of the head as they stop.Â
âYou canât web us Eren. Weâre your guys in the chair!âÂ
Originally, Eren had one guy in the chair. Armin. A bloody genius at all things science and technology - he couldnât have designed his web slingers without him. Granted, he tried but they didnât work as well.Â
But then he had to tell Connie. Because Connie had an in at the fabric store, his best friend Sashaâs mom as the primary designer, and he desperately needed someone to design a suit so he could keep his identity a secret. So he told him. Because thatâs the only way Sashaâs mom would agree. If her biological son basically begged her to make a suit.Â
Connieâs a loudmouth. Who told Jean. Who isnât entirely useless. Sure heâs got a pretty big fucking head, but his dad is also a cop - meaning Jean can steal their radio systems so Eren can respond to events faster than them.Â
A spider gang.Â
âYouâre both some big fucking idiots, thatâs what you are. Where the fuck were you raised, Connie? A barn?âÂ
Eren, Connie, and Armin immediately stop talking the second they hear the swishing sound fill the air, turning their heads to find Jean with the phone in his hands. He sent a message.Â
Jeanâs smirking at the three of them, shaking the phone in his hands. Eren immediately stalks over, his eyes boggling out of his fucking sockets when he reads the response.Â
to y/n l/nÂ
eren: thanks bae!Â
âJean Kirstein. Count your fucking days.âÂ
He immediately webs Jean to the wall behind him, slapping across the face one time for good measure as well.Â
âWhat gives? Itâs sweet - calling back to the ray joke you told us about.âÂ
Jean yanks his hand off the drywall, placing the stray webs onto Erenâs bed spread.Â
âThe ray joke? Your dumbass literally responded with âthanks baeââ
Jean sits up, snatching the phone from Erenâs hands as he runs his eyes over the phone again. Jeanâs face turns uncharacteristically pink, an apologetic look on his face. Eren tags him to the wall behind him, spiderwebs holding his wrists up properly to the drywall this time.Â
âTouch my phone again and Iâll web you upside down from the Empire State Building next.âÂ
âIt was autocorrect! I thought I typed ray.âÂ
Eren webs over Jeanâs mouth to prevent him from talking any further. He plops on the floor, head in his hands.Â
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. This canât get any more embarrassing. First he spills that orange juice in front of you and then calls you a ray and is late to meeting with you and now sends you this fucking horrifying text?Â
Youâre going to block him. Youâre going to block him and Erenâs going to lose his chance with you. Eren is most definitely going to hang Jean upside down from the Empire State Building.Â
His phone dings in the air and the three of them - Connie, Armin, and Eren - nearly drop the phone off the fucking bed trying to read the response. Jeanâs voice is muffled against the web - sounding an awful lot like âif itâs a good response, you have to set me up with Mikasaâ
from y/n l/nÂ
you: youâre welcome sweetheart :DDDÂ
Armin and Connie are fucking shaking Eren by the neck, the three of them screaming in the air. Jeanâs still muffling against his web, begging to find out what you responded.Â
Eren ignores that embarrassing heart skip in his chest.Â
 -Â
âWhere is it guys?âÂ
Eren turns up his earpiece, swinging towards the end of the buildings. He could hear the crashing as he was walking back to his apartment, decking into the alley way to suit up.Â
Armin - in all of his fucking genius - created matching earpieces for the four of them to use when Eren was on sight, everyone making sure a base was covered. Armin reported on the casualty, trying his best to think of ways to use the enemies weaknesses to Erenâs advantage.Â
Connie watched the security cams Jean gave him access to, finding the best access route for Eren to get in and out of places. And Jean, in all his annoyingness, kept surveillance on the fucking cops trying to arrest him at every move.Â
âRose Middle School. Apparently, itâs like some fucking superhuman female titan and sheâs giant. Sheâs wrecking through the parks right now.âÂ
âOn it, Armin. Jean and Connie - keep me updated on where the cops are.âÂ
âMake sure a flaming car hits Mr. Levi.âÂ
âShut the fuck up, Jean.âÂ
Eren turns his ear piece down, swinging into his old middle school as he surveys the problem.Â
And Lord have mercy, she is fucking giant. A chiseled titan of pure muscle, striking blue eyes and blonde hair watching him swing through the air. Sheâs currently demolishing the PE equipment, which he imagines canât be too bad, given itâs centuries old.Â
Maybe theyâll finally replace the pickle ball equipment with a real sport - like basketball of volleyball. Eren webs her ankles and arms together first, knocking her down to the side.Â
âHey lady. Have you ever thought about likeâŠputting clothes on? This feels weirdly inappropriate.âÂ
She only roars in response, breaking open the webs around her ankles as she reaches around for him in the air. Eren swings around her, basically flying through the air, as he tags her to the tree behind her. He taps into the ear piece, waiting for a response.Â
âBest idea is to leave her there for now, Eren. Thereâs a kid around the block, make sure heâs okay before you try again.âÂ
âOn it, Armin.âÂ
He swings around the block, to find one pale, blonde haired kid - a nose stuck in his book and headphones covering his ears. Did he not just see the hoard of kids running away? Or here that female titan just scream?Â
He steps down, using his webs to yank the kids headphones off as he steps down in front of him. When the kid looks up, he realizes he has a puddle full of tears in his eyes, his cheeks brazen pink.Â
âHey kid.âÂ
He sniffles in response, pressing his hand against his nose.Â
âHi.âÂ
He crouches down, holding out his hand to shake.Â
âIâm Spiderman. Whatâs your name?âÂ
âFalco.âÂ
âNice to meet you, Falco. Want to get out of here before that creepy little weird lady comes back?âÂ
âUm, yeah. But my sister is supposed to come get me.âÂ
âYour sister, huh? Did she say where?âÂ
Stupid sister. Was she really planning on getting you from here? This sister couldnât meet him at the Starbucks across the street?
âRight here. Iâm waiting for her to show up so we can leave. She said to listen to music and read my jedi book so I donât panic.âÂ
Jedi Book. Sister. Falco. You. Holy fucking god, this is your little brother. The one who likes the Kylo Ren.Â
Right on cue, he can feel his spider sense tingling, with you running behind him - sneakers slapping against the concrete as you sprint. You nearly knock Spiderman over as you grab Falco by the face, cupping his cheeks in your hands as you run your eyes all over him.Â
Your face is all scrunched up in panic and Eren can feel his senses heightened at the sight of you, this kid, and this creepy fucking titan lady a few feet away from you. You need to leave. Now. He needs you to leave because he canât focus if youâre here.Â
âYou okay, Coco? Letâs go. Right now.âÂ
âOkay, okay.âÂ
But before you can, a large crashing sound knocks the three of you to the ground, the stupid female titan standing over the breadth of the elementary school, crystal blue eyes glaring down at the three of you. Spiderman webs up first, spinning around her as he calls out to her.Â
âGod, lady. You should really put some clothes on. Youâre flashing entire titty to a kid right now.âÂ
All you can do is look up in shock, the titanâs crystal blue eyes staring into yours. Your hold on Falco is nearly deathlike and you shaking Falcoâs arms as hard as you can to signal him to follow you.Â
You begin to pull him but feel a tug when Falco doesnât follow. Heâs crying hard - tears pouring out of his eyes as he looks down at his feet.Â
âI canât move- I-Iâm scared, Y/N.âÂ
You reach down, pressing your hands firm against his shoulders as you squeeze.Â
âThis isnât the time to be scared, Falco. Youâre okay. Spidermanâs right there and heâs dealing with-âÂ
You look up to find Spiderman, trapped in the palm of the titanâs hand, a broken device in his hand and one splayed on the floor, not a few feet away from you. You leave Falco where heâs standing, scrambling over to inspect it.Â
Itâs small and rectangular - blue and red splayed all over the intricate design work. In the tiniest of handwritings, thereâs a small piece of text in the corner.Â
property of the spider gang bitchÂ
Spider Gang? Thatâs so fucking corny.Â
You hear Spiderman yelling out at you, refocusing to your vision to him, where heâs still trapped in her hand.Â
âMind giving me my webslinger back, sweetheart?âÂ
âUh- yeah. I-âÂ
Before you can toss it up to him, the female titan stomps straight on to the concrete, knocking you and all the nearby outposts to the ground. Your ankle is immediately trapped under the mailbox to your right, the webslinger still in your hand.Â
You try your best to yank your leg out from the metal, but you can feel your ankle burning - the pressure on your leg making your chest writhe in pain. Falco runs over, his hands in your hair as his hot tears start hitting your cheeks.Â
âHey. Hey hey hey. Falco, right?âÂ
You both angle your head up, looking at Spiderman talking to the two of you. The titanâs still got him crushed in her hand, but sheâs distracted by the sound of the police cars coming up the block. Falcoâs taken a few steps forward, towards the stupid alien mutant whatever the fuck titan she is.Â
âYouâre a strong kid, right?âÂ
âNot really. I didnât pass my physical test last week.âÂ
âNot strong in that way, kid. Strong in the head, the heart.âÂ
âUm. I donât know, Spiderman. Iâm kind of lame when it comes to stuff like this.âÂ
Eren racks his head. He just needs his fucking webslinger back so he can get you guys out of here. And not get arrested. And not break every bone in his body from this death grip this naked lady has on him. And to make sure youâre okay.Â
âKylo Ren. He was pretty lame when he started out too right? He had to go to the special Jedi school with Luke and kind of learn everything from the start.âÂ
Eren sees Falcoâs eyes light up, his tears lightly subsiding as he finally meets his eyes up to look at Eren. Bingo.Â
âYeah.âÂ
âAnd then he became really, really cool because he just tried it out right?âÂ
âYeah and then he became evil and got the Knights of Ren.âÂ
âOkay, kid. Maybe ignore that part.âÂ
He sees Falco laugh, the female titan squeezing him harder in his grasp as she looks around, the police helicopters, right on fucking cue, starting to surround the three of you.Â
âOkay, Falco. I need you to be strong. Like Kylo Ren, right now. Your sister, sheâs got my webslinger in her hand. I need you to get it and then toss it to me. Can you do that?âÂ
Eren watches Falco nod, turning back to grab his precious, precious web slinger and toss it up to him. He misses the first time. And then the second time. But on the third time, he aims just right, the magnetic latch sliding in and Eren webbing this stupid titan bitch right in the fucking eyes.Â
He swings down, lifting the metal mailbox from your legs as he lifts you into your arms, carrying you bridal style. He looks down at you - sweat coating your forehead and your eyes blinking closed. Falcoâs at his side watching expectantly, his hand in his hair.Â
âDonât worry, sweetheart. Iâll get you to a hospital right away, okay?âÂ
He watches you nod in pain, crimson red blood running down the side of your leg.Â
âSpiderman. Can I come too?âÂ
âKid. Thatâs a stupid question. Climb on my back. Weâll take Y/N to the hospital, okay?âÂ
He swings away as the cops close in, the female titan encasing in steam as he swings away. He taps into his earpiece.Â
âSomeone watch what happens. See if she escapes through the steam somehow since sheâll definitely be back. And whereâs the closest hospital?âÂ
âKing Street, Eren. Pieck should be working.âÂ
âGot it, Armin. Thank you.âÂ
He swings as fast as he can, trying to ignore Falcoâs death grip on his neck and your eyes fluttering closed as he swings into Pieckâs open window.Â
A special edition to the Spider Gang (unofficially, of course) - Pieck is the best fucking asset in the world. A Nurse Practitioner he once saved from getting robbed, sheâs now indebted to him entirely. And sheâs also his Aunt Hangeâs girlfriend - not that either of them know heâs Spiderman.Â
Not that he would ever ask her for anything personal, he just brings injured civilians caught in his crossfire to her so he can avoid the whole - Are you Spiderman? Do the webs come out of your holes? Can you swing me to work later?Â
He swings into her office, laying you flat on the gurney in the center of the room and setting Falco down on the couch nearby.Â
As soon as he settles Falco into the chair, he feels his spider sense tingle and spreads his hand behind his neck, catching the syringe Pieck threw at him before it could hit him. He turns his back, smirking at Pieck through his mask.Â
âPieck-chan.âÂ
âIâm calling the police, SpiderFuck.âÂ
âCmon. I saved your life, you know?âÂ
âThat was one time. Youâve almost got me fired three times over.âÂ
âCmon, cmon Pieck. This girl, I know her. Just help her out, yeah? Sheâs really sweet, yâknow that?âÂ
He watches Pieck divert her eyes past him, focusing on you writhing on the gurney. She sighs as she smacks Eren on the side of the head, reaching forward to attend to your leg.Â
âGet out of here, SpiderAss. Theyâll be circling around the building any minute.âÂ
Eren runs up, tackling Pieck in a hug, before she can protest and swings out the window.Â
-Â Â
You haul your black boot up the door, knocking on the door. You can see âZoeâ inscribed into the little call box, ensuring that you did find the correct apartment from the directory. You can hear a loud rustling behind the door and the door swings open. Youâre met with Hange, Erenâs aunt.Â
âHi. My name is Y/N. I attend Shiganshina High School. Iâm a classmate of Erenâs, I was wondering if he was here.âÂ
âPieck. Pieck! THEREâS A GIRL HERE TO SEE HIM.âÂ
Erenâs aunt drags you in by the wrists, taking the tin of brownies in your hand and setting it on the table, as they inspect you. Their eyes are glinting with excitement as they smile at you, teetering on their ankles as they talk.Â
âDo you like Eren? Oh, isnât he just so nerdy and sweet, I just love him. Do you love him?âÂ
A hand comes straight into Hangeâs hair, yanking them back. You follow the line of vision, seeing that the hand belongs to Pieck. The nurse that Spiderman dropped you off to. Only more proof that youâre right.Â
Pieck leans straight into Hangeâs frame, rolling her eyes at Hange as she starts talking to you.Â
âWe were starting to worry about the kid. I thought he was impotent or something.âÂ
âOh! Uh, no-âÂ
Hange leans over into your space, grabbing you by the shoulders.Â
âHow do you know heâs not impotent? Oh, you two better be having safe sex or I swear to god.âÂ
âNo! Oh, no no, I swear itâs not-âÂ
Hange keeps rambling to themselves as they walk around the kitchen, yanking Pieck along with them. Pieck glances to your side, mouthing the words âheâs upstairsâ as you shoot her a grateful smile and you start lugging your boot up the stairs.Â
You knock on the door, voices muffled on the inside as you peak in. When you swing open the door, you find Connie, Eren, Jean, and Armin in a very strange position. The four of them are clearly playing Twister - Erenâs face near Jeanâs ass and Connieâs hand right near ArminâsâŠdick.Â
âUh. Hi guys.âÂ
At the sound of your voice, they all quirk their heads towards you, so shocked at your presence that they all tumble on each other. You hear Hange screaming from the bottom of the stairs, her words making your cheeks turn red.Â
âEren Yeager. You better not be having sex with that girl in my house!âÂ
You watch Eren tangle out of the mess, rubbing the back of his neck as he screams back at Hange, slamming the door shut. He helps Armin and Jean up, before he turns back to you - his cheeks glowing pink.Â
âHi Eren.âÂ
âHi Y/N. What are you doing here? Is your leg okay?âÂ
You hold out the card, embellished in your sparkly pink stationery and hold it out to him. You bought him a gift card - to Joeâs, the coffee shop near the highschool. Youâd seen him bring a half empty cup to class a few times and figured it would be the best gift.Â
You had to thank him. Because your leg put you out of commission for a week, you hadnât been coming to school. And he sent you all the assignments (and the answer keys) while you were out. And made sure to tell all the clubs to keep their emails to themselves until you were back. And if youâre right, heâs the one who saved your life.Â
âThis is for you. Thank you - for the homework and the emails. It helped a lot.âÂ
You lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, the skin soft and warm under your lips. Jean face plants on to the floor, Connie and Armin staring at you in shock.Â
âRight. Iâm Y/N. Itâs nice to meet you guys. Youâre Connie, Armin, and Jean?âÂ
They all nod, awkwardly shaking their heads as they plant on to Erenâs futon, Eren joining them on the seat. You sit right on Erenâs bed, the sheets Jurassic Park themed, as you face them.Â
Here goes.Â
âI know your secret.âÂ
âWe know yours.âÂ
Eren smacks Jean across the back of his head, signaling him to shut up.Â
âI thought about it. Really hard when I was in the hospital. You see, I really didnât have much to do.âÂ
You lay back on Erenâs bed, pin pointing each of them and what you discovered by the line theyâre sitting in. Jean first.Â
âYou know, one of the biggest mysteries about Spiderman is how he manages to get to casualties and robberies so fast. Theyâre usually reported through the police department, the intercoms only going through the radio.âÂ
The four of them are twitching at your words, after you casually drop the word Spiderman specifically, as you continue.Â
âThere was a radio that went missing a few weeks ago. Police Officer Kirstein lost the intercom on his way home from his shift. It was never recovered.âÂ
Jean turns red at the implication, his knees shaking as he drops his eyes. Youâre right. Youâre right, youâre right, youâre right. Connie next.Â
âAnd you know, Spiderman has a very cool suit. Blue and red, specially stitched and special fabric clothes. Iâve thought long and hard about who could have designed it, but really thereâs only one good designer in New York. Lisa Braus.âÂ
You turn your eyes to Connie, whose awkwardly looking around the walls, at anywhere but you.Â
âLisa Braus is Sasha Brausâs mother. You know, Iâve heard she can be coerced really easily, she really loves her daughter. Iâm sure if you, Connie, gave Sasha say - a promise of a lifetime of free lunches from your parents restaurant - she could have given in and gotten her mom to make the costume. No questions asked.âÂ
Connie wrings his hand around his neck, groaning as he leans back into the futon. Arminâs hands are splayed right across his thighs, surely rubbing the sweat off on his slacks.Â
âAnd the web-slingers. Ingenious design, really. Thereâs only one person who beat me out at the Tech-A-Thon in ninth grade. And it was you, Armin. They have your name written all over it - the design, the metrics. Though, youâre getting kind of sloppy. From the few seconds I looked at it, I think you can pack more webs if you lay them diagonally against the hardware instead of vertically.âÂ
You watch the gears move in Arminâs head as he thinks over your suggestion, turning to Eren to shrug. And then you look at Eren, leaning his elbows on his knees as he looks at you.Â
âAnd you. Youâre Spiderman. That day, when you saved me and Falco. You told him to be strong, like Kylo Ren. But you donât know Falco like that. All you know is what Iâve told you And thereâs no way Spiderman could have known that - unless you were Spiderman.âÂ
He leans over, his green eyes glaring into yours.Â
âThatâs all a coincidence, Y/N. Maybe you hit your head when you fell on that mailbox.âÂ
You falter for a second. You canât be wrong. You canât be wrong because youâre sure of it. Youâve thought it over for the past few days and he has to be. He has to be Spiderman.Â
âHow do you know it was a mailbox? Stop lying, Eren. I know itâs you.âÂ
âNo, you donât-âÂ
Eren stands up and you join him, getting closer to him as you keep talking, trying to convince him that you know.Â
âYou-you took me to Pieck when I got hurt. And while Pieck is just a nurse and anyone would do it, you took me to her specifically. Because you know sheâll fix it. Not just because sheâs a nurse who cares about healing people but if she tries to rat you out - you can tell her youâre Spiderman. Sheâll defend you like no other because youâre basically her pseudo-kid.âÂ
âYouâre making things up, Y/N.â
âAnd the earpiece. You said âgot it, Arminâ when you were carrying me to the hospital. Iâve looked and looked. Armin Arlert is the only Armin in Brooklyn. Itâs a pretty unique name. And I know if youâre Spiderman and heâs probably the first person you told. Youâve been best friends forever and-
âY/N. Seriously-
âNo, Eren. Because Spiderman called me sweetheart! And I called you sweetheart when you called me bae and you told Pieck that you knew me and that I was a sweet girl when you thought I couldnât hear you.âÂ
You place your hands on his shoulders, boring your eyes into yours as he looks at you.Â
âEren. Youâre Spiderman. And I would never, ever tell anyone.âÂ
You watch as he drops his gaze, muttering under his breath.Â
âGot me all figured out, donât you sweetheart?âÂ
Eren settles back down on the couch, as Connie, Jean, and Armin start their protests.Â
âEren, you canât just go around telling people youâre fucking Spiderman.â
âYouâre a vigilante. Do you know that? Her dad is the fucking police captain who wants your head on a stick.âÂ
âSpider Gang is already way too big as it is. Your identity will get revealed if you keep being an idiot.âÂ
You clear your throat, the four of them craning their heads to look at you. You look down awkwardly at your hands as you sit back down on Erenâs bed, rustling with your keys in your pocket.Â
âYou guys told me a secret. I can tell you one too.âÂ
Jean leans forward, rolling his eyes at you.
âHe just admitted he was Spiderman, sweetheart. I donât think anything compares to that.âÂ
Eren brings his hand down in Jeanâs hair and yanks hard.Â
âDonât call her that.âÂ
You yank your keys out, fumbling with them in your hands openly.Â
âYou guys know about âI Stand With Spidermanâ?âÂ
Connie rolls his eyes, glaring at you.Â
âObviously. Shitâs a fucking revolution at this point.âÂ
âI started it. The pins and the spray art and telling everyone.âÂ
You watch the four of them go slack jawed, for what feels like the tenth time today, staring you down. Armin speaks first this time, standing up to run his hand through his hair.Â
âYou-youâre the Lions?âÂ
âYeah. Itâs a stupid name, but-âÂ
Jean cuts you off, nearly strangling you as he shakes your entire frame in his hands.Â
âThatâs fucking impossible. Your dad is a bigger pig than mine and thereâs no way in hell his fucking daughter is the one who started the thing that protects Eren every time heâs out there.âÂ
âThatâs just the point, Jean. I got mad at my dad. So I started it. I think Spidermanâs the best thing that happened in the community and I knew that people agreed with me. So I did what I knew how to do. Spray paint. Pins. The people.âÂ
Eren stands up, yanking Jean off to grab your hands and lock his fingers with yours.Â
âThe Lions?âÂ
You clear your throat, explaining.Â
âHarry and Hermione are Gryffindors. And Gryffindors are lions.âÂ
You can feel your cheeks turn pink - from Eren staring at you so close and holding your hands and Armin smiling at the two of you in your peripheral vision. You hold your keys up, dangling them between yours and Erenâs face, your shiny little Lego Harry Potter key chain making Erenâs eyes light up.Â
Eren lets go of your hands and starts rummaging through his drawers, looking for something. He pulls out a small black string. Her reaches up to push your loose hairs behind your ears, stringing the piece through your ear.Â
He taps on his own ear, speaking into the mic. His voice vibrates through your, a beaming smile on his face.Â
âY/N. Welcome to Spider Gang.âÂ
âThatâs a really corny nickname, Eren. Could you really not come up with anything better?â you laugh, smiling at him.
âSays the girl who named a fucking revolution after Harry Potter.â Jean speaks up, glaring at you as he talks.Â
âJean. Shut the fuck up.âÂ
âSorry, Eren.âÂ
 -Â
Erenâs swinging through the buildings, clutching the side of his thigh as he retreats back to his apartment.Â
Stupid fucking female titan. Heâs been encountering her here and there - a total of six times now and he still has yet to understand what sheâs doing.Â
She appears out of nowhere, in locations that have no thread of connection - the elementary school, the coffee shop on the block near the bodega, the botanical garden all the way out of Brooklyn.Â
He canât figure it out. She doesnât speak. She doesnât talk. No matter how many times he insults her for being a naked pervert, she still doesnât break.Â
When he makes it back to his apartment, swinging into his room through the open window, he finds his spider teamâŠdown. Armin and Connie are sprawled on the ground, hair all messy and tiredness pressed on their faces as they pore over the new web-slinger designs. Jeanâs on the computer, six empty cans of redbull on his desk as he pores over the footage, trying to figure out how she escaped.Â
And you. Youâre sprawled on Erenâs dinosaur sheets, using the DNA samples he gave you as a pillow, lightly drooling onto the results. He reaches down, lifting your head gently as he places it back down onto a real pillow, as you mumble on in your sleep.Â
âIs she okay, Armin?âÂ
âAh. She might be taking her Spider Gang duties a little bit too seriously than the rest of us. That and sheâs more busy - sheâs still doing all of her class president and internship stuff on top of this.âÂ
He sees you move in your sleep, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand, as you focus in on your surroundings. The second you see Eren, the gash in his thigh, you jump up from the bed, scooting over to examine the gash.Â
âEren. Are you okay? Youâre okay, right? Because I think I might be on to something and you can get her next time. I-I think she goes to our school or maybe-âÂ
Eren presses his hand to your knee as you take the seat next to him, leaning over to look at the gash.Â
âGuys. Can I talk to her alone please? And get my dinner from Pieck, thereâs no way I can hide this from her.âÂ
Armin, Connie, and Jean close the door behind him, leaving you to help Eren strip out of his suit. Youâre trying your best to be gentle - pausing every time he hisses and groans in pain, lightly pulling the fabric out of the gash on his thigh.Â
After itâs off, you reach for the kit Jean stole from Pieckâs room, cleaning and bandaging the wound. You try your best to not focus on the fact that Erenâs just wears his boxers under the suit and heâs just wearing his boxers right now in front of you.Â
âHey.âÂ
âHi Eren.âÂ
âYou know, you donât have to take your Spider Gang duties so seriously. Weâre all trying to figure out who she is and the bulk of it doesnât have to fall on you.âÂ
âSpider Gang is a stupid name. And yes, I do. They barely spend any time thinking about it - with Jean trying to push back on all the initiatives theyâre putting into stop you and Connie and Armin trying to perfect your tech so you can last longer.âÂ
âI last just fine. I just meanâŠyouâre busy. Take a break, I donât like seeing you guys all so worn out.âÂ
You push hard on the wound on accident, Eren groaning in pain.Â
âSorry. But we donât like seeing you hurt Eren. Youâre literally bleeding onto your futon right now and thatâs not exactly a fun thing to see either.âÂ
He tilts his head down, his eyes in front of yours.Â
âWorried about me, sweetheart?âÂ
You feel your cheeks burn, placing your hand in his hair to move his head out of the way. You start placing the bandages over the mark, smoothing them out with your hands.Â
âYes, Eren. Sue me. Youâre fighting a crazy, perverted naked lady everyday. Arrest me if itâs so criminal to worry about you.âÂ
Eren laughs as he places one of his hands around your face, angling your face up so you look at him. Youâre glaring at him, which Eren only returns a soft smile to.Â
âYou donât have to worry about me. Iâm Spiderman.âÂ
âYes. Youâre Spiderman. Not God, Eren. You can get hurt. And you just did. And sheâs crazy and-
Eren presses his hands around your waist, pulling you in his lap to sit on him. Youâre careful not to rest your legs against his wound, your arms secured around his neck and his around your waist.Â
âY/N. Are you scared of her?âÂ
You can feel the tears burning in your eyes at the question, your heart dropping in your chest.Â
âHorrified, Eren. She-she knocked that mailbox onto my leg and had you in her hand and I just-I thought she was going to crush you and then Falco next. And I dream about it all the time, and itâs just- my leg still doesnât feel the same and it hurts and-âÂ
Eren tangles one of his hands around your neck, laying your face flat against his neck as he rubs small circles into your back. Youâre crying - wet tears falling onto his neck as you rack sobs into his neck.Â
Youâre not going to get hurt. Youâre not going to get hurt because heâs Spiderman and heâs going to protect you. And thereâs no point in him having any of this if you feel this way.Â
âYou were really brave that day, Y/N. You and Falco.âÂ
âJust Falco, Eren. You-you made him so brave, I feel like his confidence has been better lately and-âÂ
âEven if you were petrified, you were still brave regardless. Iâve seen it happen - people freeze up in shock, freak out when theyâre faced with things like this. But here you are, still fighting it, in the way that you can. Youâre brave, sweetheart.âÂ
You avoid the tingling in your chest at the nickname, his hands on yours, and his sweet, sweet voice in your ears.Â
Heâs going to find that fucking female titan if itâs the last thing he does.Â
 -Â
âArmin, what the fuck happened? Why did we just lose connection?âÂ
The four of you - Armin, Connie, Jean, and you - are currently locked in the computer lab, six hours after the school closed. You had planned it all out, set a trap for the Female Titan underneath the school, so that Eren could catch her once and for all.Â
The problem? Eren just went underground. And he had been talking to you for the last twenty minutes. But you heard it, that loud, high-pitched feminine voice and then static in all four of your earpieces.Â
Arminâs smacking on his computer, Jean clicking through all the footage. All of the cameraâs are still up and running, all but one on static. You stop Jean in his stead, as Armin and Connie smack on the computer, trying to fix the ear pieces.Â
âWait, wait, Jean. Where is that?âÂ
âGirls locker room. The volleyball team was there last.âÂ
You lean over to Connie, opening his computer as you log into your accounts. Jeanâs leaning over your chair, both of you hovering as you log into your administrative office account.Â
âWhat gives, Y/N?âÂ
âJean. The girl, female pervert whatever. She must have transformed in there and broke the camera. Whichever girl didnât log in for practice today, since thereâs no way that girl isnât injured from the fight she had with Eren last night, has to be the girl weâre looking for. Attendance in class but not in practice.âÂ
Armin, Jean, and Connie lean over your neck as you log into the account, loading the nursing record for today. And then you find it.Â
Annie Leonhart has requested a medical leave of absence for the week due to an extenuating injury. She may return to regular practice next week.Â
Signed Pieck Finger, N.P.Â
Armin all but falls out of his chair, quickly getting up to fix the computers.Â
âShit shit shit shit shit.âÂ
You grab his shoulder, basically strangling him as you ask. Because why the fuck is he so worried that Annie is the fucking female pervert?Â
âWhatâs wrong, Armin? Why are you so panicked?âÂ
âAnnie. She suspects that Eren is Spiderman. And sheâŠshe wants to know who he is for sure, sheâs told me that before. And if she puts him into a corner, sheâs going to expose him to the police.âÂ
You feel your throat run dry as the tears start working their way up to your eyes, burning hot. No. Because theyâre going to arrest Eren. Maybe even kill him and-Â
Connie drops his laptop straight onto the floor, his eyes weary as he looks up at the ceiling.Â
âWhat now, Connie?âÂ
âY/N. It-itâs Friday. Meaning, theyâre resetting the plumbing for the weekend and-âÂ
Armin speaks up next, racking his hands through his hair.Â
âOh my god. The sink waters flooding in the tunnels. Heâs done for.âÂ
You grab Armin by the collar, the anger seething in your chest.Â
âWhy is he done for? Whatâs wrong with the water, Armin?âÂ
âThe webs. We havenât perfected them yet and they dissolve in water. And itâs not a big deal because itâs not raining yet but-âÂ
Now you get it.Â
âHeâs down there with no defenses. And Annieâs going to get him any second. And tell everyone who he is.âÂ
Jean grabs you by the shoulders, shaking your head as he fixes your hair against your ears.Â
âThink. Think, Y/N. You must know something about how to turn it off - you sit through all those administrative board meetings and talk to every fucking faculty member at this school because youâre a goody two shoes. You must know something.âÂ
And then you remember. The only way to turn off the water is to go down there, close off the pipes manually.Â
You leave the three of them in the computer leg and sprint on your bad leg, down to where you know Erenâs waiting for you. Â
 -Â
Connie, Armin, and Jean find you an hour later. Youâre in the tunnels, where they set their trap, with a huge gash on the side of your head and a very bruised and battered Eren in your hands. Youâre crying hard, your hands soft on Erenâs hands trying to will him to wake up.Â
Connie and Jean loop their arms around Erenâs, prying him out of your arms to lift him out of the tunnels. Armin helps you up, supporting your bad leg.Â
âWhat happened, Y/N?âÂ
âI got down here, Tried turning off all the pipes manually. Eren was still trying his best, climbing around when I got most of the pipes off. She delt a few good blows but I mentioned that I knew sheâs Annie and she kind ofâŠ.ran off. She wasnât really trying toâŠexpose him or anything but I feel like she was trying to get the tech.âÂ
âYou okay? I know she scares you andâŠâÂ
âYeah. I just-we have to take Eren to Pieck. We canât fix him on our own-âÂ
âNo. No he wouldnât want us to.âÂ
âHe canât want anything if heâs dead.âÂ
âHeâs not dead.âÂ
âYou-you donât know that. Heâs not invincible just because heâs Spiderman, he-heâs just Eren. And he can get hurt and I donât want him to die and-âÂ
Armin wordlesly agrees to take Eren to Pieck, the five of you piling into Jeanâs car. Erenâs next to you, still not awake with his head slackly leaned against your shoulders.Â
When you reach the apartment, Connie, Jean, and Armin task themselves with bringing Eren in as you explain to Hange and Pieck. You knock on the door, teary eyed to Hange and Pieck responding, worry in their eyes at the blood leaking down the side of your face.Â
Pieck reaches forward, lifting your face in her hands which you swat off.Â
âP-Pieck. H-Hange. Itâs Eren and heâŠheâs not okay. Please just help him without asking anything, I donât want him to die on us.â
Connie and Jean drag Eren in, lifting him onto the couch as Hange racks back sobs. You go to Hangeâs side, squishing them in an embrace as Pieck gets to work, cursing under her breath as she goes on.Â
âWake up, SpiderFuck. Of course, this dumbass bothering me for the past three months is our kid. Iâm going to kill you, you son of a bitch when you wake up, you know that? Stupid SpiderMotherfucker, I hate you-âÂ
Pieck works around him, taking Hange from your arms as she leaves the two of you in the living room when sheâs done. Connie, Jean, and Armin leave you with him - already working on figuring out where Annie went upstairs.Â
You take Erenâs hand in yours, squeezing tight as you whisper to him.Â
âWake up. Wake up, Eren.âÂ
No response.Â
âCome on. You canât be serious. You-youâre Spiderman and you donât get hurt and-âÂ
No response.Â
âIâŠ.I canât be brave without you, please be okay.âÂ
No fucking response. You lay your forehead flat against the table as the sobs rack through you, Erenâs uneven breaths continuing on the table.Â
âPlease, Eren. Come back to me.âÂ
You feel a hand at the top of your hair, pressing down to the length of your neck. You look up to find Eren, weakly smiling at you as he winces. You sit up immediately, tears still streaming down to your neck, as you cup his face in your hands.Â
âEren.âÂ
âQuit crying, sweetheart. Iâm Spiderman.âÂ
You laugh through your sobs as you press yourself against his chest, hugging him as softly as you can. You can feel his hands on your back, jaggedly circlcing into the small of your back.Â
âWhere are we?âÂ
âYour house. Pieck fixed you up and-âÂ
He sits up, groaning as he glares at you.
âDonât tell me you told them that I was-âÂ
âI had to, Eren. I thought you were dead and-âÂ
âI wasnât dead. Iâm Spiderman!â
âSpiderman can die, Eren. And you didnât fucking wake up.âÂ
âI heal supernaturally fast. You should have given me a minute to come to.â Â
âThe fact that you needed Pieckâs medical attention to come to right now, four hours after the fact, tells me that you werenât fucking okay, Eren! And they donât care and-âÂ
âYou think my aunt, Hange, who watched my parents fucking die in front of me doesnât care that I risk my fucking life on the line everyday? They fucking care!âÂ
âItâs not a big deal, they just want you to be okay and-âÂ
âAnd what the fuck were you doing down in the tunnel? Donât pretend like I donât see that fucking gash on your pretty face and Iâm just ignoring it right now.âÂ
You can feel the anger seething in your chest and you really, really want to smack Eren right about now.Â
âWe figured it out. Annie Leonhart, the girl from the soccer team, sheâs the pervert titan. And sheâs-sheâs trying to expose you as Spiderman. Or maybe not, I donât know. And the water tunnels were on and I know your webs dissolve in water and I just-âÂ
âYou just what? Thought youâd run down them and turn them off?âÂ
âYeah, asshole. For you.âÂ
âYou know the best part of Spider Gang. Youâre the team in the chair. Do you understand what that means? You keep your ass in the chair and away from shit like this!âÂ
âI canât just sit by and do that.âÂ
âWhy the fuck not?âÂ
âBecause Iâm not Connie or Armin or Jean. Iâm not just your friend who can sit by and let you get hurt. Youâre-youâre not justâÂ
âWhat am I then, huh?âÂ
âYouâre the guy I love. I canât just fucking watch you bleed out from a tunnel and pretend itâs okay, Eren.âÂ
Youâre both panting, chests heaving from screaming so loudly. Eren closes the space between you, pressing his lips to yours as you melt under his touch. You can taste metal - surely from the cut on his lip - but you can also taste mint, definitely from the stupid pocket he made for Altoids in his suit. Heâs smiling against your lips, leaning his weight on you as you rest your forehead against his.
âGuy you love, huh?âÂ
âShut up. When did you become so cocky, Eren?âÂ
You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your burning cheeks into his shoulder as he laughs against your ears. The next questions genuine, his voice wavering when he asks.Â
âDo you only love me because Iâm Spiderman, Y/N?âÂ
âNo. I love Spiderman because he gives Eren the confidence to talk to me. YouâŠyouâve always been so shy and stand-offish with me since we were kids, IâŠkind of thought you hated me. But Jean told me, youâre just really awkward.âÂ
âRemind me to kick Jeanâs ass.âÂ
âAndâŠI always liked you. You know, we really didnât need pictures of each of the clubs. I already took those during club registration at the beginning of the year. I just wanted an excuse to be around you and I think thatâs technically an abuse of power but-âÂ
He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours once again, leaning so hard on you that you both get knocked on the couch. Youâre both laughing, smiling so hard that Hange and Pieck and the rest of Spider Gang comes down to find you two giggling on the couch.Â
Now that Erenâs sentient, Hange yells at him for three things. One. Being Spiderman. Two. Being a dumbass and getting hurt. Three. Attempting to have sex with this girl on the couch.Â
And then they ask if Eren should be taken to a vet, since heâs technically half spider.Â
The five of you corner Annie later that week. And she confesses it all - that she didnât know when this power happened, or what came over her, or even whatâs going on. And that she doesnât want to expose Spiderman, she wanted the technology.Â
She wants to know whatâs wrong with her. And she figured that if she knew who Spiderman was, if she could lure him out by stealing his tech, she can find the person who makes his tech and have them help her.Â
Eren extends his hand first. Promising that Spider Gang (a name that she snorts at) promises to help her figure it out and control it if she promises to not wreck havoc or drop mailboxes on your leg again. And she explains that she has no control when it comes over her, that she really doesnât want to hurt people.Â
When Armin figures it out and when Annie can control it, sheâs instated as the sixth member of SpiderGang. Eighth if you count Pieck and Hange.Â
And she doesnât scare you. Itâs nice to have another girl on the team. Especially one who hates âSpider Gangâ as much as you. And itâs sweet to watch Armin and Annie bustle around each other, working on perfecting the tech.Â
And to watch Jean and Connie tease them. And to have Eren swing you around in New York and sneak into your bed every night and save lives all around the city.Â
-Â
Okay. Letâs do this one last time.Â
My name is Eren Jeager. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for the last six months, Iâm the one and only Spiderman, equipped with a fully functional Spider Team. Officially dubbed, begrudingly, the Spider Gang.Â
Connie and Jean, codenames C-Man and Horseface (since using real names got me exposed the last time) are my surveillance team. Surveying out my enemies, making sure the cops donât get to me - theyâre important reconnaissance for each mission.Â
Armin and Annie, codenames Ocean Eyes and Pervert Lady (donât ask). Theyâre my technical geniuses. Always redefining my tech, fixing up my webs to make them stronger, faster. Thereâs no Spiderman without Spidertech.Â
And Y/N, codename Sweetheart. My girl in the chair. And the one in my heart too. Not only does she figure out motives, figure out motives/identities/locations for every villain and plan out every attack before I do it, but sheâs the main reason Spiderman even exists.Â
Why I fight so hard.Â
I have to keep Brooklyn safe for my girl.
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âHey. Left dinner on the counter, peaches.âÂ
He watches you drop your keys on the counter and immediately bolt past the food, rushing into your room. He can hear you scrambling around in there - dropping things, lightly talking to yourself, looking for something.Â
He gets up - slightly leaning against the frame of your doorway as he watches you. Youâre running from corner to corner, shoving random items into your backpack as you rush around. A spare change of clothes, a banana (?), and nearly everything on your kitchen sink.Â
âAbout to go riding in the Getaway Car?âÂ
He sees your features configure into confusion as you nearly trip over your spare pair of sneakers, filling the brim of your backpack.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âLike theâŠTaylor Swift song? Nevermind. Where are you going? Do you really need six t-shirts for your lecture?âÂ
âN-no. Iâm going home. Or to Shiganshina, Iâm not sure.âÂ
He can feel his heart sinking in his chest, getting a cruel reminder of what happened last time you went home. You left for three days. You didnât even talk to him once. You canât go. He canât let you go.Â
âWhat? You canât just drop everything and go. You have class today, itâs Friday. And work this weekend.âÂ
You give him the side-eye as you rush out of the room, grabbing the last few things you needed from the kitchen. He follows, pressing his shoulders against your frame to slow you down. You immediately brush him off, Erenâs hands returning back to his sides.Â
âEren. Get off.âÂ
âWhy are you in such a rush? What happened?âÂ
âI donât have time for your mixed signal shit today, Eren. Please, go suck Hitch off in a corner somewhere and leave me alone.âÂ
Eren, for better lack of imagery, feels like a kicked dog. Because what happened? The two of you were doing so well - you were coming to his soccer games again, the two of you were even closer than you were before everything happened, but youâre allâŠstandoffish, cold again.Â
He can hear Levi and Erwinâs advice ringing in his ears.Â
âIf sheâs mad at you, just ask her why dumbass. Would it kill you to communicate or emote like a normal human person?âÂ
âLeviâs right. Iâm sure the two of you would be back on the same page if you just confronted what happened, even if it is a little uncomfortable.âÂ
Right. Just ask her why. He reaches down, locking his hands with yours. He likes holding your hands - it makes it easier. He can feel you struggling against him but he just tightens the pressure until you finally look up - your eyes meeting his.Â
âPeaches. What happened?âÂ
And then he sees it. The tears, brimming in your waterline. Youâre crying. The tension in your shoulders, the tiredness in your face, your hair standing up on its end - something is wrong. He can feel his heart writhing in his chest, the sight of you hurt making him mixed levels of angry, hurt, and weirdly protective - on your behalf.Â
He wraps his arms directly around you, resting his head on top of yours as you cry into his shirt. He can feel your death grip on his arms, your entire frame shaking against his.Â
âIt-Itâs Pieck and Ethan. Sheâs sick and Pock didnât tell me. And it-it got worse. Theyâre moving her to some hospital in Shiganshina and h-he wants me to watch Ethan while P-Pieck gets surgery.â Â
âHey. Peaches. Deep breaths first, okay? Iâve got you but you need to calm down.âÂ
He lifts his hands up, swiping away the wetness as your cheek as he watches you, guiding your breathing. He can see your breathing visually slowing down - your shaking and hiccups subsiding. Your face is still in his hold and youâre frowning up at him - Erenâs fighting every muscle in his body to not kiss your pouty little lips right at this second.Â
âOkay. Let me pack my things and weâll go, yeah?âÂ
He leaves your side, grabbing his backpack off the couch and grabbing everything he needs from his room. He feels you at his side - mentally preparing himself to argue with your protests he knew were coming.Â
âYou canât come with me. You have soccer practice.âÂ
âNo game for two weeks. Doesnât matter.âÂ
âYou have class later today.âÂ
âRecorded.âÂ
âYou have work.âÂ
âSick day.âÂ
âRen.âÂ
He stops in his tracks, turning around to face you. Do you have to be this stubborn?Â
âIâll worry sick if I let you drive down there like this, especially downtown to Shiganshina with the traffic. Listen, Porcoâs wife is sick. If he likes her half as much as you told me, heâs probably losing his mind right now. Youâre going to have to help him, take care of him when we get down there. And thatâs fine. I just want to come to make sure that Iâm there to take care of you.âÂ
He sees your shoulder deflate as you press your forehead against his chest. He reaches forward, running his hands through the ends of your hair as he whispers in your ear. He can feel that your tears have returned, falling straight onto his forearms.Â
âMy dad works at a hospital down there and if my hunch is right, thatâs where Pieck is going. Iâll pull strings so you guys can see her and you can stay with us instead of buying a hotel.âÂ
âRen. You donât have to do that. Pock and I would never impose like that. And Iâll be okay without you, I-âÂ
âLet me help you. My mom will wring my neck out if she finds out youâre down there and you didnât stay with us. That I didnât come down with you. And itâll make it easier too - weâll take care of you guys, Iâll be with you the entire time. You can meet my other friends while weâre down there, take your mind off of things, play with Ethan.âÂ
âAre you going to take no for an answer?âÂ
âAbsolutely not.âÂ
âOkay. Letâs go then. Pock sent me the address.âÂ
 -Â
You and Eren make it to Shiganshina a little past midnight. You had dozed off on the ride there, but when you came to, Eren had updated you.Â
He was right - Pieck was in the hospital that Erenâs dad worked at. She was on the same floor as him, meaning that he was able to sneak you in past visiting hours just so you could see her for a few minutes. You called Eren a hospital nepo-baby, which he ignored.Â
When you two get to Porco, who was sitting directly outside Pieckâs room, youâre floored. He looks fucking horrible. His hair is unruly, all tangled at the top of his forehead - youâre sure from him running his hands through it hundreds of times. His face looks sunken in, the stress sitting right in his jaw that he was clenching to oblivion.Â
âPock.âÂ
The second he sees you, he nearly jumps up, wrapping his arms around you as he starts crying. You make eye contact with Eren as your eyes start welling up and he lightly shakes his head, using his hands to signal you to deepen your breathing. He mouths the words to you, calming you down. Donât cry. Itâs okay.Â
âIâm mad at you, Porco.âÂ
âIâm mad at you too, Y/N.âÂ
You pull out of his arms, lightly pushing him as you glare at him.
âYou didnât tell me Pieck was sick. You should have called me - ages ago.âÂ
âI know. I wanted to. But she asked me not to, you know she hates to bother you.âÂ
âYou guys are my best friends. You could never bother me. I feel like you guys donât tell me anything anymore.â
âWe donât tell you anything? Imagine how I felt finding out youâre dating this bloody hippie from his dad in the hallway earlier. I thought you were better than guys with man buns.âÂ
He gestures towards Eren, who was sheepishly standing at your side. You had forgotten all about him while arguing with Porco - but where the fuck does he get off saying all that? How is this even the same?
âLeave him alone. The hair works for him, he looks cute. And in what world is that the same - I forgot to tell you Iâm dating the guy and you forgot to tell me that my best friend has been sick in the hospital for the past few weeks.âÂ
âItâs the same when itâs this guy. You literally dropped everything and stayed with us for a weekend because he hurt your feelings. And now youâre dating him? He better have groveled on his fucking knees.âÂ
You can feel your heart sinking in your chest, seeing Erenâs fists clench out of the corner of your eye. Stupid fucking loudmouth Porco.Â
âHe did, okay? Iâll tell you later.âÂ
You both stop your argument when Dr. Yeager walks over, a stack of papers pressed into his hand.Â
âOkay Porco. This should clear you to stay for the night. If anyone gives you trouble, just ca-Y/N!âÂ
At the sight of you, you see his features spread into a smile as he wraps his arms around you, packing you into a warm hug. Yeah, this is Carlaâs husband, alright.Â
âAre you doing okay? Carlaâs set up everything for the two of you at the house. Ethan too, okay? You donât have to worry about anything.âÂ
âThank you so much. Weâre really sorry for imposing out of nowhere-âÂ
âNonsense. Youâre like a daughter to us. You know sheâs been bugging Eren to bring you down since that last game. And sure, these arenât the best circumstances, but hopefully we can make it a little easier.âÂ
He gives you and Eren one last hug before walking away, leaving the three of you in the hallway.Â
âHey Wannabe Hozier. Take her home. Make sure she sleeps and eats something.âÂ
âAlways do.âÂ
âYeah, you better. Iâd wring your neck out if you didnâtâÂ
You roll your eyes as Eren gives him a nod, the two of you walking out of the hospital in silence. Youâre trying to think - whatâs the best possible excuse to explain what he said without giving it away. Yeah, I was crying because I didnât want you to like Hitch, I wanted you to like me.Â
The second you get out of the hospital, the cold breeze hits you and he still doesnât talk. And itâs scaring you. You know him - you were half expecting him to get mad, start arguing with you the way he had with Marlowe or Jean on occasion. You were waiting for it, for him to yell at you, argue with you till you told him why.Â
But he didnât. Heâs quiet, solemn even. Youâre going to kill Porco.Â
âEren, I-âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âIt wasnât really a big thing, it was just-âÂ
He turns to face you, his green eyes staring into yours. Theyâre uncharacteristically soft, a twinge of hurt in them. This is worse than anger.Â
âPeaches. Weâll talk about it when we go home, okay? Iâm not sure what I did but just know Iâm so..so fucking sorry I ever made you feel like that. But youâre here for Porco and Ethan and Iâm here for you soâŠthis can wait.âÂ
Thatâs when you realize it. You had thought it for the first time, after that stupid party where Eren pushed Marlowe in the pool. Do you love Eren?Â
And now you know. That you most definitely do. Because if it were you in his spot, if Eren had kept hurt feelings away from you, you would have dragged him out by the fucking scalp and wrang his neck out for not telling you sooner. But here he is, dropping everything to be here for you - his classes, his job, even his own fucking feelings just to make sure youâre okay.Â
You love him. You love Eren.Â
âRen. I promise, Iâll tell you everything okay. I want to, youâre like-âÂ
He gives you a soft smile, his eyes still pinched up like they were before.Â
âIâll hold you to that, okay? Promise youâll tell me everything?âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
The words are on the tip of your tongue. I love you. Because now that youâve realized it - you want to tell him. Tell him that you appreciate him, that you love his friends and his family, that he listens to Taylor Swift for you, dances with you in the kitchen, kisses your scars.Â
You love him. Deeply. Overwhelmingly. Definitively.Â
He holds his hand out, leading you back to his car in the dark of the parking lot. It can wait.Â
-Â
to the scouts
eren: 911. mikasaâs house, 8 am tomorrow.Â
mikasa: are you back in town?Â
eren: yes. y/nâs best friend is sick and shes at wall rose general. weâre both down here for the weekend
connie: BESTIE Y/N GRACING THE STREETS OF SHIGANSHINAÂ
sasha: someoneâs gotta find that yearbook picture of eren with the nearly bald head we gotta show her
ymir: one attachmentÂ
eren removed ymir from the chat
historia added ymir to the chat
eren: you can see her after mikasaâs okay? but donât freak her out, sheâs taking care of her godson and sheâs stressed about the entire thing
reiner: how old is he?Â
eren: five months
historia: baby fever.Â
sasha: baby yeager on the way next week
ymir: lets hope for her sake the baby theyâre about to make takes her genes and not erenâsÂ
eren: you guys are perverted.Â
mikasa: one look at y/n doting over the baby youâre going to lose your mind.Â
bertholdt: congratulations on the baby!Â
connie: ok grandpa. lets get back in bed.Â
eren: everyone stfu. eight tomorrow. Â
As irritating as they all can be, they all meet Eren at Mikasaâs house the next morning. He leaves you fast asleep in his bed, fixing your hair, before taking off across the street.Â
And as promised - Connie, Sasha, Ymir, Historia, Reiner, and Bertholdt are on Mikasaâs porch, the eight of you heading up to Mikasaâs room for the emergency meeting he called.Â
âYou better have woken us up for something good, Yeager.âÂ
âShut up, Ymir.âÂ
The six of them scatter all over Mikasaâs room - Historia and Ymir lying down on the floor, Sasha and Mikasa sprawled on the bed, and Reiner and Bertholdt on the couch. He pulls out Mikasaâs old industrial whiteboard, handing the marker to Connie before turning to the room.Â
âYou guys have to help me. Y/N is mad at me, or she was a while ago and I made her cry, but I canât figure out why.âÂ
âHistoria and I can list ten reasons. Straight off the top of our heads - you smell, youâre stupid, your hair is too long, you always have the same shirt on, you-âÂ
âYmir.âÂ
They all snicker as Ymir stops, the frustration building in Erenâs forehead. They have to take this fucking seriously. Youâre mad at him. He spent all night trying to figure out why but he canât.Â
âJust-just help me okay? I donât know why sheâs mad and itâs driving me fucking crazy to think that she hurt and I had no idea.âÂ
He sees Historia soften, pulling at the ends of Ymirâs hair softly before speaking. Ymir stops rambling, rolling her eyes as she focuses her attention back to Eren.Â
âOkay. Explain it from the start. Iâm sure you just missed something. Connie, take notes.âÂ
He gives her a smile before continuing, facing the board.Â
âI met her at Arminâs. She was out of a place to stay because of her roommate, Nifa, who didnât tell her she was rooming with someone else. I offered her the spare room.âÂ
He watches Connie scribble onto the board, starting the timeline.Â
âThatâs not even what I said.âÂ
âItâs like English class. You should always write in your own words, Eren. Thatâs plagiarismâÂ
âYou wrote âEren down bad for Y/N. Offers her room in apartment bc he thinks theyâre Nick and Jess from New Girlâ How is that even remotely similar to what I said?âÂ
âKeep going, Eren.â
âOkay, Sash.âÂ
So he explains. That you were sweet - checked his eye injuries when he got sick. That he took care of you when you got the flu and you took care of him when he was drunk. That you met his parents, the day of the concert, and the one after.Â
Mikasa stops him mid-sentence, standing up.Â
âStop. It has to be somewhere here, before she left. You said she saw Porco right after that, when she left for three days, so that must have been what he was talking about. It was something that morning.âÂ
âSheâs right. Walk through that exact morning again, Eren.âÂ
âOkay, Hisu. I woke up and she was still asleep. It was my turn to do groceries but I forgot so I went to pick up brunch for us from the diner she likes. There was a flower stand on the way there so I stopped to get flowers.âÂ
âThatâs so sweet. Youâre such a romantic, Eren.âÂ
âReiner. Do not ever say those words, in that order, to me ever again. I left her a note saying I would come back but when I did, Hitch was there. I asked her what she was doing there and then she asked me if I missed her. I said yes but-âÂ
Historia stands up from her place on the floor and tangles her hands into Erenâs hair. And then fucking yanks. Â
âAre you fucking stupid, Eren?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
At the sound of his confusion, he sees everyoneâs expressions change. Mikasa is shaking her head, disappointedly, while Sasha and Connie murmur under their breaths that he deserved to get a hair yanking for that. All while Ymirâs laughing.Â
âWhat the fuck is so funny, Ymir?âÂ
âYouâre a fucking idiot, Eren. You went all out of your way to make her feel special just for there to be another girl in your apartment the next day. And you told her you missed her?âÂ
Reiner stands up, putting his hand on Erenâs shoulder.Â
âThat was it right. That was all you did with that girl?â
âWell, Y/N called me a mistake after that. She didnât really like me, I just thought that she did. So I kept the deal that I had with her. I mean, someone deserves to be happy, right?âÂ
Ymirâs crying real tears at the sound of this. And now Sasha and Mikasa are tag teaming it, yanking on Erenâs hair just like Historia had.Â
âYouâre a real fucking idiot, Eren. She doesnât think youâre a fucking mistake - she thinks you donât like her.âÂ
âThat canât be true, Sasha. I pushed a guy in a fucking pool for talking to her once and I literally kissed her on the forehead on accident last week. She doesnât like me.âÂ
âYeah but you also go to parties with another girl. Hold her hand, show her off. Even if she knows itâs like that, it must hurt.âÂ
âThatâs how you know youâre an idiot, Eren. Even Bertholdt gets it.âÂ
âYmir. Be nice.âÂ
Heâs leaning against Mikasaâs walls, his head in his hands. Heâs a fucking idiot. Even if you said you didnât like him, why was he so keen to help someone else? And even if you started liking him again, or if you even did, he probably squashed any hopes you had by bringing Hitch around. Heâs a fucking dumbass.Â
âIâm positive she didnât like me before all of that. The concert and what not. She called us a mistake and thatâs okay. But now, I-I donât know how she feels. When we came back from that, it was different and we were closer. And if she likes me, I donât want to mess it up. Tell me what to do.âÂ
âItâs simple, Eren. End things with Hitch. Tell her how you feel.âÂ
âEasier said than done, Ymir.âÂ
 -Â
They all walk over afterwards, meeting you for breakfast. You were awake when he got there, Porco leaning on the counter as he helped his mom make breakfast. Sasha and Connie immediately bolted to you, jumping up and down and shaking you in their arms as they greeted you. You all settled in for making breakfast together, with you and Porco leaving for the hospital right after.Â
âSo let me get this straight. Your name is Porco. Your wifeâs name is Pieck. But you named your kid, Ethan?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âWhat the hell? You gotta name him something wack like you guys - like Penguin or Pacino or some shit.âÂ
âPacino. Youâve got to be kidding me. Like Al Pacino, the Godfather. What the hell is Connie supposed to be short for?âÂ
âNothing. Itâs just Connie.âÂ
âWhere the fuck do you get off telling me about names? Thereâs no way in hell your birth certificate has Connie written on it.âÂ
âYour wifeâs maiden name is Finger. Finger. Like phalanges. You canât be serious right now.âÂ
âYou better not start with me. What does Ymir even mean?âÂ
You walk over to Eren, who was watching the three of them argue on the other side of the kitchen just like you were. You had taken Ethan from Porco the second he started talking to Connie and were attempting to save his tiny little ears from the screaming going on. You lean over and whisper into Erenâs ear, trying to hold your laughter.Â
âWho are you placing your money on?âÂ
âPorco. Heâs so scary.âÂ
âWhat the hell? I was going to say Ymir, sheâs horrifying.âÂ
âLook at the way heâs clenching his jaw. Itâs going to break if he does it any harder.âÂ
âHeâs just ugly. And look at Ymirâs - her jaw is clenched way more than his is. Iâll give you ten bucks. She wins the argument.âÂ
He looks over at you and Ethan, the way heâs quietly resting against your chest. He can see Mikasa and Historia smirking at him from their side of the room and he glares in response. Baby fever hiss ass.
âOw. Ow ow ow. Ethan, love let go of my hair.âÂ
He looks back over to find Ethanâs hand curled into a tiny fist, with your hair tangled beneath it. Heâs yanking you down by the hair, his little eyes glinting. Okay, maybe baby fever is a thing.Â
âEren. Just grab his hand and uncurl it.âÂ
âWonât that hurt him?âÂ
âHeâs a baby, not a porcelain doll, Ren.âÂ
He reaches over, placing his hands on Ethanâs as he lightly opens it up. He releases your hair, instead choosing to enclose his tiny little fists around Erenâs hand. He watches you lean over, whispering into his ear.Â
âThatâs Eren. You know he stinks real bad, just like you after you poop the bed.âÂ
âY/N.âÂ
âRemember the Mexican food. That was an atrocity to humanity. I couldnât use the bathroom for three days.âÂ
âYou used it right after me. That wasnât just me.âÂ
âWell. Girls donât fart, so I donât know what youâre talking about.âÂ
The two of you laugh, as you lean your head on to Erenâs shoulder, pressing Ethan closer to your chest. You watch everyone mill around the kitchen, Carla trying her best to accommodate everyone in the room.Â
Sheâs at the stove with Mikasa, making the eggs while Reiner and Bertholdt set the table. Sasha and Historia are making the pancake batter and youâre supposed to be making orange juice with Eren, but got distracted with Ethan. You lean over, whispering into his ear again.Â
âI feel horrible. Youâre being so nice to me and Porco right now and I hope youâre not thinking about what he said. It was really nothing and youâve always been good to me.âÂ
âY/N. I said after we went home. Weâll talk, yeah?âÂ
âI know. I just hate thinking that you feel like a bad person or friend or something, I just-âÂ
âY/N. I promise you donât have to worry about me. And I think I know what it is.âÂ
âYou do?âÂ
âI ended things with Hitch. If you can even call it that, because it wasnât even a thing. But whatever it is, itâs over. If thatâs what it was.âÂ
Wait. He canât be serious can he?
âWait, but. What happened, I-âÂ
âWeâll talk after. But you should know. Youâre the only person I care about, like that anyways. If you couldnât tell from all this, I do. Care about you. A lot.âÂ
âLike what?âÂ
Before he can answer, Carla comes over, wrapping her arms around the both of you as she squeals into your ears.Â
âThe two of you are just so sweet. Iâm so glad that the two of you are together. I can just tell by the way you act, youâre made for each other. Always glancing at each other across the room, whispering in each otherâs ears.âÂ
âMa. Quit it. Youâre going to scare her away.âÂ
She yanks on Erenâs ear one time before wrapping her arms around the two of you, squeezing you both tightly before walking away.Â
âSheâs relentless.âÂ
âShe asked me if you gave me a good morning kiss earlier. I said no and I swear her blood ran cold.âÂ
âYou set me up. But eat fast, okay? Iâll take you and Porco over after.âÂ
You nod, giving him one last shoulder nudge before sitting at the table. Eren cares about you. Like that. Whatever âthatâ means.Â
You want to ask. Ask him now if he feels how you do, if I love you is permanently stuck on the tip of his tongue like it is on yours. But you canât. Youâll save it, for when you guys go home to talk.Â
 -
âI canât believe your mom is letting us sleep in the same bed.âÂ
âDo you really think Iâd have sex with you with my mom down the hall?âÂ
You kick his knee under the blankets, rolling your eyes as you both stare up at the ceiling. The two of you had spent all of yesterday, after breakfast, with Ethan. Heâd taken you around his favorite spots where he was growing up, while you both waited to hear about how Pieckâs surgery went.Â
Early this morning, while the two of you were eating breakfast, Porco had called and said that she would be discharged by the end of the day. You were so happy you were literally sobbing - Eren and Carla wrapping their arms around you.Â
âIâm sorry. I just-Iâm really happy sheâs okay.âÂ
âOh, sweetheart. We know she means so much to you, Eren told us.âÂ
The two of them reach forward, wiping the tears off your cheeks as they squeeze your hands. Youâll never get sick of them doing that. Either of them.Â
âWhen did you and Pieck meet, Y/N?âÂ
âRight. We were neighbors when we were younger. Porco and Pieck were really my only friends. I always call them my fiercest protectors - theyâve been by my side since I was little.âÂ
She reaches over, cupping the side of your cheek in her hand.Â
âThatâs sweet. But just know, weâre always on your side too. Eren especially, yeah? Youâve spent a long time leaning on them, but Erenâs here to catch you now, okay?âÂ
You look over at Eren, whoâs watching the two of you so softly. You nod at him, agreeing to let him. Catch you. He realizes it then - when he sees you, all teary eyed in his childhood home.Â
He had thought of it briefly, after the party where he pushed Marlowe in the pool. Does he love you? But heâs looking at you now and heâs positive that he does.Â
The words are on the tip of his tongue. He loves you. Because now that heâs realized it - he wants to tell you. Tell you that he fucking adores you, that he loves how soft you are with Ethan, your bedhead in the morning, the smile lines by your eyes.Â
He loves you. Deeply. Overwhelmingly. Definitively.
âEw, Eren. Iâm just saying - thatâs a lot of trust in you to let you sleep in a bed with your supposed girlfriend.âÂ
âI donât know. She believes in love and all that. She got married to my dad only a few months after meeting him, because she just knew. Iâm sure sheâs assuming itâs the same thing with us.âÂ
âDid she do that with all your girlfriends?âÂ
âNo. I think she knew Historia was a lesbian before I did.âÂ
âRight. You never really told me about all that.âÂ
He turns over to his side, facing you. You can barely see him, the lights shut off leaving the two of you in pitch darkness. He reaches over, squeezing your hand under the blanket.Â
âYou always do that, Ren. Squeeze my hands.âÂ
He immediately pulls his hand back, letting go of yours.Â
âI didnât say it was a bad thing.â you whisper.
He puts his hand back on yours, locking your fingers together.Â
âI dated her back in high school. She was still in the closet at the time and I didnât really have any idea. I just kind of liked her a lot.âÂ
âDid it make you sad when she told you she didnât like you?âÂ
âNo. I was more upset because she didnât tell me herself. Or that she thought she couldnât tell me anything. Like yeah, I was her boyfriend but I also thought that we were like best friends. I would never be mad at her if she told me she liked girls.âÂ
You squeeze his hand twice, watching the muscles in his forehead tense. You love him, you love him, you love him. Heâs so sweet and you love him.Â
âWho told you?ïżœïżœïżœÂ
âJean. Or he was supposed to, I mean. She had asked Jean to tell me that she was too embarrassed to face me because she didnât like me anymore. Because she liked girls. Jean left the last part out on accident, so I thought she likeâŠcheated on me or something. We got into a huge argument about it, all of us.âÂ
âIs that when youâŠpunched Jean?âÂ
âYeah. It just pissed me off to think that I misunderstood just because he told me wrong. Heâs always in his own head - kind of talks before thinking about whatâs being said, assuming other people understand. Itâs just fucking frustrating when people get hurt because heâs not being careful.âÂ
You reach over, wrapping your arms around his chest as you nestle your head into the crook of his neck. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you. Youâre too good to him and he loves you.Â
âSorry that happened to you, Ren.âÂ
âSâokay. Jeanâs better about it now and we laugh about it.âÂ
âIâm glad.âÂ
âTake that as a lesson. You better not keep secrets from me. Iâll get real mad if you do.âÂ
âOkay, okay, I promise.âÂ
You lean over and press a kiss to his cheek before nestling back into his arms to sleep. He doesnât ask why you did it. You donât tell him.Â
You love him, you love him, you love him.Â
And he loves you, he loves you, he loves you.
-Â
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âIs there something Iâm supposed to wear to your soccer game? Iâve never been to one before.âÂ
You feel Eren get up from his bed, which you were currently sprawled on. Youâd spent more time in his room as of late, his bed being more comfortable to watch movies on than the couch. The night you had slept in his bed felt like it breached any sense of normal boundaries between the two of you, this was the new normal. I guess touching each others scars can do that to someone.Â
In the middle of the movie he had picked out for today, which was a stupid nature documentary that was putting you to sleep, he had invited you to come to his first home game, which was on Friday.Â
He was trying to convince you - telling you Annie would be there, that there are snacks, and Jean and Armin will be too since they were part of the game. Youâre positive he doesnât understand the pull he has on you, because youâd agree to anything the second he asked.Â
After you agree, you canât help but feel your heart twinge at the smile spreading across your face and you fight the urge to poke his dimples. You love his dimples. His smile lines. The softness near his eyes. You shake your head, directing your gaze back to the forest on the screen as you avoid the fluttering in your chest.Â
After your question about the clothes, he nearly jumped up, rummaging through his closet to find something for you to wear. After a few minutes, he throws the shirt at you, which lands square in your face, knocking you over. You pull the shirt off your face, sticking your tongue out at him as he joins you back on the bed.Â
You keep a respectable distance when you sit together on his bed, obviously. You canât even look at him without exploding. And whenever he touches you, all you can think about is his soft, nimble fingers running across your skin in the night, touching all the parts of you that were hurt.Â
But every once in a while, Eren will brush his hand against yours while reaching for his phone, fix your hair behind your ears because you âlook like a garden trollâ, and claim you have a stray eyelash on your face just to press his fingers against your cheek.Â
You think itâs an excuse to touch you, that it canât all be a mistake, but youâre also well aware that Eren can make you a little delusional. You ignore the validity of the situation all together. The less you think about his fingers on your skin, the better.Â
You hold the shirt up, inspecting it. Your throat drying when you realize what it is. His jersey.Â
âEren. I canât wear this.âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
âI donât know. Arenât you supposed to wear it while youâre playing?âÂ
âI have another one. Plus, all the girls wear jerseys to the games. Annieâs wearing Arminâs honorary jersey.âÂ
Annieâs not a normal girl, sheâs Arminâs girlfriend. All the girlfriends wear jerseys to the game. You turn to face him, an uneasy expression pressed on your face. He rolls his eyes, his hand making its way to the top of your head. He sticks his fingers into your scalp, applying soft pressure.Â
âWhy are you thinking so hard? Itâs just a shirt. I can find you another one if it bothers you that much.âÂ
Heâs right. Itâs just a shirt. To him anyways. It might mean something else for Annie and Armin and every other girl but for you guys, itâs just a shirt.Â
You shake your head, agreeing to wear it to the game on Friday.Â
 -Â
The game rolls around and youâre currently seated in the stands alone. You have superstitions to thank for that.Â
Armin doesnât play in the game, but helps the coaching team strategize where to put the best players. Hence, the honorary jersey Eren mentioned earlier. Arminâs been around the sport since he was a kid and knows all the playersâ strengths well enough to help assist in making plays. It makes a lot of sense when you think about it - Arminâs never the one at the center of the play, but definitely the mastermind behind it.Â
However, Armin claims that they canât win unless heâs wearing a very specific pair of blue shoe laces. Eren explained that superstitions mean everything to the team, even to him. Apparently, he refuses to play if he isnât wearing his key necklace. Because, heâll lose without it. Arminâs the same with the shoelaces.Â
Annie was currently tearing apart Arminâs apartment, trying to find the shoelaces before they could start the game in a few minutes. Which left you alone in the stands reading the book you brought to kill the time. Youâre not much of a soccer or sports fan - so you had contingency plans in place. Youâre just here to support your friends and because Eren asked you to come.Â
You feel a hand on your shoulder, pulling out your earphones to acknowledge the nudging. You find a tall, blonde man standing over you, gesturing if he could sit next to you. He has two other people with him, a man and a woman with dark black hair, who have to be one of the playerâs parents. You give them a smile, nodding your head that they could take the seats next to you.Â
âA Midsummer Nightâs Dream?âÂ
âYeah, I have to read it for an assignment.âÂ
At the sound of his voice, you take a moment to really seep into the manâs features. Heâs got blonde hair, thin circular framed glasses, and a full sported beard. If you had to guess, you would say heâs somewhere in his late twenties, just based on his looks and demeanor. You have a feeling youâve seen him somewhere before, but you canât really pinpoint where from.
âThis is an interesting place to complete an assignment. What brings you here?âÂ
You shut the book closed, squinting your eyes around on the field till you find Eren running up and down the track. The game starts in a few minutes and heâs warming up before he takes his spot at the goalie stand.Â
âThat guy. Heâs my roommate. I came to see him play.âÂ
The man nods, craning his neck to find who it was you were pointing at. You sit in silence, not interacting with the man or the other two people till the middle of the game. Annie still hadnât returned, but they were surprisingly winning the game. It was neck to neck the entire time, Erenâs team barely scoring over them each time the whistle went off.Â
You feel the fingers tap into your shoulder again, the blonde man staring at you.Â
âIâm going to go get water from my stands for my parents. Did you want anything?âÂ
You canât ignore the growling in your stomach and the dryness in your throat - you had been screaming for a better half of the last hour. You never knew sports could make you so passionate. You dig for your wallet in your pocket, pulling out way too much cash for a simple bottle of water. You reach for his hand, squeezing it twice before speaking.Â
âThank you so much, really. Itâs very kind of you to ask me. If you could get me a snack, that would be great. Hereâs the money for it, you can use it for your parentsâ water bottles too.âÂ
You place the bills in his hands, turning your neck back to find Eren running on the field. You feel bad, but the only thing you can focus on is him. Heâs so coordinated, like a figure skater on the field. Watching him lace the ball through his feet to avoid other players taking it from him felt somewhat hypnotic - but you think thatâs more about how Eren looks and is, rather than how heâs playing.Â
As the blonde man turns to leave, the woman slides into his seat, leaning over to talk to you. She has golden brown eyes, which are warmly peering into yours.Â
âYouâre really into the game. Youâve been following it really closely.âÂ
âI never thought Iâd enjoy it so much. This is actually my first time coming to a game.âÂ
âWhat made you decide to come today?âÂ
âEren Yeager. Heâs number eleven, running on the right side of the field. Heâs a really good friend of mine and he asked me to come. He cares a lot about the game and I care a lot about him, so I just had to come when he asked me.âÂ
She presses her hand over yours, squeezing tight. You can see her eyes glimmering at your words, though youâre not entirely sure why. You canât place it but she seems familiar too. Youâre having a weird sense of deja vu from the game all together.Â
âYouâre a sweet girl, really.âÂ
You smile back, your heart tingling at her words. Youâre distracted by everyone cheering at the field, craning your neck back to find Eren. You watch him sink the ball into the net, jumping to your feet at the sight of him stopping, a smile shining on his face as he watches the scoreboard turn in his favor.Â
You swear you imagine the next part, but the looks everyone around you give you tells you it was real. He turns to the field, squinting till he finds you settled in the bleachers. He points to the net, signaling at the score he just made, and then points at you, a smile pressed against his face. Youâre not sure what it means entirely, but what you are sure of is that his stupid smile was going to make your heart explode one day.Â
 -Â
Eren wins the game. Obviously. You watch his teammates lift him into the air, shuffling him to the end of the bleachers. You run down the steps, your cheeks sore from smiling so hard. You watch the players let him go and he meets your eyes, slowly walking over to meet you.Â
You basically run at him, tangling your arms around his neck. He lifts you up, spinning you around for a few seconds before setting you down. You can feel his arms shaking, which youâre sure is the adrenaline from the rush of the game.Â
âRen. That was so fucking cool. Youâre so cool.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
You can see the corners of his lips quirking up at his words, a warm look in his green eyes.Â
âYouâre amazing. You move so fast, I could barely keep my eyes off of you.âÂ
âYou canât do that anyways.âÂ
You smack his shoulder with the side of your arm, rolling your eyes at him. Heâs not wrong.Â
Before you can bite back, he looks past your shoulder, waving at someone behind you. You turn your neck to find the three people you were sitting with from before walking up, swinging their arms around Eren.Â
You watch the man with blonde hair put his hand in Erenâs hair and affectionately shake his entire head, while the man and the woman envelop him in a hug. Youâre thoroughly confused.Â
âYou know them?âÂ
âDo you know them, peaches?âÂ
âPeaches?â you hear the black haired man say, turning his eyes towards his wife and son.Â
âYeah, we were sitting together during the game.âÂ
He turns his neck, narrowing his eyes at the three of them.
âHow did you guys know it was her?âÂ
âShe has Yeager printed on the back of her shirt in huge letters. It wasnât that hard to figure out she was the girl we were looking for.âÂ
The three of them turn to you, all of them smiling brightly. Eren pulls you closer, swinging his arm around your shoulder as he turns to face you.Â
âY/N. These are my parents, Grisha and Carla, and my brother Zeke. They really wanted to meet you and I was going to introduce you to them after the game but they had other plans.âÂ
You can feel the gears settling into place in your head, the deja vu feeling making sense. The picture Eren showed you when you were sick, when you became friends - it was of them. His family. You just didnât recognize them right away because they were way younger than they are now.Â
You press your hands to all of theirs, the dread filling your chest. They knew it was you the entire time and you had no idea. Is that rude? Are they going to tell Eren you said that you cared about him?
âIâm really sorry I didnât recognize you. Eren showed me a picture and I thought I knew you guys from somewhere, but the picture he had shown you was so old.âÂ
âHe showed you a picture of us? He basically refused to show us any of you, heâs so secretive.â Carla responds, the shock pressed on her face.
âJust threaten him. Heâll give in eventually.âÂ
The three of them laugh, your heart tingling at the sight of their laughter and smiles. Okay, okay. Not too bad. They donât hate you, thatâs for sure.Â
âI have a feeling he only does that for you.âÂ
You quirk your eyes at his dad, Grisha he said, and shake your head, dismissing the comment. Heâd do it for anyone. You just know how to do it. You hear Annie and Armin calling you from the other side of the field, something about taking a picture of them.Â
You shake all of their hands another time, giving them your brightest smile before letting your legs drag you to where Annie and Armin were standing.Â
 -Â
âNo grandchildren till after graduation.âÂ
âMom.âÂ
âI get it. Sheâs really cute, sheâs sweet, itâs probably easy when you sleep in a bed together every night. But no grandchildren.âÂ
âSheâs not my girlfriend. And she doesnât sleep in my bed.âÂ
Eren feels Zeke smack the back of his head, turning back to glare at him.
âYou get stupider as time goes on. That poor girl likes you so much.âÂ
Eren shakes his head, looking over at you from across the field. Youâre crouched on the ground, taking a picture of Annie and Armin who have their arms tangled around each other. Of course, youâre crouching on the ground to get the best angle.Â
Annieâs pressing a kiss to his cheek and he ignores the fact that all he can think about is you doing that to him.Â
âNo, she doesnât.âÂ
âShe told us she cared about you. A lot. And mind you, she thought we were strangers. She wasnât trying to impress us as your family or your loved ones, she literally was just telling us, like sheâd tell any other stranger who talked to her. She likes you.âÂ
Eren feels his dad come behind him, pressing dollar bills into his open palm.Â
âItâs her money. Make sure you return it.âÂ
âShe offered to pay, didnât she?âÂ
They all nod, confirming his suspicions as he glances back over to you. Kindness was like breathing to you and he envied, admired, and loved it about you all at once. You were soâŠyou sometimes, it hurt him.Â
Eren gives Zeke one more shove for good measure, before stalking over to the field where youâre standing. He reaches over, pressing his fingers into the side of your shoulder. You turn over, your stupid doe eyes staring into his again.Â
âNeed something, Ren?âÂ
âI want a picture with you. Ask Annie and Armin to take it.âÂ
He doesnât miss how your face lights up at the request and he curses your sweet little heart for making him like you more.Â
Sometimes he feels like he canât help it, like you could breathe and heâd love you for it. The way your nose crinkles, your chest rising and falling as it fills with air, he could love anything, even a stupid physiological act, if it was you.Â
You hand Annie the camera, reaching over to press yourself against him. He reaches forward, squishing your face in his hand as Annie takes the picture. You run over, snatching the phone from Annieâs hand to swipe through the pictures. You accidentally land on the picture of Annie and Armin first, Annie pressing a kiss to his cheek.Â
âOh my god, I thought that was us for a second Ren. Imagine.âÂ
But he doesnât have to. Thereâs already a picture of you two like that - you pressing a kiss to his cheek - from a while back. You just donât remember it.Â
-Â
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âagain,â you instruct, and eren lets out a slightly annoyed grunt before regaining his posture, taking three small steps backwards from you.
âyou do know this is our fifth round, right?â he says, lips curling into a smirk. itâs precisely the sight of that smug look you want to wipe off his face that replenishes your stamina in an instant because now youâre convinced you wonât lose to eren jaeger.
âiâm aware,â you quip, reassuming your stance. âwhy? tired already?â
eren holds his fisted hands up in front of his chest, eyeing you through long strands of sweaty, clamped hair. his bun came undone just a moment ago and even though he might later use it as an excuse to say he was at a disadvantage, you donât give him the time to redo it.
âyou wish,â he taunts.
he tries to focus on drawing energy from the sun, aware that noon is when the sun is at its zenith and that it should grant him the upper hand. but itâs your very presence that serves as the greatest distraction and for some reasonâwell, a reason he certainly knows but wonât admit right nowâall eren can focus on is how your cheeks flush in this heat and your movements are as graceful as the wind.
with a careful spin that causes your garments to flow outwards, you stretch your arms out to collect a stream of water from the river that ran beside you, the cool liquid snaking around your body to serve as your arsenal.
eren, who is as hasty as ever, always makes the first move. he steps forward and summons his fireâbeautiful golden flames that coat his fists like perfectly-fitted gloves and aims for your rib. heâs always too eager, always too impatient, and by now, every move he makes is something you know by heart.Â
you sidestep his attack, light on your feet as you swing your leg upwards in an attempt to kick him in the chest. the maneuver would've worked if it weren't for the fact that eren had been waiting for you to do that because as soon as your leg is in the air, he reaches one hand to grab you behind the knee and the other by your mid-thigh, effectively allowing him to pull your entire body over him.
he certainly has the strength to do it and the move catches you so off-guard that you gasp, letting go of the water youâve been bending and causing it to drench you both. eren then lets go of you in time for you to swiftly land a headstand before grounding your two bare feet back onto the grass.
âguess iâm not not the only one thatâs predictable,â eren chuckles.
you donât take losses very lightly but you canât help the surge of pride that courses through your body when you realize youâve successfully taught eren how to read the movements of a waterbender.
âwhy are you smiling like that?â eren asks, slowly approaching you.
you try to catch your breath but itâs proving impossible with the way erenâs gaze on you appears so fixated. you couldâve sworn a brief light flickered through his jade eyes just now.
âiâm just glad that youâve finally learned something, jaeger.â
âyou make it sound like itâs been a pain trying to teach me.â
âit has though.â
eren hums, running his hand down your arm as he stands right before you. youâre certain now that itâs not the afternoon heat that has set fire to your cheeks but that itâs simply one of the many effects of being so near to eren, regardless of the fact that he is a firebender.
âdo you want me to teach you something for a change?â he teases, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.
you know that if you donât stop him now, eren could get a little carried away. so, you use your free hand and slowly close your fingers into a fist to bend all of the water out of erenâs drenched hair. then, just as quickly, you flick the collected water back onto his face and make a run for it.
eren flinches at the surprise attack but he can be swift whenever he wants to be.
âi'll get you for that!â he laughs, chasing after you until youâre well within his reach. from behind, he wraps his arms tight around your waist and spins you around and around, making sure that you both grow breathless, riddled with giggles, and slightly dizzy from it all.
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Number One Fan
Pairing: Pro Athlete!Eren Jaeger x Fan!reader
Synopsis: You have always been there to cheer him on, if only he would look at you the same way you look at him. But who are you compared to the all too perfect Mikasa?
Warning: Giving too much x giving too little, angst, unprotected sex, pregnancy scare.
Word Count: 5496
The crowd roared the moment his crimson volleyball shoes stepped into the court. Â Eren Jaeger flashes a blinding smile at nobody in particular, aware that somebodyâs camera was focused on him no matter where he looked.
âGo Eren!â
His grin grew wider, hearing the familiar voice and after turning to his right, there he sees you, all pretty in your pastel blue dress. Â All dolled up for him, just like how you always did since he was still in college, when he was two years your senior.
He sent you a wink before jogging to his team. He did not need to look back to see you clutching your chest, face warmed, all flushed after such effortless deed by him.
Eren did not have much intentions behind the act. Some of his fans liked you and shipped you two together. Â He could not care less what that was but it was good publicity so he did not see any harm in fanning the flames every now and then.
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the morning after!Â
roommate eren x f!readerÂ
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content warning: talk of scars, mentions of a not so nice ex boyfriend, erenâs not wearing a shirt, cuddling (kinda), eren roasts you for having bed head, mentions of a fight
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You wake up to find yourself tangled in Erenâs arms. Your cheek is resting directly on his chest, one of his hands secured in your hair and the other one wrapped around your waist. You think back to how you used to sleep with stuffed animals when you were little and silently wonder if this is how they felt when you went to bed every night.Â
The events of last night rattle through your brain - Eren spilling the water, taking his pants off, his fingers ghosting on your shoulder - and you canât help but feel the despair settle in. He was going to make you move and find a new roommate, wasnât he?
You feel Eren shift against you, his eyes slightly fluttering open. Heâs murmuring against your hair but youâre unable to make out what he was trying to say. You shift your head slightly up to find him staring down at you, his eyes squinting.Â
âYou okay?âÂ
You nod silently, putting your head back against his chest to avoid looking at him. The two of you stay that way in silence for a while, coiled in each otherâs embrace. You try to find the words to break the silence, but none seem appropriate to say.Â
âWhat happened last night? I canât remember.â he whispers.Â
You swallow hard. Moment of truth.Â
âYou came home, drunk. I helped you in and you asked for some water, which you kind of spilled all over us. I took you to your room and you threw up a little bit. I put you to bed after that.âÂ
Heâs silent, the two of you staring at the ceiling. Heâs trying to figure out a way to get you out of his apartment. Fast.Â
âYouâre leaving parts out.âÂ
âWhat? No, Iâm not.âÂ
âNone of that explains how you ended up in my bed, peaches.âÂ
You feel his hand stroking through your hair, the tension in your chest settling a little. Peaches. He still called you peaches. Heâs stroking your hair. Heâs probably not mad. Right? You take a deep breath before talking again.Â
âYou came home drunk at around three in the morning. I tried to get you to drink some water but you kind of spilled it on both of us. I figured putting you to bed was the best thing I could do - but you threw up a good amount before you could actually get there.âÂ
He winces.Â
âI remember that part.âÂ
You give him a small laugh, which he returns with a smile.Â
âAfter that, your clothes were still wet from the water - and your vomit - so I figured it would be best to change. I got your clothes and-âÂ
âYou took my shirt off. Asked me about the cleat marks.â he finishes.Â
You shift up off his chest, leaning over him to check them again. You had forgotten about them entirely, hoping you werenât pushing too hard on them during the night. You brush your fingers against the scratches, still bright pink.Â
âDoes it still hurt, Ren?â you whisper.Â
He shakes his head, his hand reaching for your hair. He pushes the loose strands behind your ears, as you run your fingers around the mark. He doesnât push you off or stop you. You donât get off either.Â
âYou should worry about that bedhead, silly girl. You look like the stuff of my nightmares.âÂ
âYouâre no sleeping beauty yourself, asshole.âÂ
The stirring in your chest settles, the two of you sitting in laughter before the quiet returns. Itâs comfortable, but you can feel your body tingling.
âAfter that?âÂ
âI asked if you could take off your pants on your own. You tried butâŠyou couldnât really get the button and zipper undoneâŠ.so I just did it for you and then turned around.âÂ
You avoid meeting his eyes, focusing on the cleat marks, the freckles on his neck, the birthmark on his side.Â
âI was going to leave but youâŠgrabbed my wrist. And you asked me to stay. Said you couldnât really sleep without me. My shirt was still wet and you were facing the other way so I just took it off to change.âÂ
You canât tell if hearing his heartbeat against your ear is making it easier for you to tell this story or harder. The sound is soothing, his arms warm but he also sets your skin on fire every time he touches you.Â
He moves, lightly pulling down the edge of your shirt to expose your shoulder. He reaches forward - for a second time now - and pulls down the strap of your bralette, exposing the scar tissue indented into your shoulder.Â
âI looked over. You have a scar on your shoulder. From falling off of a tree?âÂ
âBike.â you whisper.Â
He nods, tracing the outline of the mark again, his touch feather-like. You can feel his heart pounding in his chest, which youâre still pressed against, and are positive yours is beating even faster.Â
âDo you have any other ones?âÂ
âOther whats?âÂ
âScars.âÂ
You swallow, sitting up. He mimics your motion, the two of you sitting directly across from each other on the bed.Â
âYou first, Ren.âÂ
He nods. He points to his elbows, the marks on his chest, and a few gray lines on his calves.Â
âThose are all from soccer cleats.âÂ
You nod, running your fingers along his elbows.Â
âThe one on my ankle, right there is from my brother Zeke. I fell down the stairs after we were chasing each other. And the one on my hip right there is from cooking without my shirt on. I turned around too fast and leaned right into the pan.âÂ
You laugh, your fingers moving wherever he mentioned. It feels too intimate to be doing - touching his hip, his ankle, his calves - but it also feels wrong not to. If heâs mentioning it, you have to acknowledge it in some way - and your words have always failed you.Â
Heâs quiet for some time, like he finished, which confuses you. He missed a scar, one you were too curious to learn about. Right above his cupidâs bow is a small gray line, very faint, but visible. Youâre not sure how long you had to have been staring at Erenâs lips to notice it, but you did.Â
You lean forward, pressing your thumb against it.
âAnd that one?âÂ
âWas hoping you didnât notice that one. I got it from a fight.âÂ
âWith who?âÂ
âJean.âÂ
You lean back, giving him a questioning look. Surely he canât mean Jean Kirstein, like Arminâs roommate Jean.Â
âWeâre friends. It was a long time ago, just a disagreement we had.â
You nod, dragging your hand back to your lap.Â
âYour turn.âÂ
You nod, pointing to the pink skin on your knee first.Â
âI tried to give my little sister, Gabi, a piggyback ride. I didnât realize she got so heavy. She jumped on me and knocked me down in to the pavement.âÂ
He smiles, reaching forward to touch the skin on your knee. He was going to touch your scars too. You guide his hand to your thigh, pulling up a part of your shorts to reveal the mark on the inside.Â
âI was in a swimming pool. I jumped too hard and scraped it up against the stairs on the inside. Itâs healed pretty well, but that mark wonât go away.âÂ
The burning sensation that you felt when Eren touched you was bad, but it was feeling particularly horrible now with his hand against your thigh. You ignore it as best as you can - his finger moving up the length of the mark.Â
You pull your hair off of your right shoulder, lifting it up away from your head. You point to the spot just above your neck, his fingers meeting yours. He cradles your face in his hands, his eyes observing the scar.
âThatâs from falling in the shower.âÂ
âYouâre so clumsy. Maybe focus less on singing and more on balance.âÂ
You laugh, pulling your hand back to your lap. You stare at the scar in between your pointer and ring fingers, marked right against your knuckles. You feel Eren follow your gaze, grabbing your hand in his and rubbing over the spot.Â
âAnd that one?âÂ
You swallow hard. You try to think of the right words, the right way to say what needed to be said without breaking the moment the two of you were having. You didnât want to scare him away but lying seemed wrong in a moment like this.Â
âYou donât have to, pretty girl.âÂ
When did silly girl become pretty girl? Â
âI had this boyfriend a while back. We had an argument where he broke a glass and it just happened.âÂ
Heâs quiet, his fingers no longer running along the mark. He still has his hand locked in yours, but the soothing touch is gone all together. You look up at him, the look in his eyes unfamiliar.Â
Fuck. You went too far.Â
âIâll make breakfast, yeah?â you say, basically jumping off the bed and running out of the room.Â
 -
He joins you after a few minutes, having pulled a shirt on and fixed his hair. He meets you at the stove, where youâre currently making eggs for the two of you. Erenâs always been better at making breakfast, but youâd do anything to get out of that room.Â
You mull over the conversation in your head, cursing yourself for speaking too soon. Heâs just your friend. You canât just say stuff like that, especially when youâre in his bed and heâs half naked.
âPeaches?âÂ
âHm?âÂ
âCan I see your hand please?âÂ
You hold out your left hand, still scooting the eggs around in the pan. You still refuse to meet his eyes, the lump in your throat and the embarrassment in your cheeks stopping you.Â
âOther hand.âÂ
You glance down at the scar again, before switching the spatula in your hands. You now hold out your right hand for him to inspect, sweating at the thought of him looking at the mark again.Â
You feel him take your hand in his. He lifts your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the mark. You turn your head, dropping the spatula into the pan.Â
âI was trying to think of the right thing to say but you ran off. I still donât really know what to say butâŠI hope itâs enough.âÂ
You nod, understanding. Not really understanding, but you nod anyway. Itâs more than enough. Heâs everything.Â
âCan you move over, peaches? Youâre burning our eggs.âÂ
You nod wordlessly, sitting up on the counter to watch him finish the breakfast. You cradle your right hand in your left, rubbing your fingers against the spot he just kissed, marked, that he just tattooed with his own lips. This is the moment you realize youâre in over your head. He was most certainly going to be the death of you.Â
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oh no you didn't!
syn -> carla jaeger thinks she raised her son right, but this is a sight she never thought she'd see.
modern!eren jaeger x fem!reader
beware of..
foul language, eren is a father, arguing, ymir and eren are siblings (hc)
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if you were to ask carla jaeger her opinion on how she raised her children, she'd proudly say she did a great job.
eren always tried to be a respectful boy towards people, and could be such a sweetheart.
sure, his mouth got him in trouble more times than not, and maybe he fought more than he needed to.
but she made sure he was raised correctly for sure.
ymir had no filter on her mouth, but was still likeable by people.
she was carefree and honest with people, which would also get her in as much trouble as eren got into.
but carla was the same way, so there wasn't much she could do about it.
ymir understood, and tried her best to be well behaved. even with her potty mouth and snarky remarks.
carla's marriage with their father didn't work out in the end, so it was always just her and her two children.
it was hard for her to push on at some point, losing it and failing her kids for a part of her life.
but that didn't slow them down on being successful.
ymir went into the music industry, having her own group that she allowed her brother to pitch in every now and then.
she got a wife, who had a daughter. luckily, the daughter loved ymir like she loved her mother.
eren was able to get him a wife, have a well paying job, and advancing in his studies and the world on its own.
just a few months back (six to be exact) you were able to bring life into the world for eren.
a daughter.
ymir couldn't visit as much, so she left that to eren to fill their mother's loneliness.
and because his mother held a huge place in his heart, he always made sure to take a week or two to visit and stay in his mother's home with his little family.
they never get to see each other alot, so eren always goes all out when it comes it his mother.
so when she walked into the house from buying groceries, she never expected to hear this.
"i work hard. for this goddamn family. and this is how you fuckin repay me?" eren's voice boomed from upstairs.
carla paused and raised her eyebrow in confusion, placing the groceries on the cleared off counter.
did something happen while she was gone or was eren just being dramatic yet again?
sometimes carla swears she raised two daughters instead of one.
eren must've not heard his mother when she walked in, because he just continued going.
"but-" "there aren't any buts! you think i'll be all 'akekeke' after you fucked my boss? in my clothes?" eren cut you off, sounding angrier and louder than before.
carla held her gasp in her throat, placing a delicate hand over her mouth.
had you cheated on him?
in his mother's home? the home he grew up in?
carla had half the nerve to dash into the room and begin cursing and yelling as well.
but suddenly remembered one thing when she made it past the picture frames on the wall.
eren was a grown man now. his mother couldn't always handle all his problems for him.
so she paused where she was and listened.
"you have the nerve to have him hold my child, and have sex with him in the same room?!" eren grew even louder, making you sob even more.
carla shook her head in disbelief. she would definitely have to call mrs. springer when they were done.
the older woman listened even more, hearing her son mutter 'you know what' before a bit of shuffling could be heard in the room.
carla assumed eren was tossing you out of the house, until a scream rang throughout the house.
suddenly, carla grabbed a wooden spoon from the kitchen and dashed upstairs, running to the room you were staying in.
the possibilty of eren putting his hands on a woman was extremely low.
then again. the percentage was not zero.
when carla opened the door, the sight she'd seen was definitely not what she was expecting.
you and eren were kneeling beside each other at the foot of the bed, backs towards the door.
at the sudden outburst, you two whipped around and looked at carla.
she paused, still clutching the wooden spoon in her hand.
"what's going on." carla demanded, out of breathe and looking between the two of you.
she definitely missed the little bundle of joy between you giving her a sleepy, gummy smile.
"it's not what it looks like." eren said, holding his hands in the air.
in his hand was a ken doll, dressed in a suit with white paper wrapped around his neck.
in your left hand, was another ken doll with a (horribly) drawn mustache and the same suit. the only difference?
the paper around his neck was yellow.
your left hand held a barbie doll that wore a red bathing suit, a very small towel wrapped around her body.
carla blinked in confusion at the sight before her, before looking at her son for an explanation while lowering the spoon.
"we can't get her to sleep." eren complained, looking towards his little girl.
carla looked at you, who was smiling just a bit with the dolls still in your hand.
she then averted her eyes to eva-lee, your shared daughter.
little lee cooed at her grandmother, before rubbing her eyes with her little fists.
"so.. you had a argument. with dolls." carla said, rubbing her forehead in growing annoyance.
you and eren looked at each other, the dolls in your hands, and then back at eren's mother.
"uhm.. yeah." eren said, placing the dolls down and standing up to his full height.
you followed after, placing the dolls down and smiling just a bit.
carla was entirely speechless.
she didn't know what to say, or why eren thought this was an amazing idea to put his daughter to sleep.
the room stayed silent for a bit, save for little lee's tiny coos.
"eren." carla sighed rubbing her temples in soft slow circles to ease the headache coming along.
"we were just mimicking your dramas!" eren defended, gesturing to his mother.
none of carla's dramas were like whatever eren was up here doing.
"oh just give me the dang baby. and stop cursing around her." carla scoffed, stepping over to pick the young girl up.
but before she could approach, you stood in front of your daughter and held a finger to your lips.
carla raised her eyebrow, peeking around to look at her grandbaby.
eva lee was knocked out, sucking on her thumb while snoring softly.
carla couldn't believe eren's ridiculous tactic had actually worked.
her son wore an extremely proud smirk, looking towards his mother with an 'i told you so' look on his face.
"you know what? make dinner yourself eren. put the groceries away while you're at it." carla scoffed, shooing her son away.
eren let out a dramatic gasp. "that's not even fair!" he yelled, protesting like a teenager.
loud wails rang throughout the room, making everyone look at eva lee.
she was wide awake once more, and fussier than ever.
"get your ass downstairs and cook, eren. i'll help my daugther in law." carla smiled evily, lifting up the baby in her arms while cooing.
you stuck your tongue out at him and watched as he pouted, childishly stomping his way downstairs.
of course not before adding in his two cents.
"this is such bullshit!" he had yelled towards the two most important women in his life.
yeah, carla was definitely telling mrs. springer about this.
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nothing, just volleyball!eren making out with you in the team locker room. he only has ten minutes until he has to be out on the court, but he doesnât care. after all, the captain of the titans volleyball team gets whatever he wants, and thatâs you.
at first, the two of you were just walking the halls together. you had lied to your science teacher and said you had to use the bathroom so you could walk eren to the gym because he had a habit of walking by your classroom and bothering you instead of preparing for his game.
and everything was going fine. you two had just reached the gym, and you gave him a quick hug and kiss before wishing him good luck. you had the intention of going back to class, but then eren grabbed onto your arm and pulled you into his team locker room.
hence, your position now.
he has you against one of the cold lockers, thick arms around your waist. you can barely speak as he kisses down your neck, sucking marks onto the skin. groans leave his lips every once in a while, obsessed with your soft skin and the scent of your perfume.
youâre clouding his senses, and he fucking loves it.
ïżŒbut, as much as you want to keep going, he has to leave soon. your nails dig into his broad shoulders, trying to pull him off of you. âren, baby,â you pant, âcâmon, you have to go.â
instead of protesting, he bites down on your neck, causing you to gasp with delight (and the slightest amount of pain).
âlook at you,â eren comments as you arch into him, silently pleading for more. âso desperate for me.â
âiâŠhave to getâŠback to class,â you manage to stammer out, and yet you pull him even closer to your body. sure, youâd much rather have eren all over you than return to class, but he has to be ready.
âfine,â he sighs, moving away from your neck to readjust his bun. as you fix your shirt and reapply your lipstick in the mirror behind eren, he makes a side remark that makes you shiver in anticipation.
âbut after my game, youâre all mine.â
youâll hold him to that. with a grin, you lean up and press a kiss on his cheek, leaving a pink stain in the shape of your lips once you let go.
safe to say, he leaves your mark on his face throughout the entire game just to show the girls who heâs going to at the end of the day.
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I Know The End | Ch. 6
Zombie Apocalypse!Au, Older!Grumpy!Eren x Sunshine!Reader
Content: Reluctant traveling companions to lovers, Slight age gap, found family, eventual smut so Minors - DO NOT INTERACT.
Warnings: 18+, violence, mentions of SA, gore, animal abuse, murder, slight smut. (this chapter is really dark you guys, I apologize đ©)
Chapter Summary:Â The events of the ambush and itâs after effects. Personalities change and relationships shift.
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A/N: omg you guys iâm so sorry i took so long to write this, iâve just been hecka busy, but chapter 6 is here now!! and this one will give you whiplash, i can tell you that for free. i hope you like it!!!! <3
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