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"give Sarah my love"

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

the way joel tries to lift his hand off the ground for ellie despite being half dead. the way ellie hugs his lifeless body after he's gone. like this is 100x worse than i thought it would be

can’t believe i willingly went through this shit again

I had to walk out of that cinema with half of my heart left behind because of the "to be continued"

what am I supposed to do without the next part.

yeah, I'm not the same anymore

im sorry for the person I'll become when I see Spider Punk on the screen.

im sorry for the person I'll become when I see Spider Punk on the screen.

me calling ellie williams a “precious lil babygirl” like she isn’t a mass murderer

Play for me

Summary: After Ellie lost her fingers she longed to play the guitar again, so you played for her.

Contents: talk of Joel's death, PTSD mention, brief David mention, angst, comfort

It had been a long journey of healing for Ellie since Joel's passing. It changed her in a way nothing else had before, not even David.

She thought that avenging Joel would make her stop hurting, stop being haunted by him. But of course, it didn't. Abby had taken two of Ellie's fingers. At the time Ellie didn't see the significance, but when she finally came home and picked up the old guitar, the realization hit her. And it hit her hard.

The one thing left she had of Joel, was gone. She could no longer replicate the song he had played for her all those years ago, the small sliver of him was now inaccessible. It broke her even more.

Ellie often woke up screaming and thrashing next to you. Yelling and crying as she tried desperately to escape the memory that plagued her dreams. You would sit up, back against the beds headboard and watch, feeling truly and utterly helpless.

Touching Ellie made it worse, her mind associating it with being restraint just like she was that day. You did that once, tried to wrap her in your arms, whisper sweet words of comfort in her ear to calm her down. But Ellie would fight against you, her arms would flail and end up injuring you. If you were honest, you didn't care about her hurting you, but Ellie did. She would cry and beg for your forgiveness, even if it had already been granted.

It was a random Tuesday night when Ellie began screaming in her sleep again, fighting the blankets until she eventually awoke from her nightmare. The day before, you had been changing the strings on your old guitar at the desk in the corner of the room, and when you turned the bedside lamp on to make sure Ellie didn't hurt herself in her episode an idea came into your mind.

You got up and retrieved the old golden brown guitar, clad in new strings and freshly tuned. The mattress dipped when you sat back down, the instrument laying in your lap. Your fingers began plucking the strings like second nature, hand moving up and down the guitars neck in various positions creating new chords and harbouring different sounds from it.

You noticed after about ten seconds, Ellie's sobs turned to sniffles, her breath was still quick but she seemed to be managing it back into a normal temp. She leaned over to the nightstand, pulling a tissue from it's box and wiping if the tears, sweat and snot that covered her face.

Her hands trembled as they began fidgeting out of habit, picking at old peeling skin and scabbed over cuts that littered her palms. She looked at you, with glazed over eyes and through wet eyelashes, as she bit her bottom lip to stop it from trembling as the song slowly came to a close.

Once your hands had strummed the last chord, you looked at Ellie, placing the guitar against the wall and grabbing Ellie's hand to stop her from reopening any injuries. "How are you baby?" You hummed, eyes full of concern.

"I'm better now... Will you uh- will you play for me again?"

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NOT PROOFREAD

God I love getting traumatized every Sunday by grumpy dad and angry daughter

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joel when he knows ellie is safe: *actively dying / has not moved or spoken in days*

joel when he knows ellie is in danger: *wakes himself out of a feverish dream state, stands up for the first time since getting stabbed, strangles a man with his bare hands in a sudden burst of strength, ambushes another, duct tapes a guy to a chair and tortures him, murders them for being involved in taking ellie, walks miles in the cold to find her, all while carrying her backpack bc he knows her belongings are important to her, “its ok babygirl”* 

An actual representation of me waiting for the new episode:

eren in the new episode was so

spot the difference

This just made me laugh so fucking hard for no reason

❀ 𖧷 VOLUME ONE: ORIGINS 𖧷❀

Spider-Man Eren! x Reader

VOLUME ONE: ORIGINS

Sypnosis:

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

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

Genre:

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

Word count:

21.9k Words.

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Eren Yeager. 

Your average senior college boy. 

Charming, attractive, rich, and popular. He had a different lady at his luxury apartment every weekend. Star quarterback for the college football team. You know, the average. 

Eren was living the life. Peaking, even. The it-boy if you will. 

Okay, enough lying. Eren was absolutely none of that. Like, not even in his goddamn dreams did he fit any of that. Was it sad, it could be. But, he didn’t let it bother him. He was pretty content with his best friend Armin and his Camera. A beautiful 18th birthday present. 

Yet, that had nothing to do with the situation he was currently in. 

Currently, Eren was trying to awkwardly exit the situation started by the person in front of him. Ignoring the phones out and recording him and Jean. Of course, out of all the days Jean wanted to bother Eren, it was on the day he had a very, very important interview. 

The rude mantra of curses leaving Jean’s mouth as he placed a hand on Eren’s chest. Shoving him back with every step he took in the man’s direction. 

Yelling things at him like, ‘Pathetic ass’ or, ‘Useless nerd.’ His insults could use a little bit of help. Eren didn’t even know people other than himself and Armin used the word ‘nerd,’ unironically. Looks like he owed Armin ten bucks. Then another twenty to Harry. 

Honestly, Eren couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that Harry and Jean were brothers. He could never wrap his head around the fact that one of his closest friends was brothers with his tormentor. He can’t even fathom how the two are related! 

They were polar opposites– actually, this was debatable, they’re pretty similar in the looks department– but, when it came to interactions with Eren… Harry was one of the few people that actually liked Eren. Enough to the point to deal with him, and be his best friend since highschool. That’s why they’re so close now. 

In all honesty, Eren was just trying to distract himself right now. He really, really didn’t want to fight Jean. He didn’t know how to fight for his life. He didn’t even know people actually fought until he saw one in the middle of the subway train. Over a sandwich of all things. Let alone a boy who was the star quarterback of the school's football team. 

It was very clear, Jean was the worst person in Eren’s perspective. A person who thought with their dick rather than their head. 

Literally. 

And, he was even worse when he was with his best friend Flash. Moving away from Flash and Jean. Together. 

Jean had a full on scholarship, because of football. He was nothing without it. No smarts or distinct personality, nothing that makes a person unique. He was someone who was destined to be in the NFL, an athlete ready to go pro. 

Someone everyone was dying to be friends. Not because he was a cool person, but because he was going to be famous. It was a given with his looks, and skill on the field.

People just wanted to boast about being friends with a pro when they were in college. Something to talk about when they were all grown up. A story for friends or maybe kids of their own. 

But, Jean is the type of person who would kindly ask you to fuck off. Because, that’s just who Jean was. 

And, of course, like always, a certain someone was here to witness it all. 

Someone Eren really didn’t want to see get his ass beat. 

Which wasn’t out of the norm. Well, it kind of was. He’s never been in a fight with Jean, just kind of expected it to happen at some point. So, there was that. Yet, he couldn’t help but think– What did I do to deserve this? 

Which was absolutely nothing, Jean was just a huge dick and loved to flaunt it. 

You know, how every boy with a small dick is. 

Still, this was a situation he didn’t want to be in. Let alone, really know how he got in. 

So. Let’s start from the beginning, maybe that’ll help: 

Eren was your typical guy. 

Poor college student. Although, that's always been the case for Eren. He’s always had to deal with poverty. He wasn’t homeless, but he knew from a young age he had to do something to help pay the bills. 

If he wanted to eat something sweet, or treat himself to something unhealthy, he’d probably have to babysit the kids from the nice neighborhood across the town for a few hours. Technically an hour, but he always liked bringing something for his Dad. 

It didn’t bother him too much. Eren still feels like he had a great childhood. Sure, he had to worry about the random loud ‘bangs!’ in the night. Or, the odd noises coming from a dark alley when walking home. Maybe even the intense stares he got when he brought his backpack with him to the convenient store a few blocks down. 

But, other than that it was pretty great!

He was a smart, cute, nerdy, and an awkward boy. Honesty, the typical nerdy boy. Yet, he didn’t necessarily have the completion of one. Being staggering in height, –Although, no one could tell by the way he hunched his shoulders– piercing green eyes, and the body of any girl's dream. Although, it was always covered by his baggy clothing. Something he bought from the local thrift shop or Goodwill. 

Luckily, growing up in an environment like that- he learned how to adapt and dress himself with the money and clothing he had. Although, he didn’t really try to. He just stuck to his normal bummy outfits.

Yet, Eren didn’t like to consider himself a nerd. 

Did he like anime, yes.

He did love Star Wars, yes. 

He did build the DeathStar with his best friend, yes. 

He did have a huge gaming setup in his room, yes. 

Did he have the grades and smarts, yes. 

Did he love science, yes.

Did he not know how to communicate with women, yes. 

Did he- okay, you get the point.

But a nerd?! Psh, yeah. Wrong guy. 

Eren didn’t consider himself such. He didn’t spend hours upon hours watching porn or hentai. Let alone anime for too long. He’s watched superhero movies for longer.

Although, Eren did sometimes wonder if he was in an anime, what it’d be like. He always imagined a cheesy Slice of life anime, where a bunch of girls were fighting for his attention. You know, the average romance anime. Nothing too special. Yet, like every other anime– he was as dense as a rock, and always ended up picking the worst option. Just like in every anime. The tsundere girl who got on everyone’s nerves, except the actual love interest. 

You know, the usual horny boy fantasy. Yet, didn’t everyone? 

He wore normal things. Converse, jeans, random graphic tees and denim jackets. His glasses held together in the middle with some clear tape. Which had whitened due to the amount applied. Being a broke college student wasn’t always the best thing out there. His hair was always tied in a man bun with his pink hair tie. 

It was actually what he was wearing today. 

Eren could dress better, sure. But, sometimes it was hard. He didn’t have enough ‘nice’ clothing to wear throughout the week. So, you could only really catch him looking good once a week. If he felt like it. So, he never really stuck out. 

Although, Eren was tall. It was something he was quite proud of. Hell, he would randomly call his Dad, explaining how thankful he was for his awesome genes. 

Eren wanted to work at Stark Industries. An establishment where intelligent people –such as himself– would be given jobs that would help with The Avengers. 

It was also owned by the one and only Tony Stark and Levi Ackerman when he felt like it. A genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, as Levi and Tony like to say. And, also the guys in the iron suits. Surrounded by hightech weapons, and technology. Once helping allied forces in World War ll. 

Which was now taking interns at the new building within New York. It was specifically made for students within NYU. Like Eren. Eren was getting an interview there. 

This was the thing Eren dreamed about doing at some point in his life. 

It was an opportunity to get a jump start into a career within science and technology. Maybe even get a good paying job as a student. Which could snow-ball into a full time career within Stark Industries. 

Which was amazing since his major revolved around that. 

And maybe, he could even see Levi Ackerman or Tony Stark in action. Not on video, not in the news, and definitely not late at night when he should be studying. 

So, that was the very, very important interview he had today. Eren wasn’t going to miss it for the world. No matter what.

Back to why Eren thinks he’s going to get his ass beat.

The only thing that comes to mind, –only one small thing– which wasn’t even that bad. Was probably his obsession with his camera. Which stemmed from the obsession he had with his phone. Well, it wasn’t his phone he was obsessed with –but on paper it was technically that– it was what he was doing on his phone. 

Eren was usually nose deep into his phone and always typing something out. Writing down something more specifically. I mean, he just liked writing things down. It wasn’t obsessive, –maybe it was– but, it was enough to send concerned looks from his fellow peers. It wasn’t often. Just happened enough times to make him aware of it. 

So, maybe two or three times. Maybe even four, –he can’t really recall. So, not too often. 

It started back in elementary. It was cute, just little notes on small pieces of paper to remind him of what he had to do later. Wash the dishes, wash the car, walk the dog –you know– normal things. The stuff you’d show your mom and get a head pat for. A little praise of, ‘You’re being so productive!’ And a little treat if she was in the mood. 

Cute and simple things, really. 

Then, it became slightly different when he hit middle school. Once he got a cheap and practical cellphone. One that was able to take poor quality pictures and write small entries on the notes app. Eren soon started to ‘snap!’ photos of things. Then write his little notes under them. Which wasn’t weird either! It was actually really tame and kind of healthy. From what his father told him at least. 

A picture of his dog, a note below it saying–

-walk the dog. (Extra soft and fluffy today.) 

Or maybe, 

A picture of his best friends Armin and Harry

-call Armin at 6:30, (Changed his glasses to a different color.)

See, nothing weird!

Eren didn’t do it for every note. Just ones he felt like needed one. Ones that stood out to him, or he just wanted to capture the moment and write what was going through his head. It helped with a lot of stuff that happened when he was small. He liked capturing the moment. Just like everyone else. Eren just had a slightly different way of doing it. It wasn’t anything bad either. It was just something cute and sweet. Like capturing the moment in his head. 

Then, highschool happened. The sudden development of high tech suits, technology, and weapons happened. Along with many, many lawsuits against The Avengers. 

Suddenly, just like everyone else. He had a reason to be on his phone. Watching videos, and reading blogs about the hero made him a big fanboy. In fact, it shaped what he wanted to do for his future. Made him love Stark Industries. 

Which only worsened when his Father gifted him a nice camera for his birthday. Along with an expensive laptop to match. Which was a birthday and graduation gift. Then suddenly, Eren was taking pictures of everything. 

And I mean everything. 

‘Snapping!’ photos, and adding a mental note to each one of them. Excited to go home and upload them to his expensive laptop, ready to write the note out on paper. Or screen per say. Then, with pictures he really liked, he’d print them out and post them in his bulletin board. Connecting them to other photos that were similar. 

Eren’s room was decorated in beautiful photos. Some pictures of people with their loved ones, laughing away about something he had no clue about. Others of plants or scenery, showing the beautiful limelight of the world. The images TV’s played when you're not watching a movie or show, it was just displaying photos because it was on. 

It was wonderful. A cute hobby really. 

Until, it kind of wasn’t…

Suddenly, he was taking pictures of people he knew, or teachers. Adding notes that relate to education and his personal opinions about the person. Like how they looked that day, what they were wearing, how much it cost, things like that. With other pictures he took of students being pretty much the same. Commenting on the brand of clothing they were wearing. What type of material and color. Where he could find something similar and the price listed next to it. 

Which he knew he could and would never buy, but he just liked writing it down.

At this point all his pictures held notes below them. All of them. That was in highschool. He was now in college and still dealing with this… habit. 

So, that’s what he did today. Just like every other day. ‘Snaped!’ a photo of the most beautiful thing in the world. Like, he usually does! Making sure to take a moment to adjust the lenses, making the lighting shine down perfectly, and get the right angle. 

Of course, he was being discreet. He usually didn’t like the idea of taking pictures in public. Unless, it was authorized by a school event, where he was assigned to take pictures for the school. Other than that, Eren always made sure to be discreet when taking photos. 

He didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable after all. And, that's what he was doing now. Once the photos were taken, he brought the camera's screen to his face. Squinting his eyes and trying to view the photos. Which was a little difficult due to the strong rays of the sun. 

Despite that, he adjusted his thick framed glasses and clicked through the new collection of photos. Smiling as he tilted his head, satisfied with the new group of colorful images. A small blush on his cheeks while he smiled. 

Now, what was in this beautiful new collection of photos? 

Well, it was you. 

You had worn something particularly cute today. A black skirt, black stocking that covered your legs from the cold weather of New York. A white tight fitting long sleeve turtleneck, which sort of looked knitted from a distance, and a light brown luxurious double breasted overcoat. Your boots reached just above your knees, heels to give you some needed height, –he didn't mind you being short nonetheless– and black gloves that covered your hands. 

You had a gold necklace wrapped around your covered neck. Sporting a single letter representing the initial of your first name. Hoop earring to match, and a black scarf to add to your already defined look. Light make-up and clear– maybe, tinted pink lip gloss. Holding a pencil between your index and middle finger. A pair of sunglasses pushing your curled hair out of your face. 

You looked good today. 

Well, to be fair. You always looked good. Maybe that's why everybody knows you. Well, that wasn’t the only reason why. 

Not only did you have an amazing fashion sense, but you were the sweet, kind, and helpful person that everyone liked asking for help. You also sported a pretty face, which only helped with your bubbling popularity and personality. 

Now you, unlike him– were the ’it’ boy. Or rather, ‘it’ girl so be it. 

You were part of clubs and activities. You were appreciative, and participated in almost everything. You helped organize a lot of school events too. 

Although, Eren’s heard mixed reviews about the people you organized with. Someone saying you would never reply to messages, calls, or in person meetings. Always with a string of excuses, often related to– Art. 

Nevertheless, everyone wanted to be friends with you. But, unlike the typical popular girl– you loved making them. Loved talking to people and what they had to say. Gaining name, upon name, of people that you had to remember. 

Eren doesn't know how you do it. He knows he’d never be able to do it. 

Don’t get it wrong! You were a good person! What felt like the only good in the world. Always trying to help, and willing to see other people's perspectives, and assisting them off that. With a happy and sincere smile on your face. 

You switched your legs, crossing the right one over the left, then vice versa. Resting your chin on the palm of your hand and leaning to the group of people sitting around the table. Another group of known students. That being the infamous Connie, Sasha, Annie, Hitch, and her boyfriend Marlowe.

Along with another person who wasn’t currently at the table. Someone, Eren absolutely hated. Take a wild guess who. 

All those people known for different reasons, good or bad. They all loved your attention and friendship, just like everyone else. Dying to know what you had to say or do. 

A kind smile on your lips as the person who spoke had your whole attention. An airy laugh leaving your shiny plump lips when they said something that particularly tickled you. 

Only, there were two, small problems. 

You, the beautiful Y/n L/n, didn’t know Eren Yeager. 

Like.. at all. 

Which– he didn’t even blame you for. 

Eren always chooses to be alone, and not be too sociable. It’s not like he really needed to be everyone's friend. He had Armin, Harry and.. Okay, he only had Armin and Harry. Sometimes that Mikasa girl, when she wanted to talk to him. But, that was only when she wanted notes for a lecture she missed, or a pencil. So, maybe not Mikasa. 

However, Eren was pretty content with the friends he had. 

Totally. 

Okay, it would’ve been nice to have more friends, but that was proving to be extremely difficult when Jean absolutely hated Eren’s guts. And, with Jean being absolutely power hungry with people who desperately wanted his validation, it was kind of hard to do that. People just followed what Jean thought, coping with his actions and emotions. 

Sure, Eren didn’t have to deal with bullying from others as bad as Jean’s. But, sometimes just standing by and talking shit didn’t make them or the situation any better. 

That’s why Eren liked you. You never let Jean influence your opinions. That’s why you were so close to many of the people Jean hated. Like Floch or Reiner, actually best friends with the both of them. You genuinely didn’t care what Jean -let alone anyone- thought.

The problem with you and Eren were your social dynamics. You were known, like known. Everyone knew you and loved you. He couldn’t put it into words, so– imagine Regina George, –if she wasn’t fake, and ‘such a good– slut!’ as Cady liked to say– that was you. 

Perfection. 

Actually, maybe– just maybe, you had one flaw. Which Eren didn’t even think was a flaw.-

You were an absolute Air-head. 

But, you were an Air-head who wanted to help people! Which were the best type of Air-heads. 

So, maybe not Regina George. Karen Smith suited you better. A cute bimbo. An idiot with a cute smile. He didn’t think you were a total idiot. 

And, Eren was– well, he was Eren. No-one to be honest. Except for the average football bullies punching bag. The weird guy in the back of his class engrossed on what was on his computer. His classmates– scared to check what he was doing– or watching per say. 

With a black hoodie and matching face mask not helping his case. 

Then, there was problem number two. 

Circling back Jean. 

Jean’s hand came to the top of your back, resting his phone on the table as you looked up at him. Smiling and saying something he couldn’t hear. –He was like 30 feet away from you– Jean smiled at you, putting his thumb on your lip and whipping something away. Grabbing a strand of your hair and pushing it behind your ear. 

You just giggled, putting a hand on his chest, and shoving him away playfully. 

If anything, that should be Eren pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Seeing your adorable smile as he smiled back at you. His cheeks dusted with pink for being so close to you. Maybe, you’d even agree to a quick photo shoot in the park. 

You got up, grabbing your bag and waving a kind hand at the people at the table. With everyone returning it back to you. Grabbing your headphones, and placing them into your ears, and picking out some music to listen to. Then, turning to Jean and walking with him. Your right hand on your bag and the other one within his. Skipping every now and then to make him speed up his pace. Eager to get to your destination. 

Eren was pretty sure you were dating the one, and only –jackass– Jean Kirestein. Eren honestly didn’t know why. Despite being with Jean, Eren couldn’t help himself. 

Biting his lip and watching the way you gracefully walked, the wind blowing your hair perfectly and- Eren did what was second nature to him, almost like walking or breathing. Eren brought the camera up to his eyes, and adjusted the lenses again. Seeming to forget he was in public. Trying to get the best angle before snapping a few photos of you walking. 

Sighing blissfully and bringing it down from his eye. Looking down adoringly and sliding through the photos. His blush deepened with each one. He was so utterly infatuated with you. You were such an idol in his eyes, a beautiful piece of art.

Adjusting his glasses he raised the camera again, aiming it at you only to be startled by Jean’s face completely covering yours. Staring directly at the camera and more importantly Eren Yeager. He flinched, letting out a quick– ‘Oh shit–’ as his hand quickly shut the camera's flap, letting go of it and letting it hang around his neck. 

“Were you taking photos of Y/n, creep?” 

You stood a few feet behind him, eyebrows crossed and head tilted slightly. Your headphones tucked away in your pocket. Your hands held behind your back while your left foot was pivoted behind the right one. Lips in a small pout as you tried to figure out what was happening. Your eyes moving from Eren to Jean, curiously examining the situation. 

Oh shit, was Eren’s first thought. Followed by, Holy shit she caught me taking a photo of her. 

Jean laughed, loud and obnoxious. “Holy shit, Yeager-creep was taking photos of Y/n.” He scoffed, an amused smile on his lips as he tilted his head. Showing off a proud smile, sharp canines shining at him. “Is that why you always carry your camera around? I always knew you were a pervert, but didn’t think you had the balls to actually take photos of girls.” 

Eren shook his head, slowly taking a step back. Only to be followed by Jean with two steps closer. “What? Were you going to jack off to them?” Jean was getting off on this, he loved to taunt Eren. He shoved Eren backwards. “Huh?”

“It’s not like that Jean-”

You let out a soft– “Jean?..” trying to pull him away from the boy he was pestering. You weren’t necessarily a fan of watching Jean bother people. Random innocent people. People doing what they love and minding their own business. 

Jean looked at you scoffing, “After taking pictures of you?” He said, a hand on his hip. “Please, this is why people walk all over you. You need to stand up for yourself.” He turned back to Yeager, glaring at him. 

“Back to this piece of shit.” 

So, that's how Eren got here. 

Awkwardly smiling as he took another step back. Jean just cocked an eyebrow, glaring at him. Feeling a tiny hand on his back, making him freeze on the spot. He definitely wasn’t expecting you to touch him right now. Not in the middle of bothering Yeager. 

You tilted your head, peering from behind Jean and looking directly at Eren. Eyebrows furrowed as you spoke, “Yeager?..” You slowly asked, wondering why that name sounded so familiar. You bit your bottom lip, “..Yeager?..” you whispered. Trying to understand what about that rang a bell. 

Before, your eyes widened, taking in a huge gasp. A big smile on your face as you poked Jean, turning his attention to you. Watching as you slowly walked in front of Eren, and looking up at him. Eyes wide with astonishment, and excitement. Eren could feel his face burning, your body was so close to his. Your sweet perfume, and small body inches from his. Eren could feel his heart beating out of his chest. His mouth opening, and closing like a fish out of water. 

Eren was trying to talk to you. But, he just couldn’t. He couldn't say anything.

You smiled at him, “You mean that one guy who takes all the cute photos of the school?” You were now directly in front of him. Standing on your tippy toes and getting closer to his face. Causing his breathing to completely seize. “You know, with his little– uhm?..” Your eyebrows furrowed together, trying to recall the word. 

“Camera?” Jean said, taking a step back. Finding it odd how intrigued you were by the guy he hated. 

You smiled, nodding your head quickly. “Yeah, that!” You said, “That person, is him?” You said point a finger at Eren. You were so cheerful and happy, it was almost blinding. 

Eren blinked a few times at you, trying to breathe again. However, when he did, all he could smell was you. Your shampoo mixed with your sweet perfume. Maybe, some lotion on your neck. He thickly swallowed, his mind blanking and slowing down. 

Eren felt dizzy, like he was going to pass out. Holy shit, was he going to pass out?! His eyes were trained on you. Holy shit she’s right in front of me. Eren just ended up slowly nodding his head. It wasn’t even a strong nod, it was a pathetic weak one. 

You squealed, jumping up and down and turning to Jean. You honestly loved his work. His photos were cute and pretty! You absolutely adored the way he could capture the essence of the moment. Which happened to include a lot of events organized by you. He somehow always made them look absolutely stunning. It just really helped getting some publicity when you didn’t know how to. 

It didn’t matter what the event was, it just always looked amazing. Honestly, Eren was really cool for that! That’s why you had his name memorized by heart, just in case you ever ran into someone with that same name attending your university. Well, his last name at least.

But, you were pretty sure you knew him. Somehow. 

You turned to Jean, smiling at him like an idiot. “Jean, he was obviously taking pictures of the school!” You said, pointing to the scenery in the background. With a ‘duh!’ tone of voice. “I mean, this place is literally so cute.” You turned to Eren, grabbing his camera and ducking under the camera strap, and pointing it at Jean. Unknowingly pressing your back to Eren’s front. 

Caught in the middle of the camera strap in between both of your heads. You continued, “He probably needs to point it in our direction or something.” You squinted at the camera, “Like what camera people do.” 

“Photographers.” Jean said, “They’re called photographers.” He said again, slightly annoyed. God, you could really be an idiot sometimes. Jean thought, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

You nodded, “Yeah, those people!” You pointed at him playfully, smiling. You didn’t notice that you were practically pressed against Eren. Just ducked your head, leaving the confined space, and placing the camera back in Eren’s hands. Saying a soft– “Thank you!” While giving a final smile of blissfulness, causing his heart to absolutely melt. 

You looked back at Jean. Raising your shoulders and smiling. “If we’re lucky, we might even land in one of the school pictures!” 

You’re way too optimistic, and naive to really see what was happening but, Eren wasn’t complaining. If anything it was really in brand to who you were. You literally just made the perfect lie for him. One he was definitely going to piggyback off of, if he could find the courage to speak. 

And, now he didn’t have to fight him so– win win!

Jean slowly looked at you, then to Yeager. Jean wasn’t convinced, in fact, he was quite literally the opposite of convinced. Maybe, he just wanted a reason to bother Yeager. So, he said the next best thing. “Alright.” He slowly said, “Can we see them?” 

Eren was still trying to collect himself from the close contact he just had with you. Yet, he didn’t even need to, you were already speaking for him. 

You quickly shook your head at Jean. “No Jean!” Your voice was so cute and sweet. “That'll ruin the surprise, Babe!” You said, hands helping express your statement. You were always very animated. You turned your head to Eren, smiling at him and winking. “Right, Eren?” You put a thumbs up. Waiting for him to give one in return, it took him a second but it slowly –and weakly– happened. 

You nodded, turning back to Jean and grabbing his hand, pulling him away. Hushing him as you said, “C’on, I’ve been wanting to try this cute candy place! Just forget about it!” You were so lucky Jean liked you. Because sometimes, you honestly just got on his nerves.

In the end, Jean just scoffed, turning away and glaring at Yeager. You just pulled him forward. Distracting him away from the tall boy. You slowly turned to Eren, smiling and sticking out your tongue playfully. Scrunching your nose and waving ‘good-bye!’ Before, continuing the walk you were having with Jean.

Eren stood there for a minute, before finally feeling his knees cave. Making him drop down to the ground and sit on the green grass. His bulky camera pulled against his neck from the sudden movement. His heart pounding in his chest as he felt his ears, cheeks, his whole goddamn face burned up. 

His eyes were glossy and wide. A goofy smile on his clear face. 

God, he was so in-love with you. 

Maybe, he didn’t say a word. Maybe, he didn’t even breathe, but that didn’t matter. What did was– he finally got to be near you. Eren finally got to see you up close, rather than the picture he took. Yeah, he was infatuated with you– yet hadn’t uttered a word near your presence. Despite knowing you for years.

He got to see you up close. He got to see what he admired from afar a few inches from his face. And, he was so happy with that. It was enough, he was happy with this interaction alone. Eren could die right now, happy and content. 

Even if… he didn’t say anything. 

Because, that was enough, you were more than enough. Despite this, a part of him does wish he just could speak around you. Even if that was just a few words. How? Eren has no clue. Maybe, if he had an alter ego. One that was covered head to toe with something to hide his identity. A cooler, and more confident version of himself so that he could talk to you. 

Something utterly unrealistic. Something like that would be nice. Really fucking nice.

But god, he was so done for. 

Because Eren learned one very important detail about himself. 

Despite how much Eren absolutely adored you. He could not, -for the life of him- utter a word around you without feeling like he was going to explode. 

How the hell was he supposed to start talking to you if he couldn't do the fundamentals of talking?!

God. He just wished he could. Eren really does. 

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Eren was wearing the best things in his closet. 

A nice dress shirt which he bought at Ross and a black tie he borrowed from Armin. Along with some semi-formal black pants. Unfortunately, he couldn’t find nice shoes –in his size– in enough time for the interview. So, he just had his black converses. Luckily, he stopped into a store the day before. Finding a black trench coat for him to ‘borrow.’  

Eren’s hair was tied in a bun, a few baby hairs out and complementing his face. And, a part of him hopes that Stark Industries gives their employees a uniform to wear for work. If not, he was seriously going to be struggling with looking presentable in a place like that.

I should take a picture. Eren shook his head. Not now. 

Eren was staring at himself in the mirror and smiling lightly. Still feeling you near him. Still able to see the innocent smile on your lips. His camera in his hands as he scrolled through the new collection of images. Smiling like an idiot and leaning on the restroom sink counter. His foot was placed on the cabinets below it. 

Maybe, just maybe– Eren was a little stalker-ish. Just a little. But, he didn’t have any bad intentions. He just liked to capture beautiful things in his photos. Which was perfect considering you fell into that category. Perfectly.

Honestly, the interaction between you two, was just the thing he needed before an important interview. Something to get his heart pumping, and his nerves ready for the unexpected questions he was going to be asked. Eren placed his camera down on the counter. Shutting the flap, and sighing. Looking at himself again. Adjusting the thick-framed glasses he had. The clear tape holding them in the middle almost taunting him. 

Eren adjusted his hair one more time, making sure to slick it back and walking out of the small restroom. Ignoring the creaky boards with every step he took. Again, living in New York as a college student was hard. Eren was lucky enough to have a decent scholarship that covered a lot of his expenses. 

Did it cover everything? No. Yeah, absolutely not.

But, it was took care of enough.

And sure, maybe he had to deal with his neighbor’s loud arguments at the ass crack of dawn. And maybe, he had to buy an extra lock for his door, because he didn’t truly trust the locking system already there. Or the weird stained window curtains that barely covered the outside from inside. He didn’t care, it was cheap. Eren didn’t have the money to be picky, let alone sad about not having money. 

Despite this, he always knew how to make his apartment look presentable. It was decorated in his artwork, pictures he took when walking around the streets of New York. Having some furniture and decorative items to make it look more presentable. –You should’ve seen how it looked when he first got here– Now, Eren could confidently say this was his home. A good representation of himself as well. 

He shook his head, adjusting a photo on his wall, and glancing at his skateboard. Eren quickly grabbed it. Tucking it under his arm and looking for the keys to his house. Soon finding them, and leaving his small apartment. Making sure to lock the door and pull it a certain way so the door is fully locked. Which was something he had to learn the hard way. 

Then, he was off. 

Walking through the plain hall, decorated with the peeling light green paint that had been there for god knows how long. Weird stains of smudge giving it some decoration to the plain board. Eren grabbed some of his wired headphones, looping it through his shirt and up to his ears. Connecting it to his phone and scrolling through his music list. Trying to find something he was fond of. 

He ended up choosing the song, ‘Gone, Gone, Gone.’ A song he’d grown quite fond of. Only, to be stopped by his phone ringing. He awkwardly searched his pockets, free hand going to his back then front pockets. Finding where it was located. Of course with his heavy skateboard in his left hands. After some time, Eren just placed it on the wall, deciding that would be more practical. Then grabbing his phone, looking at the caller ID. 

‘Armeen’

He smiled then, slid his finger on the screen of his phone, and answered the call. 

“Eren!” 

Eren flinched at the loud tone of his best friend. Pulling the headphones away from his ear and waiting for Armin to stop shouting. He could hear him shouting even without his headphones on. He wasn't even listening. Just waiting for his friend to calm down. Grabbing his skateboard and continuing his venture to Stark Industries. 

Soon, it bubbled down to silence. Making Eren lower the volume and return the headphones to his ears. He took a deep breath, and wearily asked– “Okay, are you calm?” 

There was a moment of silence. Followed by an indefinite “Yes.” 

Eren huffed out a laugh, nodding his head and stuffing his phone back into his pocket. Grabbing the mic of the white headphones and raising it to his mouth. “Okay, that’s good.. What happened?” 

Armin took in a deep breath, taking a moment to collect himself. “You know how I said I was going to get interviewed a few people before you?” He paused then spoke again, “And, how I could help scout the area for you?”

Eren pushed the complex doors open, entering the streets of New York. Pushing the hair that got into his eyes behind his ears. Walking by the groups of people getting to where they needed. “Yeah? I remember.” He softly said, “I mean, I was kidding.. but sure. Yeah.”  

Armin scoffed, finding it rediculous Eren would joke about something that involved Stark Industries. “Okay, well.” Armin sang, leaning on a wall and peering from the side. “Mr. Ackerman is here.” He quickly informed, “So is Tony Stark.” He held his breath for a second before speaking again. “And, they're now interviewing the students.” 

Eren froze in his spot. Blinking mindlessly. 

Levi Ackerman was going to be interviewing me. Tony Stark was going to be interviewing me. His heart was pounding, his hands shaking. A sudden boost of adrenaline. 

Armin flinched, hearing the call end abruptly. His eyebrows knitted together, saying a soft- ‘Hello?’ Before finally checking the screen and seeing that Eren ended the call. He let out a small laugh, dropping his phone by his side. A charming smile on his lips as he looked at the ceiling. Letting out a small, “Huh.” of acknowledgement. 

This wasn’t going to be good. 

Sure, Armin told Eren what wanted to. Partially. Yet, he’s pretty sure he should’ve started the conversation differently. Maybe, said something along the lines of– ‘Not only that, but–’ to keep his best friend on the line for a bit longer. 

So, he was a little guilty. And, what could possibly invoke this feeling in Armin you ask? Well… Tony Stark and his brother Levi Ackerman were going to be the interviewers. Armin knew Eren was going to freak. Maybe even die by such people colliding within the same time period, and goddamn room. But luckily, he already warned Eren about that. 

But, that’s not worrying him. Something else was making him worry.

What? You may ask?

Well, the third person that was going to be interviewing him alongside Levi and Tony was…

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Eren was out of breath, lifting his skateboard off the ground and grabbing it with his free hand. Taking a moment to catch his breath and stare at the huge building in-front of him. 

This was it. He was here. 

About to get interviewed at Stark Industries by the one and only Levi Ackerman himself. Aka, Ironman.

Mostly.

Eren was going to faint, maybe even throw up. Maybe even scream with excitement. Something was about to leave his mouth and he honestly couldn’t tell what. Good or bad. 

Eren thickly swallowed, looking directly in-front of him and staring at the doors leading into the building. Okay, maybe the nerves were coming back.

He thickly swallowed, shaking his head and walking inside. The automatic doors opened almost instantly. Fresh and cool air hitting his body. Which kinda sucked considering how cold it was. Yet, he didn’t mind for two long. He was already breath taken by the establishment in front of him. All the technology and innovations within. 

A digital display of Levi Ackerman and Tony Stark themselves in the middle of the large room. Showing off his Ironman suit, displaying some of the mechanics and offensive moves. 

The place was so futuristic. It almost looked fake. Things you’d see in movies and only movies. Elevators and staircases, a lot of staircases. People wearing things he didn’t even know existed. Let alone want to know the price of. Eren was astonished. He’s never seen so many pieces of technology and plants in one room. 

Jesus! Are any of these real?!

Both his hands went to his neck, trying to grab his camera and capture the moment. Thoughts bubbling into his head to write down. Information entering then leaving, because of how much he was taking in. 

Shit, my phone. Where’s my– 

“Excuse me?” 

He stopped frantically checking his pockets. Turning his head to the side and seeing who spoke to him.She was a sweet looking girl, red hair and kind eyes. “Can I help you?” She had a casual outfit, more casual than the other people within the building. Which made her stand out. 

Did I stand out?

Eren cleared his throat, standing up straight and walking towards her desk. Slightly tripping over his feet as he inches closer. He looked down, trying to see what happened only to the now scuffed group staring back at him. 

He tripped over nothing. God, I look so bad right now. 

Eren gave an awkward chuckle, looking forward and leaning on the counter. “Yeah, uhm. I’m headed for the Ackerman interviews.” He sheepishly said. 

She looked to the side, like she was thinking. Only for her eyes widened with excitement, “Oh! You’re one of the students!” She said cheerfully. Turning away from her computer and speaking to him. “Great! Your interviews are taking place on the sixth floor.”

Pepper, as her name tag said– turned over her shoulder. Point to an elevator, “Sixth floor and the door all the way down.” She looked back at the computer, typing something. “I’ll tell Levi and Tony that another one of his interviews are here.” 

Eren bit his lip. “Wait, how many interviews is he doing today?” 

Pepper tapped her foot a few times, clicking something on her computer and scrolling. “Uhmm..” she drawed out. “Around three to four hundred.” 

Eren could feel his heart drop. He was going to need to stand out from four hundred other students. Students who also passed the most difficult micro-technology, and fringe-science test  given to even get an interview, ever?! 

He just forced a smile, which didn't look too pretty. Eren huffed, nodding his head. “Alright then.” 

Pepper looked at him for a second. A smile on her lips, “I promise you– it’s really nothing to worry about.” She leaned on the palm of her hand. “It’s just you’re competing with other extremely intelligent students your age that share very similar characteristics.” She shrugged, “But, you’re special in your own type of way, I’m sure!”

Eren felt his eye twitch, another forced smile and laugh. As he seethed, “Thank you, Pepper.” Looking at her name tag again.

Her eyebrows itched together for a moment. Clearly showing her confusion, before she scoffed. Looking down at her name tag for a moment then back to Eren. Choking out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh, please.” She said, “Call me Petra, only Levi and Tony call me that.” 

Along with Pepper herself. 

Both of them usually got mixed up at the establishment. It just turned into an inside joke between the four of them. Levi, Tony, and Pepper. Enough to the point where Tony would purposely switch their name tags. 

Eren nodded again, ignoring the anxiety put in him. Grabbing his skateboard and resting it under his arm, grabbing his backpack strap. Walking towards the elevator. 

His phone vibrated, a small ‘ding!’ ringing through the small room of the elevator. 

I should mute that. Woah, this is a nice elevator. I could probably get a cool ground shot if I– Not today, Yeager.

He shook his head, grabbing his phone and looking at the notification. Seeing it was from his best friend Harry. Definitely what he needed to distract himself, considering how nervous he was getting. 

Harry Osborn

Tell me how your interview goes

Since your such a FREAK for things like this

Eren

That's the plan

Eren silenced his phone, slipping it back into his pocket and sighing. Leaning on the clear wall behind him. Looking at the establishment as the elevator went up. This felt so surreal. There was no way this was happening. 

The door opened, revealing the huge floor. It was mostly carpeted, and halls. Leading into different rooms and secured areas. Only access granted to those who held key cards of their identification. 

Maybe that would be him one day. 

Eren shook his nerves out, smiling and walking forward. Reaching the waiting lobby. Or, what Eren thinks is the waiting lobby. It was quite, more fake, or real plants decorating the room. Some chairs and pieces of technology displaying something to entertain the guest. 

What surprised Eren, was the other receptionist sitting in the corner of the room. He just slowly walked to that, being extra aware of the floor to not trip over anything. There were a bunch of other students in this room. 

She had a somewhat similar complexion to the girl downstairs. The only thing being really different was their outfits. 

Her outfit being more mature and fitted. Like she did work here. A formal working coat and her hair straightened. Nice light makeup and a name tag. Eren couldn’t help but notice her name tag. He laughed, seeing it read– ‘Petra.’ 

“You must be Pepper.” He said, a small smile on his lips. 

Pepper laughed with him, hand covering her mouth as she nodded, “Yes, I’m Pepper.” She got up from her chair, reached to the end of her desk and grabbed a few papers. “I’m guessing you met Petra.” She grabbed a pen, placing the two things on the counter. Ready for Eren to grab. 

Eren put a hand on his neck, “Yeah, I kinda guessed your name tags switched.” 

Pepper smiled, nodding her head. Sitting back in her chair and rolling back to her computer. Grabbing her mouse and clicking something. Saying a small– “Smart,” as she typed in a few things. “Actually, believe it or not. You’re the only person today who’s made that connection.” Pepper clicked on the Interview times, causing a scroll of names to pop up. “Which is weird considering how many mini geniuses we have in this room.” 

Pepper bit her lip, her eyebrows knitting together. Saying a small, ’Guess that makes you special.’ She took a moment to really look at her screen before opening her mouth again, about to ask Eren a question.

“Eren Yeager.” He quickly said. 

Pepper blinked at him for a second, before smiling. Nodding her head and looking back at the computer. Clicking onto the name ‘Eren Yeager.’ Pepper, winked at him. “Thank you, just the thing I was going to ask you.” She pointed at the papers again. “Just fill this out and once your name is called..” she looked at him. Smiling excitedly, “It's show time!” 

Eren nodded, looking at the papers and grabbing them. Then, looking around the room, trying to find a place to sit down. Which was a little hard due to the scary vibe everyone was giving. 

Which, he couldn’t even blame them. Everyone in this room was competing for the single space. 

Eren settled with the seat next to a fake plant. Far enough to get some personal space, yet close enough to the interviewing room. Which was currently closed. Putting his backpack and skateboard to the side. He grabbed the pen, filling out the form. Seeing it was an equation on nanotechnology, along with some other form of physics. A combination of the two and some other things along those lines. 

God, not another test. Jesus Tony, you’re killing me. 

“Yes, I promise to be back before the next interview.” 

A sweet and really familiar voice spoke. A girl? No shit it’s a girl Eren. 

“Yes, I know, I know.” 

Eren looked up, feeling his heart stop. Cheeks are heating up with a red color. Holy shit. Holy shit. 

You closed the door silently, shaking your head and giggling lightly. Catching the attention of everyone in the room. –I mean, who wouldn’t want to look at you?–

You took off your coat, placing it on a plant. Okay, yeah, they’re all fake. And grabbed your name tag, pressing it on the door next to the one you just exited. Taking a moment to look over your shoulder, and peer at the students. Wanting to know the other people you would be interviewing with the Stark brothers. 

When your eyes locked with Eren’s. Your body froze, hand still in the doorknob as your eyes widened for a second, which he could confirm wasn’t excitement. 

You quickly changed your expression, smiling and scrunching your nose. Thickly swallowing, and waving goodbye. Walking into the room and closing the door behind you. Tense from seeing a person you were familiar with. Sure, you were happy to see a familiar face. Even if you didn’t really remember his name, it was always good to see someone you were familiar with. 

Mostly. 

Just not in this situation. Not when you were at Stark Industries. Something you desperately wanted to keep separate from your college life. You could feel yourself cringe. 

You softly sighed, looking at the ground. “Shit.” 

Eren’s face was burning. Ears tinted red and his heart beating out of his chest. Why the hell is Y/n here?! He could feel his throat drying up, he needed water– air, Wait shit! Am I even breathing right now?! He quickly inhaled, seeing he was indeed holding his breath. Eren closed his eyes, before getting up and placing the papers down on his seat. Leaving it behind to try and get some –needed– air. 

Eren left the waiting room. Pushing the doors open and stumbling forward. Making sure not to trip and then walking around the sixth floor. Exploring the area as his heart slowly returned to normal. Which wasn’t helping considering how nervous he was to see you, and be here. 

Eren sighed, leaning on a wall not too far from the waiting room. A locked door right next to him, another ID card needed to enter. Eren just needed to turn the corner to walk back to the waiting room. Something he didn’t know if he wanted to do just yet. 

Eren did have one more problem to solve, so he really should go bac–

“No, Jean.” Your voice rang out, “I already told you I can’t go to your game today, I’m already doing a–“ you paused, scrunching your nose. Taking a moment to think, looking at your surroundings and sighing. “An art thingy.” You said, slowly looking at the ground. The black heels that Jean bought for you, shining back at you. 

Eren pressed himself behind a corner, staying there to collect himself. Holding his breath like you could hear him. Debating on whether or not he should walk past you or just go around. I’m just going to walk around. But, before he could leave, Jean's voice replied to you. Catching his attention. 

“C’on, you’re always doing some shitty art thing.” He said, his tone obviously annoyed. “Your ’art’ Y/n, isn’t going to get you anywhere.” He insulted. 

You furrowed your eyebrows together, softly sighing. Closing your eyes and dropping your head. Eren couldn’t see you, but he could feel your emotions. 

“But. I can.” Jean continued.

You opened your eyes glossy and slightly red. Your nose a similar hue as you sniffed, awkwardly laughing as you spoke. “Jean, you know I’m–“ you sniffed again, sighing this time and giving up on explaining what Jean already knows. “I– I’ve gotta’ go.” 

Jean said something, but you ended the call. Leaning on the wall and softly groaning. Looking at the ceiling and biting your bottom lip. Blinking rapidly as you tried not to let tears fall. 

Eren was at the opposite side of the corner, feeling a part of him hurt.

If only I could say something. 

If only I could say something.

The same thought traveling through both your heads. Desperate and calling. Both similar goals with different routes and outcomes at the end of them. 

You sighed, pushing yourself off the wall and walking away. Going towards the waiting room. Wiping your eyes lightly with your sleeve. 

Wait, you were walking towards him. Shit! Shit!

A panic shooting through his body as he looked around. Watching as people passed him, like they knew what was happening and we’re going to help him. 

Now, what Eren did next– he isn’t very proud of. Definitely not something he likes to admit or think about. In fact, every time he recalls this memory he always tries to force a different way this set of events happened. 

Eren grabbed the ID of the worker walking past him. Pressing it on the screen lock and entering the locked door right next to him. Quickly shutting the door as quietly as possible. Holding his breath, with his back pressed to the door as you passed by. Heels clicking with every step you took. Which made the situation way more dramatic than it actually was. 

You stopped for a moment, staring at the door and raising an eyebrow. Looking at the person who just passed by. Noticing a few odd things about them. Something’s not right. 

You put your hand on the doorknob, before shaking your head and pulling away. You needed a break. You just needed sleep. You just turned on your heels, waving ‘hello’ to whoever passed you, and continuing back to a different room. You didn’t want to go to the conference room, where you and the Stark brothers were taking interviews, just yet. 

The people applying for this job were– smart. A very simple way to put it. Smart as in– Why the hell are you in college and not working for NASA, or some smart place like that. I don’t know. Some place where they would be more appreciated. 

One thing that all these people had in common was– the lack of friends. It was to the point where all of them were closed off, it looked like a lot of them haven’t spoken to someone in awhile. It just didn’t sit well with you. 

That's why you made sure to be very engaged with everyone. Nodding your head and smiling when they brought up something familiar. Grabbing their hands and giving them your full attention. You know some people want to be heard, so– you always make sure to give people that feeling that they were. 

Around you at least. 

Eren sighed a breath of relief once he couldn’t hear you anymore. Closing his eyes and shaking his head. Feeling his hands shake. God, I’m so pathetic when she’s near me. Eren pushed himself off the door, looking around. 

Wait, why is she here?!

That thought didn’t last. What did, was the next one. 

Wait, where the hell am I?

Eren looked around the room. Noticing all the chemicals and computers were in this room. Along with glass beakers and paper filled binders. Okay, I definitely shouldn’t be here. 

Eren turned back to the door, ready to press the ID card to the sensor when she heard some talk. Like, right outside the door. Well, he could always wait for them to pass by. It's not like– The lock turned green. Unlocking the door for them. 

Oh shit. 

Eren looked around the room, finding literally no place to hide. God, this is bad. Eren just groaned, finding another door and thinking– good enough. Before he pressed the key-card to the screen and shoved himself inside. Shutting the door the exact same time the other door opened. 

He thickly swallowed, closing his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows. Back pressed to the door as he tried to listen. Seeing if he got caught, or if the people heard something. 

“You think John’s coming?” The mystery person asked. Sounded like a male, maybe an older gentleman. 

“No, I just told him I’m grabbing my laptop and going back. Told him to wait.” A female voice responded, around the same age. 

“Where is your laptop?” He asked. 

She moved some papers, “In this room..” she said. Grabbing some beakers and moving it to the side. Causing the glass to loudly ‘clink!’ against each other. “Ah!-- found it.”

Eren sighed, relaxing against the door. Hearing the couple make some small talk, seeming like they were going to leave soon. Which meant, he would have to panic for too long. Actually, maybe he should. What was this room?

Eren was in a dark room. That was a lie, it was illuminated by the blue light on racks. Racks of what? You may ask. Well, even Eren didn’t know. From this distance, it sort of looked like racks of– Cotton?.. Strings of cotton, maybe?

Weird. 

He squinted his eyes, some black dots on them. Moving neon dots. 

Wait, what is that?

Eren pushed himself off the door and walked forward, squinting his eyes and pressing his glasses to his face. Trying to see what the hell was in front of him. Unfortunately, the 5 racks were moving in a circle. Making it even harder to see what it was. 

He walked along with him, staring at the small neon dots. His nose a few inches away from one of them, only to stop dead in his tracks. His stomach dropped. 

“Spiders.” He whispered, eyes widening. His body tensed. 

Eren took a step back, his mind blanking in fear. “Spiders.” Another step, “Spiders.” He said, absolutely awed. 

For the worst reason.

Now, the one thing Eren was terrified of. Even more than you, –despite you being his favorite thing in the entire world– was spiders. 

He genuinely could not stand them. 

At all. 

He didn’t hate them. No, he wished he did. Eren was deathly afraid of them. That’s why he couldn’t stand them. The long legs, bunch of eyes, and fast speed. The shits can climb walls and have weird super strength?! Are you kidding me?! God really fucked the world over when creating those little devils. 

Eren can’t express how terrified he was of them. Couldn’t look at them, scared. Couldn’t kill them, scared. Once moved out of a house because he saw a tarantula, scared. Which, who wouldn’t?

That’s how scared I am of them. Fuck the little scary devils. 

He bit the inside of his cheek. Taking a bunch of steps back. Bumping into the wall and falling on his ass. His glasses fell to the floor, shattering one of the lenses. Which he couldn’t care about right now. He just needed to get the fuck out of this room. Like, right now. Maybe even kill himself if he couldn’t leave. 

Almost instantly, his skin was crawling. Were the devils on me?! He patted his skin, trying to take away the feeling. Despite nothing being on him. A common thing once he sees the horrible creatures. Even if they were feet away from him.

He looked back at the door he entered, forcing himself up and rushing outside. At this point, he didn’t care if the people were still there, he just needed out. Unfortunately, during that crazy flight-or-fight reaction, he ended up running through the cobwebs. 

Oh my god. I'm killing myself. 

Eren forced himself through the door, shutting it behind him and grabbing the cobwebs in his face. Pulling it down and muttering a– ’Gross.’ And tossing it to the floor. Shaking his hands as the cobwebs still clung to his fingers. Strings or stickiness dangling from his fingers. 

Eren shuttered as he removed the rest. Watching the webs slowly peel away from his skin and clothing with every movement. It felt like they were still on him. I mean, they still were. Strings or cotton decorating the floor and his hands. 

This was disgusting. 

Eren finished removing them. Shaking his head for the last time and walking to the door he entered. Pressing his ear to it, trying to hear if anyone was near before existing. Then closing the door and dropping the key card on the floor before discreetly walking back to the waiting room. Pushing the doors open and walking back to his seat. Ignoring the looks from the other people in the room. Along with Pepper’s. Just staring at his seat like he wasn’t gone for half an hour. 

He needed to finish one more problem before–

“Eren Yeager?” You smiled at him, putting the clipboard under your arm. “It’s now your turn.” 

Eren put his hands to his face, shutting his eyes and taking in a deep breath. God just really hates me, doesn’t he? Eren grabbed his things, awkwardly shoving them all together and making his way to the door. 

Until–

What’s this weird sensation.. What’s on my hand?-

A spider. 

You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. Seeing as he froze in his spot. Staring directly at his hand. Almost like he was entrenched by it. His hands of all things. You took a step in his direction, trying to look at what he was staring at. “Uhm, are you like? Okay?..” You softly asked, tilting your head at him. Looking at what used to be his glass covered eyes. 

Then, it bit him. 

I’m going to pass out. 

Eren wasn’t even joking. He was passing out. His head heavy, and his eyesight turning into static. Oh my god, I’m going to pass out. He staggered forward, blinking rapidly. His ears ringing to block out noise in the room. His head is leaning forward from the impossible heavyweight of his head. 

“Eren?” 

Your voice rang through his head. Causing his eyes to instantly go to your frame. His body was leaning on your small one, holding up his weight. You looked at him, readjusting your hands to better support him. Your nose is almost touching his. 

Your cherry lip gloss overcoming his senses, sweet perfume and innocent eyes. Curiously and worry as you looked at him, hand coming to cup his cheek. Eyes wide and on him, only him. “Oh my gosh! You’re– You’re burning!” Despite the situation, your voice was still cute and innocent. Filled with desperation. 

You hand pressed against his chest, the other one on his face. Making him look directly at you. Only you. God, you were so close he could feel your body against his. –Duh– Your chest pressed against his chest. Making his skin deepen in color. 

In that second, Eren gained all the energy he needed. His face flushing and pushing himself away from you, everything that was on him dropping to the floor. Due to it being a momentary strength, he lost it almost immediately. Dropping to the floor. 

Your eyes widened, going on your knees with him. “Levi! Tony!” You hurriedly shouted, “Get some help!” You looked at him, your eyes glossy brimming with hot tears. You were always very sensitive and caring when it came to people. You grabbed his face again, the back of your hand coming to the top of his head. Feeling his temperature, again, you repeat yourself. “Oh Honey, you're absolutely burning.” 

“What’s happening?” Levi spoke, his sharp gaze landing on Eren. His brother, Tony followed behind him, lifting the glasses he was wearing to the crown of his head. They were probably reading glasses.

Of course, this had to be Eren’s first interaction with the brothers that owned this very building. Just great. His literal heroes were watching as he burned up on the floor. With his crush trying her best to comfort him. 

You turned to him, “I– I don’t know! He just fell on me, then–”

“Passed out on the floor, right.” Tony said, he closed his eyes for a second “Get up. Y/n, help him to the– the..” He snapped his fingers a few times, trying to think of the word. 

Pepper smiled, shouting– “Health-room!” from her desk. 

Tony pointed at her, “Ah, yes. Health room.” He forced a quick smile at her, “Thanks, Pepper.” Tony looked back at you, “Take him there for me, yeah?” 

You nodded, looking back at him and cupping his face. “Oh Love, where are your glasses? Aren't you like blind without them?” 

You weren't wrong, but Eren knows that's not how that works. Like, at all. Sure, he had thick lenses, but– he wasn’t blind. Yet, Eren didn’t have the energy to correct you. To be fair, he never had the energy, or the balls to correct you. 

You wrapped his arm over your shoulder, picking him up –with surprising ease– and leading him to the health room. Making sure to say soft praise for each step he took. If Eren was more aware of the situation he would’ve been freaking out. Your small hand on his body, forcing weak steps out of him. Then, praising him with sweet words. 

Levi looked at all the stuff on the ground, letting out a small scoff. “I just had this floor cleaned yesterday.” He softly said, making Tony look at the mess with him. 

Tony let out a small chuckle, “Yeah, well…” He grabbed Eren’s backpack, tossing it on a chair, and looked at his skateboard. “God, did he come here on this?” He shook his head, leaning down to grab the skateboard only to stop. Looking at the small thing near it. 

“Levi.” Tony’s voice was stiff, like he forced it out of him. Closing his eyes and sighing heavily. Levi looked at Tony, glancing at what he was looking at. Then, he kneeled near the ground. Almost instantly, Levi was groaning alongside Tony, looking away and rubbing his temples. “Don’t tell me that spider came from the kid.” A rhetorical question, one that Levi wanted to roll his eyes at. 

Tony reached inside his pocket, pulling out a tissue. Grabbing the spider and bringing it closer to his face. Looking at it, almost sighing with annoyance. “And, it’s one of ours.” Tony grabbed the skateboard, putting it along with his backpack and papers. 

“Send someone to go check–”

“On it!” Pepper shouted, a smile on her lips as she pushed herself from her desk and walked to the door. Grabbing some of the staff and walking toward the ‘situation’ room. 

Tony shook his head with amusement. Looking back at Levi saying, “This is why I love her.” Before, getting up and handing the tissue to Levi. Letting his glasses drop over his eyes, turning over on his heel and walking into the room. 

“Tell Pepper to cancel the rest of the interviews, we have our guy.” 

Levi’s eyebrows furrowed together, not really convinced by what his brother was telling him. They’ve done at-least a hundred interviews, and now he’s choosing to be lenient when picking someone? After regarding a student because he didn’t like how they sat? Yeah, Levi wasn’t convinced. “And, what if he’s not what we want?” He expressed, his hands crossed over his chest. 

Tony laughed, shaking his head once. Raising his eyebrows and turning to Levi. Straightening his posture and saying, “Well, we’re going to make him what we want.” He said cooly, pushing open the door he exited and walking into the room. “No matter how far from it he is.” 

Levi rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue and following him. “You just don’t want to deal with a lawsuit.” Shutting the door behind the both of them. 

Tony nodded his head nonchalantly, “That too.” 

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Eren’s eyes adjusted to the light, a soft groan leaving his lips. Laying down on a scratchy surface wasn’t helping. Which felt slightly cushioned. Was it a bed? A really uncomfortable one. He could hear people talking– was that a beeping noise? Eren let out a soft groan, stirring in the uncomfortable bed. Which didn’t feel like his. 

Wait, where am I? 

Eren quickly sat up, hearing the beeping noise get louder, only to see it was a heart monitor. Oh yeah, he’s still at Stark Industries. He passed out, if he can recall correctly. He raised a hand to his temple, rubbing it. His head was pounding, something that only worsened his weakened state. He was thirsty and weak. Tired and embarrassed, he couldn’t even think straight without thinking about what happened.

How he practically fell on you. He probably looked so stupid. Eren tried pushing that thought away, he was way too exhausted to think about that. He thickly swallowed, lifting his head and looking in front of him. 

Yet, for once in his life- he really, really didn’t want to see the person in front of him. Not like this. 

You were sitting across from him on a plastic chair, typing away on your phone. Your lips pressed together, and eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Right leg crossed over the left one as it bounced. Your eyes went up, looking directly at Eren. Feeling a pair of eyes on your frame. You smiled at him apologetically, getting off the chair and placing your phone down on it. Looking at him with concern. 

You bit your bottom lip, awkwardly resting your hand on top of your heart. Somehow pressing your chest together perfectly. Eren would have appreciated it, if he was more awake. And, if he had his glasses. “Are you feeling any better?” You softly asked. Tilting your head at him innocently. 

Eren sighed, leaning his head back and nodding. His hands gripping into the white sheets that covered him. Mouth pressed together tightly in a straight line. He really didn’t want to talk to you. Looking like this. 

You got closer, standing in-front of him. You were about to speak when Eren beat you to it.

“What are you even doing here?” He asked, eyes trained on you. It’s been forever since the last time he actually spoke to you. This was probably the worst thing he could’ve started with but– this question was killing him. Why were you here?

Your eyes widened, surprised by his question. Surprised he even said something. Since Eren had a habit of staying quiet when you were near. You thickly swallowed, “Why are you here?” You asked, smiling at him. “Are you like, gonna’ be one of those white lab coat people?” 

“Scientists.” 

You pointed at him, “Yes, scientists.” You said, turning away from him. 

“Why are you here, Y/n?” 

You giggled, “I’m just like a receptionist. I write things down.” You softly said, waking to your seat. “My Dad works with Stark, and managed to help me get a job here.” You grabbed your phone and turned to him. Your face burning with embarrassment, “I don’t even know what a receptionist does, pretty stupid, huh?”

You weren’t looking at him. 

Which was good, you would’ve seen the absolute confused face he had. He didn’t even want to ask more questions. Because he knew he wouldn’t like the answer. He didn’t want to know how an air-head like you got a job like this. 

An adorable air-head. Although, a part of him was slightly salty with the amount of connections you had.

You grabbed your bag, “Anyways!” You said gleefully, “I think you're big enough to handle the rest of the way home.” You walked to the door. Leaning on it. “Or, do you need me to walk you?” 

Eren shook his head, trying to release the hold he had on the white sheets. Only to find them.. stuck to his hands?.. 

You took a step backwards, looking at Eren. “Alright then, C’ya!” You pivoted on your heel. Eren just watched the way your skirt twirled with you, flipping up and showing your panties. Eren looked away, his ears red. 

He didn’t need his glasses to tell what just happened. 

Once you were gone he looked back at his hands. Eyebrows furrowed as he tried to pull the sheet away from his hands. Feeling himself grow antsy and panicked. Why couldn’t he?– Let go!

Eren sighed, relaxing his shoulders, and sighing. Closing his eyes and just thinking. The worst possible thing to do given his situation, but it’s all he could do. He hated being alone in his thoughts. Eren finally felt his hands pull away. It allowed him to look at the sheets, then his hands. He slowly breathed out, “Oh-kay.” He slowly said, laying back in the bed. Looking at the ceiling, processing what happened. 

“That’s– new.” 

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It was night when you finally made it home. And, it was about time or your daily facetime. You placed your phone on your restroom counter, washing your face with makeup remover. “Okay, look.” You said, grabbing a towel and patting your face. “Harry’s a cute boy, tall and awkward. I know that.”

You propped your phone up. Looking at your best friend Gwen. “And, I mean, really nice.” You had a small blush in your cheeks. “But, he’s like–“ you tried finding the words. “Weird? I don’t know, it feels like he’s forcing himself around me.” Or, it feels like he shouldn’t be around me. 

She nodded, “Weird as in, he hates you? Or weird as in he likes you?” She said, raising an eyebrow. “When people like someone, they tend to be awkward or rude to that person.”

You paused, looking at your reflection and blinking innocently. “Likes me?” You said, feeling butterflies swirl in your stomach. Your friend laughed, making your face heat up again. “Gwen, I’m being serious here.” You softly wined. 

“No, no. I’m sorry, s’just you’re really cute.” She shook her head, “I get why it could be confusing, usually guys don’t act like that when they like someone.” She said, “I can’t remember the last time someone was awkward around me, because they liked me. I’m almost jealous. Anyways, please continue..”

You sighed, kneeling to the floor. Looking directly at your phone, “He’s… I don’t know.” You tilted your head to the side, resting it on the counter. “I don’t even know what to say about him. There’s nothing about him that would make me feel like this, it’s just… it’s uncomfortable.” You whispered that last part. 

Maybe, this is why you’ve never been in a relationship. 

You sighed, getting up and grabbing some face cream. “It’s weird, I just feel like he… he’s hiding something. Or, is acting like everyone else. Seeing me the way everyone else does.” You felt your chest tighten, “That type of different.” 

Gwen shrugged, “Well, Y/n, I don’t know if this is obvious but– you two work at enemy corporations.” She said in an obvious tone.

You let out a small, ‘oh yeah.’ Making her loudly laugh, your cheeks burning in embarrassment. 

She shook her head, continuing. “He’s literally the son of the CEO of Oscorp Industries.” She laughed, “While you’re working at Stark Industries.” Gwen noticed how you got uncomfortable. You didn’t like speaking about your work. She didn’t like saying it but, she guessed it was because you felt guilty about how you got it. She heard a few rumors.

Gwen didn’t believe them. 

“So, he’s acting different?” She said, changing the subject back to what you were more comfortable with. “Is this a one time thing? Or, something that’s been happening?” Gwen laid down on her bed, and propped the phone on her desk. 

You sighed, taking a moment to respond. “I don’t know, he just– it's been happening for a few days.” You pouted, “He was always different, well he seemed different. But before, it was a good different! Then– then this started happening.” You sighed, leaning on the wall. 

Gwen raised an eyebrow. “Seemed?” 

You sighed, grabbing your phone and walking into your bedroom. Your bedroom mostly dealt with whites and pinks, a good representation of who you were. A cute girl who was kind and soft. Your bedroom was decorated in drawings and paintings. Maybe some pictures you printed out of friends and family. 

The ground was dark hardwood, covered by a fluffy, big, and pink carpet. Your bed is covered in a white sheet, a small cream blanket over top. Fluffy white pillows on top and tossed around. It was almost like Eren’s –Except way bigger and nicer– just way more organized and girly. And, you know, instead of pictures it was your artwork. 

Placing your phone on your desk and searching for your computer, you quickly remarked. “Yeah, seemed.” You found it in the middle of your sheets. “And, now he’s just acting like everyone else.” You looked to the side, slightly saddened by it. 

“Really?” 

You nodded, opening your computer and shutting the windows that were open. You were doing homework. Then opening a website. 

“The same as in?…“

“Same as in..” you sighed, trying to think of the words. “It feels like he doesn't see me as a real person anymore.” You pouted lightly, “I'm pretty sure he sees me as this perfect, pretty girl.” You sighed, “When I’m really just a normal and boring girl.” If only he knew who you really were 

“Do you like him?” Gwen asked, watching the way you hesitantly shook your head. She bit the inside of her cheek, “I mean, is that necessarily a bad thing?” She said, “I mean, I would want the guy I like to see me like that.” 

You wanted to send a jab at her so, you quickly said, “Just say Peter Parker.” You said, sending an adorable glare at her. You could never look mean. 

Gwen suppressed a laugh, shaking her head. “Y/n, you know me and Peter aren’t anything.” She said playfully. “I’m just saying, I wouldn’t mind that.” 

“Gwen.” You said, slightly whining. “You and Peter are like, destined to be together. Don’t you think I don’t hear the way you talk about him.” You said, accusingly. A finger up and pointing. “It seems Peter really likes you.” You looked down at your hands for a second. “The real you.” You turned your head to the side slightly, sighing. “The worst part is, the two of you have only been talking.” 

You stood up, grabbing a picture above your desk. Taking it down from the bulletin and looking at it adoring. It was a picture you drew of Gwen and Peter. “You guys have been talking for a few months, I honestly don’t know why the two of you aren't dating yet.” 

Gwen quickly responded with, “It’s complicated.” She took a moment, collecting herself and sighing, biting her bottom lip. “And, like I said. Peter and I aren’t anything.” She pointed a finger back at you, “But, back to what you were saying, no one in the world is going to know the real you. Only you can.” Gwen said. “Even then, you don’t entirely know that either, we’re still figuring out what we are. Who we want to be, things like that.” Gwen smiled at you, “You can only get comfortable with someone. Comfortable enough to act more like yourself.” 

You sighed, “I guess.” You looked to the side for a moment, trying to recall something. “Wait, did you date Harry for a little?” 

Gwen’s eyebrows furrowed, “What? No?!” She shivered, “I mean, he liked me. But, that ended forever ago.” 

You blinked a few times, “Oh.” 

She laughed, leaning on the palm of her hand. “Uhg, Y/n.” Gwen groaned playfully, “You’re such an idiot.” 

You sent her a glare, making her raise her hands up. Still, a playful smile on her lips. 

“Sorry, is bimbo the better term here?” She rested on her hand, ignoring the rude glare you were giving her. “You were the one who started it by calling yourself that.” 

You groaned, typing something on your computer, “You know, I didn’t even know what that meant.” 

She giggled, “Then, I think that makes it even more ironic.” She smiled, “Definitely not one of your proudest moments.”

You just muttered a small– “Be quiet.”

The call went silent for a moment before you spoke. “A boy passed out on me.” 

“What?” 

You giggle softly, nodding your head. “Yeah, It was a surprise but, I didn’t really mind.” You pouted, “Well, I did but– I could’ve been worse. He could have thrown up on me, he literally turned white.” You looked to the side smiling, “And, he was kinda cute.” You whispered that last part, your cheeks burning. 

“Y/n?” Gwen said playfully, surprised. “That’s a first? I can’t remember the last time you’ve called a guy cute.”

You shook your head, clicking onto a picture on your computer and grabbing your illo sketchbook. Flipping it to a blank page and grabbing a pen, clicking the button a few times. “Shut up, Gwen. He was just– awkward..” You laughed, scrunching your nose cutely. “And, the good type of awkward.” 

“Oh, you’re so in love.” 

“Oh my god, Gwen.” You whined, “This is why I don’t tell you anything revolving guys, you always assume I’m in love with them.” You crossed your arms over your chest, “I could tell you they killed my parents and you would think it’s some weird enemies to lovers situation.” 

“Hey, to be fair, I never bothered you about Harry!” 

You glared at her.

She laughed, nodding her head. “Yeah, whatever you love me.” She tilted her head, wondering what you were doing. “And, what are you doing now?” 

“Some artsy thingy.” You sighed, leaning into your palm. “I love drawing.” 

“I know.” She had a smile, watching you relax into yourself. Lip jutted out in a pout as you tried to think of something to draw. Then, you were drawing on the blank paper. Ignoring Gwen. 

She just laughed, shaking her head. She always envied how you could lose yourself into your art. Block out the entire world with every stroke of the pencil. She smiled, saying a small- “I love you,” before ending the call. Knowing full well you didn’t even hear it.  

You sighed, hearing the phone end. Putting your pencil down and leaning back in your chair. Grabbing your computer, finishing what you were typing from before. Clicking onto the Email Mr. Stark sent you. Which wasn’t common, since he preferred call or text. Eyebrows met together as you stared at what was in front of you. 

You were actually going to have to do something different at work. You signed, placing your head on the desk and closing your eyes. You were going to be a tour guide. For someone that shouldn’t even know you work for Stark Industries.  

“God, I’m so screwed.” 

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Eren sighed loudly, getting his key and squinting at the door lock. Trying to see as he inserted the key into his lock. God, he really needed his glasses. Then, forcing his door a certain way to unlock it. Prying the door open. 

Walking inside his creaky house, and shutting the door behind him. Some of his pictures strung up fluttering due to the movement, then locking the door, placing the keys on the counter. Hearing the keys fall to the floor. He really needed his glasses. The worst part being, he probably couldn’t even afford another pair. Not for a while at least. 

Eren smiled to himself, shaking his head. How am I supposed to take notes? He tried not to think about it right now. He just really needed a nap. Maybe, even an eternal one. 

“Where have you been?” A voice rang out, “Your interview should’ve ended 6 hours ago.” 

Eren softly groaned, shaking his head and looking down at the floor in defeat. “You’re right, it should’ve.” He looked at his unwanted guest, smiling, “I’m pretty sure I didn’t get the job.” He let out a small chuckle, leaning on the counter. Hell, he didn’t even get a chance to do the interview.

Eren then looked at the door and then to his friend. Feeling his eyebrows mush together for a second, displaying his confusion, “Wait, how’d you even get in?” He pointed at the door and then his guest. “Wait, Harry.. Did you steal my spare key?” Eren let out a sarcastic laugh, putting a hand to his temple. Trying to recall the last time he tried looking for it, then saying to himself– “So I didn’t lose it.”

Harry shook his head, pressing his lips together. “Actually you did, I just happen to be the one who found it.” he flashed a charming smile, winking at Eren. “Pretty convenient, right?” 

Eren rolled his eyes, knowing that Harry probably found it around his apartment and just decided to take it. Like what he did with his computer, and sometimes camera. He’d always return it yet, the damage was done. 

The porn was already found. Not a fun thing to come home to when you know you didn’t exit out of the tabs.

Eren sighed and reached up, opening his cup board and grabbing a cup. Picking out a pink color changing one he got for free when buying an icy. Turning his head to his unwanted guest and saying, –in the most strained way possible– “Thirsty?” 

Harry squinted his eyes at him, crossing his arms over his chest and quickly saying, “Eren, stop deflecting.” He stood up from the couch, “Just, tell me what happened.” He didn’t mean it to be hostile, it just came out the way. Harry felt he couldn’t correct it, so he just dealt with the small guilt in his stomach. 

Eren leaned down, resting his bottom half against the counter. Trying to stabilize himself. “I–“ he sighed, leaning his head back. “I didn’t get the job, Harry.” Eren put the cup down on the counter, trying to breathe. “I didn’t get the job.” Eren said it again, knowing he was just trying to process the sentence in his head. 

I didn’t get my dream job. 

“Eren–“

Eren cut him off, “Harry, I had such a shitty day today.” Eren laughed, looking at Harry. “This day is my thirteenth goddamn reason.” He shook his head, “Like, if I randomly die. It’s because I killed myself.” He shook his head, reaching for his fridge. Grabbing some cold water he stored earlier that day. 

Harry laughed, but quickly covered it with a cough when Eren glared at him. “Hey man, if it ever comes down to that– I’ll jump off the cliff with you.” He obnoxiously sighed, “My fathers been up my ass–” He paused for a second, like he was thinking of something. Soon enough Harry’s eyes lit up, “Wait, you didn’t get the job right?” He said with a smile, almost excited. 

Eren squinted his eyes at him, putting his water back in the fridge. “Way to rub salt in an open wound.” Eren suppressed a laugh, “Yeah, I didn’t get the job.” 

Harry smiled, “That's good!” Eren quickly sent him a look over the small fridge door, making Harry instantly realize what he did. “No, not good.” He quickly corrected, “I mean, good for you– me.” Harry pressed his lips together, deeply inhaling and exhaling. 

“Take your time, Love.” Eren said coolly. 

“Shut the fuck up, Eren. I’m trying to help you here.” Harry suppressed a laugh and smile, trying to stay composed and ‘mad’ at Eren. “Since, I am working at Oscorp. I could –I don’t know– get you an interview for a position of some kind?..” Harry sighed, leaning into himself. “I know it probably won’t be something like Stark Industries, but–” 

“No thanks.” Eren said, a smile on his lips as he looked at the drink in his hands. “As much as I appreciate it, Harry, I prefer to work for what I earn. Makes the reward way more satisfying.” Eren felt his eyebrows meet together, his head suddenly booming with pain. “But, thank you Harry. I sincerely appreciate it.” 

Harry smiled, shrugging his shoulders. “Of course.” 

Eren pulled the cup to his lips, drinking the cold liquid. Feeling his headache soften for a second then quickly return. God, this is hell. Eren sighed into the cup, placing it down and deeply inhaling. Trying to relax. “How’s you and Gwen going?” 

Harry sent him a look, “How’s you and Y/n going?” 

Eren raised his eyebrows, quickly inhaling through his teeth. Grimacing. “You wanna’ go first?” He laughed, pushing himself off the counter. Walking towards the living room and looking at some of his pictures. Reminiscing about when he took them.

Harry sighed, “Things just happen and people fall…” He closed his eyes, “..people fall for other people–” 

“She likes someone else now?” Eren said, a smile on his lip. He tried his best to suppress a small laugh. Slightly amused. Something Harry picked up on immediately. 

“No, she doesn’t.” He quickly defended, “Well, I– I just don’t know.” Harry sighed, leaning his shoulder on the wall. Looking at the picture Eren was. “It feels like she’s talking to someone else, or just likes someone else altogether.” He kept his eyes on the pictures in front of him. 

Eren looked at him, “I don’t think so. Gwen seemed really set on you the last time I spoke with her.” He smiled, “So, you could just be over thinking it.” 

“No, I’m not.” He waved his hand, “Besides, I’m talking to another girl now.” Harry took in a deep breath, before releasing it. “I’m pretty sure she’s talking to–” Harry shook his head, “Yeah, but– enough about me.” He said, a smile on his lips. “What’s happening between you and Y/n?”

“Honestly, I think I’m going to bed. My head’s killing me.” 

“Eren.” 

“We can talk about this tomorrow, or in class–” he said, twirling around slowly. 

“Eren.” 

He stopped moving, smiling at Harry. “When we’re going out to eat and–”

“Eren, what happened?” He said, smiling at him. “You always want to talk about Y/n. So, tell me. What happened?” Harry had a sympathetic look.

Eren took in a deep breath, smiling and pulling away from the wall. Grabbing a picture he was looking at. Then laughing.

Accepting the situation he was in. “If I had any chance with her, I just threw it down the drain.” He shook his head, laughing sarcastically. “Dude I– I like ripped it up, and threw it in her face.” He smiled again, looking at the ground and sighing. 

Harry scrunched his nose, nodding his head. Looking at his friend's face, “Dude, where’d your glasses go?”

Eren gave him a look that can only be described as, ‘Really?’ before speaking, “Now you notice?” He just put his hands into his pockets, walking to the couch and sitting down. Spreading his legs, and leaning his head back, trying to get comfortable. “It’s a long story.” 

Harry shook his head, walking to the couch and sitting next to him. Trying to think of something that would help his friend's mood. “Eren, I know you already said no, but me and Armin are going out to a con..” He slowly said, “Do you want to come?” 

Eren smiled, bringing his head forward and looking at Harry. “I think I’m going to rest.” He laughed, feeling his head throb. “I wasn’t lying when I said my head was killing me.”

Harry nodded, pushing himself off the seat and standing up. Looking at the pictures of you, and then Eren. Feeling himself close his eyes then sigh. “Alright, I’ll talk to you later?” 

Eren smiled, nodded his head and reached his fist out. Waiting for Harry to hit it. It took him a second, but once it was done he was out of the house. The door creaking shut behind him. 

Eren let his head drop. Closing his eyes and sighing. Feeling his eyes well with tears. Looking up and at one of the pictures of you. 

He pulled up his phone. Trying to distract himself with YouTube or some weird video from instagram that his friend tagged him in. He practically groaned looking through his feed. They were decorated in videos of Jean taunting him. Showing how you needed to get involved. How you, a tiny girl, needed to step into an altercation between two men well over six feet. 

He could feel his cheeks burn in embarrassment. Yeah, you definitely didn’t like him now. 

Eren turned off his phone, placing it face down on the couch. Leaning his head back and sighing. He wished he could just… talk to you. 

Like a normal person. Like when you two spoke in the beginning of freshman year. When Eren wasn’t so– Bleh! 

Actually, he’s pretty sure that’s when Jean’s taunting began. 

It started when he was a freshman. Walking on this huge and new campus. 

Thick framed glasses and a black face mask over his face. A gray hoodie and black sweatpants covering his body. His hoodie over his head as he looked around. His camera in hand and snapping photos of buildings, scenery, people, and small animals. The natural essence of the school. 

From afar Eren looked kinda’ scary. He assumed that’s why every student did their best to keep their eyes to the floor when they passed him. Some even crossed the street to avoid him. He didn’t mind though, Eren was busy doing something for the school. 

He was adding photos for the school’s freshman collage. Something that people would look at and admire for a few seconds, then return back to their day. Maybe even stare a little longer. Wondering if they were in the background of any photo. Only to walk away when they weren’t. 

He didn’t care. He just liked taking photos as a hobby. 

Then, he saw you. A girl walking alone, hand in phone pressed against your ear as you spoke to someone. Wearing the most fashionable clothing on the market, and heals he didn’t even know were possible to walk in. Yet, there you were. Strutting like a model. 

A skirt which would become your thing as time went on. A plain white T-shirt and plain jacket. Some simple silver jewelry and black gloves. Another article of clothing that seemed to be your thing. You were about to walk past him before giving a soft smile. Stopping and pointing at his camera, titling your head in curiosity. 

He blinked at you, confused. 

One, he literally looked like he stole things for a living. 

Two, why were you pointing at him?

You noticed, and quickly said– “Let me call you back, Honey.” Ending the call and putting it in your purse, smiling at him. 

“Your thingy,” you said, pointing at his camera. “Are you one of those people who take the cool snapshots?” You innocently asked, pressing a few strands of hair behind your ear. Tilting your head at him. 

Eren let out a small laugh, “My camera.” He said, pointing at it. “And no, I’m not a photographer.” Eren gripped his camera a little tighter. “It’s just a hobby.” He added.

“That’s so cute!” You smiled at him, “Can I see some of your photos?” You asked, hands coming up to pretend you were holding a camera. Taking a few pictures of your own as you took a step closer, looking back at his hands. 

He didn’t say anything, just stared at you. Confused on why such a –stupidly– cute girl was talking to him. Off all things pictures. His embarrassing hobby. 

It took you a moment, maybe a bit longer than it should’ve to realize how invasive your question was. “Wait!” You had both your hands in the air. Expressing your distress. “That sounds really weird, I mean–“ you cleared your throat. A black gloved hand over your mouth as you did so. A small embarrassed laugh while you scratched your cheek. “My little Sis,” you started, “She wants to be the thing you said–“ 

“A photographer?” Eren said, raising an eyebrow. “They’re called photographers, Love.” 

You felt your heart flutter at the nickname, a feeling you haven’t felt in awhile. Before smiling and nodding your head. “Yeah, a photographer!” You sighed, rolling your eyes. “I always forget what they’re called…” You whispered that last part. “I just wanna’ be able to talk to her about something she likes.” You had an awkward smile. Your index fingers fiddling together. 

You placed both of your hands behind your back. Your head tilted up to look directly at Eren. Slightly tilted to the right. “I’m more of an artsy type of girl, so– I can’t confidently talk to her about.. that..” You pointed at his camera. 

Eren nodded, “So, you want me to show you my photos?” 

You had wide eyes, a beaming smile as you nodded. “Yes, exactly.” 

Oh my god, this is literally the cutest girl ever. 

Was his first thought. The second was-

Oh my god. There literally isn’t a single thought behind those adorable eyes. 

He looked to the side, his hand coming to the back of his neck. Thinking about it. I haven’t taken any bad photos, I think. Eren nodded, still unsure before answering. “Uhm, sure?” He took the strap off his neck, lowering the camera to your eyesight. Clicking on his collection and a recents folder. You got closer to him, pressing your shoulder to his arm. 

He could smell you. He forced a smile, trying to hide the slow blush on his ears. Clicking onto a recents folder and showing it to you. “These are some I took today.” 

Your eyes were fixated on the images in front of you. Wide and astonished by the pictures he was showing. You looked at him, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Woah! You did this?!” 

I mean, it is my camera. 

Despite that thought circling his head. It sounded like you were in disbelief. Smiling as you looked back, an adoring smile on your face. 

You quietly whispered, “You’re so talented.” 

Eren felt his heartbeat faster, straightening his posture again. He had a kind smile, nodding at you. “Thanks.” 

You felt your body freeze for a moment, staring at the kind giant in front of you. Hands holding onto each other behind your back as you smiled back, nodding your head. 

Suddenly, it felt like Eren watching you– change?.. Only for a second.

“Don’t thank me for telling the truth.” You softly said, turning your face away. You reached your hand out, still turned away from him. “I’m Y/n.” You softly said, “L/n.” You added. 

“Well, I’m–“ 

Your phone rang, causing him to stop talking. You gave him an embarrassed and apologetic look. Grabbing it and looking at the username. Biting your bottom lip and ignoring it. Shoving it back in your purse and looking back at him. 

“My bad,” you softly said, but you quickly cleared your throat. Pointing at his camera, “Uhm, if you don’t mind.” You slowly said, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Could you take some, like, fancy photos of me.” You looked to the side, then back to him. 

He hesitated, blinking at you. 

You flinched, “It’s totally fine if you don’t wanna! I mean, I just thought it could be fun or–“

“Yeah,” he quickly said, his camera up to his face, clicking through his storage. “I have more than enough room, and time to kill.” He looked back up, smiling at you. “It seems like a fun way to burn time.” 

You smiled, nodding your head. “Yay! I get to–” you slowly trailed off, not knowing the word. 

Eren laughed, “Model, you get to model, Love.”

You giggled, nodding your head. Walking closer to him and asking, “Alright, now.” You said, leaning to the side and looking around. Trying to find a place for pictures. 

“How about there?” Eren said, pointing to an open field and a flower tree. “It’s shady and a pretty location.” He slowly walked towards it, checking behind him to see if you were following. 

You were nodding your head in approval. Trying to speed up at your pace due to how fast he walked. Probably because of how tall he was. 

“Hey, what are you like– studying?” You asked, standing in front of the tree and looking up. Seeing the pretty flowers on display. 

Eren brought his camera to his face, trying to fix the lenses. Clicking a few buttons with his thumb. “I’m majoring in Biophysics.” He said, smiling once he got the lenses where he wanted. 

You leaned on the tree looking at him. “What’s that about?” 

He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to think of a way to explain it. “It’s science and physics.” He said, raising the camera up and pointing it at you. Adjusting the way he was standing to try and get a better angle, “Uhm, could you try to pose?” 

You nodded, leaned back in the tree and reached a hand to your hair. Grabbing a strand and looking to the side, trying to pose. 

Eren suppressed a laugh, clicking the button and capturing a few photos. 

“So, what is physics?” 

Eren lowered his camera for a second, his eyebrows together. “Wait? You attend this school, right?” 

You blinked, lowering your hand and nodding your head. Slightly confused. “Uh, yeah?..” 

Eren slowly nodded his head, “Don’t you need like a 3.7 gpa to attend?” 

You blinked at him, shrugging. Muttering out a small, “Maybe? I don’t know?” You removed your jacket, placing it on the floor and sitting on it. “My Dad helped me get into this school.” You reached for the hair-tie in your hair, and removed it. Letting your hair fall around your head, perfectly framing your face. 

Eren paused, feeling his face heat up. His heart sped up, you definitely didn’t look like that before. He blinked a few times, raising the camera to his face and saying, “You’re pretty.” 

You blinked at him. Feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach. Opening your mouth to speak but finding your throat dry. You just forced a sentence out. “Uhm, you too.” You thoughtlessly said. 

You could feel yourself mentally slap yourself. 

Eren blushed, hiding his face. Nodding his head and whispering– “thanks.” Trying to ignore the feeling in his chest. 

You just nodded, looking away. Making it look like it was part of your pose. You continued from where you left off. “My Dad has a few connections to the school, so I didn’t need to do much to get in.” You posed your legs, placing your hands on them and leaned forward. Taking a moment to look at home. 

Once you did you smiled at him. Trying to get a good photo. 

Eren nodded again, snapping the photos and then lowering his camera. Then checking the two different images. Trying to see which one was better. 

You stood up from the ground, wiping the dirt from your legs and ass before standing close to him. You didn’t notice how good he smelled. You leaned on his arm, your chest pressed against him as you looked at the photos. Trying to see which of the two poses you liked best. You sighed, pouting and looking up at him. “I don’t really like them.” 

Eren flinched, surprised by your bluntness. “I’m sorry, I probably should’ve–“ 

“No, no!” You quickly cut him off, “I just don’t like the way I look in them.” You softly said, “But, the actual photo is beautiful.” You grabbed his arm, leaning closer to the camera. “The scenery, flowers, lighting.” You smiled, “I just feel like I’m out of place.” 

“You’re not.” He said, suddenly losing his capability to speak. “I think you fit perfectly.” He was looking at you now, his face red. 

You looked up at him, smiling. Looking to the side then to his green eyes. “I think you’d fit…” you found the words stuck in your throat, so you switched them with something else. “..really well.” 

You don’t know what was more embarrassing. The nonsense you just said. Or the way you didn’t know what you said was embarrassing. It was both. “You should let me take some pictures!” You said, way louder than you intended. You suppress a face, trying not to obviously cringe. “Of you.” You added. 

You couldn’t even see what he looked like, and from his silence it couldn’t be good. Goodness, why would I say that? You thought. 

Eren had the same thought but in a different font. It was something more like, I look like shit, but I appreciate the thought. 

You pressed your lips together. Feeling your face heat up as he just looked at you. Suddenly you felt really embarrassed. Shutting your eyes and trying to keep calm. 

“Uhm, sure.” Eren looked at the camera. 

You were surprised he said yes. You perked, a huge smile on your face as you jumped. “Oh my gosh! Really! I was just messin’ around, but!” You stopped talking, just letting out an excited noise. Making Eren smile with you. 

His heart melting at the way you eagerly explained what type of pose you wanted him to do. Eren just nodded, removing the camera strap from his next and placing it in your small hands. Trying to follow what you just told him. 

Eren’s heart was beating as quickly as possible as he did so. Butterflies swarming his stomach. He awkwardly leaned on the tree while you placed the camera strap around your neck. Holding it as you tried figuring out how to use it. Eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, just observing. Trying to touch anything in fear of breaking it. 

You just ended up pointing it at him, and pointing at a button at the top. Looking at Eren and asking, “This is the button I press, right?” 

Eren smiled, nodding his head. Letting his right leg go in front of the left, and putting his hand on his lower hip. Letting it dip under the hoodie he was wearing. His head tilted to the side and slightly pointed down. Looking at you through his glasses. 

You blinked a few times, feeling your face heat up as you pointed the camera at him. Wanting to give him a small warning before you took the photo. So, you said– “smile” and snapped one singular photo. Before the word you said even set into your head. He’s wearing a mask, Y/n. 

Eren snorted, trying not to laugh as he looked away. Unfortunately, he was failing miserably. Making your face worsen. It felt like it was on fire. 

You pouted, lowering the camera and pointing at his face. “Actually take off you face thingy–“ 

“Mask.” He said through laughs, making you playfully giggle. 

“Take off your mask so I can actually take a picture of you.” You paused for a second, “Actually, take your hoodie off too!” You said, pointing a finger at him. “We’re modeling, you can’t model with things covering your face.” 

Eren shook his head, letting out a small ‘fine’ and lowering his mask. Removing his hoodie to reveal his long and slightly messy hair to you. 

You could feel your body freeze. The man in front of you was very attractive. Strong jaw, stunning emerald eyes, and long hair. Strong shoulders and a kind face, one that made you melt in your spot. 

He was so pretty. 

“I love your hair.” You mindlessly muttered. You could feel your hand twitch at your side, wanting to caress his face. Maybe move a strand in front of his eyes. 

Eren gave you a goofy yet faltered smile, saying a small– “Thanks?” You watched as he pushed a strand of hair for you. Only for it to fall back into place. 

You giggled, dropping the camera to let it hang from your neck and getting close to him. “Wait! No, I have an idea.” You raised your hand, motioning it to yourself. Telling him to get closer. He did, standing in front of you. You pouted, doing the same motion from before and making him lean down to your height. 

You smiled, leaning forward and grabbing all his hair. Bringing it to the back of his head and trying to fix it up for him. Biting your lip in concentration as you used your left hand to grab the pink hair tie around your wrist and using it for his hair. The one you were previously using. 

You, while doing this, didn’t know what you were putting Eren through. While you oh so kindly were putting his hair up, you were also forcing his face directly in the beautiful sight of your boobs. Practically smothering him. 

His whole face was red when you were done. Pulling back and grabbing a few of his baby hairs and framing his face. Smiling once you finished. Still oblivious to what just happened. You raised your two hands, making your index and thumb form a box. Closing one of your eyes, and raising it to him. Making the border come around his face.  

“Okay, perfect!” You exclaimed, walking backwards and smiling. Bringing the camera to your face and pointing it at Eren. “Pose, Love!” You shouted, waiting for him to follow the command. 

Eren blinked a few times, hoping he still wasn’t blushing and going back to the tree. Posing like before. He found himself even more embarrassed than before. In fact, it felt like he was posing even more awkwardly than before. 

You smiled, snapping a few photos and giggling. Saying softly, “You should be a model,” as you lowered the camera. “Okay, different pose!” You pointed at him dramatically, “Go!” 

He felt his eyebrows mush together, any thoughts in his head blanking. As he clumsily moved his hands in front of his body. Trying to make a pose with that. 

You giggled at his graceless movements, but waited for him to settle on something he was comfortable with. He looked up, trying to gain your approval for the pose he was doing. You nodded your head approvingly, giving him a thumbs up as you crinkle your nose cutely. Bring the camera to your face and adjust the way you stood, before your gloved finger clicked on the button. The camera shuttered as it captured the image in front of it. “Now…” You said thoughtfully, “Fake– like?.. A laugh!” 

Eren’s eyebrows came together quickly before he chuckled. Trying to fake a laugh. You shook your head disapprovingly, “No, like– laugh, laugh.” You forced a big smile, then obviously faked a laugh. 

Eren scoffed playfully, obviously faking a laugh like you did. 

You quickly raised the camera up and captured the sight. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. You nodded, lowering the device and bringing it to your eyes. Trying to glance at the photos. 

Eren walked up to you, trying to see the photos. He just decided he’d glance at them once you handed him the camera. It’d be too much of a hassle to crane his neck to look at them. 

You raised your gloved hand, trying to block the sun from the screen so it wouldn’t produce such a glare. You laughed, “Oh my gosh! You look so cute!” You looked at him, jumping up slightly. Hands clapping together. 

Eren forced a smile back, feeling his ears heat up again. He didn’t like how often he was starting to blush. “Thanks.” He voiced, lifting his hand to the back of his neck. 

You looked at him, feeling your face heat up. Seeing the way his ear and face was dusted in a light pink. You tilted your head up and nodded. Playing with the cotton of your gloves. “Yeah, whatever.” You whispered. You bit your bottom lip. Wanting to suppress the words bubbling in your throat. 

“Uhm,” you sheepishly said, pulling both of your gloves hands behind your back. Clasping them together in an act to comfort yourself.Trying to hide the way they were shaking. “I– Would you want to go on a–“

“Y/n!” You flinched at your name. Caught off guard by the loud noise before turning and seeing Jean not too far away from you. You immediately pulled your hands in front of you, waving in the most obnoxious way and shouting “Hi, Jean!” In a happy light voice.

Eren noticed how immediately you changed back to the person that first approached him. You probably just got embarrassed. It happens to the best of us. And it was kind of cute. You could be the most intelligent person in the world, and still freak out about a cute girl. He would know.

Wait, does that mean you found him.. cute?..

You looked back at the Eren, conflicted for a moment. “Let me get your number, so we can ta–“

You were cut off by an arm wrapped around your neck. “Y/n, we’ve been looking for you.” 

You turned to Jean, blinking at him innocently. “But, I was gone for like a second.” You playfully mumbled, poking Jean’s cheek. 

Jean’s eyes went to Eren, tilting his head at him. Looking at you and asking, “Who’s this?” He didn’t miss how his energy practically matched yours. Up-beat and inviting. 

You looked back at Eren, your skin heating up slightly. “Uhm,” You pressed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just some boy.” Jean didn’t miss the way your hands fiddled together when you said that. 

Jean’s eyebrows raised, looking at him again. Biting the inside of his cheek. He couldn’t recall the last time you’ve spoken to someone and not introduced them to him. 

What was so special about this guy?

Jean hid his scowl, finding himself growing… jealous. Why were you getting so flustered over this piece of shit? You never reacted like this around him. What was so special about the gross nerd in front of you two? 

“Y/n, pretty sure Sasha was calling you.” He said, smiling at you kindly. “You should probably go tell her you’re okay, she’s by the fountain.” That was a lie, he had no fucking clue where Sahsa was. 

You parted your lips, looking to the side and thinking. You didn’t hear your phone ringing. You ended up just nodding your head. You turned back to the tall boy, “Here.” You softly said, removing the camera from your neck and handing it back to him. Smiling and wrinkling your nose for a second. “C’ya!” You turned on your heel and waved goodbye. 

Quickly telling Jean you were going to look for Sasha, before walking to the fountain. A place you couldn’t seem to remember for the life of you. Did this school even have a fountain? You grabbed your phone checking your notifications, seeing that you didn’t have any missed calls. You let out a small, “hm.” While continuing your way to the fountain. You mind still on the boy who took your picture. 

You could feel yourself pout. I didn’t get his name. 

Jean glanced over his shoulder, watching you walk away. Almost bumping into a trash can. Bless your heart. But god, you were something else.

Eren continued looking at you, a smile on his face. Maybe he liked you a little more than he liked to admit. With how kind and almost airheaded you were. He strangely found it cute. Your name echoed through his head. 

Y/n. 

Eren was sure everyone would know that name before the semester ended. You just had that aura. That magnetic pull that people liked. 

Jean‘s eyes darkened as he looked at Eren. “What’s your name?” 

Eren’s eyes went to Jean, “Eren Yeager.” He said. Putting the camera strap around his neck, and bringing the screen to his face. Trying to look at the photos you took. A part of him was excited to see them. Even if they didn’t look the best. 

Jean watched, scowling slightly. He thought back to you. Seeing the way you placed both hands behind your back, looking up at Eren and smiling sweetly. You didn’t do that with him. So, he just forced the words out. “She likes you,” Jean’s eyes landed on Eren. Searching for a reaction. “It’s obvious.” 

Eren thickly swallowed, shaking his head. Finding his heart speeding up at the idea of you being interested in him. “I– I really doubt it.” 

Jean laughed, shaking his head. “God, you’re almost as bad as her. She does, believe me.” He sighed, putting a hand behind his neck, “Which sucks when she’s my girlfriend.” 

Eren grimaced. Taking a step back and immediately spouting– “Sorry, I’ll make sure to–“

Jean scoffed, licking his teeth and harshly stating, “Don’t make sure to. You will.” Jean said, taking a step in his direction. “Or, I’ll make your pathetic lonely life, hell.” 

Eren flinched, caught off guard by the male hostility. Seeing that his whole personality changed while you were gone. 

Jean gave a charming smile, turning on his heel and walking to the fountain. He slowed down, leaning his head back and peering over his shoulder, dimples taunting Eren. As he gave a taunting wave, “C’ya.”

Eren blinked in shock. Watching the dirty blonde male walk after you. Placing a hand on your lower back and laughing at something you said. Passing a hostile glance in Eren’s direction before looking back at you. Disappearing behind a building. 

Eren sighed, looking back at his camera and pressing his lips together. Feeling his eyes close for a moment. A heaviness in his chest. He pressed a button on his camera, glancing at the pictures you took. Walking to a bench and sitting down on it. His left hand going up and blocking the sun from the screen like you once did. Trying to glance at the new collection of photos. 

Eren scoffed at the bad pictures. Some of the images weren’t even focused on him or were just awkwardly blurry. They were so bad. Eren laughed, looking at the sky and shaking his head. 

So, why was he smiling? Why was Eren still flipping through the camera's photos? Smiling fondly while his face was beat red. Feeling butterflies erupt in his stomach as he looked through the photos of you. 

He felt his finger pause on a photo of him. 

When he was fake laughing. When you told him to fake laugh. Now, this was a good photo. The camera was focused on him, the background slightly blurred. A hand slightly over his mouth as he laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkled. His ears and nose were tinted in red. His cheeks are a similar color, displaying his blush quite proudly. 

He actually– really liked the photo. 

He smiled, shutting the flap on his camera. 

Actually, Eren had really, really, liked you. 

A girl he knew since 4th grade. 

A girl he never even thought about talking to. Until now.

Eren glanced at the ceiling, his eyes catching sight of the shelf on top of him. A shiny necklace having off the edge. Actually, it was just a cheap beaded one. He laughed briefly, closing his eyes and sighing. Trying to relax.

Eren felt something… odd?.. 

Like, his brain was tingling? Maybe vibrating softly? It was uncomfortable, really uncomfortable. Jesus Christ what the hell was happening? It felt like he had his eyes open, like he was aware of everything in the room. He felt his hand raise, stopping right in front of his face and catching something. 

Eren slowly opened his eyes, peering at his fisted hand. Seeing he caught an award in his hand. The award was on the edge of the shelf. Wrapped around the shiny beaded necklace. “I caught it?..” he muttered, “With my eyes closed.” He laughed briefly, placing the award on the couch. Looking at it, then back to the shelf above his couch. 

“Okay, this is fucking weird.” He whispered, standing up and turning to the couch. Running his hand through his hair. When suddenly, the sensation returned. Unfortunately, this time it wasn’t to the top of his head. It was the left.

His window. 

“Okay,” he softly said, “is the window going to fall or?..” he would’ve laughed at himself, but it felt like this was a serious situation. Eren really didn’t know if his window was going to fall or something. 

He flinched when he heard a knock. On the window?..

Eren slowly walked towards it, pulling back the thin cheap curtain and looking outside. He could feel his heart stop when he saw who it was. 

Tony fucking Stark. 

He clumsily pulled open the window, holding it up while he freaked out. His thoughts scrambled while his mouth went dry. Question upon question filling his head. 

“I– what are you doing here?!–“ was the only thing that came out. 

“Clam down, kid. Promise this will go by quickly.” Tony said, raising his hand and trying to calm him down. In his ion suit, flying in the middle of a run down apartment, speaking to a random college student. God, this was so weird. 

“What will..” Eren felt his head blank. Holy fuck, Tony Stark is at my apartment. “Go by quick?..” he slowly said, using his whole willpower to muster the words.

Stark tilted his head and looked inside the small apartment. Pointing at it and saying nonchalantly– “Can I come in?” 

Eren just nodded, sliding his body to the side and holding up the window. Allowing the ironed man to enter his living room. Tony nodded his head and entered the room, placing his feet to the floor and clicking his chest. His iron suit reversing. 

Eren watched diligently, whispering– “Nanotechnology.” 

Tony turned his head, letting out a small, “Hm?” Before nodding his head, “Oh yeah, good eye kid.” He hovered his hand over his chest, “I wanted to upgrade, had some friends in Wakanda help me make it.” He looked around the room, looking at the photos. “But, uh..” 

When suddenly his eyes landed on a picture of you. 

“Oh, you know L/n?” He laughed, walking to the picture and holding it. “Interesting girl that one is, right?” He turned his head up, looking at the rest of the photos of you. Suddenly rethinking his words He knew kids took photos of things they liked, but this was excessive. “Or?.. should I be asking if she knows you?..” 

Tony felt his eyebrows furrow, maybe this isn’t a good idea..

“She knows me..” Eren slowly admitted, cheeks burning in embarrassment. “just not as well as I know her.” 

Tony would’ve laughed, but found himself forcing a smile and nodding. “Right.” He confirmed. “Anyways, I’m not here for your weird obsession with my right hand man. I’m here for you.” He reached into his pocket, grabbing something. 

Eren watched his hand, pulling out his glasses. His eyes widened, reaching out for the thick lenses. “My glasses..” he slowly said, taking them into his hands and looking at them. The lenses cracked. He cringed. That was going to be a major financial drain. Which he didn’t have the money for. 

Eren nodded and raised them to his eyes, seeing as his vision worsened under them. He squinted his eyes, surprised. Before removing them and looking around. Seeing as his vision was… perfect without them. 

When did that happen? He was literally struggling to open his door not too long ago. 

“But, I’m guessing you don’t need them anymore.” Tony tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. “Right?” 

Eren slowly nodded his head. “Right.” He slowly confirmed, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Utterly confused by why Tony Stark was in his room. And how the hell his vision was somehow perfect. 

Tony didn’t let Eren comment further, just sat down on his couch. “So, they’re yours?” Eren nodded, confirming. “Good.” Tony then glared at him, “So, you want to tell me why they were in a restricted area?” He tilted his head, “Hm?” 

Eren felt his mouth go dry, his mind blanking. For like the millionth time today. Trying to desperately recall the events that took place at Stark Industries. “I– uhm.” Tony nodded, staring at Eren with his hand supporting his head. Not saying anything and waiting for Eren to give his response. Eren closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and speaking. “I was hiding from someone.” He admitted.

Tony nodded his head, not saying anything so Eren would continue. A trick he learned from Levi not too long ago. Eren continued, “And someone that worked there was passing by, so I grabbed their..” He looked to the side sheepishly. “Then, I went inside.” 

“And, was that it? Or?..” 

“Some people were entering the room and I went into what I thought was a closet or something, and then I was met with racks of…” he shuttered. “..Spiders.” Eren raised his hand up, showing Tony the bit mark. “Then, I got bit by one and –you know– passed out.” He laughed, but it soon turned into a grimace. 

Jesus Christ he passed out on you.

Eren walked to the couch, taking a seat and sighing. “Then, my hands got stuck to the bedding and I had this weird.. awareness?” He raised his hand, gesturing to his head. “My head got all tingling like some weird–“ 

“Spider-sense.” Tony sighed, closing his eyes for a second. “It’s called Spider-sense.” He opened his eyes, looking back at Eren’s hand. “The spider that you got bitten by wasn't a regular one.”

Eren shuttered again. “Oh my god, don’t even remind me.” He closed his eyes, trying not to think of the small parasite running over his body. “I’m sorry, I just hate spiders. Can’t stand them.”

Tony stifled a laugh, finding the irony in his statement. The next Spider-man hates spiders. “Eren,” he started calmly, not wanting to freak him out. “That was a radioactive spider.” 

Eren’s eyes shot open. His heart pumping quickly, mind racing as he rushed his words out. Almost choking on them. “Am– Am I going to die?!”

Tony shook his head, suppressing his smile. He didn’t want to embarrass the kid. “No, you’re not going to die.” He reassured. But, he still wasn’t completely sure. He was hoping for the best of this situation, a hero. 

Eren laughed, slowly nodding his head. Trying to ease his tension. “No– no, you know what. Let's forget about it.” Eren waved his hand dismissively. “I’m– I’m sorry, but..” He smiled, “Why are you here?..” He said, trying to desperately change the subject.

Tony loudly laughed, “Oh yeah, forgot.” He smiled, extending his hands slightly. A blue projection emerged from his hand. Displaying a few words. “You got the job!” He smiled, “Yay.” 

Eren blinked. Eyes moving from the small projection and to Tony’s face. 

“What.” 

Tony raised his hand dismissively, removing the projection and shaking his head. “Jesus, kid. You got the job, you’re going to be the new intern.” Tony placed his hand on his hip. “I can’t remember the last time we actually had an intern, actually, I think it was with–“ he shook his head, waving his hand. “Anyways, you got the job. We’ll have you moved in by like..” his eyes drifted to the side, thinking. “By tomorrow, that works, right?” Tony pushed himself off the couch, rolling out his shoulder. He clicked his chest again, his suit gliding over his skin. It was fascinating to see. Eren wished he had one of his own. 

Eren shook his head, Tony’s finally processing. “I got the job.” He was saying it more to himself than anyone. He turned, placing his hands to his head. “I got the job!” He laughed, leaning on his wall. Smiling brightly as he looked at Tony. “I got the job!” He felt his smile loosen, his eyebrows mushing together. “Why did I get the job?” 

Tony laughed. His mask settling over his face, “Circumstance.” His voice changed due to his mask. Something that was found to be iconic by the public. He walked to the window, “I’ll have my man Happy contact you tomorrow.” 

Eren’s eyebrows came together. “Tomorrow? I have class– Why are you contacting me tomorrow?” 

Tony laughed, “We’re moving you.” He said in an obvious tone. “I can’t have my workers working in–“ He paused, his head moving around the room slightly. “Something not approved by me.” He opened the window, “See you at work kid.” He was about to fly away when he snapped his fingers. “Oh! Also..” he paused, thinking for a second, “You’re, superhuman now! You got powers.” He put a thumbs up and winked. 

And like that, he was gone. 

Eren blinked, “What.” 

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Chapter 2: Relieved Tension.

GO AWAY IM GONNA CRY

Me after episode 5 of The Last of Us

ellie in a bloody wife beater is my favourite look i fear

would u rather have toes for hands or hands for toes?

that just created the most uncomfortable picture in my head. I don't like this. I'd rather end it all

real

and that’s on being horny while i make up fake scenarios about fictional characters 24/7

he's so perfect

his crazy ass is so pretty