Petrasexual - Petra x Reader CRACKFIC

2.A.

You answered Yes to Eren's offer to hang out  with some of his friends after school. 

(+5 points)

"Awesome," Eren smiles, nodding at you approvingly. "I'll text Petra right now and tell her you're coming with me after school. Christa, you in?"

"Actually, I've got Ymir off work this afternoon, and we're kinda planning on a night in," she replies. "You two have fun, though."

"No worries," Eren says in response, before you finish catching up over milkshakes, and get to know Christa a little better in the process. You return to school and finish out your classes before finding Eren again at the end of the day. 

"Hey, you ready?" he asks, pointing to the white prius he'd come to school in, parked and idling at the curb. 

"Yeah," you reply, shrugging your backpack further up your shoulders and following Eren to the car. 

"Hey, Petra, how was your day?" Eren asks as he climbs into the back seat, offering you shotgun. You are taken aback by the beauty of the driver up close. "By the way, this is (y/n). They were my best friend in, like middle school, but they moved away, but now they're back. (Y/n), this is Petra. She's the one I was telling you about."

"Uh, hi," you say, at a bit of a loss for words. Her long strawberry colored hair burns like fire in the setting sun and frames her petite, feminine features perfectly. She has warm, doe brown eyes that completely capture you when she turns her gaze over to you.

"Hi," she giggles, at your sudden lack of social skills before putting the car into gear and beginning down the road. "So the absentee best friend returns," she says with a smile. "But, Eren, you didn't say they'd be this cute!" You can feel a blush creeping onto your face when she says that, and look out the window to avoid attention. 

"Well, I'm sorry I see them as a sibling and whether or not they're 'cute' isn't really a super huge factor into that equation," Eren snaps jokingly at his friend, reaching forward and flicking her shoulder. 

"Good, I accept your apology," she huffs, at first sounding annoyed, but when you turn to look at her again, she's wearing a playful smirk on her face. 

"Whatever Ral, just keep driving," Eren chuckles, pushing his hair out of his eyes while Petra speeds up the car. 

"Okay, I am, Jesus," she sighs, shaking her head and smiling. "I swear to God, you sounded just like Levi, right then."

"Really?" Eren asks, a hint of pride in his expression bubbling up after he's heard that.

"Yeah, really."

The three of you continue driving until Petra pulls into a subterranean parking garage, her slender, upturned nose crinkling while she squints in the dim lighting of the parking lot. She pulls into a spot and cuts the engine. The three of you disembark and begin for the elevator, which takes you to the floor Petra's apartment is on. Petra unlocks the door for you, and thanks you when you hold it open for the other two, which, makes your face heat up a little. 

"Well, well, well, look who it is," a taller boy with bleached hair says to you as he looks up from his sprawled out position on the couch. 

"Um," you say, not really sure what else to respond with.

"That's Jean. We just ignore him," Eren scoffs, sitting on the couch and roughly shoving Jean's feet off of it.

"Ignore me? Excuse the fuck out of you," Jean snaps, grinning as he shoves Eren back. 

"Did anybody hear anything just now?" Eren asks sarcastically, grinning back at his friend who seemed to immediately catch onto the joke. 

"Nope, I didn't, Eren," Petra replies. "Why? Did somebody say something? Did you hear it, (y/n)?" she asks, sitting on Jean's lap and pretending to feel around for a second. "This couch feels weird, Eren. Was it like this when you bought it? This couch look weird to you?" she asks, turning to you for input.