#actor eren x y/n

[seeingivy]

my love, mine all mine

actor!eren x f!reader

**part of my method acting series

content: HEAVVVYYYYY ANGST. does contain one part where a man is being icky/hitting on a girl in a gross way. viewer discretion advised. protect your peace.

an: ok yall. chapter is named after a mitski song we know it's not good. don't hang me at the stake now.

songs mentioned: my love, mine all mine by mitski

previous part linked here

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“This is disgusting.” you mutter, as Armin leans over and takes a picture from what might literally be the worst angle ever. 

Connie Springer, human menace, has been sleeping on your shoulder for a majority of the flight to Seattle. And drooling on your hair in the process. You make a mental note to kick his ass when he wakes up for being responsible for the globbed up hair you'll have when you see Eren again. 

“He’s been sleeping for almost the entire flight. And he slept all day before the engagement too.” Armin murmurs, flicking the picture in between his fingers as he waits for it to develop. 

“Typical.” you respond, readjusting so his head falls on your shoulder more comfortably. 

You lean your head against his as he continues to snore against your shoulder, the desperation, the anticipation of what you’re going to do sitting heavy in your head. You’ve run through it a hundred times, the words stringing together in your head. 

You’re staying with Eren for the weekend. His birthday falls at the end, but he’s too busy to see you guys, so you’ll take him out the day after. 

After making ten very aggressive phone calls to the Seattle Aquarium and throwing a nice amount of money their way, they agreed to close off the aquarium for the weekend, so that you and Eren could have it all to yourself. 

So that you could drag him there after he was finished on set and lie down flat on the cold floors to just watch the fish swim above you. So no one else is there when you tell Eren that you still love him, so you’re both surrounded in your own little fishbowl. So that he understands you never did stop loving him. That you won’t ever. 

You pause. The guilt sits deep in your stomach, eats at the smallest parts of your conscience and corrupts it. The desperation, the anticipation - it sits heavy in your mind. But the doubt, the guilt, and the anxiety does too. 

You either get to have Eren forever or you lose him for good. Because Eren is dating another girl and it comes down to something really simple. 

If he likes her more or you. 

“You okay?” 

You look over at Armin and his perceptive blue eyes are peering into yours, his forehead scrunched up near his hairline. 

“I-I have a dilemma, Armin.” 

“Do tell.” he responds, propping his elbow against the armrest and leaning his cheek on his hand. 

“I….I want to do something. But it could hurt someone.” 

He frowns, squinting his eyes at you in confusion. 

“I feel a certain type of way. And I want to tell someone. But being honest means I could hurt someone else. Sh-should I still do it?” you ask, cracking your knuckles between your fingers. 

“Will it hurt you if you won’t say it?” Armin asks. 

Yes. 

It’ll hurt you if Eren goes on thinking that you don’t love him the way you do. That walking away from him wasn’t the biggest mistake of your life. That him pulling away kills you, because all you want to do is keep him close. 

You can’t keep it all in, regardless of what the outcome will be. And for all it’s worth, you have the feeling that when you’ll see him, it’ll get the better of you, that it’ll be a matter of when you tell him, not if. 

“Yes. I-I don’t think I can keep it in Armin. I’ve been sitting on it for a while.” 

He brings his hand down on yours and squeezes. And then his blue eyes are shimmering, in the pale fluorescents of the plane lights, and you can’t help but smile back. It’s surging through you - the want, the need, the love you hold for him. 

And there’s only three more hours till you’re there. 

“I can’t believe you’re finally telling Eren you still love him.” he asks, so nonchalantly as he slides the picture of you and Connie, fully developed, into his wallet as he turns back to you.

“Am-am I that obvious?” 

“I mean. You feel a type of certain way? We’re going to see Eren? It wasn’t that hard to piece together.” 

“No. You’re just perceptive.” 

Armin brings his hand down on yours again, squeezing hard, as he smiles at you - so bright and cheery that it makes you excited. 

“God, ‘Min. Why are you so excited? You’re kind of supporting me being a homewrecker right now.” 

“I-I don’t know. Hyla, I’m sure she’s great and all, but I just don’t think she fares up well to what Eren needs. Not like you do.” 

You can feel your cheeks burning at his admission, the compliment and the implication solidifying in your mind. That Armin, Eren’s best friend, thinks it should be you. That you’re good for him. He’s quiet for a few minutes, sliding through the pictures of Jean and Mikasa - the one’s she posted of Jean and her hugging on the ground, minutes after he proposed. Equipped with a caption, that brings you to tears. 

the one place i’ll always find myself returning. jeanboy, it’s you and me always. 

“What do you think love is, Y/N?” 

“That’s such a loaded question to ask me on a dingy ass flight to Seattle, Armin.” you deadpan. 

“No, no. Just think. What is it?” 

You rack your brain, long and hard. And they all come to mind - your parents, Falco and Colt, Eren, Jean and Mikasa, Levi and Hange. 

Levi and Hange. The love letters Levi wrote to Hange, that he gave you when you wrote invisible string for the vow renewal. Maybe the first time you figured out what love might mean. That it was sharing every little part of yourself and every feeling you’ve had - ecstatic, overwhelmed, happy, sad, bored, and soft. 

“Knowing each other. Love is knowing each other, Armin. And-he’s pulling away. I-I don’t want him to leave because there’s still so much more of him I-I don’t know yet. I could have a lifetime and it still wouldn’t be enough.” you murmur. 

He smiles, leaning his head against yours, as he talks again, his soft voice murmuring into your hair. 

“Eren’s known one thing since he met you. And it’s that he wants you around, wants to know more of you, that you’re the best person he’s met. He picked you to be his co-star, called you almost everyday he wasn’t with you, ran into my room and talked to me what it was like to kiss you after you guys wrote New Year’s day, you’re just it for-” 

“Wait, what? He did what?” 

“Huh? What part?” 

“The New Year’s Day thing. You-you knew that we kissed?” 

“Yeah. He told me and Marco, like fully woke us up. Said that you guys were practicing the kiss after you wrote the song and that we both needed to kiss someone immediately so we could understand how he felt.” 

You snort. 

“I don’t remember it being that way. I like totally froze up when he kissed me the first time. We-we had to do it a few times to get it right.” 

“Well, it’s always been you for Eren. I bet you could aim wrong and he’d still come and talk about how kissing you is divine.” 

“Divine?” 

He freezes up, eyes wide, as he realizes his choice of words. 

“Armin. Did Eren say kissing me was divine?” 

“No. No- we don’t talk about that stuff. It’s- long story, you-you don’t want to know.” 

“No. No, now you have to tell me. We’ve known each other forever, it’s-it’s not weird. Quit being all shy.” 

“Y/N.” 

“Armin! Please. We-I want to know. Please, I won’t tell him and I won’t think much of it.” 

“Okay, well. When I started dating Annie, you and Eren had already been together for like a year. And I wanted…to know how to…” 

“To?” 

“Have sex.” he murmurs. 

You bite down on your lip to avoid laughing and he turns his face, cheeks glowing pink, as he whispers profanities at you. 

“You’re so rude. I’m not talking about this.” 

“No, no! Armin, you’re just so cute.” 

“Quit calling me cute.” 

“Sorry! It’s just. You and Eren are so sweet, you’re like brothers. Giggling like little high schoolers about sex.” 

“We were highschoolers. And you’re acting like you and Mikasa are any different.” 

“Yeah! But you guys know we do that, I just never thought you and Eren talked about this stuff. So what did he say?” 

“No. This is breaking bro code. I’m not telling you.” 

“Armin! Please! You brought it up now it’s going to bother me forever. And-and you and me. We’re cool like that. We can talk about sex because we’re two grown adults.” 

“Y/N.” he responds, in a warning tone. 

“Pretty please! I’ve always wondered what Eren thinks about me because he-he’s so reserved and-and it’ll help me. When I tell him, to-to know how he felt about me. Help me not back out.” 

“You’re annoying. You-you can’t just use that against me to get me to tell you.” 

“Fine. You’re right. I’m sorry.” 

He groans, leaning his head against the chair, and clenches his jaw. And then Armin’s turning his head, voice all quiet as he whispers. 

“You tell another soul and I will kill you.” 

“Okay, okay. I promise ‘Min.” 

“I-I asked him about it. Because Annie and I were going to….I wanted to make it special. And-and I’m not the type to really, really take initiative when Annie does it first but I-I wanted to.” 

“Uh huh.” 

“And then I asked him, like. What it’s supposed to feel like. Having sex for the first time. Because, I mean. Isn’t it awkward? And I had heard it hurts for the girl so-” 

“I’m trying not to like bite down on my own hand right now. You’re like a little angel.” you coo. 

“Shut up. Anyways, Eren said that the first time he-he felt bad. Because it did hurt you and that he just held you after till you felt better. But the second time, he said it was like nothing he ever felt before. That he understood why people do a bunch of stupid shit when they’re in love because it feels divine.” 

You swallow hard. 

“Armin. He-” 

“You’re it for him. I hope I got that through your head. Now just go tell him. And quit making me tell you secrets, you’re breaking every sacred code I have as a man right now.” 

“Okay, okay. Sorry, I didn’t mean to mess with your divine brotherhood.” 

He flicks the top of your head as you link your arm with his and squeeze hard. And flutter your eyes shut, with him on your mind. 

--

“Connie.” 

You reach forward and shake his shoulder, as aggressively as you can, in the back of the car. 

“Connie.” 

He’s slumped over against the window, fast asleep, despite the fact that he slept nearly the entire way here. 

“CONNIE.” 

“Huh?” 

His eyes flutter open, deeply filled with sleep as he registers where he is, holding his hand out to grab you. 

“Con. We’re here. And why the fuck are you so tired?” 

“Shhh.” he responds, pressing his finger to your lips as he tumbles out of the car, leaning the majority of his body weight on you as you both walk towards the house. 

Not Eren’s house, the one you stayed at when Ricky locked you out, but the townhouse on set since Connie needed to be back as soon as possible. You switch positions with Armin, him taking the responsibility of lugging Connie, as you both walk up to the door. 

You nervously reach up to brush the tangles out of your hair and rub the tiredness out of your eyes as you knock on the door, putting on your best smile. 

Eren. 

Or not. The door swings open and a short girl answers, a bored look on her face and a martini glass secured in her hand. Despite the cold weather, she’s dressed up in a mini skirt and her hair is all clipped up in rollers - clearly from a makeup team by the way they’re placed. 

“Can I help you?” 

“Um. I’m Y/N.” 

“Okay?”

“I mean. We’re here to bring Connie back. He-he’s supposed to start filming again today. And we’re visiting for Eren’s birthday.” 

“Oh. Okay fine.” 

She swings the door open as you and Armin hold Connie upright, loose greetings falling out of his mouth as he waves at the twenty people that are in the room, their names falling out of his mouth. They’re all lounging around on the sofas and in the kitchen, heads pushed together in their own conversations or on their phones. 

“Connie. We-where are you supposed to go?” 

“Uh. Right. We-we can just go to my room.” 

He drags you and Armin up the stairs, even more people crowding the area, as you shuffle past and make your way up. Connie shoves you both into his room, the two of you falling on his sofa, as you watch him shut himself in the bathroom immediately. 

“Should we try to find Eren maybe? I think Connie’s like sick or something.” you whisper. 

“Yeah. But it might take a while, there’s like sixty people in here.” 

“I don’t understand how anyone lives here. Lana and Eren staying in a house off set makes way more sense now.” you respond, as Armin pulls you up and you drag yourself through the halls. 

You both amble down, observing the mess all around, as you read the names on the doors. You’re both holding hands, hard, so you don’t lose each other in the bustle of people and the sweat hanging in the air. And nearly six paces down, you find the door with Eren’s name scribbled across the door. Armin lightly knocks as you both peek your heads in, to find Hyla - fast asleep in his bed.

You swallow hard, pushing hard on Armin’s hand, as you both quietly shut the door behind you and walk back down the hallway. 

She’s sleeping in his bed. 

“Let’s just see if anyone knows where he is, yeah?” 

You nod and both push down the hallway again to the crowded room you entered in, nervously watching the swarm of people in front of you and nitpicking on which one to ask. Despite the chill in the Seattle air outside, the inside here is sweltering - the mix of people certainly being a fire hazard and responsible for the itching warmth in the room. 

One of the girls, lazily leaning over the counter, beckons for the two of you to join her, which you awkwardly accept. 

“Who are you guys?” 

“I’m Armin. And this is Y/N. We’re friends of Eren’s, we were looking for him. Is he around?” 

“Ah. Eren and Lana are probably busy with the Bear.” she says, turning her shoulder and snickering with the people around them. 

The bear?

“Well. We’re going to his birthday dinner tonight. You guys can see him then, the bus leaves at like six.” she mutters, shuffling off to the other side of the house and walking away. 

“Okay. Thanks.” you respond, awkwardly rubbing your hands against your arms and turning to Armin. 

Right on cue, loud music starts blaring overhead and you and Armin instinctively reach to cover your ears, Armin signaling that the two of you should just go outside. You both leave the sticky, hot room and walk out, kicking the rocks as the music blares on inside. 

“God. Levi would have an aneurysm if we ever did something like that to the townhouse.” you mutter. 

“I think I had an aneurysm standing in there.” 

“What should we do?” 

“It’s only four thirty. Let’s just…walk and get coffee. It’ll be six by the time that we’re back and we can meet him at dinner.” 

“Okay. Sure.” 

--

Two hours later and you’re seated at the most awkward table, in the history of awkward tables. Maybe even more awkward than the thought of the Thirteenth Disciple of Jesus, Ryomen Sukuna, being at the Last Supper. 

You and Armin are across from the two empty seats - because Lana and Eren are late. Armin’s stuck next to a weirdly rowdy crowd of people, with Connie at the center, who suddenly has a random burst of energy and has been screaming for a better part of the last hour. And on your left, you’re stuck next to Hyla and Myka, who are way too inquisitive for your liking. 

“So like. Can I ask you a question?” Myka asks, leaning into your space. 

You shake the glass of water in your hands, perspiration leaking down your elbow, as you give her a nod. You nervously twiddle with the straw in your mouth, biting it into oblivion as she starts talking. 

“So. I listened to dorothea. And then I listened to lacy. And I was just wondering what happened between you and Historia? Because your song was really sweet but she makes you look like a bitch.” 

You swallow hard. 

“Ah. I don’t know, we used to be really close when we were younger and filming Attack on Titan together and stuff. I think we just grew apart. And-you know. Songs are more about their meanings, I-I don’t think lacy is about me and dorothea isn’t necessarily about her.” 

“Okay but like. What actually happened? Don’t like beat around the bush.” Hyla states, her tone biting as she swirls her own straw through her glass. 

It’s the first time you’ve ever heard her talk, with your own ears. Seen her with your own eyes and interacted with her in the flesh. 

She’s scary. Freakishly high cheekbones, slicked back hair, and siren like eyes that pull back to her hairline. A pointed nose, a sharp jaw - and unlike Lana, there are no soft features, no soft expressions to offset the harshness on her face. 

“She obviously doesn’t like you. And honestly, it’s fucked that she projects onto you so hard. If she wants to be successful, she should just work harder.” Myka states. 

“Historia’s busy, Myka. Got other things on her mind.” she states, making a snipping motion with her fingers. 

“Sorry, what?” you ask. 

“Oh, you know. Scissoring. Because she’s gay.” Hyla states, the ice in her glass clinking against the straw. 

You freeze. And swallow hard to think hard on what to say next. 

A topic that you don’t personally broach, and never have, but one people can’t seem to stop talking about. 

Maybe you’ve had your suspicions. And you push them down and let Historia be. The longing glances at Ymir when she was putting on her harnesses, the way they were attached at the hip - entirely different than the way you and Mikasa were and more like how you and Eren were. 

People suspected. It was a hot topic of conversation, especially after Lacy dropped and the people thought the lyrics were…homoerotic. People were stuck trying to figure out if Historia wanted to be you or date you. 

You don’t comment on that. She’s entitled to whatever she is and trying to figure it out for her does her no service. 

“So what are you going to order?” Myka asks, leaning over to look at the menu. 

“Probably the spicy brisket ramen?” 

“Ugh. Ramen has so much sodium. That’s how you get fat arms.” she mutters, flipping her eyes through her own menu. 

You swallow hard as you shove your face into your own menu this time, probably drawing blood on Armin’s ankle by the way you’re jamming your leg on his foot. He lifts his own menu as well, the two of you whispering behind them. 

“This is what my worst nightmares look like.” you whisper. 

“If he doesn’t show up in five minutes, we’re leaving.” Armin responds, giving you a nod. 

You both drop your menus to find Hyla staring at you two weird, which you two return with less than peachy smiles and lift your glasses to drink together. And right on cue, Eren and Lana are speed walking to the table from the entrance of the restaurant, absorbed in their own conversation. 

Lana takes the seat across from Armin and Eren takes the one across from yours - Lana’s eyes bulging out of her head when she sees the two of you while Eren’s too absorbed in the conversation he’s having with Hyla. 

“Ok, I’m here. Quit whining.” he says, leaning his hand against the back of Hyla’s chair. 

“Only you would be late to your birthday dinner, Eren.” she responds, giving him a smile as she leans forward to kiss his cheek. 

“My birthday is tomorrow, so technically, I’m early.” he responds. 

Lana elbows Eren in the side, which he rolls his eyes at before turning his head back to Hyla, who's pointing at the menu. 

“Eren.” Lana repeats.

“Huh? What?” 

He lifts Lana’s drink on instinct and takes a sip, putting it down as he glares at her. 

“It’s non-alcoholic. Calm down, Lana.” 

“No. Eren.” she responds, grating her teeth as she gestures her eyes over to you. 

And then Eren looks over, his eyes bulging out of his head this time when he sees you. Except his shock goes farther than Lana’s because when he moves his hand off Hyla’s shoulder, he accidentally knocks his glass across the table, the cold liquid drenching the front of your shirt and your skirt. 

“Jesus, Eren. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Myka asks, snickering as she looks down at you. 

Armin’s quick to respond, yanking his jacket off and placing it on your lap, drying the wetness on your legs as Eren stares at the two of you and then immediately turns to look at Lana. 

“Y/N. Armin. What are you guys doing here?” he asks, jaw clenched against his skull. 

“They’re surprising you for your birthday. Such sweet childhood friends you have.” Hyla says, giving the two of you a sickly sweet smile. 

“Um. I-I’m going to go to the bathroom, my clothes are really wet.” you mutter, beckoning Armin to stay as you quickly speed walk to the bathroom with his jacket wrapped around you. 

The second you make it into the bathroom, you shut the closest stall shut and lock the door, hanging Armin’s mostly dry jacket on the ring as you survey the damage. Eren’s drink - bright blue in color - has left a big mark on the front of your white shirt, but is virtually invisible on the black pleats of your skirt. 

You instinctively grab for the tissues and wipe down the front of your shirt, which only makes the stain worse. And you don’t know why - why this entire thing is so humiliating, but you can feel tears burning in your eyes and your throat itching with insurmountable heat - as the stain doesn’t lessen, the blue splotch staying. 

The door swings open and you hear an immediate knock on your door, shiny black shoes visible from underneath the stall. 

“Hey Tinky-Winky. You okay?” Lana whispers, her voice soft as she leans her head against the door. 

“Y-yeah. Just, um. Trying to get the stain out, that’s all. I’ll just wear Armin’s jacket.” 

“Okay. I-I’m waiting for you out here when you’re done, okay?” 

You lift your head to the ceiling, hoping that it’ll push the flaming tears back into your eye sockets as you try to quiet your sniffles and shove Armin’s black denim jacket over your clothes. You open the door to find Lana, sweet Lana, leaning against the door with a smile on her face. 

She looks different. Her cheeks are fuller and rosy pink, her short hair growing out to her shoulders. And you don’t miss the soft bags around her eyes, the tiredness sitting in her frame. She opens up her arms, which you quickly sink into, her hands in your hair. 

“I missed you.” 

“Yeah. I missed you too, La-La.” 

She pulls back, her arms resting against your elbows as she talks. 

“What are you guys doing here?” 

“Surprising Eren for his birthday. We-we missed him.” 

She brings her hand to your cheek, cupping your face. 

“He misses you too. Lots.” she says, giving you a smile. 

You give her a smile back as you wrap your arms around her neck, breathing in her sweet flowery smell, as the door swings open again, only for Eren to be leaning against the door frame. You pull back and look at him - brown hair, green eyes, and no smile - staring back at you. 

“Y/N. You-you’re okay?” he asks, shutting the door behind him. 

“Yeah. Hi Eren. H-happy birthday.”

He breaks a smile - the first one you’ve seen today - and opens up his arms, wrapping them around your frame as he leans down, lips close to your ear. His right hand is firm on your back and the second one is cradling the back of your head, firm around your locks of hair. 

“It’s tomorrow.” 

“I know that, Eren.” 

“Okay, sweetheart. No need to show off.” 

At the sound of your nickname, you’re only wrapping your arms around his neck harder, standing on the tips of your toes, in any attempt to be closer to him. His smooth, laundry smell, his skin soft to the touch, and his hair perfectly tousled against your hands. 

“Y/N?” 

“Hm, Eren?” 

“As much as I like holding you, I am technically trespassing in a women’s restroom right now. I just wanted to see if you were okay.” 

You pull back, nervously reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ears as you nod, giving the two of them a look. 

“Okay so. I’ll go first. Lana, come out like five minutes after. Eren, give it like seven. Not ten, because the timing would be suspiciously perfect.” 

Eren squints his hand at you, his forearms clutched across his chest, as he glares. 

“Or we could all go back together.” 

“No. No, no. That’s weird. Just wait. I-I’ll see you two out there okay.” you respond, giving the two of them a smile and a thumbs up as you push out of the door. 

You nervously duck back to the table, buttoning Armin’s jacket up as you slide in next to him, squeezing his hand under the table when he gives you a questioning look. You shake your head as he gives you a nod, the two of you clear and focusing back on the dinner at hand. 

“Y/N. Are you hooking up with Sukuna? He’s hot.” Myka asks, leaning into your space. 

You spit your water back into your glass as you start choking on the parts that went down, Armin’s hand comforting on your back. 

“Um. No, never in a million years. We’re just friends.” you respond, giving them a smile. 

“The Promiscuous video was really hot. You’ve never looked better.” 

You turn your head to find the guy seated between Connie and Armin leaning over, holding his hand out to you as he talks. He has short black hair and cold, steely eyes. 

“Vinh.” 

You place your hand in his, thrown off by the clamminess, as he smiles continuing. 

“I mean. Some part of it has to be real right? That whole bit where Sukuna’s like on the floor crawling after you walk away, when he pretends to pass out when you blow him a kiss, and when you throw the water on him just to take his shirt off after...you can only fake chemistry like that to some extent.” 

“Ah. I’m an actress. That’s my entire job. And the song is called Promiscuous. We-we obviously leaned into a little bit. It doesn’t mean anything.” 

“That’s music to my ears then.” he says, smiling. 

You know that smile. It reminds you of Ricky. 

“Vinh, stop it. And Connie, you’ve had enough to fucking drink.” Eren says, glaring bullets at the two of them. 

“Eren. Shut the fuck up.” Connie responds, clearly irritated with Eren. The two of them hold their eye contact, for too long, as you look at Armin. 

“Connie. I will beat it out of you again if I have to.” Eren responds, which makes Connie drop his gaze. The group laughs as Eren scoffs, his knuckles white against his glass.

You’re thrown off by the sudden hostility, Eren’s demeanor entirely different from what he was in the bathroom. Granted, he was still a bit off-putting in there, but the fact that he’s…purposely picking a fight with Connie is entirely unlike him at all. 

Connie gets so irritated that he storms off, leaving the table all together, as everyone murmurs what a buzzkill he is.

Connie’s always been the life of the party. Even insinuating he’s a buzzkill is downright ironic. 

“So. How is filming for the movie going? Which one is this again?” 

“Don’t Worry Darling.” Hyla responds, swirling her fork around her plate. 

“I’m really excited to see it, you guys. I’m sure it’ll be great.” 

Hyla twists her straw in between her fingers as she looks in between Lana and then you. 

“Lana Banana.” 

Lana curls up her nose at the term, tilting her head over to look at her. 

“You’ve just been so busy lately. You’re not really looking fit for your part anymore. I think Y/N should take it. Don’t you think, Eren?” 

Eren swallows hard as he looks at you, eyes flitting between you and Lana, as he stays silent. And the beat goes on for too long and no one talks, so you bite the bullet and do it for them. 

“I uh. Don’t have time for that actually. Danny and Sareen lined up a four day only show in New York City for me the week of the Institute Awards. I’m supposed to close for that award show, so I-I’ll have a lot of rehearsals leading up to it.” you respond, dissolving the loaded question so Eren didn’t have to. 

“Well our next movie. You should definitely join, everyone here loves you. Vinh especially.” she says, smiling. 

“Oh! I-I’ll see about that.” 

“Don’t you think Y/N and Vinh would be cute together, Eren? She’s clearly into that whole bad boy thing since she liked Sukuna.” 

“Oh, I don’t-” 

And then Eren’s leaning into her space, lips a few feet away from hers, as he smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear. And then he presses a kiss to the top of her forehead, her cheeks turning bright pink. 

“Do you want to get out of here? Just you and me?” 

She gives him a giddy smile as she nods, putting her hand in his, as he drags her out, arm secured around her waist. He gives Lana a look over his shoulder as he leaves, which Lana ignores as she gives you and Armin bright smiles. 

--

You settle into the bed, Lana at your side, as you reach for your phone. 

you: everything good? 

armin: yeah. connie isn’t even here he like never came back. also his room smells like pop rocks LOL

you: so THIS is why he’s sleeping all the time. 

armin: everything good with you? 

you: yes. i’m sleeping with lana. 

armin: okay. sweet dreams. don’t think about stuff too hard. 

you: speaking of stuff, i don’t think i’m going to do it anymore, armin. 

you: i thought that eren and hyla would be more like…me and ricky. but he actually likes her i think. 

armin: yeah. i think so too, i’m sorry y/n. 

you: our time just passed i guess. better to keep him around as my friend than not at all, right? 

armin: it’ll pass, y/n. it-it goes away. talk to ymir. about hisu. she can help you better. 

You turn on your sheets to find Lana next to you, already sprawled over the majority of the bed, and dead asleep. Her expression looks so tired, her deep breaths indicating that she’s already fully out, despite it only being five minutes since you’ve been here. 

And she looks soft. Her jaw isn’t as sharp anymore, a little bit of fullness in her cheeks, but the same pointy nose. 

It’s pretty. She’s pretty. 

You bury your head into your own pillow as you flutter your eyes shut, trying to will away the image at dinner. Except you can feel it in your space, the thought of them together, like you’re being poked. 

“Y/N.” 

Poke. 

“Y/N. Wake up, sleepyhead.” 

You flutter your eyes open to find Eren, big green eyes staring at you, with his jacket pulled over his head as the source of the aforementioned poking. On instinct, you reach forward and make contact with his nose, which has him falling against the wall and groaning. The sound is so loud that you both look over at Lana, who is unbothered by the sound and still dead asleep. 

You jump up and cup Eren’s hands in your face, fingers soft and feeling for his nose in the dark. 

“Eren. What-what the fuck was that?” 

“You’re asking me that? You’re the one who just punched me in the nose!” he whispers. 

“Are you stupid? I’ve had like three different run-ins with people stalking my house. I-I learned self defense.” you whisper back. 

His face softens and he brings his hands up to where yours are - still resting on his face - as he removes them and drags you towards the door. There’s a jacket on the desk, which he’s holding open for you and gesturing for you to put on. 

“What are we doing?” 

“I-Armin told me you want to take me to the aquarium the day after my birthday. But. I-I can’t. I’m busy but I still want to spend time with you so, let’s go.” 

“Where? It-It’s like almost eleven. Aren’t you filming tomorrow?” 

“Please? It-it’s my birthday? One hour to my birthday?” 

You roll your eyes and nod which has Eren pulling the hood over your hair and carefully zipping the jacket up as he gives you a smile. The two of you tiptoeing through the townhouse as you sneak out. His hand is locked in yours, pulling you hard, as he pockets the keys to one of the cars and drives you out. 

He’s driving along the roads, nearly empty, as the moon shines light on the puddles in the road. The car comes to an abrupt stop at a small house and when you get out, the breeze and the smell of salty air envelopes your nose as you march up together. 

“You have a beach house?” 

“Not mine. It’s a friend’s.” 

You nod as the rocks crunch underneath your feet and Eren pockets his keys, shoving the brass into the door and dragging you in. The lights are open and there’s a decent amount of giggling getting louder as he pushes you through the house, a confused look on his face. 

“Why are you guys still awake?” 

You turn your head to find two people - a guy who can’t be much older than you holding a little boy - frosting cookies over a granite countertop. 

“Eren!” the kid says, shaking his arms and leg in his hold until he’s dropped.

The boy runs over to Eren, wrapping his arms around his legs as he excitedly laughs, the sound so loud it pierces your ears. In a good way. 

“Teddy. Why aren’t you sleeping, little man?” Eren asks, crouching down to pinch at his cheeks. 

The other man, from before, takes your side as he responds to him, giving Eren a knowing look. 

“Nightmare, Eren. I’m Landon, it’s nice to meet you.” 

“Y/N.” 

“Ah. The infamous Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you.” he responds, smiling as he holds his hand out for you. 

“Are you here to play with me, Eren?” Teddy asks, jumping up and down against Eren’s legs. 

“Not exactly. But I do have a friend I want you to meet.” 

Eren looks up, a smile on his face, as he gestures for you to crouch down next to him, Teddy standing in front of the two of you. 

“Teddy. This is my pretty friend, Y/N. Can you say hi?” he says, emphasizing each word slowly. 

Teddy gets embarrassed when you smile at him and immediately buries his face into Eren’s shirt, the back of his neck entirely red as he nervously shakes his head against Eren. 

“Teddy. Just say hi, she’s really nice.” his voice soft, coaxing Teddy to say hi again. 

You smile as he turns his head, brown eyes peering into yours, as he awkwardly shuffles in Eren’s arms, his hands knotted together behind his back.

“Hi! I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you.” you say, flickering your eyes quickly up to Eren who's beaming at you as he waits for Teddy’s response. 

“I’m Theodore.” he responds. 

“Theodore? Since when do you go by Theodore, little man? Trying to impress someone?” Eren asks, reaching forward to pinch his pink cheeks and lift him in the air, which has him giggling like no other. 

You laugh as the two of them keep laughing together, leaning against the countertop where Landon’s leaning, the half frosted cookies in his hands. 

“So how do you know Eren?” you ask. 

“We have a mutual friend. And he keeps coming around, to play with the kid. Uninvited, mind you.” 

“We’re sorry to intrude. Though, he dragged me here and I had no idea. So it’s his fault.” 

“Sounds like him.” he says, dusting off his hands as he walks over to Eren, scooping Teddy out of his arms. 

“Okay, Teddy. Say bye to Eren and Y/N now. It’s bedtime.” 

You walk up to Eren, who’s hunching down so your faces are close to each other as you both wave bye, the silence filling up the room as you step back and away from Eren. He gives you a soft smile as he places his hands flat on your back and pushes you through the open door, the sand and ocean glimmering under the light of the full moon. 

Eren swipes a guitar case and a blanket off the patio as you both discard your shoes and pad into the sand, a few feet away from where the waves are crashing. Eren hands you the case as he places the blanket flat onto the sand and lies down on it, tapping the spot next to him and beckoning you to join him. 

You cross your legs and sit instead of lying down, his head a few feet away from your knees. His green eyes focused on the moon, shining above, bathing you in the pale light. You open up the case, a beautiful acoustic guitar lying in the case and start strumming aimlessly against the strings, not missing the way Eren smiles at the tune and closes his eyes. 

“Can you sing me something?” he asks. 

“What do you want to hear, almost birthday boy?” 

“Invisible string.” he responds. 

You smile as you switch the chords, fingers strumming against the strings as you quietly sing, watching Eren’s closed eyes and his soft smile. His dimples on display, the freckles underneath his eyes, his soft, soft hair. 

It’s only then that it stings. That you hold all this love, all this big, real love for Eren. That at one point, you felt it together at the same time but that he’s moved long past that. 

As you finish, Eren’s shooting up, swinging the strap of the guitar off of your neck and slipping it around his own. He’s tapping the ground in front of him, beckoning for you to lie down in front of him now, his fingers soft on the guitar. 

“What song is it?” you ask, head turned to the side away from him and focused on the crashing of the waves, how they roll perfectly, rise and fall to crash against the sand. 

“New one.” 

“Hm. What’s it about?” 

“Marco. He-he gave me this Maya Angelou poetry book on my birthday a few years ago, the birthday where you gifted me the vinyl. There was a quote in it that just made me think.” 

“What was the quote?” 

“Just like the moons and the suns, with the certainty of the tides, just like hope springing high, still I’ll rise.” 

The wave rises. And it crashes. Again and again. 

“Sing, Eren. I want to hear it.” 

Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you? 'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love, my, my, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love, mine, all mine, all mine 

You shuffle away from the tides to look at him, his eyes focused on the strings and his fingers plucking so softly. Eyes focused on his lips. The lips, that could end you here and now. 

“The moon is blushing up there, Eren. You’re writing love songs about it.” 

“The moon is my muse. I can only write songs about her.” he whispers, his hands making their way to your hair, to tuck your flyaways behind your ear. 

You feel your cheeks burning, the image of Eren - seventeen and whispering in your ear about how you’re his moon, how you have a pull on him - on the forefront of your brain. 

“Y/N. You-you don’t remember what it means?” 

“Huh? What are you talking about?” 

“This.” he responds, his fingers switching to the other side and tucking your stray hairs behind your ears. 

You feel your ears burning, when you remember. The secret signals that you and Eren came up with. And the tucking the hair behind the ears, it’s- it means he wants to kiss you. You shoot up and Eren swings the guitar off, knees hiked to his chest as his green eyes look at you, expectantly. 

“You-you can’t, Eren.” you whisper, the thought of dinner still in your mind. 

“Why not? Do you not want to?” he asks, whispering back. 

“That’s not fair to her. You can’t.” 

“You-you heard me right? Nothing in the world belongs to me, except my love. And-and you're the only thing that's really mine. You-you still do, right? Belong to me?” he asks, his voice wavering. 

“Eren.” 

“Please. Please, I don’t want to beg. Don't make me. Do you still belong to me?” 

He brings his hand up to your face, warm against your cheek, which is ice cold from the biting wind, and you lean into it. The warmth, in his hand, his eyes, his honey sweet voice. 

“Yes. Yes, I do.” you whisper. 

“Y/N. You- don’t get confused. You know what this means right? Us?” 

You give him your best smile and nod, your fingers tingling. It means he still loves you too. 

He leans forward, eyes closed as he kisses you, warm and soft. The sensation tingles all the way down to your stomach, makes your cheeks burn, and your brain prickle. And you relax, the familiarity of this, so delicate, so unchanged from the time he kissed you last that you can’t help but smile into his lips. 

You lean against his shoulder and look up, at the moon above you two, his arms wrapped around you. 

“Moon looks pretty tonight, doesn’t it?” you ask. 

“Always has.” he responds, his lips soft in your hair as the warm tears fill your eyes. 

“Happy birthday, Eren.” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. 

“Thank you, my moon.” he responds. 

And you stay there, to watch the sun rise. On the two of you, together, for the last time. 

--

Eren tucks you back into bed with Lana as the sun peaks up, though it’s a battle in itself. Because Lana’s all starfish on the bed, her limbs tangled over every open space on the bed. But Eren’s rude and he’s just flopping her around, until he makes space, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving. 

And hours later, the sun is sinking down, with Lana nowhere to be found and Armin reading at the couch to the side.  

“Hey.” 

“Jesus. It’s almost sunset, you’ve been sleeping all day. Whatever Connie has is rubbing off on you.” he mutters, reaching over to hand you a water bottle.

“Sorry. I slept late because-” 

Because of Eren. 

You jump up and take the seat next to Armin, excitedly telling him everything that happened last night. And he’s smiling so bright, blue eyes glimmering that you’re both excitedly hugging each other and squeezing hard. 

“Well. He’s been out all day, but he should be back tonight. Let’s go to dinner before we leave,  yeah?” 

You nod, jumping up to the bathroom to get ready, the smile on your face aching your cheeks as you reach for the toothpaste. You peek your head out the door at Armin. 

“‘Min.” 

“Hm?” 

“Do you have toothpaste? 

“There’s some in Connie’s room. Just go grab it.” 

You take your toothbrush and bustle through the hallway, past the crowds of people walking through. You’re lucky you never have to mourn the frat house experience. You’re fairly certain you’re living it right now.

You swing into his room, the smell of candy overwhelming, as you push forward and open the door. Only to find Connie, leaned over the counter, fixing up three lines of white powder with a credit card. 

“Connie. What are you doing?” you ask, your throat burning in your neck. 

He turns his head and his eyes nearly boggle out of his head as he quickly swipes the powder into the sink and the excess on his hands against his pants. He’s smiling, too big, too synthetic as he grabs your hands. 

“Y/N! Nothing! You- it was a joke. It’s not what it looks like, I swear.” 

You swallow hard as he presses you into a hug and the dots connect, your eyes burning. 

Connie’s doing drugs. It’s-it’s why he sleeps all the time and then suddenly has intense energy out of nowhere, why his nose is red, why Eren told him to stop drinking. 

Eren’s words from dinner ring in your head, of how he said he beat it out of Connie, and sit in a bad way. 

Eren beat Connie up for doing this?

You pull back and press your hands to Connie’s face, to take him in. His skin is burning hot to the touch and there are beads of sweat matting his forehead, his entire demeanor so anxious, so jittery and nervous that it sets you off. And all you can think of is sweet Connie, so excited and energetic doing this in his free time that it makes you eyes burn. 

“Connie. Are-are you okay? Why are you doing this?” 

He freezes. And at your words, his entire demeanor changes and suddenly he’s on the floor softly crying, his head in his hands. You join him on the floor and put your hand on his shoulder. 

“Connie. What’s wrong?” 

“I-I just wanted to be the best, Y/N. I wanted to be the lead for once, I-” 

“Connie. You, you’re-” 

“Do you know how fucking tired I am of all of this? I-I can’t do this anymore. You- I’m done. I have to quit, I have to-” he says, shaking in your arms as you wrap your arms around him, tears streaming down your eyes. 

“He couldn’t even let me have this one thing, Y/N. Eren just had to be the best.” he spits out, his chest heaving up and down as he mutters out more words, a long list of profanities directed towards Eren. 

“Connie. You- we can go. Armin and I are leaving in a few hours, you-you should come with us. We-we want to help you.” 

“You don’t get it, Y/N. Wherever I go, this thing follows me. That people know my fucking name when I walk down the street, when I go to the beach, when I’m at the doctor. We’re never getting fucking out of this. This is our life now.” he responds, cheeks straight on your face. 

You reach for your phone on the counter as it buzzes, Armin’s name flashing across the screen. Connie’s still lying down flat on the floor, his tears falling straight onto the floor. 

“Y/N.” 

“Armin.” 

“Are you crying? I-I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding, let’s just go-” 

“It’s Connie. Can you come here? It’s- he’s not okay.” 

“Okay, okay. I’m running.” 

And a few seconds later, Armin’s pushing into the bathroom and his eyes are boggling at the sight of the two of you and his face falls when you explain. And then your phone starts buzzing on the counter, the notifications constant. You lift it and scroll, eyes flitting through the letters. 

mikasa: don’t panic. we’ll figure out a response, okay? 

jean: call us as soon as possible okay? ill kill him next time i see him

nobara: i’ll fly out to see you. are you still in new york?

levi: Call me when you get a chance. Hope you’re okay. Hange is going to talk to him. 

sukuna: On your side. Whatever you do. 

“Y/N. You- there’s something you have to see.” Armin says, dragging you out and handing you his phone. He rushes back into the bathroom to Connie, as you scroll through the tab on his phone. 

It’s a video of Eren and Lana, with chunky headsets and microphones in front of their faces. You recognize the backdrop immediately - one of the WBS’s most popular podcasts, called Life in Love. 

You press the clip and tilt the phone, eyes focused on Eren and Lana as they start talking. 

“The person that you’re most associated with, Eren, is your co-star, Y/N L/N, from Attack on Titan. Can you comment on that, on what it’s like to have your first love be something so public?” the interviewer asks. 

“First love is a funny way to describe it. I-I know that a lot of people like to assume things and we’ve never really said it publicly, but we never did actually date. It was a whole thing we did together, while we were filming Attack on Titan. Method acting.” 

“Can you elaborate?” the interviewer asks. 

“It’s like that thing with Ricky James. I mean, we’re all actors, we’re all part of the entertainment industry. And we do things, pretend a little, to make our art feel more authentic. The reason Y/N and I act so well in Attack on Titan, and win awards from it, is because we do it outside of it too. It’s like we’re acting all the time. You can turn it on and off.” 

“So are you just friends, then? I mean, Y/N has an interesting track record with her own friends, like Historia and Jean and Mikasa that many people have pointed out before. Is that something that you can corroborate? That she’s a good friend?” 

“She’s a good friend of mine, we-we laugh about it sometimes. And as for the stuff about her other friends, you know. You’re in competition and if you have something you really want, you-you’ll do anything to get it. That’s something I can admire. There’s only one person who ends up on a pedestal and if you have to kick people off to get there, that’s what it is.” 

You jump off the bed and rush back into the background, where Armin is crouched next to Connie, his hand on his head. 

“Connie.” 

“Y/N. Hey, you ok-” 

“What were you saying about Eren?” 

“Huh?” Connie asks, eyes deeply lidded and his breaths becoming more labored. 

You put your hands on his shoulders and shake, as aggressively as you can, as the tears stream out of your eyes. 

“What did you mean? What did Eren do?” 

“What he always does. Put himself first. Even if I’m the thing at stake.” Connie mutters, his hands shaking in your hold. 

Armin gives you a pained look as your tears flow harder, your hands still on Connie’s shaking frame. 

“Y/N. Get ready. We-we should leave.” Armin says, hands on his phone as he calls the car. 

“Okay. I-I need a few minutes. And we’re taking Connie with us. I-I don’t care if he gets fired or whatever, he-he’s not staying here, Armin.” 

Armin presses his hands on your shoulder, squeezing hard. 

“I was going to say the same thing. C-calm down, Y/N. Okay? I’ll be back in a few.” 

--

You wait in the kitchen as Armin lugs Connie’s bag down, swirling the glass of water in your hands. Your eyes are focused on everyone in the room, a smaller group, ambling around the room. 

“Hey.” 

“Oh. Hi Vance.” 

“It’s Vinh.” he responds, giving you a smirk. 

“Sorry.” 

He scoots closer to you, his hand firm on your shoulder, as he leans down, a smile spread on his face. 

“So, would you ever think about doing it with me?” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Faking it. Except, we can do all the real things too.” he says, securing his hand around your face and leaning closer to your lips. 

You push his hand off as you put space between you two. 

“Why would I ever do that?” 

“Don’t act like you’re above it. Eren, Ricky James. I don’t see how I’m any different. Or if you have any dignity to preserve.” 

You feel your throat dry, at the impact of Eren’s words solidifying in your mind. That him saying that your relationship wasn’t real only furthers all that hate you received after you told everyone the truth about Ricky. 

That you were fake. And it meant now that people were going to start doing it again - start nitpicking every little thing, your relationship with Mikasa and Jean, with Eren and use every mistake you’ve made against you. 

And for guys like this, it’ll just make them think this is okay. That you’re easy, that they’re entitled to what you’ve done for others because you’ve done it before. 

“It-it’s really different.” you respond, running out of the kitchen. 

You quickly duck out of the room as you see Armin dragging Connie down the stairs and make your way over to help him, the itchy, dirty feeling of the interaction you just had being pushed to the back of your mind. 

You and Armin lug Connie to the back seat of the car, letting him lie down flat against the seats, as Armin reaches for the last of the stuff to put into the car. Connie’s still twitching in the seat, eyes pressed shut and sweating. 

You place your hands on both sides of his cheeks, the tears filling your eyes again. 

“Connie. I-I think we should take you to rehab or something, you-you’re not okay.” you whisper. 

He’s quiet, still shaking in your frame as he opens his eyes and looks at you. And the tiredness, the red and the pain mixed together has your heart flinching in your chest, cutting deep. 

“I hate myself for it. I didn’t want to be like this. That asshole who is high when his best friends are getting engaged.” 

“They won’t be mad at you, Connie. We-we understand.” 

“But I don’t understand. I wanted to remember it, Jean and Mika, they-they’re special. I-I wanted to remember it.” he says, his voice cracking as the tears start spilling down his face. 

“Con.” 

“I hate myself for it. I really, really do.” he says, so definitively, so sure of himself that all you can do is squeeze his cheeks in your hands as he falls asleep. 

You brush your fingers through his buzzed hair one last time as you step out of the car, only to see Armin and Eren arguing near the bags by the door. You walk up, which stops them all together, as they both focus their eyes on you. 

“Eren. Can I talk to you?” 

He tilts his head towards Armin, who's still standing there, fists clenched. You give him a nod as he walks away, rolling the rest of Connie’s bags towards the car. 

“Did you want something?” he asks, eyes squinting into yours. 

“Yeah. I-I want to know what happened. You and I- we.” 

“Y/N.” 

You reach for his arm, for his fish tattoo right above his elbow and squeeze. 

“Eren. It-it’s not true, right? There’s an explanation for this? Because we-we can help you. We’re taking Connie and leaving and you should come.” 

“That’s not a good idea.” 

“Eren. Whatever it is, we can figure it out. Just come with me. Or if you need me to stay, I’ll do that too. We can figure out how to tell the truth about it all. I won’t leave.” 

He rolls his eyes, green eyes glaring into yours as he responds. 

“Y/N. What part of what I said was a lie?” 

You swallow hard, the acidic feeling in your mouth burning. 

“Like almost all of it? You and I were real. We loved each other. And we still do.” 

He places his hands on your shoulders and squeezes, as he drawls his voice out, each word stinging more. 

“Do we?” he asks, his look so harsh it stings and the tears rise to your eyes. 

Yes. You do. 

“Yeah. What-what about yesterday? On the beach?” 

He sighs, pushing his hand through his hair as he falls out of your hold, putting space between you two. 

“I asked you if you knew what it meant when I kissed you. You clearly didn’t understand what I was trying to say.” 

“And what did it mean, Eren?” 

“That was a one time thing. For-for fun. It didn’t mean anything like that, I-I was just thanking you for coming down all the way for my birthday.” 

You pale. 

“You and I spent hours talking on the beach. About-about it all and-” 

“We did other things too.” he responds, his voice biting. 

You feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment, the understanding registering. That you spent hours on the beach talking, but amongst that there were other things you did too. The pale purple on his neck is proof of that. 

“But-but you said all that stuff before. Sang that song, called me the moon and-” 

“You’ve always been into that fluff shit. We always say corny shit like that before we do stuff.” 

You pale, every memory of Eren whispering soft words against your skin as he kissed you souring in your mind. Because of the insinuation that none of it was real. That he just did it because he knew you liked to hear it, not because he meant any of it. 

“Excuse me?” 

“You know. The whole “we’re fish together thing” and the songs and all that.” 

You stare at him, at his forehead crushed up in frustration and his green eyes, cold and soulless as they stare at you. You look down at his fish tattoo, and cross your arms to cover your own, glaring back at him. 

“You’re a fucking liar, Eren. You-” 

“Y/N. I’m a fucking actor. My entire job is to pretend like I like you, do you really think I am so incapable of keeping the act up when the cameras turn off?” 

“It doesn’t make sense. There’s no reason for you to do that.” 

“There is. I want to win Best Actor in a TV Series.” 

“And what does that have to do with us?” 

“Levi said that this role, if I did it right, could make me the fucking best. And you-you had no experience. I had to make sure that you actually liked me so that I didn’t have to carry you in every fucking scene. So that your acting wouldn’t bring me down.” 

"Eren."

"Why did I win an award for the Thank You scene? Because you actually fucking liked me, because you were able to cry and act in the scene. You're a good actor, but you were never that good."

“But what about after? You-we were together when we weren’t filming.” 

“You went on your tour. Got distant. Did I ever once make any effort to talk to you when you stopped? No, I didn’t. You broke up with me on that balcony because your team wanted you to date Ricky James instead of me. Did I stop you? No. You know why? Because who you date doesn’t fucking bother me, not in the slightest.” 

“You knew. We-we understood each other. That’s why we broke up, because it’s fishbowl and-” 

“Who the fuck would be okay with that? Seriously, if it was all in earnest, you think I’d just let you do that?"

“Then why the fuck are you writing depressing ass songs at the Met Gala and then taking care of me after the whole thing went down?” 

“Y/N. You’re so fucking naive. That’s what you have to do. I act on the screen and I make people interested in me after the fact. I write songs about you, make it seem like you’re the one who broke up with me, so that people stream the songs. So that people talk about them. So that they’re popular. And then I save you after the fact, because at the end of the day, you and I still have a show to fucking finish and I can’t exactly leave you out there in the rain, can I?” 

“Eren.” 

“Think about it. After you were good and fine with Ricky, did we keep talking? Did it stay the same? No. I had no interest in putting effort in after that, because I was dating another girl. And I still am by the way.” 

“Eren.” 

“Get it through your head. You- I had to help you. In whatever way I did. Your parents weren’t famous and you had no ins. I have to do something to offset that if you’re my co-star.” 

"No part of real to you? Not even one?"

"It-it's fun to pretend sometimes. But that's all it is, Y/N. Pretending. Faking it."

You feel a hand on your shoulder, squeezing hard, and turn to find Armin, his jaw clenched against his head. 

“Are you serious, Eren? How can you even say that to her?” 

“It’s the truth. She should try it sometime.” 

You choke back a sob, your chest heaving up and down, as Armin lets go and pushes Eren, the irritation sitting in his chest. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you doing this to Connie? To Y/N?” 

“Armin. We filmed one show together when we were kids. Don’t get mad when I don’t have the same loyalty that you all feel for each other. It was fun, but I still have a career outside of it.” 

“Eren. You loved Attack on Titan. And us, you-you wanted to go back to it so many times after we stopped filming and went on hiatus.” 

“Yeah. Because I was in a show that was actually good. Not shitty movies that were flopping. That-that had nothing to do with you guys.” 

“Eren.” 

“You guys should leave. I’ve had enough.” 

Eren reaches for the last bag, grabbing Armin’s polaroid camera on top before pushing the last bag into Armin’s hands. And when he extends his hand to hand Armin the camera, he pulls back at the last second and lets it fall to the ground, with a resounding crack. 

All you see is red.

“Eren. What did you just do?” you ask. 

“My bad. I broke it.” he spits out.

Armin swallows hard as he looks at it, the camera that’s documented every portion of your childhood, every up and down and in between for the past seven years, now broken in his hands. Levi and Hange's vow renewal, every birthday, everyone messing around in between takes and- he just broke it.

You crouch down and put a hand on Armin’s shoulder, his tears falling straight onto the floor, over the camera. And pick up the pieces with him, the jagged edges hard in your hands, as you carry them over to the car. 

You look back one last time, to see Eren with his hands in his pockets, illuminated by the moonlight, you take one last look and sit in the car. And then get in the car and let your tears flow freely. You lift Connie’s head and place it in your lap as Armin puts in the directions. And on your right, your phone buzzes and you pick up. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi! This is the Seattle Aquarium! We just wanted to know what time you would be coming by for your friends birthday tomorrow so we can set up?” 

You swallow hard and hang up, cursing the stupid aquarium and the stupid fish that got you caught up in this in the first place. 

You slide to Eren's contact - the picture of you two staring back at you - and block the number. And make a mental note to get your tattoo removed. 

--

“Hello.” 

“You’ve sat idle for three months now. And I’m not letting you sit around any longer. It’s-you have to defend yourself. This-you’re better than this. They’re making a mess of you.” 

“Let them. Is there really anything I could say to stop them? No and-”  

“Watch the link I sent you. Quit talking back with your shit excuses and remember why you even did any of this in the first place. And then call me back when you’re thinking straight.” 

The line goes flat as the notification comes, the link in your messages. You open it up, a clip of Hange’s getting their triple threat commendation. Their speech, the one that got you involved in all this shit in the first place, ringing in your ears. The only reason you wanted to be a triple threat in the first place. 

To anyone watching at home, in their living room in their rundown pajamas, this is a sign to never ever give up on your dreams. Because that used to be me, and it can be you too. Never let anyone stop you from becoming the triple threat you are meant to be. To let that fire run wild and true and let people see the real you.  

The media made a shit show out of you, in the three months that followed. So much so, that you don’t even show your face in public. Because it snowballs so fast, the entire drama around Don’t Worry Darling, around you and Eren and Hyla becomes the only thing people talk about. 

And the narrative is simple. You're quickly written off into something you’re not. That you faked your relationship with Ricky James and Eren Jaeger for publicity, that you leached off of their fame to be famous yourself. That it’s all you care about. 

Hyla goes on the record and brings up the night you and Eren shared on the beach. And quickly gives you your reputation as a home wrecker, as a people pleasing attention seeker who likes people who puff up her ego. 

People like Jean and Mikasa, like Connie and Sasha - who are still famous and good for your image, but not famous enough to over shine yoU. Not like Historia, who you so quickly discarded and then opened a full on competition with when you released your records. 

That at the end of the day, all you are is a small town girl from Canada, with a sick need to be at the top of the pedestal. To have people clamoring around you, praising you, because of your inferiority complex. That you're easy, that you have no feelings, that you're not even a real person.

The words churn in your mind, the thought angrily swirling with every other feeling. And the push, the support in a moment like this solidifies your plan in your mind. To let that fire run wild and true and let people see the real you.  

The real you. 

you’re right. i’m in. 

on my first flight out. we’re going to bury this asshole in the ground. 

And in the most perfect way, you’ve got the best person at your side helping you. Always known for upstanding honesty, truth, and for digging people into holes when they deserve it. For burying them with art, with carefully chosen words and songs.

It’s what makes her the perfect right hand to your revenge. Historia's always had a flair for the dramatics.

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next part linked here

an, again: sukuna reputation era? sorry. girls do it better. (im just kidding, he'll be part of the reputation era but our best baby girl historia will be too). there is just something so insane about them ALL using historia as a piece of evidence against y/n and then her being right at her side. also no one hang me at the stake please.

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[st4rb3rr13s]

Actor!Eren whose had a long time girlfriend before the fame. Y’all got together in middle school thinking you were “in love” and all that cringe ish. When y’all got to high school Eren’s grades weren’t the best so you always helped him study. Once he got his acting job he treated you like a queen. Although you didn’t see him much and he was always tired when you did, he would spoil you with whatever you wanted. Sometimes you’d get jealous when other actors would touch up all on your man, but Eren would be jealous when a bum ass nigga tried to talk to you. Y’all been through thick and thin and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Idk how I feel abt this.

#eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren x reader #eren aot #aot x black reader #aot eren #aot x reader #snk x black reader #eren x black reader #aot x black y/n #snk eren #eren snk #actor au #actor!eren #actor!au

[leave-rae-alone]

eren fic recs!!!

💗=tumblr 💚=wattpad

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a list of eren jeager fic recs..will constantly be adding!! please lmk for any i should add!!

method acting- actor!eren x fem reader > @seeingivy (basically the reason i still have tumblr, hiiiighly recommend)

stoner- eren x fem reader > theenexthocage

HATE ME- eren x fem reader > Hazzelnutz

the boy next door-eren x fem reader > nympheclipse (verrry angsty, very serious topics)

Rush- eren x fem reader > @daisynik7 (love college aus, almost makes me forget how miserable i am in mine…)

Bonnie & Clyde- eren x fem reader > kirschtiensmaid (was a very unique au! a lot of street racing and a different ending which i’m obsessed w)

reverb- musician!eren x insta model reader(f) > @chrollohearttags (i LOVVE this au. also this girl is hilarious.)

For You- eren x fem reader > simp4eren (has very serious topics)

The Last Song- rockstar!eren x fem reader > @ficsforeren (neeeed to reread, chapters are nice and long too 🥰)

roommates- roommate!eren x fem reader > @seeingivy (can’t forget the fic that led me to this writing goddess, she’s just so good😣 !!!!!!)

cupcake. -eren x fem reader > _xingqiiuu (dilf eren supremacy 🙇🏽‍♀️‼️)

omegle - college student!eren jeager x black! fem youtuber! reader > @luvrrgirl444 (LOOOVED THIS!! wish it was longer 😣 all the photos they chose for the characters are biblically accurate them)

(again,this is not it!! i will be adding more! lmk any you recommend!)

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[lagataprrr]

I just had a brain rot of Eren being one of those insanely hot guys that rides around in his 2023 YAMAHA YZF bike in matte black 🤭 brb writing about this rnnnn

#eren jaeger #eren aot #eren jeager #eren jeager x reader #snk eren #levi ackerman #attack on titan #armin fluff #attack on titan eren #actors #eren smut #eren jeager smut #eren headcanons #eren x levi #eren jeager x y/n #eren fluff #eren jeager supremacy #modern eren jeager

[kodi-time]

HOLLYWOOD'S DEAD ; JEAN KIRSTEIN

Y/n and Jean seemed like the average Hollywood couple. They showed up to every event together, flaunted each other on social media, and had a group of people who were always wondering what would happen with them. They left average couples frowning jealously at their phone screens, and kept fans constantly reading articles on their current relationship status. They were what every couple wanted to be.

But they were never quite what they seemed.

Their entire relationship was built off a lie. The promise of a boost in their careers was what had brought them together. There was no love between the two of them. At least, not at first. Jean Kirstein was a prick; a known womanizer with an ego taller than himself. Y/n hated it. Hated him. It was only temporary, she would remind herself. There were no real feelings involved. No reason to be intimate or grow too close.

Yet she still found herself doing it, no matter how hard she tried to fight it off.

Pairing: jean kirstein x reader Word Count: currently n/a BEWARE This book contains foul language, trauma, dark humor, mentions of sexualization (NO SMUT), eating disorders && familial issues.

I can also be found on wattpad && ao3, where chapters for this will be released first, and where you can find updates! <3

TABLE OF CONTENTS Chapter One: first draft ; actual chapter will be out within 2 weeks!

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[arteastica]

From Porco’s Instagram

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[jeanbie]

IF I LAY HERE (WOULD YOU LIE WITH ME?) ★ masterlist.

pairing: eren x reader

genre: best friends-to-lovers-au, actor au, fluff mostly | warnings: fem!reader | wc: 2.6k

note: hey. i still love u guys and i am still pining over aot. will never stop probably. anyway, this was an older fic i wrote but i'm handing it down to eren! title is taken/inspired from chasing cars by snow patrol (my fav song)

⏤ Eren has had enough - it's been four months since he's last seen you, and he's not going to let his fame status keep him from seeing you any longer. He just hopes that you feel the same way when you see him again.

Eren was taking a pretty big risk, he knew that.

It was risky taking any step out of his apartment at any moment; he’d think he was safe until he made it to the end of the road, earphones snug in his ears, and the flash of a camera behind the bushes in the corner of his eye blinds him back to his front door in a twisted shame. 

Granted, he’d expected it to be worse now that he'd booked a plane ticket and made a rather hasty, in-the-moment journey to the airport and on a plane with no layover. Usually when Eren takes a journey overseas, there’s at least one or two fans hiding in the corner of the suites waiting for him, or someone on the plane who’d recognise his face.

For this, he’d suck it up and take a photo. It was better to have good PR and be a little bit pissed off that he’d been discovered, than to have bad PR and to be known as the actor from Attack on Titan who didn’t give a damn about the people who essentially made him and his friends famous.

But Eren thought the risk was worth it this time. The plane touched down in a different country, and from there, it was an hour long train journey to a station he didn’t know anything about to meet a friend of yours he’d only seen in Instagram pictures.

You were at university now, a face he saw on a screen rather than a face he quite literally saw every day months before. It had been four months since Eren had seen his best friend, and fuck anybody who was going to make him wait a second longer before seeing you again.

You were his greatest risk, but it was worth it. You were worth it.

“Fuck, it’s insane to actually be meeting you right now.”

Frank is a good guy, ginger with circle glasses resting on the end of his roundish nose. He led Eren out of the train station, offering to pull his suitcase for him. “I mean, I’m a huge fan.” Followed by a sigh and a quiet, “Who isn’t…?”

Eren smiled at him, squinting in the sun as it hit his eyes in the direction of Frank’s face. “Thanks. I hear a lot about you, too.”

Frank grinned, whipping his head towards Eren. “All sexy and scandalous things, I hope. You know, none of us believed Y/N when she said she knew you. We thought the pictures were Photoshopped, you know how she is.” They both paused by the side of the road waiting to cross, “Shit, she’s gonna freak out when she sees you.”

That was three minutes ago, but Eren's still playing that sentence on a loop in his head. She's gonna freak out when she sees you.

He walks alongside Frank down one of the streets, past a redundant furniture store that quirks his brows. He’s missed it here, and how unbelievably, shockingly awful it all looks when you’re not looking at picturesque photos of it online.

“I thought you’d know that Y/N’s my best friend,” Eren says thoughtfully. He pauses as Frank does as a car zooms past when they’re about to cross. “I mean, people know. The photos got leaked, all of them.”

“Hey, give me a break,” Frank says dramatically. “I only really became a super fan three months ago. I'm more into Levi, you know how it goes. And yeah, I figured it out eventually. Finally, I understood why so many people at this uni wanted photographs with her and to be her best friend…”

Eren frowns. “Is it bad? She doesn’t tell me this stuff on the phone. I mean, they go crazy online when she posts pictures and we interact, but I didn’t…”

Frank shakes his head and grins at Eren as the words die out in his mouth.

“Nah, don’t panic. It’s not that bad. If anything, she might get a kick out of the fame. Trust, there’s always gonna be the girls who hate her because she’s friends with you and that’s like, what, threatening to their fantasy? But she loves you a lot, and a friendship like yours…it’s kinda like family, you know?”

Eren feels his stomach flip, butterflies going haywire. These butterflies are bitter and relentlessly fast, his heart racing that extra bit quicker. He likes the sound of family. He doesn’t like the way Frank implies it, because if Eren is ever going to consider you as family, it won’t be as his sister.

You’ve never been his sister, even when you became part of his family growing up on special occasions, or even just on a daily basis when you came to visit. There were times his family called you their own, but you were never his sister. It was different than that; you both knew it but never dared acknowledge it.

Frank makes small talk until they make it to the student accomodation you currently live at, and because Frank knows basically everybody, a student comes to the gate to let them both in. They’re nice and tall, wearing an Aston Villa shirt that Eren remembers looks a lot like your dad’s back in the day. Might be the same kind, might be a vintage.

He smiles at him, because maybe this guy knows Eren, but then the guy just turns back into the common room and doesn’t come out again. Frank doesn’t live here - he lives in a flat of his own around the corner, but Frank might as well be a resident here. He lets himself in towards the lift and shoots a text to one of your flatmates.

“Apparently she’s in the shower,” Frank says casually. He locks his phone, taps his foot as the lift rises, “Let’s hope she doesn’t stride out completely stark naked as you’re in there.”

He almost blushes, “Ha, yeah.”

He declines to mention the times you two have showered together, the time you went skinny dipping together when you were seventeen. Those were things that might end up getting misunderstood, and those are his memories he’d like to keep a secret. He says nothing, nothing but a thank you when he enters your flat with Frank and takes a different turn to the left whereas Frank goes right, towards the kitchen.

Your room is at the very end, your name on the door in stickers from a set you got from the market, and from inside, he hears the music in the bathroom. The door opens silently and closes with the same volume, and Eren manages to wheel his suitcase to the end of the bed and plonks himself down.

As expected from pixels on the screen, your room looks better in person - white walls and a bed set that’s white and covered with little peonies. Above your desk, Eren recognises all your photos together, new polaroids of you and the friends you’ve made at university who Eren always felt kind of threatened by. He smiles to himself, and rests his head against the wall your bed is attached to. From here, he can see the bathroom door in the mirror on the opposite wall, but he knows you’ll only see his feet when you come out.

Speaking of which; the song playing in the bathroom ends suddenly and the shower water has stopped running. Eren hears the toilet flush and his heart starts to race.

Four months of falling asleep on Facetime and texting when there was no time left in the day, and now, here he is, on your bed, waiting for you to step out and… And, then what?

Maybe you wouldn't even want him here. Maybe you were happier now that Eren was travelling the world with his other friends and film crew while you were still here, in a new city with new friends and a new life. Maybe the memory of Eren was burdensome to you. Worse - maybe he was something you felt you had to remember but didn’t really want to.

Eren's always been scared of the rejection he might receive from you. He might be a dream for fans across the world, but there’s a split second where Eren feels like he might not be good enough for you. He’s the world to other people. But you deserve the whole galaxy, and he’s afraid that’s something that he might not ever be able to give you, even with all the money and the fame.

The bathroom door opens and in two seconds, the light is shut off and he hears you sigh.

“Jesus, Frank, you gotta stop letting yourself in here without telling me,” your voice says. “Good thing I’m semi-decent. Usually I’m not.”

“No fun,” Eren teases, and silence follows. There’s a pause, and Eren cocks his head, his left cheek on his shoulder, waiting for you to click and appear in front of him.

Suddenly, he hears small but quick thuds across the carpet and Eren feels his chest tighten with a nostalgic feeling when you come into view with wide eyes, damp hair and nothing but a bra and those stupid black worn leggings you refuse to throw out.

The grin that reaches Eren's eyes now aches as he laughs at you, at the way you gape at his presence. It takes a moment, a moment of what feels like could be the rejection that Eren absolutely fears, but then you smile so wide that Eren feels it in his stomach.

“Holy shit!” you exclaim loudly, bringing a hand to your mouth as you hurry towards the bed. It dips beneath your knees and Eren rises up to a more comfortable position. “What the fuck!”

He laughs out loud, and when Eren wastes zero time in bringing you into his arms, hugging you tightly.

“Careful, my hair’s all wet,” you squeak.

“Don’t care.”

He really doesn’t. There’s probably going to be a damp spot on his clothes after, but that’s okay. You groan loudly with happiness as you hug him in return as tightly as he is hugging you, your weight on his lap and your arms around his neck.

Eren smiles so wide, sighing with content into your neck. Here, he smells the marshmallow body wash on your skin, the fragrance of your hair that kind of reminds him of Cabbage Patch babies.

“You smell good,” he mutters. You laugh quietly, squirming when his nose sniffs across your neck like one would kiss. “I don’t.”

“You do, you always smell good,” you reply. One sniff, he laughs, “See!”

“Mmm,” he plays along, “the sweet smell of planes and trains and jet lag.”

That makes you laugh, and at the mention of jet lag, Eren realises he could probably fall asleep like this given the chance. He has missed this, missed you, so fucking much. The emotions are overwhelming. 

Eren kisses behind your earlobe, and then just underneath your jaw. That’s new. Eren was always a cheek-kiss kind of best friend, but never this.

You’re not complaining. Your head drops to one side, almost giving him more access to the space free, and he occupies it. Those fucking butterflies; Eren feels sick with nerves as he kisses you, under your chin and across your neck, on that spot on your collarbone you found out tickled after Seven Minutes in Heaven in Year 8.

Maybe your fingernails in his hair are a way of you telling him to stop - it’s something he can think about tonight if he can’t fall asleep, something he doesn’t care to think about when he kisses on your actual jawline, to your cheek and the corner of your mouth, your cupid’s bow.

He moves away with a blush that matches your own, but maybe you can’t see his in the colour of your fairy lights. He plays with the dazed confusion on your face as he moves the hair from across your face to around your ears, smiling and raising his eyebrows.

“Your hair is so fucking wet,” he sniggers boyishly.

“I told you,” you shrug. You shrink, relaxed, “Fuck, why are you here? I mean, I’m literally so happy, but… Are you gonna get in trouble for this?”

“I dunno,” he admits. “Maybe, probably. I mean…the guys know I’m here. Jean drove me to the airport with Armin.”

“That’s not what I mean, though.”

Eren sighs loudly. “Yeah, I know. Frank told me all about the girls.”

“Little fucker. Is he here? I’ll punch him for mentioning it to you. It’s honestly fine. It's only a few. Most are really nice!”

“You’re my best friend for life, it’s important to me that you’re not uncomfortable by--”

“I’m not,” you assure him, hands trapped in his hair. You frown and try to change the subject, “Damn, this got long. Didn’t look long over the phone.”

“I've been growing it out,” Eren replies. “Heard you fancied Keanu Reeves, couldn’t handle the competition.”

“Ha!” you retort. “Simp.”

“For you,” frowns Eren dramatically.

Conversation fizzles comfortably, to the point where you both forget that Eren's underneath you and your legs are wrapped like a koala around his middle.

The fact that this is normality for you both is ignored. You’ve done worse things together. Eren even knows that the bra you’re wearing now is one he bought for you, half as a joke, half not. That could be why Eren feels the way that he does, why the confusion wraps around his body and traps him.

Eren knows that the butterflies in his stomach don’t just appear because you’re his best friend he hasn’t seen in a while. He knows what they mean when they flutter when your name pops up when you’re calling him, when an interviewer tries to catch him out by bringing you up in another interview that you don’t need to be mentioned in.

Eren knows that coming here was worth the confusion, and the nerves, and the fact that this will be a headline when it gets out. EREN YEAGER GOES TO VISIT HIS BEST FRIEND…BUT ARE THEY MORE? Or worse, NETIZENS HAVE PROOF THAT A.O.T EREN IS DATING HIS BEST FRIEND Y/N…

He doesn’t want to hurt you. That’s why he feels scared. For you to be scandalised by an article online that caught him out in his feelings, he knew it wasn’t fair. Eren might be too afraid to say he’s in love, and too afraid to find out if you feel it too, if all those years of confused relations and flirtations meant anything, but he’d risk those feelings and the headlines if it meant being able to spend one more day with you.

Eren's got a week and a half with you. Something’s gotta give within this week. He doesn’t want to go back to filming with more regrets than he came here with, and so for now, he’ll just have to swallow those butterflies back down when they pour out of his mouth.

Right now, he can’t afford to be caught out. It has to be said on his own terms, when the timing is perfect. It has to be perfect, because it’s what you deserve. It has to be perfect, because if it isn’t, then Eren doesn’t think it will be worth it.

Losing you to a headline and a butterfly is out of the question. You hop off him and shrug on a jumper from out of your wardrobe. If you noticed his unease, then you didn’t mention it. He almost wants to cry, wants the confusion to go away for the night so he can enjoy being here.

Fuck.

For now, he thinks as he follows you with an arm around your shoulders out of your bedroom and towards the kitchen to meet the others, he’ll just have to fake it 'til he makes it. Just like always. Put on a face, put on a show, until it all feels worth the spillage. He can’t let the butterflies escape yet.

It has to be perfect, and until then, he’ll just have to be patient, even if it breaks his heart more by pretending.

#eren #eren yeager #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren fluff #attack on titan #aot #eren fanfic #aot fanfic #attack on titan fanfic #snk #shingeki no kyojin #aot imagine #snk imagine #ittojean #eren actor au #aot actor au #jeanbie

[msjaeger]

That Wasn't In The Script (Actor AU)

//// Btw this contains hints to spoilers from the last episode/ chapter 139 so if for some reason you haven't watched it, DO NOT READ!!!!///

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"So tell me, guys. How do you guys feel knowing that the Attack on Titan is officially over? Like, that show will forever go down in history!"

Allen, the host of the official Attack on Titan talkshow Attack the Talk, asked your castmates and yourself. You were currently sitting on the stage in between Eren Jaeger and Jean Kirschtein, with the rest of your cast, Mikasa Ackermann, Armin Arlert, Connie Springer, Levi Ackermann, Reiner Braun and Annie Leonhart. You could see a few of your old castmates, those who were killed off in meaning, behind the stage watching with smiles on their faces.

"Let's start with you Ms. L/n, shall we?" The audience clapped as you bashfully smiled at Allen. Sure, you were a main character in one of the best fictional TV shows of the century. But you sucked at public speaking. At least acting was really only your castmates and wonderful team watching at the moment.

You cleared your throat before speaking, feeling your friends' eyes on you and giving you supportive looks.

"Well, Allen, this franchise has been part of my entire life. Literally. I started this show when I was about 9 and now I'm 19. So it ending is almost like the end of my childhood, which may seem kind of sad but it was fun while it lasted and I got to meet these wonderful people that I can joyfully call my family." You feel Eren lift his long legs onto your lap and you stop talking and stare at him.

"Get your nasty ass feet off of my dress."

Eren shook his head playfully and gave you a charming smile. "Nah. You said we're family and family lets their family rest their feet on them." You knock his feet off of you.

"Yeah but not when they're wearing a thousand-dollar dress. Let me finish my little speech, Jaeger." Eren held his hands up defensibly, causing the crowd to burst out laughing from the scene of the dynamic between you two.

"As I was saying before bird-boy over here interrupted. It's easy to say that I'll talk to these people outside of the show and end up never speaking to them again like other casts do but it's different. I grew up with these people so throwing them away would be like throwing my childhood away as well."

The crowd clapped at your little speech, along with your castmates. Expect Eren was literally clapping in your ear. "You're so childish, Eren." You chuckle.

"Only for you, L/n." He grins.

"How about... Connie! How do you feel about the show ending?" Allen moves on to hear other, hopefully just as sentimental, speeches.

Connie ponders for a moment, trying to figure how to answer the question as truthfully as possible. He fiddles with his expensive tie before seemingly having his words together.

"At least we won't be drug tested every three months. I'm gonna be fried every day!"

"No fucking way he just said that." You whisper.

The crowd falls into an awkward silence at Connie's... revelation. You watch as Jean smacks the back of his head. "Shut your bald ass up, Springer. We're 19 and 20 so smoking gas is still illegal, dumbfuck." Jean whispers harshly. Connie's face falls.

"Oops."

"Um... I'll just... can we edit this out?" Allen asks nervously. The cameraman shakes his head. "We're live, remember?" Levi lets his face fall into his hands, mumbling profanities to himself.

"Time for Audience Q & A!" Allen changes the subject quickly. That seemed to distract everyone watching in the crowd as people began to raise their hands, hoping to be picked.

Allen hopes down into the crowd and makes his first decision. "You! With the... Y/n x Smiling Titan shirt?" You hear Eren cackle beside you as you elbow him. "Shut it, you howling witch."

A man who looks like he hasn't showered since the premiere of the show and seemed a bit too old to be fixated on a show involving younger kids was chosen. Not to mention he had shipped you with the smiling Titan.

"He looks like a Discord mod," Jean mutters in your ear.

"Jean, that's mean. It may be true but it's mean." Jean rolls his eyes and gives you a cocky grin.

"It's only mean if it's not true."

"This question is for Y/n." The man announced into the microphone. He had a lisp and not the cute and barely noticeable sort that Armin had. Jean and Eren slightly stiffen.

"Let him ask you some weird shit, Y/n. I'll beat his ass on camera." Eren mutters. Jean watched warily as you waited patiently for the man's question.

"Who is your favourite character from the entire show? And why as well." The man's spit sprays into the mic due to how severe his lisp was and Allen visibly winced.

You think for a moment.

"Probably Eren's character." Eren jumps out of his seat and starts acting like a child.

"Boom, she said I'm her favourite. You all can suck my di-" You grab Eren's sleeve and yank him back into his place next to you.

"Sit your grown ass down."

"Sorry."

"Someone please take the boy into his seat." Levi pleads quietly while rubbing his temples. He had dealt with Eren for the past ten years and still couldn't handle his... personality.

"As I was saying. Eren is probably my favourite character because of how tragic he is and what he represents. He wanted freedom so badly that he never realized that he was a slave to it, which is such a great parallel if you think about it. He purposely hurt his friends in order to protect them too, knowing that they'd be the ones to kill him. I could go on for hours about this but we're on a time crunch so I can't." You chuckle nervously. You feel Eren smiling at you widely from your analysis of his character.

The man seemed content with your response and sat down. "Alright, who's next?" A girl raises her hand and Allen seems to think she's normal enough and hands her the mic.

"Hi, my name is Amelia and just want to say that Jean is so fine and that he doesn't look like a horse most days." Eren, Connie and yourself had to stifle laughter as you watched Jean pursed his lips, contemplating how to take that comment. Allen sighs and raises the mic to his lips.

"Please refrain from... whatever that was."

More people asked questions that were surpringly normal and everyone on stage at least answered five times. A little boy, around the age of 9, eventually got the mic and he looked extremely nervous to talk. His mom gave him encouraging words and he took a deep breath.

"H-Hi my name is Jackson. I-I was wondering if I could take a picture with everyone to show everyone at show-and-tell." He asked poliety. Your heart melted at how adorable the little boy was. You wave up him up on stage.

"Of course! Come up here, little man." Jackson broke out into a toothy grin and ran up to the stage as fast as his little legs could carry him. Armin helped him up onto the stage and Jackson's mom came closer to the stage to take the picture.

Jackson stood in front of you and you placed two hands on his shoulder. You smiled and felt someone wrap an arm around your shoulder before the picture was taken. It was Eren.

Jackson, after the picture was taken, turned around and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Thank you so much!" He exclaims. You wrap his arms around him as well, "Of course Jackson. If it's alright with your mom, I would love it if she sent the picture to me.". Jackson's eyes widened.

"Mommy, please send her the picture!".

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As the end of the talk show neared, Allen had returned to his seat and faced the camera.

"As the end of the last Attack the Talk episode nears, I wanted to do something special for the cast. I've gathered everyone going back all the way to season 1 right now and we are going to play a special video we've prepared for today. Everyone, if you could come out."

You watched as people you hadn't seen for years entered the stage. People such as Petra, Carla, Marco, Moblit. Everyone. You saw Sasha and Historia, who you hung out with just as much as the rest of the cast but you were still excited to see them.

Everyone gathers in front of the big screen, waiting to see what the crew has prepared for a final goodbye.

"You guys all worked hard, whether you were killed off in the first episode or survived until the very end. You all played a vital role in the story that is Attack on Titan and we all thank you. So we decided to put together a montage, if you will, to share your behind-the-scenes experiences one more time. I really hope you enjoy it."

You turn your attention to the big screen as it begins to play. The first scene was of you, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin as little kids. It was a scene from the very beginning of season 1. You guys were running around the town until you tripped over a loose rock and flew through the air. You still had the scar from the rough landing. You heard the director yell a stammered, "C-Cut! Someone gets the medic!".

The scene cut to the next, where Eren was yelling at Hannes for being a lazy drunk before he stumbled over his words, causing Hannes to burst out laughing. "Cut!"

Blooper after blooper, you watched yourself grow up. And it felt really weird. Nostolgic but extremely weird. There was a scene where Connie and Jean were supposed to be arguing about plans to kill Eren during Season 4 but things turned... odd.

"Bro if you don't watch what you're saying, I might have to dick you down!" Connie screams passionately. Jean scoffs. "You wish you could dick me down the way I dicked your dad down!" Jean screams back.

"Jokes on you, my dad got turned into a Titan!" You stare at Jean, who looks like he is about to run into oncoming traffic. He makes eye contact with you and begins to stammer quietly.

"We were joking, I swear!" He whispers harshly. You pat his bicep. "It's okay, Jean. I support you."

"Go to hell."

The scene shifted into a picture where Jean and Connie were about to be turned into titans in the last episode but instead of having their arms around each other's shoulders, like scripted, their hands rested on each other's asses.

You lean into Jean's shoulder and let out a muffled laugh. "Shut up before I make you bald as Connie." He threatened lowly. "And how would you do that, mate?"

"I'll shave your head in your sleep."

Your eyes widen in horror at his statement. "Please don't! I love my hair." You frown. Jean shrugged and stretched an arm around you and rested his arm. "I'm not an armrest, horsey."

"Fuck off."

The very last scene was when everyone had visited Eren's grave, a sentimental moment in the show.

Okay, not really.

"Bro really had to wipe out 80 percent of the population, huh." Mikasa scoffs beside you. You shake your head. "Right? Like if you're gonna wipe out humanity, do it right. He really let us stop him with only 20 percent left. Weak!" You look down at the grave.

A fork can be seen flying across the camera and hitting you in the head. "What the fuck?!" You screech, searching around for the culprit.

"Stop insulting my character!" Eren yells as he runs into the frame and tackles you. Before you could hit your head on the ground, Eren placed his hand behind your head to make sure you didn't injure your head. But he still had to get payback.

You could hear the director sigh from behind the camera and mumbling about taking a smoke break. Suddenly, Sasha had run into the frame as well and jumped on Mikasa and Connie and you watched as everyone began running around like children, tackling each other and laughing.

The video faded into black and remained blank until two words in white cursive faded into view.

Thank You.

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Idk how I feel abt this because I've been dead on Tumblr for like a year or smth. But I forced myself to resurrect because Attack on Titan is over and idk what to do with my life anymore😜 anywho lmk if I should make a part two because this is really iffy for me.

#eren jaeger x reader #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #jean kirschtein x reader #attack on titan season 4 #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #aot actor au

[magnificentpatrolstudent]

Sunday mornings with y/n 🌥🌸

aot x reader 

Eren

“Honestly y/n, they should’ve hired me,” Eren said as you applied the serum to his face. Eren lived for the feeling of your gentle touch on his skin. “Okay, reenact the end scene but like how you would’ve written it.” The two of you were doing your skincare routine together in the bathroom while talking about how bad the movie you watched last night was and basically rewriting the script. You giggle as Eren impersonates the actor and does different accents. You give his face one final pat “All done!” Next on the agenda was your yoga routine. Ever since forcing Eren to try it out with you, he always joins you. He says it calms him down but he only likes to do it with you. “Look at this new move I learned,” Eren says as he goes into a perfect headstand. “Woahhh! you say in sheer shock, lowkey pissed that he’s getting better than you 🙃.

Armin 

It’s 8 am and you and Armin are on your way to the farmer’s market, excited to buy fresh berries and bright flowers to place all over the house. As you walk to the market hand in hand, you share a pair of Bluetooth earphones, both listening to ELIO’s “When U Saw Love” as the morning breeze tickles your face. “We could visit the Botanic Gardens and go on the cable car!” Armin exclaimed. “Yeah, and we could go to the gallery and museum!” You two chatted about the trip to Singapore you’re planning for next summer and all the other places you want to see together. “We gotta figure out where we wanna go for our honeymoon,” Armin said in complete earnest. “We’re not even engaged,” you said, giggling as a fluttering sensation filled your stomach. “Not for long!” Armin declared. You literally stopped walking; you looked so stunned that Armin began to laugh.

Jean

“Say cheese y/n” Jean took the picture and feigned a heart attack after gushing about how cute the two of you looked. You and Jean woke up at 5 am to go for a hike to catch the sunrise, something you’ve been wanting to do together for a while. You packed the perfect breakfast picnic together which you guys practically inhaled after the tiresome 3-hour trek. At the crest of the small mountain, you two sat there for hours sitting and talking and taking cute pics together. “I’m gonna send this one to my mom,” Jean said with the brightest smile on his face. “No, take a better one 😠.” When you spot a couple in the distance with their 2 small kids, he says that’s gonna be you guys in a few years. He always says stuff like that and every time he does, your heart literally constricts; he’s literally gonna give you a heart attack omg. 

Connie 

“Hmmm…what should we make today?” You asked Connie while looking into the fridge. “I have no idea. How about we make whatever’s on the page I open in this cookbook?” Connie said while holding up the cookbook you were gifted last year and never got around to using. “Good idea!” “Super Creamy mushroom, Brie, and pancetta croissants,” he said, pronouncing pancetta in his best Italian accent. “That sounds amazing except we don’t have mushrooms, brie, pancetta, or croissants,” you laughed. “How about…coffee walnut banana bread?” Connie looked up at you questioningly. “Okay, I think we can actually make that!” you exclaimed.  “Alexa, play  “Carry Me Away” by John Mayer” Connie shouts at your smart speaker and you both get to work on your (hopefully) beautiful banana bread. While measuring out flour and cracking eggs, Connie tells you about how excited his family is to meet you soon, reassuring you that you have nothing to be nervous about. When the chorus comes on, he twirls you around and then you twirl him around and now you’re having an impromptu dance sesh. 

Levi

You wake up to a quick, soft kiss on the check from Levi. “Wash up and come to the living room, I made you coffee.” The living room smells faintly of the lavender candles you love mingled with the heavenly smell of freshly brewed coffee. You see Levi curled up on the couch sipping on the tiniest cup of tea. He pats on the space next to him, indicating for you to join him. You plop down right beside him, reaching for the mug he set down on the coffee table. His hand resting on your leg, the two of you talk about anything and everything--gossiping about coworkers, showing each other recipes you wanna try and make together, the books you’ve been reading, new music you’ve been into, and Levi raves about the new cleaning product he found the other day 💀. With the morning light filtering in from the windows and John Mayer’s “Say” playing softly in the background, you couldn’t think of a better way to spend your Sunday morning.

#aot #snk #aot x reader #attack on titan #eren jeager #armin arlet #jean kirstein #connie springer #levi ackerman #aot fluff #eren x reader #armin x reader #jean x reader #connie x reader #levi x reader #aot scenarios #snk scenarios

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙮𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙 ; Paparazzi

Actor! Levi ackerman x Actor! Singer! reader

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Fame AU

Prologue

Blinding (2)

masterlist ( attack on titan masterlist )

tags: @sammyiguess @ryoiii @alocalsimmer @daoreogirl @lalnasstuff

warnings: suggestive actions, swearing / let me know if i forgot any

𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴:

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯, 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘹-𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘪 𝘈𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘫𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘒𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘺𝘢, 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘮 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 100. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘪, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦?

“ So y/n, you going to the after party?” Armin asked, handing me a glass of champagne.

“ Um, I’m not sure yet.” I said, taking a sip of the champagne.

“ Come on y/n. We saw you and Fushiguro hitting it off on the red carpet just go.” Eren says, leaning over to pitch in. Mikasa gives him a light slap on the shoulder as to quiet him before she pitches in as well.

“ I think you should go, but go because you want to go, not for someone else.” She said with a quick flick in her eyes. I already knew the direction she was going in. Not to go for Levi. Of course.

“ I’ll think about it. I’m not sure yet.” I said, before putting my glass down. “ I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, text me when they’re off comercial break.” I said before standing up. I had changed dresses and this dress made it hard to keep anything in my blatter. As I made my way to the bathroom my phone began to rang in my handbag. I took my phone out to read the name on the screen. Hange.

“ Hey Y/n! Congratulations on your first awards of the night!” She said, holding the phone close to her face. All I could really her was her forehead and the top of her glasses but of course she meant well.

“ Thanks Hange. I didn’t think it would happen that quickly.” I said before pushing the door to the bathroom open.

“ Oh please Im surprised it didn’t happen sooner. You deserve it you’ve been working hard. I’m proud of you!” She said with a smile, before I laughed.

“ Thanks Hange. Are you going to the after party?” I asked her, stepping into a stall. I shut my camera and Microphone off while she talked.

“ Am I going? Of course I’m going are you crazy? When do I ever skip an after party?” She said, just as I began to walk out of my stall. I tensed immediately at the person in front of me.

Petra Ral. Also known as one of hollywoods bitchiest models.

I walked past her to one of the sinks, placing the phone down next to me to wash my hands.

“ Are you going to the after party y/n?” Hange asked, before I turned my microphone on.

“ I think so, I’m not sure yet.” I said before I looked up in the mirror to see Petra standing behind me with her arms crossed. She was waiting. “ Hange I’ll talk to you later. I’m heading back now.” I said before Hange gave me an ‘ok’ and hung up. I turned around, grabbing napkins to dry my hands.

“ So, how’s your life now that you don’t have a star to carry you anymore?” Petra asked, applying a gloss to her lips.

“ Excuse me?” I asked, before she smirked at me. I was a bit taller than Petra with heels on, which gave me the advantage of towering over her.

“ You heard me. Now that you and Levi are done I’m surprised Hollywood hasn’t dropped you like a dead fly.” She said with a wave of her hand. Petra was a child actor who grew up in the spotlight. 

“ Petra if your here to promote your kidnapping of Levi Ackerman to me, trust me your champagne is falling on deaf ears. I don’t care about either of you.” I responded, throwing my napkins out in the trash can.

“ That’s not how you felt when you found out.” She said smugly. I paused, stopping in my tracks. What a fucking nerve. “ I’m the one he wants- the one he needs. Try it as you might but breaking us up will be a hard task for you to do.” She said again, walking closer to me. “ He always comes back to me. He did when you two were together, and he did now. He knows where home is.” Petra said, her voice growing quieter.

“ The messages he sends me beg to differ.” I said, and with that walked out. As I walked back to my seat there was only one thing on my mind.

How much I was going to enjoy that after party.

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Levi begged for the night to end, having to sit in a chair for a three hours with Petra talk his ear off and complaint about everyone’s walk. Claiming ‘ I’m a model I know how your supposed to walk.’ She said. Levi was excited to go home, or was. Until Hange told him she dragging him to the after party. Thankfully, Petra wouldn’t be going to that.

But Y/n was.

“ Levi Ackerman we need to talk.” Petra said, sitting down next to him with a huff.

“ What is it Petra?” Levi said, straightening himself out in his seat.

“ I saw Y/n in the bathroom and she-“ Levi cut her off.

“ You saw her? What did she say?” Levi asked, before calming himself. Petra grimaced at his interest before continuing.

“ She mentioned you messaging her. What did you say? You know we’re supposed to be together.” Petra said clearly upset.

“ Hell Petra, I don’t know what your talking about.” Levi said, and before Petra could press the situation further, the lights dimmed. On stage, Erza Scarlet walked on with a smile on her face.

“ Tonight, we have seen just how impactful women of pop can be. Now, here’s a special from our favorite ladies, preforming Didn’t change my number with a few extras in there. Please welcome to the stage, Billie Eilish and Y/n L/n!” She said, and quickly the audience erupted into cheers and applauses.

The music starts, the lights are a shade of yellow as the beat starts to play.

“I didn’t change my number” Billie starts it off, walking around the stage leisurely. “ I only changed who I reply too-“ She continues, walking down a few steps now coming off the stage, but the camera never stops following her. “ Laura said I should be nicer, but not to you” She continues, walking up the aisle to say hi to fans as she performs. “ I love a ‘you mad at me’ text,” She drags the word out, stopping in her tracks as she turns slowly with the camera. “ Shouldve guessed, that you would think I was upset.” She stopped in her tracks, singing to the camera. “ Your obsessed.” She said with a laugh. The lights began too shift as well as Billie continued.“ Don’t take it out on me~, I’m out of sympathy, for you. Maybe you should leave~ before I get to mean~.”

Then the music stopped. Everyone stopped. The camera shifted to a dark spot in a different section. Suddenly the music roared again the lights getting brighter, everything being a lot louder and brighter than before, as it all focused on someone.

“ I didn’t change my number. I only changed who I believed in.” She sang, Y/n walking down the aisle slowly, seductively. Her dress was short, white and pearlescent. Her heels a nice satin pearl color to match while her hair was done nicely as it was tied up. “You were easy on the eyes. But looks can be deceiving.” She sang, her eyes never leaving the camera. “ I gotta work, I go to work, you don’t deserve to feel so hurt you got a lot of fuckin’ nerve I don’t deserve so~” She said, before her pace picked up as she ran through the rows of people. “ Don’t take it out on me~ I’m out of sympathy for you. Maybe you should leave~ before I get too mean and,” She said, before she spotted Hange. Behind her was Levi and next to him stood Petra. Y/n could only think one thing. Payback Bitch. Y/n stood next to Hange as she sang the next line, her arm hanging on Hanges shoulders.

“ Take it out on you~” Y/n sang, before turning her head slightly to glance at Levi. Long enough for him to notice. “ And your best friend two~” She sang before walking over to Megumi, who was at the very front row up close to the stage. Y/n took his hand, before turning herself around so her back could face him. His arm went around her shoulder, hanging over her front. “ I should left when drew~” At this point, Y/n began to bend over, as slow as she possibly could, before finishing the last line of the song. “said you were bad news~” The crowd went wild, before Y/n turned and let go of Megumi’s hand, as she began to walk back to the stage, now focusing on the camera. Just for show whoever, she turned and blew Megumi a kiss.

Finally the song came to a close, the crowd had applauded and the lights dimmed as the award show went into commercial break. As the guests sat down, Levi was fuming with a mix of emotions. Rage, embarrassment, annoyance.

But most of all.

Jealousy.

A/n: Two posts in one day? i dont think anyone was expecting Jjk content here but :) surprise! I don’t have a set schedule for when i’ll be posting more chapters but i’ll try to get as many out as I can!

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[seeingivy]

it's time to go

actor eren x f!reader

**part of my method acting series

an: im sweating.

songs/media mentioned: happiness by taylor swift and it's time to go by taylor swift (not mentioned but name of the chapter!!)

previous part linked here

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You take a deep breath in as you stand at the shining bright doors of the building, the reflective mirrors at the front showing you your small frame in comparison. You brush down the ends of your dress, ridding your palms of the sweat accumulating as you push through the doors. 

There’s a receptionist sitting at the front, with short black hair who is diligently typing away on the computer. You can see the issue of Vogue, the one the Attack on Titan cast did for season two, placed in a placard at the top of the desk. And when you look around, you see that every Vogue cover you’ve done - the one of you and Sukuna, for your albums - is displayed everywhere. 

Then again. This is a big deal. Surely it’ll be their biggest feature of the year. 

“Alright. Your interview should be up the stairs, in room eleven. They’ll start set-up at twenty and then the interview will start at half-past.” she states, handing you a shiny key-card. 

“Would you happen to know if my request regarding the piano was approved?” 

“I believe so. It should be in the room.” she responds, smiling. 

“Thank you!” you respond. 

You walk up the stairs and find the room, a few workers shuffling around the set. They all give you polite smiles as you walk straight onto the stage, an expensive brown couch on the left and the grand piano you requested on the right. 

You take your backpack off and pull out the box, filled with polaroids all tagged to perfection for your interview, as they all start adjusting the microphones and cameras into place. A shorter, older woman walks up to you, shaking the microphone pack in her hand as she gestures for you to stand up. 

“Hi! Thank you so much for helping me out today. I’m Y/N.” you respond, clipping the pack to the back of your dress. 

“No problem. I’m Leila.” 

You pause. 

“I know you. We-we’ve met before, right?” 

Her face widens in shock as she nods, a bright smile spreading across her face. 

“Yes, that’s right.” she murmurs, voice quiet. 

“It was…god. That was years ago, back when we were doing press for season two. We filmed a video for your daughter, she was asleep and she was a really big fan, right? How is she doing?” 

“She’s doing good. She’s still a big fan of your music.” she says, smiling as she loops the wires through your ears, shuffling your hair behind your ear as she readjusts. 

“That’s sweet. I’m so glad she enjoys it, that-that’s very special to me that she does.” you respond, cheeks warm and something stirring in your chest. 

You take her in full, trying hard to wrack your brain for how she used to look. She’s definitely years older now - five to be exact - but you can’t pinpoint any. No wrinkles, no tiredness - still the same woman you knew. 

But you’re miles away from who you used to be, having aged what feels like eons. You think back to the interview, the compliments you and Eren gave to each other stinging in your mind. 

Eren. I wouldn’t be standing here if it wasn’t for you. Not only because you took a chance on me after our first screen test, but every other hiccup along the way was only something I could swallow because of you. You-your steadfast determination and belief in me is something so inspiring, so warm unlike anything else. You’ve always been a safe place for me, somewhere I can always run to when I need someone. I’m so glad we can always be fish together. 

Y/N. You’ve always been able to sense my feelings - my happiness, my frustrations, my pain - without me having to tell you. And you always, always know how to say the right thing to bring me back down to Earth from it all. You make me a better person and I love you for it.

You’re sure you're crying as you look back at Leila, her eyes wide as she reaches forward to wipe the tears. The deep feeling, the sadness sitting so deep in your chest that you’ve been trying to ignore, is suddenly too overwhelming, too loud for you to swallow. 

“I’m so sorry. Was it something I said?” she asks, her look frantic. 

You take her hand in yours, squeezing three times. 

“No. It’s me. I just remembered that interview. What Eren and I had said to each other and it made me a little sad, that’s all.” you respond, wiping your tears against the back of your hand. 

Her face deflates. 

“I’m very sorry for what happened. To the both of you.” 

You sigh. 

“Thank you. I-I appreciate that.” 

“This industry is not kind. To anyone. And having seen how you two were as kids, how genuine,  it’s sad to see what they’ve said to you both. You know that most of it, if any, isn’t your fault. People- they’re cruel. You’re a very brave girl for still coming here.” 

You swallow hard. And hope she still thinks you’re brave at the end of your interview. 

You sit down on the couch, anxiously tucking the ends of your hair towards the back of your ears, as the interviewer walks in, a bright smile on her face. Leila leaves, giving you a thumbs up as she walks away.

“Y/N. Congratulations. I’m Layla. Thank you for finally coming down for your interview.” she states, taking her seat on the couch next to you as they adjust the microphone in front of her. She has a blue box in her hands, which she tucks behind the couch. 

You don’t miss the snub she makes at you for postponing for months on end. You became a triple threat months ago. And your interview - about your career, about your work - was supposed to happen ages ago. 

“Thank you for waiting until I was ready. I can promise you-you won’t be disappointed with what I have for you. What’s that?” 

“It’s for you. We’re saving it for the end of the interview.” she states, giving you a smile. 

You nod, as you brace your knuckles against your own box, the director coming over to give you both directions and stage you properly against the cameras. 

“Hello everyone! My name is Layla Ray and I’m here with Y/N L/N. After a great deal of anticipation, Y/N is finally here, seated with Vogue, for the infamous triple threat interview. We’re going to go through the highs and lows of her career and ultimately discuss what comes with such a great title. Y/N, how are you feeling?” she asks, giving you a bright smile. 

You swallow hard. 

“Thank you, Layla. I’m doing okay. How are you?” 

“I’m great, thank you for asking. This interview has been a long time coming. Six months to be exact. Any particular reason why?” she states, adjusting her tone to be quieter, matching your tone. You can tell she’s a skilled interviewer - the excitement from before dying down as she brings the energy lower. 

“I-I wanted to be sure of what I wanted to say here. I want to be honest when we talk about my career and that requires self-reflection. I needed the time to do that. And I-I brought things here to share so I had to put those together too.” you state. 

“We’ll go back to the start then. What drew you to the industry - acting, singing, dancing?” she asks. 

You pull out your first picture, the one you ripped off of your wall. The paint is still stuck to the tape on the back, the picture of you, Falco, and Colt at your popstar themed birthday party. Colt and Falco have excited smiles on their faces, a sparkly pink crown on top of your head and your hands are clenched around the microphone, at the bottom. You can hear Eren’s words ringing in your mind. 

Everyone else holds the microphone at the top, their fingers nearly wrapped around the wire. You’re like the only person I know who holds it at the bottom - like you’re doing in the picture. 

“This is me at my fourth birthday party. It was a popstar themed birthday party my parents threw for me. I performed a little show for them and my brothers, did karaoke, the whole thing. I-I saw Hange’s speech a few years later when they became a triple threat and it-it basically cemented this as my dream.” you respond, holding up the picture before handing it to Layla. 

She’s smiling, running her fingers over the picture. 

“This must be a surreal moment. A dream come true.” 

You wish. 

“Let’s talk about Attack on Titan. How did you find out about it, what was it like being cast, and on a set for the first time?” 

“I found out about it through a flier at my coffee shop. I kind of showed up on a whim and did a chemistry read with my co-star. I got the role later that week and was flown out to be with them all. I-I was overwhelmed when I got there at first. I didn’t know much about the set, the terms that you’re supposed to use, they-they had to teach it all to me, like I was a five year old. A fish out of water moment.” 

You nervously walk to the other side of the set, where Eren’s sitting in the makeup chair. The team is brushing through the ends of his brown locks, his eyes fixed on his script in front of him, as he murmurs his lines under his breath. You reach forward and snatch the paper out of his hands and tuck it under your arm. 

“Good morning to you too, Y/N.” he responds, eyes wide as he smiles at you. 

“Sorry. Good morning, Eren.” 

He smiles. 

“I was joking. Did you need something?” 

“I have an embarrassing question. Can you come here?” you murmur, cheeks burning pink. 

He quickly hops off the chair, giving a sympathetic nod to the makeup team, as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, his face close to yours as you talk in hushed tones. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“What’s a hot brick?” you ask. 

“Huh?” 

“Hange. They-they asked me to bring them a hot brick. And when I said what, they were like…You do know what a hot brick is, right? And I got so embarrassed I kind of ran away and now I don’t know what to do.” 

Eren pauses as he registers, which is immediately followed by him smiling and leading you towards the back of the room. He picks up one of the charged batteries of the walkie talkies and places it flat in your palm. 

“A hot brick is a fully charged battery.” 

“Oh. Right. Th-thanks, Eren.” 

He puts his hand on your shoulder. 

“It’s only like your sixth day on a set. I didn’t even know this stuff until the end of my first movie. You-you aren’t behind, I promise.” 

“Okay. Thanks, I guess.” 

“I’ll help you. Before the rest of the cast gets here. Teach you all the terms and the secrets and stuff. You’ll be a natural.” 

“Really?” 

Eren gives you a nod, the smile on his face drawing your eyes to his dimples. 

“Thank you, Eren. Really.” 

“It’s no biggie. I’ll help you with anything you want. Just ask, okay?” 

“One of our most overwhelming questions that we received was what was it like filming with your cast? Your show - along with Jujutsu Kaisen - were really the first of their types to have such a big child actor presence on them.” 

You smile, pulling out your next three pictures. The first - it's a picture of you and Bertholdt, holding a World’s Greatest Dad mug in front of Levi, who has the most annoyed expression on his face. The second is of you and Historia - tying Reiner’s hair into two tiny ponytails. And the third - you and Marco, hugging each other so hard that your cheeks are pressed together. 

“It was the time of my life, really. I-I went to sleep every night with a smile on my face. They were genuinely such good friends of mine and this experience, these memories - they’ll always be special to me.”

“Do you have a favorite memory?” she asks. 

“Hm. I-we were all kind of immature at that age. I still am. Anything related to dirty jokes, especially when Erwin or Hange were involved is a surefire favorite. Sometimes I’ll remember them and still burst out laughing.” 

The teacher stands at the front of the makeshift classroom, the lazy energy enveloping the room. The warm haze of the summer has the ends of your hair sticking to your neck, the cold desk soothing your burning skin - preventing you from listening to whatever the physics teacher is saying about the solar system. 

You look to your right to find the same sentiment shared by everyone else too. Eren’s eyes are closed, his chin resting against his desk as the sweat rolls down the side of his face. Connie and Sasha are sharing a cold drink between them and Jean’s nearly turning pink as he fans Mikasa - the only one who looks relatively comfortable right now. 

You kick Eren’s leg.

“Hm? What’dya want, sweetheart?” he murmurs. 

“Jean is fanning Mika. You could do the same.” you groan. 

You feel a light breeze on your neck as you turn your head to see Eren, leaning against his arm as he fans you with the book. You take it from his hand, giving a head shake as you turn to your side, the two of you facing each other on the aisles. You instinctively place your feet on top of his, the two of you looking at each other. 

“I was kidding.” 

“I know. I don’t mind though. You’re looking a little hot.” 

You smile. 

“Just a little?” 

“Shut up. You know exactly what I think about how you look.” he says, rolling his eyes. 

You bite back your smile. 

“And that’s why the answer is Uranus.” the teacher says, metal pointer smacking against the board. 

You look up at Eren, the two of you so incredulous - from the heat, from being stuck in here for three hours, from how stupid of a word it is - that you both burst out laughing. And then get in trouble together. 

“What the hell was so funny that your teacher had to take you out of class?” Levi asks, arms crossed against his chest as he stares the two of you down, hours later. Hange and Erwin are trying to mimic his intimidated stance, but all you and Eren can do is laugh. 

“Um. You don’t want to know, Levi.” you respond. 

“It’s stupid. We’re sorry.” Eren states. 

“No. No, I want to know what was so funny that you laughed so hard you pissed one of your nicest teachers off.” 

You and Eren give each other a look. 

“It-it’s inappropriate. We’re really sorry, okay? We’ll go and apologize right away.” 

You and Eren stand up, linking arms together as you move to walk away. Except Levi’s moved in front of you two, an entirely different look on his face. 

“Do I need to have a talk with you two?” 

“What?” you ask. 

“A talk. About sex.” 

You and Eren turn your heads to each other, eyes wide. And you immediately start back tracking. 

“Levi. Ew- oh my god. What’s wrong with you? You’re so disgusting. And-and-and a pervert.” 

“Y/N. Do we have to have a talk? Are you being safe? Why are you guys making dirty jokes in class that you can’t tell me?” he repeats, eyes burning into yours. 

“No! Oh my god Levi! It’s not like that.” 

Levi looks back at Hange as you look over at Eren, who's pouting at you. 

“What, Eren?” 

“You don’t have to act like you’re soooo repulsed by it. That’s not what you sounded like-” 

You smack your hand over his mouth, cheeks burning. 

“Eren. Shut up. This is not the time or the place to be bringing THAT up.” 

He smirks, clearly delighted by how embarrassed you are, before pressing a kiss to your palm where you’re covering his mouth. He turns back to Levi, Hange, and Erwin. 

“Levi. We’re sorry. The teacher said Uranus and we thought it was funny.” 

“Uranus? What the fuck is so funny about Uranus?” Levi asks. 

You bite down on your cheeks to stop yourself from laughing in Levi’s face - his very angry face. Luckily enough for you, you're not the first one to break. And neither is Eren. 

It’s Hange. They’re smacking the back of Levi’s back as they ask him to say it again, the four of you - Erwin having joined you - as you all goad Levi on to say it again. And you laugh so hard that by the end of it, you’re on the floor - screaming for them to stop as Eren rubs circles into your back. 

Your chest twinges, as she hands the pictures back, and you tuck them back into the box. 

“The success after season one of Attack on Titan was pretty tremendous. You guys essentially became house names overnight. How did that feel, especially given your background? Nepotism runs deep and heavy in what we do and you seem to be one of our only outliers, here.” 

“It was horrible.” 

A shocked look spreads across her face. 

“I’m grateful for it all. Don’t get me wrong. But my life changed overnight. I-I went to school and I wasn’t treated as the same person anymore, by people I grew up with. There were people hanging around my school, waiting to take pictures of me, and-and anyone who had a chance of understanding me, they were all miles away. Filming.” 

“Did you feel that often? Comparing yourself to your co-stars?” 

“Originally, no. I-I was just happy to be there. But people, I mean. They talk. It-it kind of cemented that idea in my mind. I didn’t think it was weird that I was the only one who wasn’t filming until someone pointed it out. And-and someone always pointed these things out.” you respond. 

Colt snatches the phone from your hands, an irritated look on his face as he slides it into his pocket. After a six hour phone call with your new publicist and producers - Danny and Sareen - all you could do was aimlessly scroll through social media, their words swimming through your mind as you considered your options. 

“Quit reading that shit.” he says, making an effort to storm out of your room. He hangs by the door when he reaches it, his hands pressed against the frame. 

You shuffle under the blanket, pulling the soft fabric over your head. And a few seconds later, Colt’s pulling it off, expression a bit softer than before. 

“I-I just don’t get why you read it. What’s the point?” 

“I dunno.” 

He slides onto your bed, putting his cold legs next to yours under the blanket as you complain. 

“In my meeting with Danny and Sareen. They-they’re the new producer and the manager that reached out to me. They were saying all this stuff about how I can’t drop the ball anymore. How if I have people paying attention to me now, I-I have to keep it going.” 

Colt frowns. 

“I-I don’t know how this stuff works. What does that have to do with you reading a bunch of people saying rude stuff about you online?” 

“I told them I had time to decide, figure out what I want to do next. They said I should look online and reconsider. That if I want to be a triple threat, I-I should trust them.” 

“Do you?” 

“Yeah. They-they’re right. And they seem like the type to push me in the right direction, like Levi and Hange. I know they’ll do whatever to help me be the best. They want what I want.” 

Colt shrugs. And you know he doesn’t understand. 

“Let’s talk about season two. You made history this season - by being nominated for Best Actress in a Lead role among many others, becoming the most nominated actress in Institute history in one night. How did that feel? To-to do that so young?” 

“That-that was a win. It came after something really, really intense for me actually. I-I had all these feelings about what it was like to be famous. Building for months. And-and I got them put into words for me right before that happened. It was kind of like going from a really low low to the highest of highs. I-Intense is the word I’d use for it.” 

“Could you elaborate? On that?” 

You swallow hard. 

“Being famous is like living in a fishbowl. There’s-there’s glass in between you, the viewers, and me the person. And it may seem like you can see me, that you and I are the same but the glass is always between us. You enjoy on the other side, smack against the glass, sometimes even put your rods out to wring us out. We-we’re stuck there, that’s all. I realized that and found out I got nominated minutes after. But that’s this job for you. You’re at the bottom one minute and the top the next.” 

Her eyes flutter down to your tattoo but she doesn’t make a point to mention it. 

“Let’s discuss music now. Following winning Best Actress in a Drama Series, your impressive albums and tours started. You released your debut album, followed by lover girl, and then ribbons. This-this was an insane feat on your part - most artists take four to five years to produce albums at this pace. What motivated you during this time?” 

“My manager and my producer are pushing me at every step.” 

She smiles. 

“That’s some support system.” 

“That’s not the word I would use for it.” you respond, voice cutting.

She nods. 

“That’s right. Following your last performance, rumors were flying around that you had fired Danny and Sareen, your beloved manager and producer. Is this true?” 

“Yes.” 

“Why, if I may ask?” 

“I just told you. They were pushing me at every step.” 

You sigh, looking down at your hands, knotting your fingers together. One of the first things, you could come under fire for, is talking about them, so bluntly the way you are. 

“I looked up to them. My previous example from my mentors - Hange and Levi - was perfect. Almost too perfect. Because of them, because of how willing they were to support me, to defend me, I thought everyone was like that. I thought every person who was willing to be on my team was taking into account that I didn’t know much about the industry and pushing me in the right direction.”

“And that wasn’t true for them?” 

You take a deep breath. 

“I think they used that to their advantage. That I had a blind faith in them. That I wanted to please them, to please other people. I didn’t know that it wasn’t normal to put out three records, to do world tours that fast. I didn’t know that it was insane that I forgot to eat some days, I didn’t know that it was crazy that they were waking me up after two hours of sleep to put me to work. I-I thought that it was all part of the hustle.” 

“How do you feel about it now? Having fired them?” 

“I-I don’t regret what they’ve done for me. I-I am thankful to them. If anything, I’m more embarrassed of what they did make me do. Why I didn’t think twice on things they asked me to do, songs they convinced me to write.” 

She looks intrigued. She knows she’s getting into the good stuff. 

“Songs like?” 

“London Boy.” you respond. 

“That brings us to Ricky James. Are you saying that you didn’t write London Boy?” 

“No. No, I wrote it. But I was asked to write it the way I did. Write a love song about him.” 

“Because?” 

“Press. It’ll get people to talk. People get bored of the same thing over and over again after years.” you respond, repeating Danny and Sareen’s words, about Eren. 

You sigh. 

“It’s embarrassing to admit that I did that. Pretend just to get people to listen to my music. I-I am ashamed of it.” 

“It’s okay. We-we understand.” 

“I don’t think you do.” you whisper. 

You can feel the tears pricking your eyes. 

“I-I regret it. It’s a horrible thing to do. Especially when, when you have real love and you give it up to pretend. And it’s humiliating to pretend, to see people coo over you and a guy you barely even know. But when you’re famous, when people are telling you this is what you have to do, when this is what everyone does, it doesn’t seem like much to give up. I-I could feel the shame crawling in my skin when I look back at it now.” 

You swallow down the regret, thick in your throat. 

“How so?” 

“The night my album premiered, Ribbons. In the past, all my best friends, they-they’d come to listen with me. Throw me a party, press kisses to my cheeks. I turned them all down that year. It’s one thing to pretend to everyone you know. It’s another thing to do it to people who know better. Who know what you’re doing. I didn’t want to pretend in front of their faces. ” 

“Speaking of that night. Could you speak on this?”

She sides the picture, the one the paparazzi took of you on the curb before Lana got to you, towards you. You pick it up and look at it - at your eyes pinched shut and your drenched hair. 

“It’s simple. Ricky James started liking me. Asked me out. I said no. And then he locked me out in the rain.” 

You see the discomfort spread across her face as she slides the picture back. 

“I’m very sorry that happened to you. But you came out of it at the top, with your hit featuring Lana Price. Was she part of your support system during that time?” 

You smile. 

“Yeah.” 

“Can’t sleep?” 

You look up from the shelves you were currently pawing through to find Lana, rubbing her knuckles into her eyes, as she walks over to where you’re standing. 

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I just wanted water but I couldn't find the glasses.” 

She smiles as she wraps her hand around your wrist and leads you to the other side of the kitchen, taking a glass out of the correct cabinet and filling it up for you. You both lean against the counter, illuminated by the fridge of the kitchen light in the dark kitchen. 

And suddenly you’re crying again, wet, warm tears falling down the length of your face. At the thought of where you were four nights ago - running in the rain until she picked you up. You aggressively wipe the tears off of your cheeks as she catches on. And Lana, despite this being the second time having met you, is quick to pull you into her arms, the sweet strawberry smell of hers filling your nose. 

“You smell like candy.” 

“Don’t go biting me now.” 

You laugh, pressing against her arms harder as your tears fall onto her shoulder, trying to muffle your sobs by clamping your mouth shut. 

“Eren told me. About Colt.” 

She pulls back, wiping the tears off your cheek as she talks, softly. 

“You’ll get better at doing this. Protecting them. I can almost guarantee it.” she says, giving you a smile. 

“How do you know?” 

“Because I did it. Which means you can too.” she responds, placing her glass of water in your hands. 

“It’s not that simple.” 

“Yes, it is. I’ll help you. Eren will help you.” she responds. 

“You’re already doing enough for me. Both of you. I’m intruding on your house right now.” 

You feel two hands, warm, around your neck, accompanied with a light squeeze. And then Eren, his voice still raspy from sleep, whispering in your ear. 

“Y/N.” 

“Yeah?” you whisper.

“Say that again and I’ll kill you. What’s mine is yours.” he responds, sliding his hands off of you as he pushes the fridge door closed and opens the light. 

Lana groans. 

“God. Would it kill you to put a shirt on, ugly?” 

“Would it kill you to brush your hair, you hag? Or maybe not wake me up in the middle of the night?” 

“That wasn’t even me. Y/N woke up first!” 

“It was your croaking that woke me up, Lana. You sound like a toad.” he mutters. 

You laugh, which breaks the two of them out of their argument, and has soft smiles spreading across both of their faces. 

“You guys are like siblings.” 

Lana comes over, hands cupping your face. 

“My sweet, sweet Y/N. Please don’t insult me.” 

And then Eren’s behind you, arms slithering around your waist, his voice warm in your ear again. 

“That’s the meanest thing you’ve ever said to me, princess.” 

“Quit flirting, Eren. You’re such a manwhore.” Lana says. 

“Princess was her nickname on set, dumbass. Because she’s a pop princess. I’m not flirting.” Eren responds, 

“Wow. So you’re too good to flirt with Y/N. You think you’re better than her?” 

“What?” Eren asks, leaning off of you. 

Catching on to what Lana’s trying to do, you turn around and look at Eren, trying to hide your coy expression. 

“Do you really think that, Eren?” 

His eyes go wide, hands on your shoulders. 

“No! No, oh my god! I don’t think I’m better than you. If anything, you-you’re better than me. I’ll flirt with you all you want. I swear!” 

You and Lana stare him down for a few seconds before you burst out laughing, a pink spreading across Eren’s cheek as he grumbles, an irritated look on his face as he shoves past Lana. 

“You guys are annoying. I’m going back to bed.” 

“Aw, Eren! Come back! Flirt with her!” Lana says, teasing him on. 

“Don’t stay down here too, Y/N. You’re going to lose brain cells.” he murmurs, shuffling away. 

You turn back to Lana, who's filling your glass with water again. She has a soft smile on her face, eyes warm as she hands you the water. 

“This type of stuff…it really helps.” she says. 

“This type of stuff?” 

“Good people. Who want to take care of you. Make you laugh after you cry, all that cheesy stuff.” 

You hum, leaning against the counter again. 

“Lean on Eren. Don’t get so jumbled up on what it means and how he’s feeling because he just wants to be there for you.” she says. 

“I’m trying to. I guess I just feel bad.” 

“I would have benefited a lot from someone like Eren, if I knew him when I was younger. When I was-” 

You quirk your head to the side, beckoning for her to elaborate. 

“For the longest time, I thought that this is just how guys were. Assholes. Dicks. That it was a matter of finding one who was relatively nice, good enough. That real guys, they’re never like this.” 

You frown. 

“My dad was an asshole. Ricky was horrible. My brother was the only person who was nice to me but we just- we lived so far and with the jobs and stuff we grew apart. And when I had to deal with things on my own, things I was too young to even understand, I-” 

She pauses. Swallowing hard. 

“I would have benefitted from knowing Eren earlier. Guys like Eren, like your friends Jean and Marco. Eren’s helped with a lot of my shame and made me better. I-I owe a lot to him really. I know we said what we said earlier, but he is like my brother. He’s always protected me. Overwhelmed me with kindness under insults.” 

You smile. 

“He’s a good guy. Always has been.” you whisper, heart warm at Eren being Eren, still. 

“So let him. Overwhelm you with kindness. Be there for you. You have no reason to be ashamed. And every reason to be scared. Quit feeling bad and just let him. He’s the person you’re comfortable with here.” 

You smile, leaning your head against your shoulder. 

“Dunno. You’re pretty cool too.” 

She laughs. 

“Yeah?” 

“You know what would be cool. If you guys went to bed.” Eren says, shuffling into the room again. 

Lana groans. 

“All men have is the audacity. You just ruined a really sweet moment.” 

You smile at Eren, which he returns. 

“Can Lana sleep with us?” 

He stops smiling. 

“Huh?” 

“You sleep on the left and she can sleep on my right!” you respond. 

“Y/N.” he whines. 

“Please? It’ll be like a sleepover. I can’t have bad things on my mind before I go to bed if you’re both there.”

“No thanks, sweet girl.” Lana says. 

“I’m trying to lean on you guys! Give in.” you respond. 

They both groan as they agree, the three of you shuffling towards Eren’s room. You settle straight into the middle of Eren’s bed, as they both shuffle around - loudly talking in Eren’s bathroom. 

“Ew, Eren. Why did you just kiss my cheek? I’m not Y/N, idiot.” 

“That was for you, Lana Bear!”  

“What pervert spirit possessed you at this time of night? And you know how I feel about that nickname after what Hyla said to me at dinner, so shut up.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Lana. And I just wanted you to know I love you too. You’re like a sister to me.” 

You hear Lana smack Eren. 

“Were you eavesdropping? Asshole. I was lying. None of it was true.” 

“Okay, Lana. Sure thing.” 

“I’m serious!” 

You shake the memory from your head, as you pull out the picture for her to see, one of you and Lana that Eren took. You’re both on his couch, your hands tangled in the bowl of popcorn - glaring at the camera. Eren was blocking your rewatch of High School Musical. 

“Speaking of support systems, one of your most talked about relationships is that with your co-star, Historia Reiss. After seemingly dropping songs about each other and making up and breaking up, there’s a lot of speculation on what happened. Anything to share?” 

You smile. 

“Historia and I are friends. And friendship is complicated. You just got to witness ours first hand, that’s all. Everything between us - it’s water under the bridge, if there ever even was one. We’re just really similar and we butt heads. We still love each other at the end of the day.” you say. 

“Well that’s lovely to hear. How about Ryomen Sukuna? The two of you are all anyone talks about these days, especially after how cozy you two were on the red carpet.” 

You snort. And pull out the polaroid - of you and Sukuna, of him kissing your cheek at the awards show. And in the background, Nobara and Maki are pretending to gag. 

“We’re not dating. And we won’t ever. We’re just really good friends.” 

“Friends kiss each other on red carpets?” 

“These ones do!” you respond, smiling. 

She laughs, nodding as you tuck the picture back into the box. She swallows hard, rubbing her hands against her palms as she asks her next question. The one you know she’s been itching to ask. 

“Look. We’ve talked about your career at great length - all but caught up to the night that you became a triple threat. But there’s one person that we haven’t discussed yet, maybe brought up in passing but haven’t broached. Who I think is relevant.” 

You smile. 

“Eren.” 

“Eren.” she repeats, nodding. 

“What do you want to know?” 

“I mean, everything. How did it feel to know that you finally got him back for what he did to you, the way he dragged your career through the mud. I mean you basically had him hanging his head between his knees by the end of the night, after you ended him. Throwing his relationship with his brother in his face, the songs you wrote, I mean- that. That has to be liberating. To do all that and come out as a triple threat at the end.” 

You can feel the tears spilling down your cheeks as you take your last picture out, one of you and Eren at Levi and Hange’s vow renewal. You’re leaning your head on your palm, looking up at him as he smiles down at you. And you swallow the hiccups as you respond. 

“In what world did that night seem liberating to you? Making a joke out of the love I shared with someone? I sobbed my way through the entire last song. Didn’t even make a speech. In what world was that liberating?” 

You see the shock spread across her face. 

“I just thought-” 

You smile. 

“Since we were fifteen, all people have done is speculate about me and Eren. Are we dating? Are we in love? Are we real? Are we faking? And therein lies the issue, because I think the people, the fame - it came between something really real.” 

She stops, nodding. 

“Something real? Are you telling us that Eren Jaeger lied in his interview?” 

“I don’t know his truth. Maybe it was fake for him. But I was there too.....And it was real for me.” 

You look down at the picture, fiddling with it in your hands. 

“I-I’d like to sing my song, if I could. I-I think it’ll help explain how I feel.” you say. 

She nods, gesturing to the piano. You sit at the seat, sneaking out the vinyl sleeve from the inside of the bench and pull it out. The album cover is a picture of the cast from season one of Attack on Titan. You and Eren are front and center, smiling at each other instead of the camera, everyone’s heads going in different directions. Jean and Mikasa are looking at something to the left and pointing, Ymir is smiling at Historia who is disgusted at Connie and Sasha plugging their fingers in each other's nose. 

“This is my fourth and final studio album, called The Lucky One. And this is my first song on the record, called happiness.” 

You brace your hands against the keys, playing the tune into the air as you sing. The feeling sits deep in your chest. Your realization was simple. That Historia’s statement - that your Eren wasn’t the Eren that existed anymore - is true. You just chose to focus on the wrong part of it.

You loved Eren and he made you happy. He burned you down, hurt you in the way that only he knew how, but loved you, made you whole in only the way he could too. There's a deep hurt. 

But there was great happiness. It’s why you forgive him. Why you choose to move forward, and hold whatever love you did have close. 

Past the blood and bruise Past the curses and cries Beyond the terror in the nightfall Haunted by the look in my eyes That would've loved you for a lifetime Leave it all behind And there is happiness

There is happiness In our history Across our great divide There is a glorious sunrise Dappled with the flickers of light From the dress I wore at midnight Leave it all behind Oh, leave it all behind Leave it all behind And there is happiness 

You wipe the tears off of your face as you turn back towards the camera. 

“Eren Jaeger is the love of my life. He’s everything you want in the person you want to spend the rest of your life with and more. He’s kind, he’s sensitive, he’s all too willing to understand you. Too willing to meet you where you are, as you are, and look past all the bad parts of you.” 

You stifle your sob, the tears pouring out of your eyes. You glance back at the picture of you and Eren at the piano. And the memory sticks out in your head. 

“I love you.” 

You look over at Eren, his green eyes gentle and heartfelt as he takes your hand and squeezes three times. 

“Eren, you-” 

“I love you. The three squeezes - that’s what they’ve always meant.” he whispers, his hand warm in yours as me mimics the motion you’ve done a hundred times. 

You swallow hard. 

“Eren Jaeger is the love in the room. He gives people a chance, even when he shouldn’t. He’s supportive, so incessantly adamant about his belief in you, that you believe in yourself too. He loves hard, he loves soft, and everything in between.” 

“He’s the best person I’ve ever met. Until he wasn’t anymore. And I-I don’t know what they did to him. If they pumped him full of drugs, if they told him something about this industry that I’m unaware of, if-if it was something about me. But this Eren Jaeger, so full of love that it was almost spilling out of him, doesn’t exist anymore. He was real. But he’s not like this anymore.” 

You swallow hard. 

“This career, the way we live in our fishbowl. It-it’s so cruel. You all enjoyed watching me ruin him. You all enjoyed watching him ruin me. You liked that we spent our entire lives loving each other and maybe loved it even more when it came crashing down. It was interesting to speculate on, to talk about. You saw the softest love in us. In him. And then gutted it out of him like he was a fish.” 

You take a deep breath. 

“And with that, I quit.” 

The interviewer sits up, hand on your shoulder at the piano bench as the shock spreads across her face. 

“You’re quitting music?” 

“I’m quitting all of it. I don’t want anything to do with this. You already got to have him. You don’t get to have me too.” 

You give her a smile as you turn to the camera, before walking straight off of the set and into the waiting room outside. 

--

You sit on the bench outside, swinging your legs as you watch the people around you move. They’re all rushing to air the tape, which you expected. And making flash copies of the vinyl you gifted them, getting ready to post them online as the interview goes out. 

Figures. 

The only person who comes to your side is Leila. 

“HI.” you say, cheeks burning from the tears and your eyes swollen. 

She hands you the blue box, the one they hid behind the couch at the start, and shakes her head. 

You give her a strange look as you open up the box, filled with a large stack of letters. You reach for the one at the top, opening the pages to find Eren’s messy handwriting scribbled on the pages. 

Dear The Institute (I don’t know if you’re a person or like someone specific I’m just writing a letter to the address Levi gave me),  My name is Eren Jaeger. I’m fifteen, the son of Carla and Grisha Jaeger. I’m going to be in a new show called Attack on TItan. But that’s not why I’m writing to you. I want to tell you about my friend, my best friend.  Her name is Y/N L/N. She’s going to be my co-star in the show. You haven’t heard of her yet but I promise you won’t forget her. And I’ll make sure you won’t. Because I’m telling you now, she’s the next big thing. And you’re going to make her a triple threat.  I’ll spend this entire time convincing you until you do. But she’s amazing. It won’t take much.  You will hear from me again, Eren Jaeger

You pull another page out, opening up the crinkled pages, the block sitting in your throat. 

Hi (Can you tell me your name? It feels weird to call you The Institute. Like that’s almost dystopian.)  It’s Eren, again. Y/N is going to perform her song, New Year’s Day at the award show tomorrow. It’s her first one and it’s perfect. Like genuinely, who the fuck makes a hit song on the first try?  And even after making something great, she’s trying to be better. She doesn’t like to play the piano, but she tries anyway. Every time I try to teach her, she’s hanging on the ends of my words, trying over and over again until she’s satisfied.  She works very hard. I’m asking you to not overlook that.  See you soon (and when’s your birthday? We’re basically becoming friends at this point.)  Eren Jaeger 

You flip the pages, again. 

Good morning/good afternoon/good evening (covering all my bases, I don’t know where you live),  Now, don’t start discrediting what I’m saying as biased because of the rumors.  Granted, they are true. I adore Y/N with my entire heart. I love her with every fiber of my being. But that doesn’t discredit any of her work or how I’m vouching for it. Because she truly is amazing.  Her new movie is coming out on Saturday and her album on Sunday. Quit being assholes and give her this award already.  She deserves it. Really.  My deepest apologies (for calling you assholes and for bothering you all these years),  Eren Jaeger 

And again. 

Hi,  We broke up. And we don’t really talk much anymore. But the fact that I’m still writing this to you should be proof enough for you to at least CONSIDER her as a triple threat.  Like seriously. We aren’t even dating and I’m still raving about her work (because it’s that good).  Her new movie comes out soon.  She is all things great. The sun, the moon, the stars and everything in between. The light in the dark, every cheesy thing you can think of.  Art is a reflection of who you are. And her art has always been the best.  For the love of god, give in already,  Eren Jaeger. 

And the last one, despite being the shortest one, is what hurts the most. Dated for the day after the awards show, what you assume is barely hours after Eren was sobbing during your performance. 

Dear The Institute,  Thank you for listening. And for making her dream come true.  Best,  Eren Jaeger 

You hold the letters close to your chest as you cry into the box, nearly twenty or thirty pages you still haven’t read. Of Eren, his messy handwriting, and his endless love for you. 

His words ring in your mind. They don’t make any sense and none of it does. You didn’t have any faith in me like I did you. Your parents weren’t famous and you had no ins. I have to do something to offset that if you’re my co-star.  I’m not lying to you when I’m trying to make you feel better or tell you that you’re great. Maybe Hange and Levi are, but I’m not. I’ve always thought you were great.

You sit up from the bench and walk out the door with the box in your hand. You find Falco and Colt standing on the curb against the car, soft smiles on their faces as they push you into the car. And take you where no one gets to touch you, suck you dry, push you too hard, take what you love most away from you ever again. 

Your most haunted memory sticks out to you as you drive away. As you feel the physical weight of this life be left behind on that piano and let him go. 

The waves continue to crash, Eren’s hand raking through your fingers as you both look up at the moon, shining above you. 

“Y/N.” 

“Yes, Eren?” 

“Have you ever been skinny dipping?” 

You curl your nose in disgust. 

“When would I have time to go skinny dipping, Eren? And if I did, you would have known.” 

Eren turns on his side, a bright smile on his face. 

“Let’s do it.” 

“What?” 

“Skinny dipping.” 

“Eren. Quit being ridiculous.” 

He rolls his eyes. 

“I just turned twenty-two. Like fifteen minutes ago. I am the pinnacle of seriousness.” he states, putting on his best Erwin-like tone. 

“Eren.” 

“Come on. It’s like a quintessential experience. We don’t get those - prom, memorizing your crush’s classes and waiting outside them, going on a date in the city. Let’s do this one.” 

You nod as you both trudge to the shore, hands locked together as you quickly lose your clothes and run into the water, biting cold against your skin. The Seattle cold does nothing to help, the two of you shivering in each other's arms as you hold each other in the water. 

“Ttt-this was a sss-stuppid idea, Er-rren.” you shiver, glaring at him. 

“It-it’s ff-un.” he responds. 

You groan as he pulls you into his arms, your face flat against his neck as you guys hug in the water. You can feel his heart beating under your ear and you pull back to find him smiling at you, his hair matted against his forehead. You reach forward and push it out of his eyes. 

“Thanks.” he whispers. 

You nod, giving him a smile. He’s all but grinning at you, the smile on his face so big that it’s throwing you off. 

“Eren. What?” 

“Nothing. You.” 

“Me?” 

He nods, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Just trying to remember this moment. You and me - being real people.” 

“You sound like a crazy person.” 

“You’re not a pop star. I’m not an actor. You’re Y/N and I’m Eren. We’re skinny dipping. And I love you.” 

You turn your head to the side, confused by his sentiment all together. 

It makes sense to you now. 

--

Almost a year and a half later and you’re nervously running your sweaty hands against the pleats of your black dress. You half debate walking in, even though you flew all this way. If there’s still a place for you in this townhouse, even though you all but grew up here. 

You can hear a loud chatter on the inside, voices talking over each other as you think hard, every regret of yours running through your mind. You wonder if they replaced you already, if your doppelganger is walking around in there.

As always, this is what brings you back to them. All of them. And you hate it. Because as always, they are the only ones who understand. They are the only ones who feel it too. 

You’re fish. On the same side of the glass, separated from everyone else. 

You supposed that’s what it does to people. That being fish, to some extent, was something everyone related to - not just you and Eren, Mikasa and Jean, everyone else who was famous.

This tears down things that were a resolute fact - bringing you to places you never thought you’d return, to people you didn’t think you would ever need anymore. A fishbowl - separating you from everyone else on one side of the glass, with everyone else - normal and whole - on the outside.

Fame can do that to people. But grief can too.

The news clip rings in your head. 

. 

. 

. 

Marco Bodt, best known for his time as a recurring character in the drama series Attack on Titan, died on Friday, five days short of his twenty-fourth birthday. 

You brace yourself and knock on the door of the townhouse. Eren’s the one who answers.

--

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an: lol. so does "passed down like folk songs, the love lasts so long" still apply if he's dead....thoughts? also the lucky one tracklist

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[chaotic-nick]

PROGRAM MEDIA MADNESS PROJECT

STATION Tumblr/ Ao3

Director Nick

I've been the designated scriptwriter since my semester started and hosting a media-related collab has always been on my mind.

Instead of a collab, I've turned it into a year-long project! A series of fics with huge word counts all related to the media field, written by a media student

SCRIPT 1: ‘Next Act’ - Miche Zacharias  x Reader

 Two controversies, disbandment of the country’s biggest girl group. A relationship to hide it all. 

Is it all worth it when two lives are at a risk?

SCRIPT 2: untitled - Erwin Smith x reader

A convenience for the two of you.

But his money’s power can only do so much.

SCRIPT 3: ’Twenty’ - Eren Jeager x Reader

(Y/n) (L/n)’s private life has always been a mystery ever since her hiatus from the group. Twenty Instagram posts in those five years are the only clues she’s given her fans.

What goes on behind the scenes is revealed in one post . . . in Eren Yeager’s instagram?

SCRIPT 4: ‘Adoration Not Love’ - Rangiku Matsumoto x Reader

In ten years of having the industry wrapped around her finger, it only took five videos to have Rangiku wrapped around (Y/n)’s finger— no.

It took one pleading look for Rangiku to become her puppet.

Script 5: ‘It’s bitter’- Shunsui Kyouraku x Reader

 ‘Rising Scriptwriter gives entitled actor his own medicine at the country’s prestigious media awards.’ 

Shunsui’s never learnt to get on his knees to apologise, until he met her.

#nick masterlist #nick project #mike zacharias x reader #miche zacharias x reader #erwin smith x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #rangiku x reader #rangiku matsumoto x reader #shunsui kyoraku x reader #aot x reader #bleach x reader

[hanuh]

Lights, Cameras, and Tabloids

| 3 | Off-Script

Word count | 5.3K

Previous

Pairing | Eren x Reader, Armin x Reader

Genre | Actor AU, Modern AU, Love Triangle

Chapter Notes | nothing to note

Chapter Summary | Your’s and Armin’s big scene and a certain dark haired man watches with jealous eyes.

You stand flush against a metal wall. The silver buckles littered across your body clink lightly against the set walls. Your whole back feels chilled from the vents dozens of meters above. You close your eyes for a moment, channelling the (Y/N) (L/N) that slaughters titans, who has survived longer than most people in this cruel fictional world, who has proven time after time she’s ruthless even though she has a heart of gold, and the very girl who is hopelessly head over heels in love with Armin Arlert. 

Breathe in. 

Breathe out. 

Channel (Y/N) (L/N).

“Action!” Jin shouts and the sound of the clapper follows indicating it’s time for the first take.  

You open your eyes, you’re out of the frame of shot, standing on your off-screen marker. The hydraulic set door opens with a large clank allowing Armin to be the center of focus of camera #1. The cameraman of camera #1 slowly pushes the camera forward, Armin waits the allotted ten seconds until his cue to slam a fist on the airship walls. In post, they’ll add in steam to his fist to show just how forceful his punch truly was. His face is conveying every emotion his head should be experiencing. His brows furrow in utter despair and his lips tremble not being able to contain the onslaught of emotions after nuking a city. 

You smile off-screen fully taking in how great an actor Armin is and that smile doesn’t slide past a certain pair of turquoise eyes that watch from the sidelines. 

The camera stops moving, now slowly zooming in on his face. Camera #2 in a position slightly behind camera #1 focuses on the wall with the green marker that indicates the spot where Armin’s fist should collide with the wall. In an instant Armin lets out a heartwrenching yell, slamming his fist. The slam is soft upon hitting the wall, careful to not injure himself, it not making a noise due to that all being added in later in post. Armin feigns a look of pain and clutches his hand into his chest while hunching down.

“Cut!” Jin yells, the whole team cutting the shot and the camera assistant marking the end of take one. Jin strides over to the playback screen watching both angles of the scene. You look to Armin giving him a big thumbs up, he meekly smiles back. “Perfect job Armin, I’d like to call it a one-and-done take but let’s grab a couple more just like it to be on the safe side.” Jin calls out, “Let’s take it back from the top! Everyone back to their starting marks.”

Everyone shuffles around to prepare for another take. You use this moment to glance over at Eren who shockingly is already staring at you softly. You smile bashfully, his ears instantly becoming hot from embarrassment at being caught. He manages to get out a small smile, mirroring your expression.

“Action!” The sound of the clapper is heard again marking take two. 

You tear your gaze from Eren over to the scene that’s playing out in front of you. Armin’s delivery is once again nothing short of perfection not faulting on take two or even all the way up to take eight. After the eighth take, Jin calls for a scene change, prompting the cameras to shift over to the markers where your’s and Armin’s talk will take place. Armin moves to his off-screen marker and you stay put on yours. As the camera shuffles around, Jin approaches the set, close to both your markers.

“Okay,” She smiles, feeling giddy about the scene you’re about to film. Besides Twitter, Jin is the biggest lover of your two’s relationship on camera. It was never in the plan to have your characters in a relationship at first, but the chemistry you and Armin share was enough to make the plot of your shared love. In fact, you were supposed to die at the end of season two when on the rescue mission for Eren outside the walls. You’ve been a huge part of the Shinganshina survivors since episode one and you dying alongside Hannes was supposed to be the fuel to light Eren’s rage. Instead, Jin fought to keep you, she loved the chemistry of you and Armin and wanted it to grow into the next seasons. She loved how powerful and confident your character had become over the course of the show, and with you being such a pillar she herself sat with the writers finding the perfect plot for you. “This is the big scene. The first scene of you two truly being together. We’ve seen you kiss but it’s time for you to show your support with one another. This will be the very first time the viewers will have seen you since the moment at the ocean so let’s give them a show. Full permission to go off-script. We can take as many takes as needed, just make us feel your love. You two have such natural screen chemistry that I’m sure anything you say would be better than anything any of us could plan for the two of you.” Jin steps forward and rests a hand on your shoulder giving a light squeeze. “Sounds good?”

“Sounds good with me,” Smiling, you switch your focus to Armin. “Armin?”

He nods his head with a small smile. His whole body feels like television static. His knees buckle in nerves for whatever is about to play out on stage here. He can’t help but notice behind the nerves is the feeling of anticipation. “Sounds good. Let’s do this.” 

He allows his eyes to shift over to Eren who moved from craft services and over to the playback screens. Eren doesn’t notice Armin has been staring at him as he’s too entranced by the smile that radiates from your lips. Armin follows Eren’s eyes to your form and instantly feels the need to steady his heartbeat. It pounds so heavily he can hear it vibrating through his ears. 

“Places!” Jin yells out as she makes her way towards her director’s station. The first assistant director hands her an iPad, holding another one in his own hands, as she situates herself in her chair next to where Eren stands. 

“Just breathe,” Armin whispers to himself so softly not even the boom mic could pick it up. He hunches his body just like how the last take ended and replicates his position to the best of his muscle memory.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

“Action!”

Armin takes a huge gulp of air, forcing his body to shake as if it’s fighting the onslaught of silent sobs. His left hand that hasn’t been “injured” pulls at the side of his hair. “This is too much,” He chokes out, still not crying but almost at the tipping point. “This is all too much.”

“Armin?” You gently call out in a soft and nurturing voice. You walk to your first on-screen marker slowly showing hesitance with every step. Camera #1 slowly moves alongside each step you make until stopping at your last marker. You freeze and take a long breath, Camera #2 stays planted on your face focusing as a wave of emotions wash on your face. You reach out but hesitantly pull your hand back at your side.

“Armin.” You whisper so softly as if the only people in the world are you and Armin as he’s hunched in front of you. He mumbles some incoherent words, and you raise your left arm gently with more confidence this time. With that Camera #1 slowly begins to move down, following your arm. It freezes in place as your fingers are about to make contact with the soft blond hair on Armin’s head. Armin’s hand grabs your wrist before your hand can touch him. You raise your brows in shock, your bottom lip jutting out slightly. 

“Armin-”

He cuts you off, “It shouldn’t have been me.” His grip on your wrist increases. “It was all a mistake.”

“Armin-”

He cuts you off again, “The Commander could do this. He could do this with no problems. I can’t” His voice begins to waver. “We’d be better off if I died.”

“Don’t say that.” You crouch down to his level, his hand staying on your wrist, his head looking down and avoiding your stare. “Armin, you hear me? Don’t you dare say that again.” 

His grip loosens allowing you to softly remove your hand from his hold. You gingerly move your hands to his cheeks. You rest both hands on either side of his face, pouring concern out of every muscle you move. You rub both sides with your thumbs, just under his brow and barely touching the edge of his eye. You lift his face, bringing it level with yours as you both are crouched in front of each other. His eyes are shining with unshed tears, not willing to connect with yours. 

“Armin,” You whisper with your eyes refusing to leave his. “Look at me.”

He releases a shaky breath before shifting his sapphire gaze to yours. His whole body is reacting to your touch in a way that’s deeper than just acting. He takes a deep inhale before bringing his hands up to hold yours to his face. 

You give him the softest of smiles your body can muster. “There you are. There’s those eyes I love.” 

Eren freezes as he watches the scene playing out in front of him. His eyes cautiously move to Jin expecting her to call cut but he’s shocked to find a smile on her face. You’re going off-script. This is all you. ‘Is Jin okay with them going off script?’ He asks himself already knowing she must be after seeing how pleased she looks. 

“(Y/N),” Armin murmurs, a couple of tears trickle down his cheek and over the thick latex, slipping down his neck. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

He makes himself unravel.

Your eyes widen by a fraction shocked by the man crumbling within your hold. Armin wasn’t directed to cry like this, but you find yourself even more impressed with his performance as his shoulders shake with every sob he lets out. You act quickly and move him within your arms, pulling him forward so he lands against your chest. His weight causes you to adjust forcing yourself to sit on the floor. You squeeze your right arm around him tightly, pressing him against your body, while your left raises to pet his hair gently. 

“I’m sorry.” He sobs out. “I’m sorry.”

“Armin, stop apologizing to me,” You shift your face and lightly press your lips to his forehead. “Don’t apologize to me.” You mumble into his hair just loud enough for the mics to pick up on. 

“I’m not,” He tries to steady his breathing as it fans out against your chest, he shifts his words back to the script. “I’m apologizing to all the people down there.”

You make your breath hitch, freezing your hand that runs through his locks. “Armin,” You lift his face from your hold and stare deeply into his glistening eyes. “This couldn’t have been helped. If you didn’t do that then we would’ve lost to their Navy.”

He moves his left hand up to your cheek, caressing it. He moves his thumb across the plumpness of your bottom lip, feeling the soft skin under his thumb. He glances up to your stare and takes in your face as if admiring it like a work of art in the Louvre. “If Commander Erwin was here he wouldn’t be breaking down in the middle of a warzone. Sorry, I’m acting ridiculous.”

“Don’t apologize for your emotions because honestly, I believe that’s why you were picked.” You lean your head further into his hold, the improvised lines playing through your head. “You have a heart bigger than any one of us, including the Commander. You’re here because of your tactical brilliance and your huge heart that beats for every living person. You think about your actions and carry the grief they leave.” You raise up your right hand, moving it to hold the hand Armin has on your face. “You’re human Armin. Your grief is proof of your humanity. We may have to do awful things for survival but the moment we stop mourning for all those lives lost is when we’re truly lost. But we must not allow it to control us. I’ve realized over the years it’s a fine line of feeling and not feeling.”

Armin takes the shakiest breath he can, “I wonder if Bertholdt felt like this.”

“I’m sure he did.” You smile sadly. “I’m sure they all did. They’re not monsters, they’re simply just fighting to survive. I think the version of Annie, Bertholdt and Reiner we know is the real version of themselves.”  You kiss the inside of his hand, “But, just like us, they had to survive... We need to survive.”

“Two sides to one coin,” Armin mumbles, mirroring the bittersweet look on your face. 

“Two sides to one coin.” You repeat back, moving your hand you now caress his face. You slowly lean in, resting your forehead against his, and close your eyes. You both take a moment taking in each other’s scents and further immersing yourself in the scene. You feel the delicate touch of Armin’s fingers guiding themselves down your jaw. They stop at your chin, lifting it slowly. His eyes bore down on you, twinkling with so much underlying emotion that you find a tender smile toying at your lips. You assume this is just the peak of Armin’s acting ability, not just the truth that your onscreen lover has real-world emotions for you. 

You want to convey the near desperation your character must be feeling to kiss Armin. The sheer desperation that must come and go like hunger in this world. The desperation for closeness to those to you love. Your lips press against his, a jolt coursing through his body and resonating deep within his abdomen. His lips are soft. You can’t help enjoying how they feel so warm moving against your own. They move so synchronized that you’re once again left in awe at the onscreen chemistry you two share while Armin’s left craving more. Armin doesn’t dare move away, savouring the feeling of being yours even if just for a second. 

Eren shifts his gaze from the scene playing out in front of him. He’s not a jealous guy in the sense of you being an actress having to do her job. He’s not dumb. He’s had his fair share of on-screen romances during projects when not filming Attack On Titan, so he knows that a job is a job. With that being said, having to wake up every morning to some new social media post about you and Armin’s offscreen feelings races to his core. It’s completely irrational and he knows it. He knows your relationship is strictly professional. He’s aware of how his mind works overtime creating stories to derail any plans that may conjure up to finally take your relationship to the next level. There’s just something about watching you two act in front of him. How tender you hold each other, how softly you speak, and how your eyes shine. He can’t help but spiral into the abyss. Maybe he’s been delusional to assume it’s strictly professional. Maybe this onscreen chemistry you two share is really rooted in something much deeper.

You move your head back, leaving Armin’s lips now cold. Your eyes smile to Armin, his lips smiling at you. “I love you.” You breathe out.

Armin grabs your hand in his own, “I love you.” You stare into each other’s eyes waiting for the cue to stop.

“Cut!” Jin’s yell brings you back to the world that’s been operating around you. “Beautiful job!” She shuffles over to the playback screen, slipping on a clunky pair of headphones, watching the playback from the start. You remove yourself from the floor and gaze over to Armin. He’s already up, his stylist pulled him off to the side to dry his latex from the tears, fixing any makeup issues that may have happened while filming. His eyes briefly connect with yours and he gives you a small thumbs-up, you smile largely feeling very proud of the scene the two of you created. 

“That was phenomenal.” You hear a low voice sounding off next to you. You turn to find Eren standing just off the set, near your marker, with his arms folded across his chest. “You’re acting never fails to amaze me.”

“Oh shush,” Heat crawls up your face which you decide to blame on the hot lights beaming down on you and not from the incredibly attractive man who’s complimenting you. “You’re one to talk Mr. Star of The Show.”

Now it’s his turn to blush. 

“Hey, kid.” Lynn strides over with Rosie in tow, both carrying a portable case full of supplies. “Let’s powder that nose before your next shot.” 

You nod and take a step towards the women off-set, stopping next to Eren. “You sticking around for a while?” You smile so sweetly to him that his heart skips a few beats.

“I wish I could stay and watch for a bit,” Half lie. “But I’m needed on stage eight in an hour and I’m already a bit late heading there for my makeup touch-up. Don’t want the AD’s hunting me down.”

You grin, “Can’t die on us now, can you,” You raise your hand to squeeze his shoulder. “I’ll see you in a few hours I guess. I think we’re filming our scene in the airship later today but honestly, I never fully remember the call sheet. I just know what time I need to be here for and the rest is up to fate.” You laugh out bringing your hand down to your side again. “Bye!” You run off to Lynn and Rosie with both of them praising your scene. 

From a distance, Armin watches you with your stylists and Eren walking out the backdoor of the set. A weird feeling sits in his stomach after the scene. It somehow feels great and awful. The great is clearly from the feeling of your lips ghosting over his own, your hands caressing him, and even though it was acting the ‘I love you’ was so realistic he can almost imagine you really meant it. The negative is from experiencing all of that while his best friend watches. The same best friend who has feelings for you. 

How confusing. 

“Okay,” His stylist says as he dabs a beauty blender under his eyes a couple more times. “Done. Great job out there by the way. You two have something special onscreen that’s for sure.” 

Armin releases a nervous laugh, “Yeah, thanks.”

“You’re free to go,” His stylist smiles, taking a few steps back. 

“Thanks again,” Armin strides away and heads towards the playback screen where it appears that Jin has been watching your scene on loop for the past almost twenty minutes since the last shot ended. He situates himself behind the shorter stature of his director, peering over her shoulder. He watches the screen playing without any sound, a small heat building at the tips of his ears watching the way your lips move against his own. 

“We look pretty good,” A whisper comes next to his ear causing him to jump a bit. His face turns swiftly to find you leaning your head on his shoulder watching the playback as well. “You did great Armin.”

He lets out a breath he’s been holding in, “You too!”

“You know Eren could be right,” You remove your head from his shoulder, “We could end up trending higher than Levi.” You both laugh quietly. 

“You two,” Jin’s voice can be heard from where she stands. She removes the headphones and faces the pair of you. “I don’t do this often, but I think we have a one-and-done take. I’ve watched over this so many times and can’t find a single flaw. I’m calling it a wrap on this scene and worst case if something comes up we can switch around the call sheet for tomorrow to fit in a retake. Beautiful work you two. I’m so proud.” Jin beams, “Jason, do a call for Hange to bring them to set ASAP so we can film their part.”

“We might run a bit late on schedule today” Jason, the first assistant director of the show, stands next to Jin looking over the filming schedule for today on his iPad. “I think we should reevaluate some scenes for today and shift them back a day. It’s already 10 AM.”

Jin glances over the dope sheet, the paper that has all the finished shots for the day, and reads over the call sheet. “I think you’re right. Okay, why don’t you call set eight and tell them to push back until tomorrow as well as set four. We can just move everything back a day with no issue. We will focus on finishing this, Sasha’s roof scenes, and all of Gabi’s on the street today. Should that be okay?”

Jason puts in time estimates next to each shot, “Yeah I think that should bring us to about 4:40 PM roughly.”

“Perfect make the call to the rest of the talent and let them know they can head home for the day. Don’t let them leave without one of the AD’s making a new call sheet for tomorrow and please make sure we don’t overbook the day like we did today.”

“Gotcha.” Jason runs off to inform the rest of the AD’s the plan for today. 

“Sorry about that guys,” Jin faces you, “Armin I’m afraid we’ll need you for a few more hours today for your green-screen shots with the CGI department and to finish up here with Hange. But, (Y/N), you’re free to go home.” Jin smiles at you, “Have a great rest of your day and I’ll see you tomorrow!” Jin waves and turns back to the playback screen to jot some more notes for your’s and Armin’s scene.

“I can go.” You say out loud, letting it sink in. Your face turns into a shit-eating grin as you look at Armin. “I can go nap!”    

“Yeah, yeah.” Armin waves you off shaking his head in amusement. “Not like I was here like two hours before you or anything.”

“Hey, don’t hate me because you ain’t me.” You nudge his shoulder, earning a roll from his big blue eyes. “I’ll miss you, but I miss my bed more. What can I say.”

“Alright stop rubbing it in, get out of here. Go home to your precious bed.” 

“If you insist,” You look up to Armin before skipping off, “I hope to see you tonight! I know you have an early call but maybe with the new call sheet it will change.”

“Maybe, we’ll see.” Armin smiles at you before you take off towards your stylists in the corner of the giant studio. 

You skip happily towards Lynn and Rosie, your grin not leaving your face. What could make today better than already giving one of the best performances of your life? A nap. And you were so close to that. 

“What’s got you so happy?” Rosie asks, “Does it have something to do with a certain brown-haired boy?”

“No, better!” You stop your skipping, freezing in front of them. “I can go home and sleep!”

“Woah look at you go, hotshot.” 

“I’m so excited.”

“How long have you been on this show and you still aren’t used to early call times? I remember when we’d have to do your hair while you were passed the fuck out during the 3 am season two call times.” Lynn laughs out.

You scrunch your nose with a slight huff. “I’m just not made to be up early, blame it on genetics or whatever you wanna.“

“Ah yes,” Lynn smirks. “Genetics.”

“Or whatever.” Rosie chuckles.

“Exactly,” You shake your head in amusement. “Okay, I’m going back to my trailer to meet the wardrobe assistant there to change out of this.” You dramatically point to your scout costume. “Then I’ll meet you in trailer two?”

“I know how much you want to nap,” Lynn smiles, “You can just wash off your face at home if you want to instead, Just make sure you use those good makeup wipes we gave you and moisturize.”

Rosie points a finger at you, “Do not fall asleep with your makeup on, (Y/N).”

You stick out your pinky, “Will do, pinky promise!” The two women wrap their pinkies around yours. “Thanks again!”

“No problem, we’ll see you in the morning!”

“See ya!” You yell back as you take off out of the stage doors. The warmth of the sunshine is the first thing you feel as you step outside. The world looks brighter and happier now that you know a nap is in your future. You glance around and find a studio driver in a golf cart waiting outside the building. He smiles at you and you stride towards him. “Hey, any way you’d drive me to my trailer in the backlots?”

“No problem, hop in.” He turns the key, the cart now letting out a loud humming noise.

“Thank you!” You hop on the back of the cart. The cart jolts as it moves in reverse to turn out of the studio. The driver moves it into drive, now steadily making way towards the backlots. The breeze in your hair feels cool against your skin as the sun beams its warmth down. It’s moments like these where you find yourself romanticizing the little things of your job. 

Not even five minutes late you feel the cart stop at the entrance of the backlots. You hop off the back of the cart, smiling at the driver. “Thanks again.”

“No problem Miss.” You wave to him as he reverses out of the gravel, heading back towards the studio. 

You turn, your trailer already in your sight. You squint your eyes finding someone waiting outside your trailer. The closer you get you're able to make out that it’s the same assistant with the long black ponytail who dressed you from earlier. In her arms in a couple of large garment bags, and you can also make out your tote bag slung over her shoulder. She waves at you, “Ms. (L/N)” 

“Hey!” She passes you your bag, you dig for a moment before finding your cow lanyard. “Thanks for bringing my stuff.”

“No problem, I’m also here to help you out of costume.”

“Sounds good.” You unlock your door, stepping inside with her following closely behind. 

“Here,” She drapes the garment bag over your plush chair and unzips the bag only to find your crewnecks and tie-dye joggers waiting for you inside. Knowing the drill you stand with your arms wide at each side to make it easier for her to unbuckle your straps. After about five or so minutes she has all the buckles loosened and falling to the floor. You step back and away from the straps so she’s able to gather them in a second garment bag she brought. You take this time to undo your shoes and anything else you can reach to help her out. In a moment she’s back at your side and helps you with any remaining zippers and buttons. The whole costume is off your body in a handful of minutes and you’re slipping on your fleecy clothes and dreaming of the soft linen of your bed. 

“Perfect looks like I have everything,” She smiles widely. “We’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Thanks for your help.” You wave to her as she opens the trailer door and tosses the garment bags over her shoulder. As she steps out she nearly collides with the second assistant director who was just about to knock on your door. She mumbles an apology and slips past the young man. You wave your hand as if silently telling him to come inside. 

“Here you go Ms (L/N),” He takes out a large folder with your name etched across. “It’s the updated call sheet for tomorrow as well as the new scripts you’ll be needing.”

“Thanks a bunch.“ You take the papers from him and as you look down at them he slips out the door. You open the folder, your call times are highlighted and staples to the very front. You scan your eyes for the only part you really care about. What time you need to be here. 

Hair and Makeup Calltime: 7 AM

“Fuck yeah,” You mumble under your breath. Sure it’s not 10 AM like you originally had, but it certainly was better than the 5 AM one you had this morning. You place the folder in your bag deciding to go over your script tonight before heading out for dinner. You quickly check over that you have your phone, wallet, and anything else of importance. Feeling satisfied, you leave your trailer and lock up. You begin to walk towards the entrance of the backlots but you hear your name called out, causing you to turn.

“(Y/N)?” It’s Eren, makeup-free and hair up in a dishevelled bun. He’s wearing a loose-fitting white T-shirt and well-fitted black jeans and god He’s looking so good. So good that your brain is instant mush. “You got called off too?”

“Hell yeah, I did!” You beam, “I’m going to go nap now.”

He laughs, shaking his head slightly at how adorable your face looks when you’re this excited. “Well, aren’t we lucky.”

“I guess most of us got called off today.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“So,” You drawl out, “What are you going to do with your free time?”

“I have a call with Fletcher and Fox Studios later, but other than that nothing.” He takes a step towards you. “I’m looking forward to dinner tonight.”

Your breath is caught in your throat. “Yeah me too.” His eyes are so intoxicating in this sunlight and you can’t look at anything else even if you tried. 

“Wanna carpool?”

“Pardon?” You tilt your head, not catching what he said from being so lost in his eyes.

“Let’s go together.” The corner of his mouth raises slightly. “I’ll pick you up.”

You open your mouth ready to yell out ‘A million times yes yes yes!’ but instead a low male voice is heard.

“Awe Jaeger,” You turn your head in shock at the new voice finding Jean approaching the two of you. His fingers are interlocked with the pale ones of Mikasa as she follows in stride. “I’d love to go to dinner with you.”

“Jean,” Eren groans, Jean smiling at him in a pestering way. “As much as I’d love to-”

“Say no more, baby.” Jean situates himself next to Eren and tosses an arm around Eren’s broad shoulders. “Pick me up at 6:30 and wear something nice.” He winks, making Eren groan. Mikasa rolls her eyes and looks towards you with a smile.

“(Y/N),” Eren moves away from Jean’s hold. “ I’ll just text you.”

Eren leaves the backlots with a bag thrown over his shoulder without saying much other than a quick bye. You tilt your head at his instant mood change. “Is it just me or does Eren seem upset?” You casually place a hand around your mouth whispering in Jean’s direction.

“You’re a dumbass,” Jean says, “You’re so so so oblivious.” Mikasa works quickly to slap his chest earning a chuckle from her boyfriend. Jean’s smile only widens as he pats your head. “Please never change.”

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Actor!Eren Yeager Headcanons (pt. 3)

Pairing: Actor!Eren Yeager x MakeupArtist!Reader (AOT Live Action Show AU)

Genre: angst mostly I’m sorry

Type: headcanon/bulletpoint

A/N: alright part 3 for y’all. Inspired by @nihaalart ‘s actor au fan art :)

part 1, part 2

Okay more Actor!Eren headcanons bc no one is stopping me

Ever since you had helped Eren at his trailer that night, one thing replayed over and over again in your head

“I don’t know what I'd do without a friend like you”

A friend

God it shouldn’t have bothered you

You knew in reality he was an untouchable icon and to even be his friend was a feat in and of itself

But you thought there had been something more, something real in the connection you two had

Had you imagined all of the flirting? Were his compliments just him being nice and not something more? Was he playing you?

You had no idea, but you were hurt

So you tried your best to hide your feelings

Even though you desperately wanted to ask him and just find out already

For the sake of you and your job you needed to just continue on like nothing had happened

But fate had other plans

You were on set early, setting up for the day when the director called you over to talk

You walked over nervously because

Well you had never been summoned by the infamous director

And that’s scary as h e l l

“(Y/N) can I talk to you for a second?”

You rubbed your hands together nervously

“Of course. Is something wrong?”

The director looked… disappointed?

But you didn’t know why

“I’ve heard some things about the relationship between you and Eren.”

Oh

Oh no

You swallowed

“Oh? What about it exactly?”

The director huffed, “Some of the other… staff - and cast members - think you’re spending a little too much time around him. Distracting him from work when he needs to be focused and taking away from the time he needs to use to be resting. I even heard that you went to his trailer late after filming and kept him up talking for hours longer than he should have been.”

“That isn’t what happened. I was just taking him some food. He hadn’t eaten all day and-“

“There are no ‘and’s in this, (Y/N).”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a frustrate sigh

“This could become a serious breach of your contract. I’m sorry, but your relationship with Eren is getting out of hand and frankly you’re beginning to ignore the lines of professionalism we have on this set. You’re talented, (Y/N), you really are, but I have no other choice but to let you go.”

And just like that, you felt your world imploding in on you

Everything you’d worked for

All the friends you’d made

The countless hours spent on your craft

All gone

Wasted because of some stupid misunderstanding that you weren’t even being given the chance to explain.

“I can give you today, but after that I want you off set and away from Eren. I can’t have him distracted on the biggest season of this production.”

There it was

You were a distraction to his star

That was the real reason

You wanted to cry and scream and throw a fit and tell him how ridiculous he was being 

You wanted to find whatever staff members had put the idea into his head that you were being unprofessional when really Eren just needed a friend to talk to

He needed someone to treat him as a human instead of a machine that would be fine after working non stop

But all you could do was bite your tongue and nod before being dismissed back to your station

Eren was already there waiting in the chair, seemingly well rested with a bright smile on his face as he looked up from his phone at you

“Ah, my amazing artiste is here!!”

God he sounded so happy to see you it broke your heart a little bit

You couldn’t even look at him,

So you just ignored him and started getting to work

Eren was completely taken aback because

This wasn’t the (Y/N) he knew

This wasn’t the bright makeup artist always ready to talk

Who cared about him probably more than anyone else on set

Who listened to him and shared stories and made him feel connected and seen

Whose smile and laughter made his day exponentially better

Who he had undoubtedly fallen for no matter how hard he tried not to

But he stayed silent as you worked on him, assuming you just needed some silence this morning

You tried to breathe as you began drawing in the familiar Titan lines with eyeshadow before applying some Rigid Collodion to make them sink into his skin

(Rigid Collodion makes a scarring effect, something you had explained to Eren many times before)

(Even though he didn’t understand how it worked he loved how excited you got whenever you showed him a product or technique)

It wasn’t until you shakily lifted the applicator to his skin that he finally looked up at you again

You were crying

Your lip was quivering as you tried desperately to keep your emotions in check, brows furrowed and tears spilling silently down your cheeks

Eren’s eyes immediately filled with concern and he took the applicator away from you, setting it down on the table before turning back to you

“Hey. Hey, look at me.”

He gently took one of your hands and brushed a strand of hair away from your face to try and see you better

“What’s wrong?”

His tone was so gentle it made you start crying harder

This damn boy with his damn charm

This damn boy who had made you feel wanted by someone for once in your life

Who you were going to have to say goodbye to

He reached up to cup your cheeks and brush the tears away with his thumbs but you pushed his hands away

“Don’t.”

“(Y/N), what’s going on? What’s wro-“

“Please, just don’t,” you said between shaky breaths. “Just stop before I get you into more trouble.”

“What are you talking about?”

You wiped your cheek with the back of your hand 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be blaming you for this. It was me, I overstepped my boundaries. I... I read too much into everything and went too far, and now I’m paying the price for my mistake. I just… I can’t - I can’t do this.”

You hastily started to put your things away, packing palettes into carriers and brushes into bags so haphazardly you were sure you were ruining some things

But you didn’t care

You just needed to get out of there now

Before you made an even bigger fool of yourself and of Eren

“(Y/N). (Y/N), what’s going on?”

Ignoring Eren’s questions, you shouldered your bags and grabbed the traveling case you had

“Go to Esme to finish your makeup. She does Armin’s and Zeke’s so she’ll be able to do yours too.”

You rushed away from him, pulling away from the hand that had found it’s way around your wrist so delicately

And you walked off set without a second thought

No explanations

Not even bothering to stop as Mikasa and Hange asked you where you were going

You just walked

Back to your trailer to pack your things

To the Uber you had called to take you to the airport

Walked to the gate and then onto the plane that would take you home

You walked away with shattered dreams and a breaking heart

And just like that everything was over

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Breaking Barriers And Shattering Glass Ceilings Part 2

characters: Actor!Eren Jaeger x Actress!Reader

plot summary: After keeping them buried for years, Eren Jaeger, your co-star in the hit anime series Attack on Titan, finally acts on his feelings for you.

content warnings : nsfw, eren is yandere-ish in this, can be psychologically triggering for some so read with caution. MINORS DNI!

author’s note; Okay, here's Part 2. This is most likely the final part as well. Thank you very much for your love and support for this piece!

I was astounded by how many people liked and reblogged the first part. I hope you can show the same amount of love to this one!

"Wow, it's been seven years since you made your debut?"

"Yes, time flies fast, huh? I'll be celebrating my 7th debut anniversary with my fans next week," you said graciously to the host.

"Oh, you're going to host a fan meeting in Saitama, correct?"

"Yes."

"Are there going to be any special guests on your special day?"

"Eren, Armin, and Levi will be there, and to be honest, I wanted to invite more, but everyone is busy right now, so they said they'd be there in spirit instead." You responded, chuckling. 

"How about you say a few words to Eren? You were at his fan meeting, right?"

“Yes, I had a lot of fun, so I thought it'd be great to invite him, and to be honest, it's only natural that I invite him, right?" You said, turning to the camera and smiling sweetly as you conveyed a very sweet message to your co-star. 

Fuck

As your lovely giggle echoed throughout Eren's apartment, his vision blurred as he stroked his cock faster, his cum seeping out from the pink tip while groaning out your name and spitting out curses here and there.

For some reason, after spending all those days filming for Shingeki no Kyojin, you were all given a day off to rest, and for some reason, Eren decided to spend his day off jerking off while watching one of his favorite videos of you.

It was your special interview to honor your seventh debut anniversary, while Eren was celebrating his second year anniversary of meeting you during the very first script reading for snk.

When you turned to the camera and smiled, he pushed his head back, groaning deeply and sexily as his rhythm quickened.

Oh, how he wishes he could wipe that gorgeous smile off your face by shoving his fat cock all the way down your throat.

He hisses as he imagines you crying and gagging on his cock as he thrusts in and out relentlessly.

"Y/N—fuck—"

Eren continues to imagine you taking his cock so well inside your pretty, little mouth and sucking him off while moaning and groaning about how much you love the taste of him.

A guttural groan escaped his lips, and then an image of you riding his dick flashed through his head, your eyes rolling back, your tongue darting out of your cum coated lips as you took him in so well, exactly like the cockslut he believes you are.

As his climax approaches, beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead, the heat he feels within rising hotter and stronger.

Then, in his vision, you looked at him with misty eyes, longingly moaning his name.

"Eren."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N—!"

Eren shuddered frantically as he climaxed, his cum spurting all over his hands and the sofa, but he didn't stop beating his cock until it became flaccid.

For a few minutes, only his panting could be heard in his dark bedroom until your sweet voice echoed throughout the small space.

He's so smitten with you that he can feel his dick swelling again at the slightest chuckle from you.

A worn-out smirk appeared on his face before he fell asleep in his living room while the clip continued to play on loop.

*

"And—cut!" said the director, and you couldn't be happier to be done with yet another challenging sequence.

You got up, wiping your tears, and Armin did the same, wiping his sweat.

Today was the day you filmed the scene in which Eren voiced his hatred for you and beat Armin to a pulp.

To be honest, that scene was one of the scenes you three were dreading because everyone in the manga loved that part, so you were anxious about doing it properly, but from the looks of it, your director enjoyed it and even showered you with praise.

"Good work," you murmured, smiling at Eren, who was still in character, but after turning to face you, his entire aura softened and he took a step closer.

"I'm sorry for making you cry, Senpai," he said sheepishly, to which you responded with a grin, "I’ll forgive you if you treat me to a cup of coffee~"

"Later at lunch," Eren chuckled.

"I was kidding, but seriously, you did an excellent job, and I'm proud of you," you remarked sincerely while fixing his hair and wiping his sweat away.

If you got any closer, you could hear his heart thumping against his chest.

And he still hasn't gotten that erotic image of you out of his mind, so as you worked on his hair with your tongue darting slightly as you concentrated, he felt his dick twitch ever so slightly in his pants.

Armin rubbed his face and muttered, "Man, you really punched me back there."

"I'm sorry, I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot to hold back," Eren apologized.

"Nah, it's okay. It was probably for the best, right? Director Tanaka was so delighted with the outcome," Armin replied, warmly beaming at his junior, clearly proud of him for a job well done.

Before filming, the two practiced the fighting scene, and Armin insisted that they strike one another as realistically as possible so that it would look good on camera. However, during the actual shot, the back of Eren's fist unintentionally landed on his jaw, causing him to slash his lips.

"I can already see your fangirls worshiping you when this episode airs," you said to Armin.

When he eventually appeared in the fourth and final season, his name trended for three days in a row because people loved his glow-up after the time skip.

He even managed to take Levi's position in the popular poll, while Eren and Reiner remained tied for third.

Armin chuckled as you all began to leave the set to get some much-needed rest after filming such a grueling sequence."

It wouldn't have been possible without Eren."

"You've always been handsome, senpai."

"Well, aren't you sweet? Dude, who'd've thought you'd learn how to joke around with us?" Armin addressed his junior.

"I know, right? When I first met him, he was a stuttering mess, and he was so adorable back then too, but now he's all grown up, no?" You replied.

"You were 21 at the time, right?" Armin inquired.

"Yes."

"Sheesh, and now you're 30? Time flies."

You connected your arms with him, causing Eren to take a deep breath as his arm brushed over your boobs.

"Whether he's 30 or 40, he'll always be my baby brother, right Eren?"

Ugh.

You're treating him like a child again.

He couldn't truly object since he didn't want to offend you.

Despite the fact that you have bruised his feelings and ego, the last thing he wants to do is get on your bad side.

"Oh, Annie's calling. I must take this," Armin remarked as he looked at his phone, and you two waved at him as you went together to the convenience store to get some snacks and coffee.

Even though it's just two o'clock in the afternoon, you're pretty much done for the day since you've been filming since four o'clock in the morning.

Eren's sour mood was quickly replaced with glee as he got you all to himself during break time.

Everyone else was either filming a scene or had already left.

He got you coffee and snacks just as he promised.

You didn't bother returning to the studio because his scene isn't until seven o'clock at night, while all of your scenes are done.

It's just so much fun to hang out with everyone on set that you prefer to stay until everyone is finished, even if you don't have anything else to do.Every day has been like this for nearly ten years, and you know it will hurt like hell when the time comes to say goodbye.

Eren excused himself after your sweet little coffee date because it was his turn to shoot again, so he needed to dash to the set and get his make-up redone while you told him you were going to relax in the dressing room.

And just like that, time sped by as quickly as sound, and Eren was through filming.

He was wiping his perspiration as he headed back to the dressing room to change when he heard something that made him come to a halt.

It was you.

He's confident it's you he's hearing right now. Eren has you and all about you ingrained in his mind for crying out loud.

And when he peered in as quietly as he could, he noticed you on the floor, touching yourself.

What caused this?

He's not complaining; in fact, he's ecstatic that he got to see you in this state.

"You love that, don't you?"

"Y-Yes—ahhh, so good~"

Eren's brow furrowed as he detected a sound emanating from within the dressing room.

It was Armin and Annie, and they were obviously having a good time without realizing (or they did and didn't care) that they were riling up someone else.

Eren remained hidden and listened to the naughty noises that were coming out of your lips as you played with yourself, and when you somehow struck a special spot, your moan became a lot louder and needier, making his dick twitch from his pants.

Now comes the million-dollar question: does he approach you and assist you, or does he remain concealed and watch everything unfold?

He obviously wants to play the prince and help you reach nirvana, but a part of him is hesitant because what if you react differently?

But, what if?

He gets to hear you sing his name like a sacred prayer while he fucks your brains out? This is also an excellent opportunity for him to prove to you that he is not the little boy you met nine years ago.

His hand was already squeezing his throbbing cock through his pants as he argued with himself in his head.

"Ahh—"

Eren became more aroused when he heard you whimper out loud again.

He's a good distance away from you, but he can tell you're soaked by the way you stroke your cunt—he can hear the sloshing noises perfectly from where he's standing.

As if that wasn't enough to persuade him, he took another look at you, and there you were, literally grinding the floor for some type of friction, but it clearly wasn't enough, causing you to whine in frustration.

He swears he witnessed tears welling up in your eyes as you crave sweet release.

"Look how well you're taking my cock. Do you want to cum, huh, cockslut?" Armin's words reverberated from within once again, followed by Annie's lustful cries as he fucks her on the couch.

The way he talked dirty to Annie made you even more wet and ravenous, and it was the final straw for Eren.

Only he has the right to evoke such reactions from you.

Only he can have his way with you, and anybody who tries to lay even the slightest brush on you will have to answer to him.

You are his and only his.

He took long strides towards you while you were still drowning in pleasure, and it was only when he crouched down in front of you that you awoke from your stupor and nearly screamed, but Eren was quick to cover your mouth with his hand.

"Shh, come on, let me help you."

Your fingers had ceased to move, but they remained deep inside your cunt.

Humiliation washed over you as Eren continued to gaze at you with those gleaming emerald eyes, but little did you know, your junior was absolutely delighted at the moment.

He then reached out his free hand and brushed your clit, causing you to twitch violently, "Ahh—"

Holy fuck.

Eren quickly inserted his finger between your lips to muffle your moans.He didn't do anything else after that except rub your sensitive nub while his finger remained still inside your mouth.

He wanted to see your next move first, and not even a minute later, you were inching forward, twirling your tongue around his fingers and staring at him with those big, dreamy doe eyes of yours. Eren watched you intently as you sucked his fingers. His cock was now fully aroused and pre-cum was seeping out of the pink tip thanks to the spectacle you were giving him.

When he drew his finger away, you gave out the cutest whine, and he nearly climaxed right there on the spot.

Yeah, that’s it.

Those eyes.

That adorable face.

That's the sight he's been visualizing in his imagination for years.

You look so fucking gorgeous that it’s driving him nuts.

It makes him want to ruin you.

Ah, fuck.

You didn't have time to respond since you heard shuffling from the dressing room; they were probably done by now and would be leaving, so Eren immediately took you in his arms and led you inside another empty dressing room.

"Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you?" he inquired, his voice gentle despite his mind being everything but.

Before going any further inside, he made certain to shut the door.

When you felt his boner against your throbbing cunt, you couldn't help but gasp; just from that, you could tell he was massive.

You expected him to seat you on the couch, but instead he placed you on the table, just in front of the massive vanity mirror.

Eren stood behind you, his broad chest pressing against your back, and his hands began to travel across your body, causing goosebumps on your flawless skin.

You can see how intensively he looks at you through the mirror with half-lidded eyes while he touches your curves, leaving you even more aroused.

"Eren—y—you don't have to." After many efforts, you finally found your words, and by this time, your junior was already planting kisses on your shoulders.

This is wrong.

So, so wrong.

For crying out loud, you're his senior, and yet, here you are letting him do the dirty work for you?

"I want to. I've always wanted to," he muttered against your skin, and you let out a gasp as he sank his teeth into your supple skin, leaving a mark all the while his hand dangled perilously close to your still covered cunt, and the heavier your breathing got as he moved towards it.

Despite your remarks, you didn't make a single move to push him away.

You wanted this too.

You want his big hands all over you too.

"You see, senpai, I'm not a little boy anymore," Eren said as he trailed kisses from your shoulders to your neck, all the way up to your jaw without passing on the opportunity to nibble on your skin. His voice was so enticing that you didn't even realize he had yanked your underwear off and sniffed sharply while holding the flimsy piece of clothing close to his face, practically inhaling your goodness.

The brazen act led you to moan aloud, and you even tossed your head back as you felt pleasure pool in your core.

Eren grinned wickedly as he saw your pussy make a mess on the table with your juices. He then began stroking your sensitive clit, making certain you heard the obscene sloshing noise that came with you being fondled.

"No little boy can make you feel like this, y/n-senpai, but if you want, I'm more than happy to prove it to you. We got all the time in the world," Eren purred into your ears again as he inserted his middle finger into your warm hole, making you jolt forward.

Your moans grew louder as he inserted another finger, then two, and finally three, and Eren was ecstatic.

He hasn't even shoved his dick into you yet, and you're already a fucking mess.

This is far superior to his wildest dreams.

"Let's see whether you can take my whole fist, senpai."

You obeyed, which is ironic given that you are the senior in the picture, but you are acting like an obedient lamb to him.

The notion of him penetrating you with his entire fist made your heart race, and Eren instantly sensed your uneasiness, so he kissed you repeatedly, saying, "Relax, senpai."

Eren had a suspicion you were the submissive type because he's quite excellent at reading people, but it came as such a nice surprise to him that you were fawningly subservient.

He remained still to allow you to adjust, and when he was certain it was safe to move again, he curled his fingers, causing you to let out a screamless moan while he groaned audibly as you began to tighten around his hand.

"Ah, so you like that, huh? I'm glad," he said in a chirpy manner, to which you reacted with another sexy moan while thrusting your hips forward, urging him to continue, which he gladly did.

"Y/N," he began, omitting the honorifics on purpose, and to be honest, he sounded so hot when he spoke your name like that, you liked it.

"Cmere," he whispered, tilting your head his way and capturing your lips for a passionate kiss.

His tongue nestled on your lower lip, coaxing you to let him in, which you did, and he spent no time playing with your tongue. He continued to fist fuck you as the kiss progressed.

You whimpered against his lips as the pleasure increased significantly due to Eren's unrelenting thrust, and it became even more intense when he began stroking your clit with his other hand.

The searing coil inside you was becoming too much to bear; it was about to burst at any moment.

"Just you wait until I shove my cock in your pussy. You will feel even better and fuller." he murmured as he sucked your tongue dry. "You'd enjoy that, right, Y/N? You would love to have my cock buried snuggly inside your pretty cunt, right?"

He backed away from the kiss for a second to let you respond, but he "accidentally" pinched your clit, prompting you to moan wantonly in ecstasy.

Eren smirked as you unraveled in front of him, his gaze fixed on the juice squirting from your pussy, despite the fact that his fist was still buried deep inside you.

"Whoops?" was all he said after that.

He let you relax for a few seconds, and then, as you were coming down from your high, he drew his hand away, making you quiver. He then showed you his cream coated hand, brought it up to his lips, and began sucking your nectar, making your cheeks burn scarlet.

"You want some too? Here."

He moved in front of you while you sucked his fingers; it's a shame he won't be able to see your reflection while he's screwing you, but there's always next time, right?

Eren extended his hand in front of you, and with what little energy you had left, you leaned forward, grasped his hand, guided it to your lips, and started licking it.

He finally moved his fingers away from your lips, and being the nice, caring senior that you are, you managed to lick his fingers clean, earning you a light slap on the cheek.

Eren towered over your little frame, and you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.

You'd never felt so tiny in your life, both physically and metaphorically.

"I feel you don't need these any longer," Eren murmured, tugging at your garments. You willingly lifted your arms, making it simpler for him to remove all your clothes, and as your perky boobs came into view, his eyes shone with delight.

They were perfect.

They were just how he had envisioned them in his head.

Your back arched as he fondled your supple breasts. The way he caressed them caused you to close your eyes due to the intense pleasure he was giving you.

"A-Ahh!" you gasped as his rough thumb grazed over your tender nipples. Soon after, he squeezed them, causing you to yelp, and heat started to pool in your core once again.

He then slid his hands down your sides, sending shivers down your spine.

And as his enormous hands fell on your hips, he squeezed them tightly, taking full advantage of the fact that you bruise easily.

It was his way of displaying his dominance.

Eren snatched your chin between his fingers and compelled you to look at him, and you shuddered visibly at the intensity of his gaze.

"Let's see whether you can still call me your baby brother once I'm done with you."

He gave you a sweet smile before removing his shirt, revealing his enticing abs and toned arms; your pupils dilated at the tantalizing sight.

He's right; he's not the young man you once knew.

And it's been that way for years. You've simply been too preoccupied to notice.

The more you stared at him, the more attractive he appeared.

You began to crave him at that very moment.

Just like him, you suddenly want to keep him all to yourself.

"Show me what you've got then," you urged him.

"Oh, I will." he exclaimed, his face bright with delight.

He eventually let go of your chin and dove down to capture your lips for another passionate kiss, and while he was lip-locking with you, he deftly shed the rest of his garments, releasing his aching cock from the confines of his pants.

"You're going to be a good girl and bounce on my cock, hm?" He murmured in between kisses,

You whined softly and wrapped your arms around him, your dainty fingers running over his long, brown hair.

When you originally recorded the first part of season four, he needed hair extensions since his natural hair was too short, but it has now grown so long that he no longer needs them. And, while you're on the subject, while you considered him to be rather dashing with clean-cut hair, he's incredibly stunning with long hair.

You drew him closer, his nipples brushing against yours, making both of you groan in ecstasy.

"Eren—I want you, please," you begged in your tiny voice.

"I knew it," he murmured as he deepened the kiss even more, making you moan even louder in pure bliss when he began toying with your boobs again.

"What?" you inquired.

"I had a suspicion you were a cockslut," he says as he drags you closer to him, and you quickly wrap your legs around him before he carries you to the sofa, nestling you nice and easy on his lap.

You stared at his shaft, and a gasp escaped from your lips as you realized how huge he was.

He was also somewhat veiny, and the tip was plastered with his pre-cum.

You hadn't even realized your mouth was agape until Eren squeezed your cheeks and brought you back to reality. When you glanced at him, he gave you a charming smile.

"Come and get it, y/n," he said as he reclined back on the sofa, placing his elbow on the cushion while stroking his dick directly in front of you.

"Ahh, Ohh—"

Despite the fact that he had fucked you with his fist earlier, you still found it difficult to adapt to him.

He was so massive and girthy that he made you feel like he was going to tear you apart.

"You’re so big—" you groaned as you clenched around him, causing him to moan.

Your tightness was driving him insane, and for the record, he's been holding himself for quite some time now, so he's become a little sensitive.

You began to bounce up and down after you had fully adjusted to him. The pleasure it gave you both propelled you to kingdom come.

Apparently, the sight of your blissed-out face and bouncing boobs was too much for him. He flung his head back, groaning aloud as you rode him.

You rested both of your hands on his shoulder, while he had a vice grip on your hips, as both of you drowned in ecstasy.

In all honesty, none of you will last much longer.

Eren generously took over when he sensed you were growing tired.

You yelped in both pain and pleasure as his grasp tightened even more as he attempted to lay you down on the sofa, and after you were perfectly positioned on the soft cushion, he began to ramp up the pace.

"You're such a good girl, taking my cock so well; you're so stunning with your mouth gaping and your eyes, fuck, y/n. You're so gorgeous being screwed like this."

"Mmn, yeahh, feels so, so good--ah, fuck!"

It felt like déjà vu.

The expression on your face was precisely the same as the one he got in his head while he was jerking last night.

Your eyes were out of focus and rolling back as he fucked you stupid. Your mouth was hanging slack, drool was trickling down your chin, and your boobs were bouncing wildly with each powerful thrust from him.

Except this was reality, and Eren had masterfully rendered you stupid.

At this time, you were just babbling nonsense, like a mash-up of "feel so amazing," "so large," and "so full."

It was a sight to behold since he'd never seen you so vulnerable before.

On and off camera, you were always well-mannered and composed.

It was one of the qualities he admired about you, and it was also one of the reasons he wanted to see you crack.

He wants to see his beloved senpai unravel at his own hands.

Eren dipped down to your lips, devouring your lips again in a hot kiss before leaning closer to your ears, "I'm close—where do you want me to—"

"Inside."

"You sure?" Eren said, his eyes wide.

"Yes," you gasped.

"Y/N—fuck—" Eren groaned out loud, his thrust getting sloppier by the minute as he chased after his sweet, sweet release.

And then, just like in his fantasy, you stared at him with misty eyes, your tongue darting out of your cum covered lips, and you needily moaned out his name, "Eren."

Hot seed began to spurt from his cock, painting your walls white.

Your back arched and your toes curled in response to the warmth, and a prolonged moan escaped your lips as you reached nirvana.

Eren held you close to him as he orgasmed, his hips bucking every now and then, making sure you got every last drop of his cum. He was so engrossed in the moment that his confession came out so nonchalantly.

To be honest, it took you a while to comprehend what he had just said, and Eren grew concerned when he didn't hear a response from you.

"Senpai—"

He drew back slightly to gaze at you, his eyes unsteady and his cheeks flushed red. You reached out to him and cradled one side of his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb, but he interrupted you just as you were about to say something.

He took your hand in his and kissed every knuckle with his lips.

"I appreciate you considering me as your younger brother in the industry, but I want to be more for you; Y/N, I love you. I always have, and no, this isn't some puppy love I developed overnight, nor am I urging you to accept my feelings. All I wanted is a fair shot, an opportunity for me to show you that I can also be a man for you, and if you still don't feel the same, I will politely retreat."

Five minutes ago, he was just fucking your brains out and calling you a cockslut, but now he's a blushing disaster after professing his love to you.

How adorable.

With what little energy you had left, you wrapped your arms around him and reeled him in towards you and landed a sweet kiss on his lips, which he gladly reciprocated, and before things escalated again, you pulled away.

You really don't mind, but it's getting late.

"Is that a yes? He asked, his voice so tiny and gentle in comparison to his towering stature.

"Mhm," you say, nodding.

Eren smiled graciously and kissed you on the lips again, adding,

"Thank you."

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Reverse AU with AOT Boys(Fictional Reader and Real Characters)

Erwin Smith x Reader, Levi Ackerman x Reader, Zeke Yeager x Reader, Eren Yeager x Reader, Reiner Braun x Reader, Bertholdt Hoover x Reader, and Colt Grice x Reader

Summary:

Word Count:1.1K

Warnings: EDITED as of 7/08/2021 to only contain slightly suggestive topics, otherwise fluff

A/N: Hello anon!! I hope this is what you had in mind😅 I only did 5 for each, just so I could get to everyone! Hope that's alright :) Enjoy! - Birch <3

Note: (Y/f)= Your fandom

Erwin Smith

~ This man is the ultimate simp. There is nothing about your character that he doesn’t know. He could probably recite every single word you’ve said in the manga and in your anime.

~ He loves your sass and personality, he thinks you are one of the greatest characters ever designed. Loves your backstory and baggage, it’s something he can relate to.

~ 100% reads fanfics of you. He likes to imagine soft scenes about waking up next to you and making you coffee.

~ Will slap a bitch if they insult your character. He is very protective over you, while his friends simp over your best friends figures.

~ He’s just a total nerd about everything that is you as a fictional character.

Levi Ackerman

~ Not quite the “Fanboy type”, but man is he knowledgeable on your character. He knows the small details of your story and plot, all of the choices you made with reasons behind each one.

~ He probably follows your voice actor on all of their socials, just to hear the voice that portrays you in your anime. Loves to hear other people try to talk like you on apps such as tiktok or youtube.

~ Doesn’t have a problem shipping you with your love interest, but when they mess up or break your heart, he wants to be the one to fix it. BUT HE CAN’T.

~ He will end up staying single because he would only ever want to be with one person, and that would be you. No one would be able to live up to you in his head, so he settles for being alone.

~ I feel like he would turn on your anime just to listen to your voice while he cleaned his kitchen or did laundry. Your voice grounds him and he doesn’t really understand why.

Zeke Yeager

~ He reads the mangas religiously. He likes the plot of your main story, and will go back and re-read just for the fun of seeing his favorite panels.

~ I can see him drawing or sketching fanart of you. He’s not a professional, but he will upload his better works to tumblr or pinterest. He tends to do line arts, as he doesn’t have to worry about coloring or clean lines.

~ He will argue with Eren on certain aspects of you or lines of dialogue you have said. “What do you mean you think she likes her best friend? She obviously is in love with the love interest!”

~ He totally writes fanfiction based on you and is a pretty big author. He’s known for his lengthier au fics.

~ LOVES to go to conventions with Pieck/Porco/Reiner. Drags them through all of the shops where your anime and manga are concerned. He’s so in love with your character and he can’t even deny it.

Eren Yeager

~ LOL the first thing that comes to mind for Eren is that he probably listens to audios of your voice with unholy thoughts

~ But for real he probably finds comfort in your voice talking. He lives for the soft inflections of your voice, whenever you are happy or sad. He keeps these thoughts and feelings to himself though.

~ Totally nerds out with Armin though. Deep into the lore of your story and side arcs, how you made your current allies and best friends. 

~ He reads dark content of you all the time and you can’t tell me otherwise. Get an f in the chat for any fluff, toss that shit out. He likes the angst and yandere/tsundere stuff on the dark side of the web.

~ Will repost and reblog fanart of your character, but let's be honest. He cannot draw for shit. But he loves to make gifs and aesthetic posts that match your vibe.

Reiner Braun

~ You are his comfort character, your voice and story soothe him whenever he is feeling stressed or overwhelmed by life.

~ I get this weird feeling that Reiner is really good at drawing?? Like is that just me?? He probably joins a discord server and shares his drawings of you on there. Everyone loves them and asks to make them their pfps or something.

~ You cannot tell me he doesn’t sing along to the intro of your anime. It’s god awful, totally flat and not in the correct key whatsoever. But he knows every word and that’s saying a lot. LOL.

~ Has to keep Gabby out of his room because he doesn’t want her to see all of the small gizmos and gadgets he has from your fandom. She one time broke his favorite bobblehead of you and he cried for a week straight.

~ He just enjoys everything about your character and what you stand for. You’ve always had a strong set of morals, so he really looks up to your character in that sense. Not to mention, YOU ARE GORGEOUS!

Bertholdt Hoover

~ He is totally the quiet fanboy!! His friends don’t really know that he’s into your anime that much. BUT HE SOOOO IS.

~ He likes to draw doodles of your face on the corner of whatever paper he’s writing on. He doesn’t think he’s that good until Reiner catches a glimpse and says, “Hey, isn’t that Y/n from (Y/f)?”

~ Conventions? Awe heck yeah. He loves to go to any and all conventions for your anime. He will dress up as your love interest, and HE FINDS A SOMEONE COSPLAYING AS YOU AND PRACTICALLY FALLS IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.

~ He really enjoys the fact that you aren't like every other main character in the other animes he watches. You are something special and he really appreciates how you treat others.

~ In the end, major simp. He wishes upon every shooting star that he could be in your world, and that he could see you in the flesh. Baby boy better keep on dreaming.

Colt Grice

~ He is the ultimate simp and you cannot tell me otherwise. Colt absolutely kisses the ground under your hypothetical feet and would skip in front of you tossing rose petals if he could.

~ Most definitely has all of your mangas in physical copies kept on a shelf. No one except for him is allowed to touch or read them, and he constantly has to kick Falco out of his room just in case.

~ I feel like he is more into the manga than the anime, as the anime always skips his favorite parts. Don’t get me wrong, he watches every episode the second they come out, but he prefers this physical paper copy of you in his hands. It makes him think you are more real. Such a sweetie.

~ He doesn’t have many friends to talk to about you, as he is constantly surrounded by Gabi, Falco and their crew. He probably runs a fan page on Instagram or Tiktok and that’s where he gets his fill of talking about you.

~ Lowkey is only interested in people who look like you IRL, so all of his partners somehow resemble you. Falco constantly teases him because he can’t tell apart Colt’s lovers cuz they all look the same. LOL.

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