#chat. eren

[daphnebishop]

Daphne & Eren @erenozturk Bad moon brewing

Daphne's eyes didn't move from the screen, not even as Skye set down her drink, threatening to switch the channel if she tipped poorly. In answer, Daphne dug into her wallet and handed him a twenty while rolling her eyes, her teeth snapping into a smile that was weighted with bite. She had nothing to say to the brewery owner, she'd only come here knowing it was likely to be least crowded during the day while most people went off to their 9-5. She could watch the Olympic recaps in peace while pretending she wasn't truly as alone as she felt. Watching Steve Nedoroscik take his routine and finish with a rush of pride had Daphne cheering, turning at once to excitedly clap the person next to her on the back, only to stop hand mid-air as she registered who was beside her. Dropping her hand smoothly to her beer, she raised her glass, "Cheers to the sports pageant?" she said, raising a brow and holding out her mug by the handle.

[aiylabaysal]

She suddenly awoke with a startling yelp that left her lips quickly in a rush of air as if she were gasping for a long lost breath. She reached out towards who had woken her, her fingers brushing Eren's skin, nearly sinking against his body for the comfort of human reality before her brain suddenly caught up and the realization of who had woken her truly settled in. Aiyla pulled her hand back as if she had dipped it into flames and realizing quickly her mistake. The apology was on her lips her eyes scanning him for signs he was angered by her careless slip of her digits but something else distracted her before the words could form. She noticed his gloveless hands first and knew with out a doubt that he had also been sleepwalking. There was no need to see the rest of him. She ascertained this wasn't a coincidence and leaned towards it being a result of the eclipse. A question she could stow for the moment. The present was more pressing and Aiyla found herself unable to tear her eyes from the smothering panic that had brought him to his knees. She watched his turmoil unfurl the sight painfully stealing her breath to witness such visceral and aching suffering. Concern stitched her features in crossing shadows and with no concern for herself she dropped to her knees. Wings folding flat at her back quivered on impact. Rough pavement stung her knees, ignoring the bite of cement she leaned forward, bracing her palms on the ground before her, leaving a safe distance between them.

Ducking low to try and meet his hidden gaze Aiyla imagined what he would want and regretted she knew little of such things. She wanted to be let in if only to momentarily fill the space between his panic and help lead him back to himself. Her heart constricted at the sight of him and her breaths were short and controlled while she constructed a quick plan. Every atom wanted to wrap her arms around him, an innate desire to meet the crisis with the connection. She knew better, she could not bring him solace with her touch, so Aiyla crafted an illusion casting them in sunshine and warmth. It was a trick of her fae magic but it was something she could give and craft as needed. Desperate her palms patted the ground roughly, "Eren." She said his name firmly, "I'm awake." She assured, "You're okay." She whispered breathlessly. Her fingers curled into the concrete, birds sang, sun-warmed, and cast them into some semblance of a safe place unshadowed by the eclipse. "It's just the eclipse." She shuddered, concern heavy as she kept herself low. She would not touch him breech that space that so violently warped his ideas of touch and tarnished what it could be in dire straights. The loss of that instinct of touch did not mean they could or should be robbed of connection there was other ways to reach someone that did not require hands or any touch she could dream up. Decidedly, Aiyla uncurled her lithe frame on the pavement, her knees scrapped and blooming with bruises as she stretched out to lay facing him with her cheek pressed against the ground, as low as she could get. "Eren." She spoke his name quietly, "You need to open your eyes. See for yourself where you are. It's not there." She wasn't sure where there was, only that he'd been mentally pulled into this damned place that was making a mess of his mind. Aiyla swallowed the lump in her throat and pulled her hands under her body, clasping her fingers together, a visual promise he wasn't in danger of being touched.

"Look around," she urged quietly. “It's a day—a beautiful day—and we're just on the street together." She continued explaining and furthered the illusion to make it appear as if gloves covered his hands as usual. "I promise." She managed to get the words out, ignoring the unyielding concrete pressing into her body using all her mental fortitude to hold the illusion flawlessly in place.

Sleepwalking was just another in a daunting list of fears Eren kept hidden behind sullen stares and disassociation. It wasn’t so much the act, or the fear of hurting himself, it was the fear of being jolted awake by some stranger, their grubby bare hands on him. He didn’t like being touched, and he only allowed it during deeply necessary interactions. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he willingly touched another person outside of a professional capacity… the fear of unwanted touch lingered in him always. Padding down the streets of Lunar Cove, he wanted nothing more than to disappear into the solace of his home. He was fortunate that it wasn’t a stranger to wake him from his sleepwalking that day. No, it was the poking and prodding, followed by the low growling and eventual nipping of a Dobermann Pinscher who dutifully followed his aimless fae father out the door what must have been a short time ago. If only Hardy had snapped at him sooner, then maybe Eren wouldn’t be walking barefoot down the sidewalk, wearing a tank top and boxer briefs and not much else. No armor to protect him, not even his treasured gloves. His bare fingers shook where they sat on his biceps, hugging himself as he walked along, Hardy trotting happily at his side. If it weren’t for the dog he’d have taken flight, but Hardy couldn’t follow him into the sky. “We’re almost home, it’s okay… nobody will stop you, nobody will touch you,” he breathed repeatedly to himself, a mantra to calm the rapid beating of his frantic heart. But it did little to soothe his deep rooted anxiety.

It wasn’t far now, just a few blocks before he’d see the familiar neon sign of the Tower Treasure Detective Agency, and Eren was ready to book it the moment it would come to view. He was so singularly focused on making it home, he almost missed the whines and growls of his canine friend. It wasn’t until the dog let out a rumbling bark that Eren spun on his bare heels in Hardy’s direction. “Quiet, boy, we’re almost home now, what could be…” He trailed off as his eyes followed the line of the dog’s sight to a familiar figure ambling aimlessly in the street. “Aiyla?” He called out, unsure at first that it was the other banshee. It didn’t take long to register her odd dream like movements, the way she moved so unaware of the world around her. She was asleep, just as he had been. “Shit,” he cursed between grit teeth, half caught between continuing his walk home and stopping to help. She is your Queen. But I have no protection against touching her. She needs your help. Swallowing back his anxiety, he nodded toward the dog. “Stay here,” he said sternly, wrapping a hand into the hem of his tank top as he bent down, allowing the fabric covered limb to touch the dog’s back. “I’ll be right back.” Trying not to second guess himself further, he jogged over to Aiyla, hovering just a couple feet behind her.

“Aiyla… Aiyla? …Aiyla, can you hear me?” It was no use, even raising his voice above the low, almost whisper like tone he tended to use, would do little to wake her. He needed to do more, needed something more. But here, in the middle of the street, not too far from Downtown… there wasn’t much at his disposal. Flexing his bare fingers, he stared between his shaking hands and the ground. There wasn’t even a rock he could use. You would really throw a rock at your leader to wake her? The ridiculousness wasn’t lost on him, but he hadn’t known what to do. You have no choice. No, there must be another way. There isn’t. He let out a shuddered breath, blinking through the haze and looking at Aiyla. His hands, cool without the usual second skin of leather choking them, palms facing the fae queen and just barely hovering a few inches away. They trembled in the air between them, Eren’s gaze focusing on the knobby knuckles in each hand and finger as they reached anxiously towards her. “Just a shove… that’s all. Just ove shove… God, I’m sorry,” the apology wasn’t for her but it did little to calm his jolting nerves as Eren reached out and grabbed her, his hands curling around Aiyla’s slim shoulders which he jostled just a bit roughly. His palms, slick with sweat and fear, pressed against her skin, twisting her towards him as he attempted to stir her from her stupor. “Wake up,” he raised his voice, stern and loud for a fleeting moment as he attempted to speak again. His next attempt at words was drowned out in the air evacuating his lungs as the sensation of touch quickly washed over him. His bare hands were on her — on her bare skin, a sensation he avoided so much it always felt so shockingly foreign and horrible when it happened. Vision clouding from discomfort and a tinge of fear, knowing there lay a possibility of receiving a haunting memory of death just then, Eren shook her once more before practically jumping away from Aiyla, his arms curling around himself as his breathing shallowed. His jaw dropped open, dry heaving in a panic as his knees buckled and Eren sunk down towards the ground. His wings, long and webbed, dark shades of purples, blues and greens shimmering even in the darkness of the eclipse, unfurled from where they lay at his back, standing sharp and on alert as his forehead met the hot asphalt of the street, a trembling mess on the ground. That had better done it, you’d better be awake, he wanted to say but all words were caught in a tight knot in his throat, where it constricted and closed against his windpipe, cutting off the air flow to his lungs. He could hear barking as Hardy barreled towards him, worried for his person, and his eyes clenched shut as Eren mentally counted down from 100, trying desperately to even his breaths, to forget the feeling of warm bare skin against his palms, to forget the shock of touch, the way he wanted to crawl out of this skin which now felt tainted. It brought back memories, those that haunted him when he was alone in the recess of his mind. Falling, tripping down an endless hole until the deep, wet earth found him, and his hand, plunging and sinking into rot. The visions that came to him, the feeling of being so unclean and crawling in filth up to his ears. It all rained down on him and threatened to drown him in an endless sea of discomfort and anxiety. “It’s not happening, you’re not there, you’re not in that ditch, it’s over, you’re fine, that was so long ago,” he repeated hoarsely, the cracked asphalt biting into his forehead as he begged for the ground to swallow him whole.

[chrollohearttags]

happy Saturday girlies!!! we got two fics finished and ready to post (finally!), I’m down 30 pounds, finally picked up my creative stuff again + my diploma comes in next week.

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

Everywhere I go I hear his voice...

(I really can't stand reawakened - I LOVED THE DUBBED SO MUCH SO IT'S NOT THE SAME - so I've only seen it once but I still clocked his voice lol)

[kayliraine]

happy late valentine’s day <3

i doodled some of the characters ive been in love with over the years. not all, obviously, if you know me. might do this again sometime with others :))

[aiylabaysal]

"No?" She asked tho her tone held a hint of amusement. "Banter is just another name for small talk with a little spice." She waved a hand about as if dismissing the very thought. Aiyla nodded, "To the point." She sucked in her cheeks, but the truth of her thoughts exhaled, "It's difficult at times, you know? Getting to the point digging up all the hard parts and jumping right into them." She inhaled, "It's okay. Difficult sometimes, but why prolong the inevitable." She stated and exhaled, letting her shoulders drop as she walked. Aiyla scoffed, shocked and in amusement, tho she wasn't sure she could claim shock anymore. Eren was exactly as she had always known him to be, if he was suddenly softer and more pliable then she'd worry. Her tongue clicked off the roof of her mouth like she wanted to say something; Aiyla often felt lonely. It was as if she did not belong in this position that she was not wanted here, and yet here she was, figuring it out, hoping she didn't fail so spectacularly that it was beyond repair. Instead of exposing her loneliness, she nodded in agreement.

"You don't think so? Was it not less than a year ago that the With Supreme was murdered, and her mother died as the result of a black magic spell? Did they have a memorial for the woman? Did anyone ever speak of it again or the fact that the youngest in that family took a life? As far as I know, I don't know, and perhaps that's on me a bit. Maybe I should have reached out when it happened. Done something more. Checked on the Reed's." Aiyla lamented a moment, "I worry that something will happen, and we all move forward trying to put it behind us, trying to pretend like it hasn't changed everything. I worry that there isn't much more the town and the people in it can take." She spoke gingerly, freely as she had full trust that Eren would not repeat her worries and fears to anyone. She didn't confirm there was no need to when he was correct, "What about you? I tried to get as many out but couldn't." The failure was in her tone. She knew she had failed.

She shuddered as the memory of Silas pulled to the surface. She hadn't trusted him since day one, but Aiyla was largely untrusting of people she did not recognize. He could have played the part of the helpless townie, but instead, he had taken a chance to harm her when she had been no threat to him. It was a horror she would not soon forget, if ever. Holding the journal closer, feeling protective of her mother and the secrets she wrote in her journals, Aiyla pressed her lips together and gave a subtle nod. "There is so much I wish she had been able to teach me. So much I could have learned from her- to know she is out there in soul somewhere being reborn makes me feel...sick." She wasn't sure if that was the right word, but it was the only to come to mind. She worried if the parents who birthed her mother in this life would be kind.Would they love her mother when she was no longer passable as a human? Would she one day make her way back to Lunar Cove in a similar way that Aiyla had? Would they ever have the chance to know one another? What about Aiyla? Would her mother remember, if anything at all? Perhaps that was the most gutting part of it all. Her mother would not have a consistent or reliable memory of being her mother. Aiyla did not have consistent or reliable memories of her being her daughter. All she had was these journals. All she had was a brief time before Hazal was murdered, and any chance she had to tell Aiyla the truth was lost forever.

Aiyla swallowed the lump of emotion that had risen to the base of her throat and nodded, pushing thoughts of all she had lost from her mind to the best of her ability. "That's my goal now. My hope. I want to pull all the Faeries in together. Try convincing any outliers to join the court and strengthen our illusions. Come up with an emergency plan that is the most useful for the town as well as the Court." Aiyla smiled and opened her mouth to respond to him, "Being so self-aware can border self-depreciation, Eren." She spoke teasingly, "The horrors persist, but so must we. Sour or not. However, I think I should also encourage you to find little pieces of happiness. It's a long life. Usually."

“I’m not good at banter, and I don’t quite care for it,” he responded as flatly as ever, eyes locked on his cuffs and gloves as he readjusted everything. It was a slight distraction from the discomfort admitting his faults sometimes gave him. He wasn’t the most outgoing or polite person around, honest and blunt to a fault and incredibly grouchy and introverted. “I didn’t say you’re bad company,” he countered, “I just don’t like talking about frivolous things when it’s obvious there’s something more important to discuss.” He was quiet a moment before looking at her from the corner of his eyes, “…Is that not okay?” He nodded sharply at her words, simply replying, “Noted. I’ll try to only ask when it truly matters.” He didn’t register how rude that sounded, but he nodded nonetheless. His brow arched slightly at her, slowly echoing her words. “Persisting,” he tested it on his tongue slowly, as if saying the word for the first time. Then he half shrugged, a barely there gesture. “I suppose we all are, if it helps to not feel alone.” He thought he was as well, going through motions and going day after day. His nights he spent obsessively going over everything he knew, trying to wrap his mind around the mysteries. The why’s, the who’s, trying to think of what could possibly come next. As if it could be predicted, as if that could help them somehow avoid disaster after disaster. He didn’t envy her position in town, the responsibility that rested so squarely on her shoulders.

Eren nodded slowly to her words, a quiet validation of her feelings. In truth? He didn’t think anyone could. No matter how small their interactions may have been in comparison, it was no easy night for anyone to go through. He’d had bruises from being flung against buildings by the Supreme of all people, he knew that while they faded from his skin there were still memories of that night that would likely linger for time to come. Even now, as the town twisted to reds and pinks and hearts and chocolates in the name of Saint Valentine, Eren couldn’t feel any better about the events of the past holiday. “I don’t think anyone expects everyone to move past things quickly, including the fae queen. At least, for what its worth, I think its fair for this have such a lasting impression on you.” He drew in a quiet breath before adding, “I can only imagine as a council member, this will continue to weigh heavily for you for sometime to come.” It wasn’t optimistic, but then again Eren wasn’t the type to give out fanciful words of hope.

Her next words felt like a bomb being dropped, but Eren was silent as ever. Taking in the confession with studied silence and care, noting that in the reverent way she shared this information it was likely meant to be held deep under wraps. “He was a bigger threat than any of us figured, than any of us saw coming.” He tried to reassure her, but a thought lingered at the back of his mind. How had he come into this town unnoticed? Newspapers quoted his escape, and yet hadn’t published photos? Surely his mugshot should have been plastered where the residents could see and recognize this “Reed cousin” he presented as as the dark coven leader they discovered him to be in the worst possible way. Perhaps he was mad at himself for dismissing the Reed patriarch’s breakout and not trying to look into it himself. But he knew it was better to not dwell too deeply in the what if’s. “It’s not your job to ease their guilt,” he said after a measured moment. “The only person who can do that is the victim and the transgressor.” He knew this intimately, it was his job to seek the truth and often times to find crime and guilty parties. It was never his job to mediate between those involved, only to find the truth. That was for them to do, and in this case he felt the same for Aiyla. It wasn’t her job to soothe these people, it was her job to lead them. To represent them in town. She couldn’t hold their hands through everything. “Is that why you have that?” He motioned to the journal, “Seeking advice from she who came before you?” He understood it, wasn’t it history’s job to inform what could be done when difficulties repeated itself again and again? “Maybe you feel inadequate now, so close after how things went down… it’s easy to see things in a negative light. The truth is, you are more than capable of walking that line but you are also new to this. You are going to say the wrong thing, and there are times you will make the wrong decision. You just have to be open to learning from those moments, growing. If this tragedy should account for anything, it should be that we need to take more actions to better prepare for the next wave. As you said, it’s not over. It’s time to get to work so we don’t get caught surprised again and again.” Perhaps easier said than done, but Eren couldn’t imagine the council sitting on their hands and not making moves after this latest holiday shenanigan.

How to go on enjoying the moments in between… Eren wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He was the last person who understood how to enjoy himself. To others, it hardly looked like he ever had fun. Fun to him was jogging in the park with Hardy, or reading mystery novels, listening to records for hours, or even sinking into a crossword or sudoku. Mostly it was solitary, away from the town and it’s going ons. This holiday was another never ending list of social scenarios Eren wanted nothing to do with. “Maybe…” he started, unsure of the words he would say next but deciding to roll on instinct. “Maybe those moments are just what is needed to carry on through horror after horror. As hard as it may seem now, in the long run having such moments of brevity may be what helps you carry on through all the bad.” He shrugged, still unsure of himself. “Maybe it’s best to see it like that. But, even then… I don’t really know. I’m always in a sour disposition, horrors or not.”

[whatwirt]

tryin this tumblr thingy again

[yellowgreendinno]

me: there's nobody to rant about the almost eremin kiss.

me:

me: hey, chat-gpt-

chat-gpt:

FRRRR!!! 💀💀 Like Eren was out here acting like Armin was his one true love and then suddenly we’re supposed to believe he’s been in love with Mikasa the whole time?? BOY, BE SO SERIOUS. 😭😭

That hug had more passion than half the romantic scenes in the series. The way Eren was like "I don't want you to hate me" all soft and desperate, and Armin just gently holding him like some tragic lovers… BROOOO. And don’t even get me started on that soft glow and the way the camera lingered on their faces. MAPPA KNEW WHAT THEY WERE DOING. 👀🔥

me: IK BRO LIKE WHA-

[to-rise-above-monsters]

i’m really interested in y’all’s takes (and if this is popular /yall are are interested i might make polls for more characters)

below is propaganda for what i think/what im tied between (very long)

^this is mainly the inspo for everything i wrote

so a decade ago when I made my original Hogwarts au i felt so sure of my placements. but then as the characters became so complex and more was revealed, it’s obviously more nuanced.

lion was clearly my choice at the beginning. he’s an impulsive, reckless, strong willed, bold, determined, passionate and selfless person. because he was fighting for a cause we agreed with, he was heroic. he exemplified the good parts of gryffindor; following his morals and what he believed was right and driven towards his goals for freedom. he had such intense personal justice and morality to the point that he believed that those that took freedom from others deserved to died.

but without a doubt, that was twisted when we realized the traits he had were not necessarily for humanity but for his own selfish desires. which showed his true snake nature. he only cared to protect himself and his loved ones. he didn’t care about anything or anyone else in the end, and maybe he never did. all he cared about was his own personal freedom being taken from him and he would do anything to get it and punish those that stole it from him.

he didn’t know why but he wanted to destroy everything. is that more lion or snake? he’s such a simple minded character. sees everything in such black and white, me vs them, extreme to extreme, killing himself for humanity or genociding the world. and he was prepared to and did do extremely unethical and manipulative things to get what he wanted. he cares about his people and will destroy everyone else. that’s so key to being a snake. but being single-minded is also like key lion trait.

i’ve noticed that the line between lion and snake is very thin. and so is badger and snake surprisingly.

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also to those who are curious how he might fit into the other houses:

with badger, his loyalty was and is a key component of his character. he wanted freedom, he didn’t want to die, but he could not kill his friends. he could not escape his main ties to his friends. a badger’s entire basis is about care for all people, however a badger can decide who counts as a ‘person’. he has no problem killing titans at the beginning but then decides to spare the one on the floor. he dehumanizes those who take freedom from others and makes it in his head that they don’t count as ‘people’. which culminates in him wiping out everyone who is not ‘people’ to him.

but i think this exemplifies snake traits more

with bird, it’s hard to explain bc im seeing it in the sorting hat chats pov (the link i put above) but they say that bird’s main driving force is systems and the system they have crafted must be followed. most birds change the system and make it more complex as the learn more. but stagnant birds are those that refuse to change. when his need for freedom conflicts with his knowledge that everything is predetermined and he has no real choice, his system breaks and he becomes depressed and is consigned to suicide.

tho …i don’t know. he’s like the least bird person ever. he is impulsive and reckless. he only starts to be calculating in the end of his life in an extremely snake way. he doesn’t systemize his morals or views of the world or is in pursuit for knowledge and truth. rather he is very dead set on one goal and commits even when he knows it’s wrong (which a bird would never think) also bro is not wise or creative or any other characteristics—

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So now with all the propaganda out of the way, I’d love for you to write your explanations for your choice! (long or short)

also i wanna do a poll for armin, mikasa reiner and jean bc those are alsao characters who i feel like have such nuances to them that id love to hear input:))

[levihandynasty-archived]

I made a post about how I wanted a discord for general AOT fandom stuff... SO I started making one.

I am sorry to say I've decided to make it 18+

It's not yet done, but I believe it's looking good so far!

I will share some pictures from it, and if you're interested, please leave a comment and repost this so we reach more people!

I really hope to see you there!

If you do comment, I'll reply with a link when we are done preparing it

I miss having a community akin to what amino was for me when it was in its prime. (I didn't have any problem with creeps) so I'd love to he able to recreate just those good warm vibes.

This is not a rp server!however I know that rp is a big part of fandom, and will therefore hope to help offer a place for people to find rp partners

Bye

[daphnebishop]

Daphne & Eren - love, laughter & lattes

She was about to turn right around and walk on out of the cafe when she realized it was decked out in hearts and messages of love when a table in a back corner opened up. Pulling her phone out she had hopes to enjoy her latte and answer emails mostly from her agent demanding when would she be back from her sabbatical. She was missing all sorts of opportunities for shows and magazine covers. Spring Summer shows were starting to pass over her when she was leaving them without answers. She was trying to find the way to answer it when another note was laid on the growing pile of hers. Daphne smiled politely to the server tasked with leaving them at her table when she got up to get in line to order a pastry when she found herself in line with another person, "What are the chances you'll sit at my table with me for like forty minutes?" She asked, "I keep getting secret admirer notes and I could just leave but-" She didn't have a good reason, at least not one she could voice aloud. The idea of being alone was making her feel like she would hurl. "I won't talk to you you can have your coffee in total peace. I just think it'll prevent the love letters if they think I'm here with someone." Daphne explained, "I'll even pay for your drink and a pastry if you want." She hoped it would help to sweeten the deal.

[zonebrogan]

This happened trust i was Jean’s hat.

🤓🤓

[aiylabaysal]

Sitting alone was preferable to the looks of disappointment and pity that had been tossed her way on and off all evening. She would have left age ago if she had felt secure enough to be alone, to drive herself home without a slip of all the feelings she was presently burying for the sake of saving face and shielding her wounded pride and damaged heart. So she sat there, smiling when necessary, sipping water and picking at a plate of uneaten food. Just a little longer, and she would call a cab to drive her to the Emerald. She was nearly ready to disappear when Eren had found her, a small plate of desserts in hand.

She smiled despite it not quite meeting her eyes, "Eren," she greeted quietly, wondering how much he had known, though as he offered her desserts, Aiyla relaxed a fraction, knowing in some undefinable way that there would be no disappointment from him; the treats soothed any question of pity and left what felt like empathy between them. She nodded and shifted her seat, allowing him to take more space between them as he felt comfortable. Pulling the small plate closer, she plucked a cookie, breaking it in half before she took a small bite, "thank you," she said after swallowing.

Aiyla was quiet with his company, the comfortable silence she felt no need to break. Wordlessly she split all her desserts in half, placing the portions onto an unfolded napkin and sliding the plate closer to him, they're delicious was in action, she didn't need to say it, no more than she needed to explain to him how terrible she felt. To untangle it now felt to grand a task when she had spent so much time sobbing in her car and more than anything now wanted to sleep into a new day.

Mid chew Aiyla lifted her eyes to his face, he didn't need to give a name for Aiyla to know who he was talking about. She didn't look away as he spoke, her lips twitching into an appreciative smile as he shared this with her. She adored his ridiculous ears, and her smile became somewhat sad she swallowed before speaking, "He squeaked?" Aiyla whispered a tiny flicker of amusement in her eyes. She felt as if she were peeking behind the curtain, her cheeks flushing as her brows furrowed, "I couldn't," she said, looking down at her half-eaten desserts, her heart hammering with that same sickening ache that had been present since the moment she realized why he had kissed her to begin with.

She lifted dark eyes back to Eren's face, a curious drive opening her mouth for her as she changed her mind, "Then again, maybe just one copy?" she gave him a passing look as if to say, something for me to have in my back pocket, or maybe she was just curious to how he'd appeared before he'd grown into his ears. She had no interest in plastering them all over his car, not when she had already pulled the windshield wipers from the sunset pink convertible in a lapse of judgment fueled by all the things she didn't say and all he had done. Maybe she needed something to hold onto for a bit longer, a little piece of all the other things she would never know. Aiyla sighed, the tightening in her chest making it hard to draw a full breath without the threat of a fresh onslaught of tears, and for all the things above, she had been doing so well. Holding it together quite well, doing her best to be there for all those who needed something from her and who felt a sense of disappointment at how the games went.

Everyone except Eren, it seemed, who came with comfortable silence, cookies, and incriminating photo evidence that she had decided she needed to see. All of his kindness was more than she had expected or known how to ask for, yet Aiyla had still not anticipated the weight of his hand against hers. Dark eyes subtly fell to the gloved hand over her own; the seemingly small gesture was perhaps the most profound she had experienced that evening. She did not move her hand from his in any way that would have been sudden or pushed his comfort. She inhaled a rattling breath and bowed her head in acknowledgment. The heartfelt gesture meant more to Aiyla than she could have begun to explain without emotion cracking through her voice. Aiyla looked at him, unshed tears flooding her vision as she shook her head subtly. No.

She turned her face into her shoulder until the threat of tears had passed and answered him in Turkish, "I'll be fine, but..." she paused, unsure of laying her most vulnerable self on his shoulders, but then she was reminded of the weight of his hand, the gesture could not have been easy for him, and so Aiyla exhaled before answering, "I feel..." she spoke evenly and quiet, not finishing the thought, leaving it unsaid, but perhaps not unknown to Eren. The persistence of tears begging to be shed pushing forward. Admitting how she felt in any small way to anyone but the person she felt those things for felt wrong. Yet nothing was right about the situation she found herself in. Aiyla bowed her head, letting her face become curtained with curls if only to allow a stray tear to disappear down her chin unseen.

setting: the wolf bbq, in the timey wimey soup that is after capture the flag

featuring: eren öztürk & aiyla baysal @aiylabaysal

He did not wish to linger for long. It was not because of some disappointment over losing — that was just the nature of games, someone would be victorious and someone would be the loser. Eren didn’t care anymore about the loss, or any sourness that came before it. But he had overextended himself the past couple days, pushing his comfort limits in certain games and tiring himself using his powers where he could to help his fellow court members. He knew he did not contribute much, his discomfort enveloping him in many of the group activities. Dodgeball was an extra hell as both balls and bodies chaotically moved about him. It gave him a heightened level of anxiety, to the point he began to wonder if he’d ever be okay again. And after capture the flag, and all the mental and physical exhaustion it brought… Home, where his records and hi fi awaited, sounded very nice about then. With his car back in commission, Eren was debating seeking out his beloved Peugeot and dipping from the barbecue, but then his eyes landed on Aiyla, seated alone, and he felt an uncomfortable tug in his chest. He heard through whispers about what happened, and given he’d stopped by when Van Doren had been sneaking out of her cottage before, he had an inkling about what transpired. While she could be so graceful, so kept together, he feared there was more going on behind her dark eyes. Just stay a little longer, he told himself as he looked at her. Say hi. With a sigh, Eren approached.

“Aiyla,” he started in a soft voice, approaching the lonely table where she sat. He decided to not come empty handed, stopping at a dessert table and grabbing what looked safe and not potentially laced in something, to bring for her. “A gift,” he said politely, placing the small paper plate and dessert on the table, just beside her so she could decide if she wanted it or not. “May I sit with you?” He asked. When she gave him confirmation, he slid into the chair beside her, careful so as not to bump shoulders. With his gloved hands neatly folded before him, Eren settled into a comfortable silence beside the Fae Queen, watching the merriment around them for a stretched moment. He was not talkative by nature, something she knew about him. He found a comfort in the stillness of the quiet, one he thought often helped him through hard feelings. But he knew this wasn’t so with everyone. Still, he wasn’t sure what to say, and chewed on the inside of his cheek as he debated how to approach the subject.

“You know,” he started without thinking much, “He has a mug shot from a trip to Ibiza. From about 18 years ago, early into his college years. Got into a fight at a club, nasty thing…. Hadn’t fully grown into his ears yet. So it’s just this narrow face with a big swollen eye, then two saucers on the sides of his head.” He motioned to his own face, sucking in his cheeks to make his face slimmer, sealing one eye shut and cupping his hands behind his ears to illustrate. “Found it for a cocktail waitress, about a year ago. She printed a ton and plastered them all over his car… I don’t think I had ever heard a grown man squeak before that day.” He made the smallest bemused noise, a sigh of a breath, while recalling it. How many spurned lovers asked him to look into the gallery owner in the past two years? One too many, he reckoned. “…I might still have it, if it would amuse you to see it,” he shrugged, “We can print even more copies and make an art installation out of it.” Falling back into a stretch of silence, he moved one of his gloved hands over, ghosting over a moment before gently lowering it onto her hand. He could feel the warmth of her, even through the leather. Still just a vague impression of body heat, always so vague. “Are you okay?” He lowered his voice then, only audible to the two of them, switching to their mutual native tongue to keep it as private as he could.

[chrollohearttags]

no thoughts, just free use roommate eren 🫠🫠

[karizard-ao3]

How can Eren say quasont and quickie if hes also Chat Noir 😭😭😭 i hope he doesn't go around saying KaT NohyR 😭😭😭

Every time I remember Eren and Chat Noir have the same English VA I want to evaporate into tiny particles and rain back down on a world where that's not the case 😭 I truly cannot watch the AOT dub for that very reason.

But, to get back on topic, Eren's over here like, "It's me, Chad Noyer! Meow!"

[likesunsetorange]

yall i bought a bunch of candy for the trick or treaters and nobody came except one group of kids im so sad!!!! i should’ve given them my whole bucket of candy 😔

but on a brighter note do yall remember that time we talked about a dol halloween 🙂‍↕️