[ frank sinatra is still good! but, yes, he's certainly staring, latched onto watching and getting lost in them as easy as moths to lights. he hoped, he really hoped . . . he can have all the time in the world to look at them. he hoped he can get up every day and still look forward to seeing them. the small smile still pulls at the corner of his mouth, as awkward as he feels, and after a beat of even more silence— ]
. . . I missed them.
[ he feels complete. eren decides, the last thing he should be doing is acting stupid, so stupid that it risks making elliot drift away. worry would hang for as long as he felt a silly reason to . . . it's not gone, but tentatively, his hand lifts to meet with elliot's, even more gentle compared to his usual holds and letting fingers curl right over them. is it apologetic? cautious, worried? a hybrid. ]
I'd . . . [ he pauses— and swallows his words. he hesitates to say them, and before the pause stretches for too long, lodged in his throat, he changes course, if only temporarily. ] —Let's get inside.
[ finally, bringing them out of the elevator and to the privacy of his home. ]
[It still gives him butterflies in his stomach, watching Eren look at him in such a way. It's probably not too different from the looks he gives Eren, but it still feels so humbling. Eren cared for him so much, he can only hope to try to live up to what Eren sees in his eyes.
He feels that hand take his. It feels so gentle, even a little cautious. As if Eren is trying to apologize for something. Elliot responds by smiling and giving the hand a firmer, loving hold as they both head inside the apartment. It had been a bit of an awkward ride, but now they were here. The place Elliot considered home away from home.
Elliot should probably say his piece now. The piece he thought over the entire ride over. He stalls for a moment, waiting for Eren to close the door. He'll dig into his coat pocket and pull out his phone]
E-Eren, I came here because...I wanted to show you something...
[He'll open up a photo gallery on his phone, one that's labeled "Eren". He then holds out the phone for Eren.]
Here.
[The first picture in the album is open: it's an old photo. Older than this phone could possibly be. It's from that military camp they met at. They'd just ended some challenge that left them covered in mud. They're younger, Elliot's hair is shorter in an uncharacteristic military cut and look even more scrawny than he is now. But he's smiling and laughing at Eren, who just looks so happy to be there.
The rest of the pictures in the album follow the same vein: different photos of the two of them, or just Eren alone taken throughout the years they've known each other: the camp, the visits they'd take to each other's towns, the first few months together in Recolle...
In each and every one that Elliot is in, he's smiling, happy to be with Eren. ]
[ his very core feels like vibrating and doing flips at the response, even if he only dips his head and smiles near sheepishly when his eyes meet elliot's again. he was stupid in one word that turned an entire meeting awkward when it didn't have to be, and elliot didn't deserve jack shit of that. in eren's eyes, elliot was the one that still cared more than anyone, and the only one that really mattered to him for ages (and kept going). he's acting like a low key nervous wreck all over again, like a few months ago, all because it felt like he ran the risk of letting a wonderful thing slip through his fingers. was that it-?
titan will walk over to greet him as he always has, tail at a leisurely wag as he sniffs at his feet before walking back to his bed and kong— elliot was no longer a stranger here to receive any growls. quiet as a mouse. that being said though, eren locks the door, wiping his palms against his pants, and takes in a deep breath as he does, ready to turn and say what had been on his own mind.
but when eren turns, elliot was already speaking before he could, causing him to keep holding it. his heart jumps when the phone is held out, and looking between the other and the device, with lingering hesitation, he reaches for it— it says eren. he can already feel his throat tighten up, seeing the first photo and wanting to sit, motioning for the couch.
the first picture that they ever took, already happy and sticking together since day one. he gives a hushed hah, them all muddy, and happy— eren wouldn't let a single ill intended soul near elliot for as long as they had camp, and he didn't care what they had to say when it was all bullshit. ] You kept this—? [ it's less than an actual question and more being unexpectedly touched. he remembers this one. he remembers and it makes his smile come through with unexpected surprise, stirred with every swipe of his thumb. eren lingers more on the photos of them both, and, look how many there were of him. some awkward, but still marking a good time. there was even the last one from the orchestra when he did that salute. ] You kept all of them . . .
[He'll approach the couch with Eren, sitting down on the edge of the seat while his hands clasp together in his lap. He stays quiet for a bit while Eren looks through the photo album, watching his expression as he goes through the photos. ]
I-I saved them to a cloud, so I can download them anywhere and look at them anytime I want.
[And he did look at them, often. Anytime he was feeling down, the album would always help him feel a little better. He had other albums like this- for his brother, for his cousins, for his friends in NYC- even a growing one for his roommates. But it was fair to say this album got the most use. It was the one he turned to the most. ]
I- ... I don't know what the memories of the other life are supposed to mean, or what Rean meant to me back then. But- But I know these are my cherished memories in this life time.
And... [He'll lift his hand to touch Eren's cheek, to get him to look at him. There's a soft gentle smile on his lips, and a very warm expression in his eyes] You're the one I love.
[ eren’s eyes dart to the last picture and elliot, soon turning his attention to him completely when guided to, with a touch, blinking while lips undo back into a flatter line compared to the curves. elliot’s almost glowing with that smile, becoming a welcoming fire on a chilly day, warm enough that eren feels heated from the inside out— until he might as well melt completely.
he was stupid, stupid stupid stupid to have misinterpreted that from the start. elliot has to keep repeating himself, but . . . he doesnt to undo what he just heard, what made him light up, on fire, and make his heart feel like it was flying on its own. that didn’t feel like a confession between them. he knew it was true, he’s . . . always known and always felt it mutually, a strong bond in too many aspects to only be described as friendship. he was in deep and he wanted to be, the way he manages to smile so wide, so wide is what speaks for him first, lips parting to say something while his hands, both of them, reach up to cup nearly all of the sides of his neck until fingers curl to the back of it, his thumbs over the contours of his jawline and to the cheeks. ]
Me too. Elliot . . . [ he knows he knew that, too. ack, just look at him. he’s completely fallen. he wants to say so many things at once but nothing else really seems to convey it like right now. beautiful green eyes . . . ] I don’t care about anything else.
[ it’s decided and he’s reaffirming it for himself, a strong touch of truth it now, a lot more than what was once insecure. he shouldn’t be caring about other petty things. he doesn’t kiss him yet, but instead, simply pulls him forward to press their foreheads together. he remembers something, and gives a quiet hush of a chuckle through his teeth. ]
I can’t imagine one without you now. I really can’t. [ he’s not trying to be corny or romantic— maybe that’s what saves him, when it comes to the heart in what he means. it’s why he internally freaked out, why he worried, for as short of a time as it was. ] But that doesn’t justify worrying about it like that. Not when I know how you feel.
[It wasn't really a confession, not in Elliot's mind. It was more just vocalizing what they already both knew to be true. Ever since that first summer together, Elliot's been helplessly attached to Eren. It was a bond like no other.]
Heehee, my cool and dashing bodyguard, right?
[He's smiling widely at Eren's reaction, his own hand moving to rest on Eren's shoulder as they rest their foreheads together. He's not upset that Eren misinterpreted his words. It was a normal reaction. He could see himself feeling the same way if someone like that appeared in Eren's other life. Armin better watch out ]
I-It's okay, really. I probably would've gotten insecure too if I was in your shoes. It's normal ... maybe even good since it means you don't take me for granted.
[Not that he thinks Eren ever would, but still. There is a small bit of happiness found in having someone get jealous. Not too much, but a little. ]
I really don't mind coming over here to remind you how much I like you. A-And it did give me a good excuse to show you my eyes. So don't worry about it.
[ it was equally satisfying and flattering, that he’d go out of his way to simply remind him. it meant he had enough consideration and worry for him to still be around. cool and dashing bodyguard. the thing that made his heart skip the first time and he figured it’s just a compliment, and still, inwardly wanting for it to be something else. and here they were now. his ears never fail to go red.
blond hos and red scarves got nothing on elliot
eren gives a light laugh, it was true. that just came with the package of feelings of adoration, else you . . . probably don’t really like them. it was part of any relationship and even strengthened it. eren just hope he can keep that at a healthy level. protective as he was, he didn’t want to be that guy. ] You know— the minute you start feeling that, or if you feel like you’re caged— I’d want you to end things. [ because for someone who promotes freedom so much, the last thing he’d ever want in the world was to make the person he loved feel like he constantly had his wings clipped, or couldn’t do what he wanted in fear of what eren thought. that’d mean eren was gone.
with one arm slipping away from elliot’s face to pull his body closer to his, eren brushes some of his ginger hair away from his face to see those very green eyes. with security in his hold, and true assurance: ]
But I won’t let that happen as long as I’m around. And I don’t think you’ll need an excuse to show me anything either.
[ he’ll always want to see them, and softly, he plants a kiss to the corner of his lips. ]
[Oh Eren. He was always the serious type, or the one to worry the most about himself. Elliot appreciated the sentiment, but...he had a hard time seeing that happened. Eren caging him? Eren was the one to really go out of his way to kick his cage open- to remind Elliot why freedom was so important.]
Ehe, you're way too hard on yourself sometimes. [IRONIC considering what Eren is constantly chiding him for] I know you won't let that happen. B-But I guess you can do the same if I ever start caging you?
[I mean, fair is fair. But he'll smile at at that kiss on the corner of his lip. He'll lean forward to return the kiss, this time fully on Eren's lips- but still soft and gentle]
[ birds of a feather, indeed. eren just seems to smile at that, but— at least if they were aware of it, they wouldn’t ever let it get to that. dangerous would be ignoring possibilities, no matter how remote. fair was fair though, right? even if elliot . . . wouldn’t do that either.
but that was the whole point. eren’s answer is enough to be felt with the way he smiles against the kiss, holding it and returning. there was one thing missing, though; who knew taste would be making a difference. he parts his mouth a little to deepen, to at at least get the best of his other senses like his smell, from eren’s nose to his cheek, and touch, from his hands on him, one brushing through his hair in a gentle rake while the other encircles around to pull him sideways—and to his lips, of course. even with it gone, he’ll still make it a good kiss. ]
[Birds of a feather that'll flock together as long as possible. At least, that was Elliot's plan. In almost every scenario he thought up of his future, Eren was there. That's all there was to it.
A kiss without a sense of taste is...well, it's surprisingly weird. The kiss isn't bad per say, feeling the texture of Eren's lips, smelling Eren's scent, the feeling of those hands on him as he pulls him sideways - all of that felt good. But the lack of taste was still something getting used to.
Still, he'll go along with the kiss. He'll shift closer to bring himself as next to Eren as possible. His own arms will slide over Eren's shoulder and to around his neck, bringing him closer to the other.
When the kiss breaks for a moment, Elliot stays near. ]
Aha, the lack of taste will take some getting used to. I didn't think about if kisses would be affected.
[ you can skip over it and focus on the other aspects that still made it great! eren for one would keep kissing until he feels him ready to retreat. or, if it makes the senses feel any better, they can go straight to banging, a la elliot 👌🏻.
it’s certainly odd when you’ve started getting pretty damn comfortable with kissing in general, but eren would call it far from boring, and offers a lighter smile all the way, sinking into the sofa. be careful not to disappear either. ]
Yeah, well, [ oh, elliot. he has to stop what he’s saying to look at you. he doesn’t see a life without him anymore, especially a future. ] It’ll be back. It’s damn hard to get tired of kissing you, anyway.
[ um he was supposed to flatter you but made his own ears fire up instead. sheepish eren got sheepish. ]
As Eren sinks into the couch, Elliot will shift so he sinks in as well and is half leaning against Eren. It's funny to think just how comfortable and natural feeling this has gotten. Last summer, cuddling up with Eren like this probably would've been the death of his small nerdy heart.
But aw, it does flatter him, making him blush a little. He'll still notice the ears too]
[ and eren would start freaking out and questioning his friend zone much, much sooner, holy crap.
the truth that you don’t think of before actually voicing it in words can sometimes leave you in a tight spot— maybe it’s not the case, but eren’s lighthearted, embarrassed sort of grin flashes as he attempts to. maybe. hide his face a little into the curve of elliot’s neck. ]
You did, that was all you. I didn’t . . . Shit, hold on.
[ it made him think about kissing him forever and god that’s mildly embarrassing and sappy. he gives him a squeeze and tries to swallow the chuckle, but right at the instant he’s drunk in just wanting to lay there with him. ]
[ oh christ, look how shy he’s gotten— worry not, it’s the good kind of shy, still full of smiles and color to his cheeks that rival christmas red. eren ends up pulling his bottom lip into a half-bitten suckle as he glances into elliot’s eyes. him, cute. not sure if embarrassed or more embarrassed—
no, he knows the sentiment. ]
You’re the only one that can do that to me. [ the only one on this earth and beyond. eren then, with a flash of a grin, flips their positions, imitating one of his throwing moves in an act to surprise him and just have a laugh, take all this flattery off of him before he burns up; he’s the one over elliot now. you might not have to look down, but at least you can look up with no strains. ] I gotta make you pay for it—!
[ only with like, kisses, or smiles, he’ll take that currency. honestly he’s just paying back for the awkward earlier. smile more, he’ll be the happiest in the world. ]
[It does surprise him, but he responds with a laughing squeal as Eren throws him down, his back landing against the seat of the couch. While laying there, he's definitely smiling up at Eren. And there's the sign of blush across his cheeks]
Heehee, oh no. Will you take a thousand sweet kisses?
[ look at him all strong and dashing, showing off that upper body strength to just PICK HIM UP and SLAM HIM down gently. satisfied (but not nearly enough to stop), eren stays in a position between elliot’s legs, simulating another move at grappling that forces them into a “lock”. he’s got you trapped!! delighted with the laugh and the flush to elliot’s face to match his hair, eren kneels just over him in a half straddle, one arm resting above his head and exchanging the gaze with those happy aqua blue eyes that screamed just how crazy he was for him. him. thank god this couch is actually huge, or else they’d be falling off be now.
while eren is also completely canon blind to rent, there goes knowing where that actually comes from— except that felt too poetic not to be lyrics. ]
Is that a song?
[ you beautiful, beautiful music nerd, that’s cute 😭 ]
[The grappling move gets another laughing squeal out of him, as he squirms around to make a show of trying to get out of the lock. But he knocks that off after a moment to just look up and smile at him, his arm reaching up to run his fingers through his hair.]
Heehee, yeah. It's from Rent.
[Which of course he'll sing the verse:]
♫ Live in my house I’ll be your shelter Just pay me back With one thousand kisses Be my lover And I’ll cover you ♫
[The glowing and gently dropping feathers appear like before, but Elliot's not at all fazed by that. They're alone and he's a little caught up staring up at those blue eyes and smile]
[ chills! good chills from the hand in his grown out hair, dark brown locks much longer than it used to be compared to that previous military buzz cut. the melody coming from his voice instantly makes eren’s sparky grin melt into something soft, like butter in an oven. the glow and the fluttering of feathers around them makes him, and everything about that moment right there stunning, and beautiful.
how does he need to be reminded with that well beyond happy look he sees in elliot’s eyes, staring back at him as he watches like a starstruck fool? ]
That sounds just about right.
[ but he can’t quite hold back how his heart just tells him to take him, you just want to kiss the boy. he pours himself and his devotion in one passionate push forward, lips over lips, and both hand pulling his face to his own. he’s yours, elliot. he entrusts you with this untamed shounen heart of his. ]
[Having actual locks of hair to run his fingers through was something of a pleasure for Elliot. He liked the buzz cut before, thought Eren looked good with it, but he'd always been a fan of Eren's hair. Soft and the color of chocolate. It felt good running through his fingers.
Eren's reaction to his singing makes him a little giddy. Watching his face melt into that soft smile, those starstruck eyes that stared down at him. It was an incredible expression, and there are a bit of glee in knowing he was the one to cause it.
Next thing he knows, his face is being pulled up and he's locked in a passionate kiss. Even without taste, it's easy to tell the intensity Eren is putting into it. Long gone are the timid days of unsure kissing with Eren, it seems. Not that Elliot minds. He returns the kiss with ease, trying to match the level of passion that Eren is putting into it. His hand stays in Eren's hair, fingers wrapping into the curls. Meanwhile his other arm moves to rest on Eren's waist, trying his best to get at a good angle to kiss the other as long as possible.]
[ kisses with elliot are great. make outs with elliot are stellar, that’s one thing he’s learned during these few months with him and he’d never take it back, no matter how awkward and wobbly he was the first few times. ah, remember his first? he remembers chuckling and thinking wow i suck, even if it wasn’t that much of the case. still, elliot guides him, but now he’s taken the chance to hold the reins. it’d not just be silly, but something of a personal letdown if he were still that uncertain about starting it. if he knew what he wanted— it’s nice, to convey and be easily understood, especially when you’re seemingly doing it right.
and he loves it; how elliot kisses him back fires him up, to feel him respond with a matching answer the way a duet was. he parts his mouth more, coaxing elliot’s to do the same and following the tilt of his head to make it comfortable and lasting. from hands to his face, he handles with care, still gentle even with intensity; both arms slink around him, closer to his legs and hands slip under, between elliot and the cushion. he’s up to something, it seems, but he doesn’t break the kiss as he moves— he wants to be breathless, and he wants elliot to cause that.
until he hauls himself onto his feet, upright, and hey– are you on the cushions anymore? no, hun . . . he’s picked you up with ease (courting with eren part two: constant flexing). maybe he’s decided on a little something bolder, and hopes he enjoys it. eren knows he is. ]
[Elliot had been so focused on the kiss that he didn't notice Eren's plans at first. He was too focused on feeling as much as he could from the kiss without taste. When Eren coaxes him part his mouth more, it doesn't take much at all. He goes along with it eagerly.
It's only when he gets lifted up does he notice. He gives a little surprised squeak and breaks the kiss from surprise. He feels a little internal flail as the support of the cushions are now gone. His arms move quickly to wrap around Eren's neck, for support. He's not scared, just a little startled. He hasn't been carried bridal style since he was a little kid by family members, man.]
[ s t r o n g. like the rock. he won’t forget that, even if he wasn’t as puffy . . . eren’s grinning, yes he is, taking elliot for a little spin away from the couch and not looking where he’s going— too busy gazing, watching the surprised reaction with a widening smirk. from the bridal style hold, swinging once and around, one arm to his lower back while the other hooking his legs, eren begins to shift him to his front as he steps back for balance, to get a much better look of his face and hold him upright with no problems.
that is, if he wasn’t stepping back right into the couch at full speed, hitting it and falling backwards. ]
Uh—!
[ IMMEDIATE GRIPPING ALL OVER THE PLACE, PROTECT ELLIOT AT ALL COSTS ]
[Eren this is what you get for trying to show off. Elliot makes a "whoa" sound and clings to Eren as he falls back down. But when they both seemed unharmed and back on the couch? He relaxes some]
[ mission to completely envelop elliot the minute he felt that lack of balance was a success–! one arm is all around his back and gripping his shoulder while the other is . . . grappling onto one of elliot’s upper legs. with a breathy laugh, his holds finally relax, lifting his head up and looking down into his chest to make sure everything’s okay.
phew, it was. a good save. ]
N . . . Hah. [ thats a sheepish agreement, but ] Totally meant to do this, though.
[ IT WAS THE PLAN ALL ALONG except without the falling ]
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. . . I missed them.
[ he feels complete. eren decides, the last thing he should be doing is acting stupid, so stupid that it risks making elliot drift away. worry would hang for as long as he felt a silly reason to . . . it's not gone, but tentatively, his hand lifts to meet with elliot's, even more gentle compared to his usual holds and letting fingers curl right over them. is it apologetic? cautious, worried? a hybrid. ]
I'd . . . [ he pauses— and swallows his words. he hesitates to say them, and before the pause stretches for too long, lodged in his throat, he changes course, if only temporarily. ] —Let's get inside.
[ finally, bringing them out of the elevator and to the privacy of his home. ]
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He feels that hand take his. It feels so gentle, even a little cautious. As if Eren is trying to apologize for something. Elliot responds by smiling and giving the hand a firmer, loving hold as they both head inside the apartment. It had been a bit of an awkward ride, but now they were here. The place Elliot considered home away from home.
Elliot should probably say his piece now. The piece he thought over the entire ride over. He stalls for a moment, waiting for Eren to close the door. He'll dig into his coat pocket and pull out his phone]
E-Eren, I came here because...I wanted to show you something...
[He'll open up a photo gallery on his phone, one that's labeled "Eren". He then holds out the phone for Eren.]
Here.
[The first picture in the album is open: it's an old photo. Older than this phone could possibly be. It's from that military camp they met at. They'd just ended some challenge that left them covered in mud. They're younger, Elliot's hair is shorter in an uncharacteristic military cut and look even more scrawny than he is now. But he's smiling and laughing at Eren, who just looks so happy to be there.
The rest of the pictures in the album follow the same vein: different photos of the two of them, or just Eren alone taken throughout the years they've known each other: the camp, the visits they'd take to each other's towns, the first few months together in Recolle...
In each and every one that Elliot is in, he's smiling, happy to be with Eren. ]
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titan will walk over to greet him as he always has, tail at a leisurely wag as he sniffs at his feet before walking back to his bed and kong— elliot was no longer a stranger here to receive any growls. quiet as a mouse. that being said though, eren locks the door, wiping his palms against his pants, and takes in a deep breath as he does, ready to turn and say what had been on his own mind.
but when eren turns, elliot was already speaking before he could, causing him to keep holding it. his heart jumps when the phone is held out, and looking between the other and the device, with lingering hesitation, he reaches for it— it says eren. he can already feel his throat tighten up, seeing the first photo and wanting to sit, motioning for the couch.
the first picture that they ever took, already happy and sticking together since day one. he gives a hushed hah, them all muddy, and happy— eren wouldn't let a single ill intended soul near elliot for as long as they had camp, and he didn't care what they had to say when it was all bullshit. ] You kept this—? [ it's less than an actual question and more being unexpectedly touched. he remembers this one. he remembers and it makes his smile come through with unexpected surprise, stirred with every swipe of his thumb. eren lingers more on the photos of them both, and, look how many there were of him. some awkward, but still marking a good time. there was even the last one from the orchestra when he did that salute. ] You kept all of them . . .
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I-I saved them to a cloud, so I can download them anywhere and look at them anytime I want.
[And he did look at them, often. Anytime he was feeling down, the album would always help him feel a little better. He had other albums like this- for his brother, for his cousins, for his friends in NYC- even a growing one for his roommates. But it was fair to say this album got the most use. It was the one he turned to the most. ]
I- ... I don't know what the memories of the other life are supposed to mean, or what Rean meant to me back then. But- But I know these are my cherished memories in this life time.
And... [He'll lift his hand to touch Eren's cheek, to get him to look at him. There's a soft gentle smile on his lips, and a very warm expression in his eyes] You're the one I love.
O-Okay?
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he was stupid, stupid stupid stupid to have misinterpreted that from the start. elliot has to keep repeating himself, but . . . he doesnt to undo what he just heard, what made him light up, on fire, and make his heart feel like it was flying on its own. that didn’t feel like a confession between them. he knew it was true, he’s . . . always known and always felt it mutually, a strong bond in too many aspects to only be described as friendship. he was in deep and he wanted to be, the way he manages to smile so wide, so wide is what speaks for him first, lips parting to say something while his hands, both of them, reach up to cup nearly all of the sides of his neck until fingers curl to the back of it, his thumbs over the contours of his jawline and to the cheeks. ]
Me too. Elliot . . . [ he knows he knew that, too. ack, just look at him. he’s completely fallen. he wants to say so many things at once but nothing else really seems to convey it like right now. beautiful green eyes . . . ] I don’t care about anything else.
[ it’s decided and he’s reaffirming it for himself, a strong touch of truth it now, a lot more than what was once insecure. he shouldn’t be caring about other petty things. he doesn’t kiss him yet, but instead, simply pulls him forward to press their foreheads together. he remembers something, and gives a quiet hush of a chuckle through his teeth. ]
I can’t imagine one without you now. I really can’t. [ he’s not trying to be corny or romantic— maybe that’s what saves him, when it comes to the heart in what he means. it’s why he internally freaked out, why he worried, for as short of a time as it was. ] But that doesn’t justify worrying about it like that. Not when I know how you feel.
[ his thumb brushes across his cheek. ]
And I’ll protect that.
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Heehee, my cool and dashing bodyguard, right?
[He's smiling widely at Eren's reaction, his own hand moving to rest on Eren's shoulder as they rest their foreheads together. He's not upset that Eren misinterpreted his words. It was a normal reaction. He could see himself feeling the same way if someone like that appeared in Eren's other life.
Armin better watch out]I-It's okay, really. I probably would've gotten insecure too if I was in your shoes. It's normal ... maybe even good since it means you don't take me for granted.
[Not that he thinks Eren ever would, but still. There is a small bit of happiness found in having someone get jealous. Not too much, but a little. ]
I really don't mind coming over here to remind you how much I like you. A-And it did give me a good excuse to show you my eyes. So don't worry about it.
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[ it was equally satisfying and flattering, that he’d go out of his way to simply remind him. it meant he had enough consideration and worry for him to still be around. cool and dashing bodyguard. the thing that made his heart skip the first time and he figured it’s just a compliment, and still, inwardly wanting for it to be something else. and here they were now. his ears never fail to go red.
blond hos and red scarves got nothing on elliot
eren gives a light laugh, it was true. that just came with the package of feelings of adoration, else you . . . probably don’t really like them. it was part of any relationship and even strengthened it. eren just hope he can keep that at a healthy level. protective as he was, he didn’t want to be that guy. ] You know— the minute you start feeling that, or if you feel like you’re caged— I’d want you to end things. [ because for someone who promotes freedom so much, the last thing he’d ever want in the world was to make the person he loved feel like he constantly had his wings clipped, or couldn’t do what he wanted in fear of what eren thought. that’d mean eren was gone.
with one arm slipping away from elliot’s face to pull his body closer to his, eren brushes some of his ginger hair away from his face to see those very green eyes. with security in his hold, and true assurance: ]
But I won’t let that happen as long as I’m around. And I don’t think you’ll need an excuse to show me anything either.
[ he’ll always want to see them, and softly, he plants a kiss to the corner of his lips. ]
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Ehe, you're way too hard on yourself sometimes. [IRONIC considering what Eren is constantly chiding him for] I know you won't let that happen. B-But I guess you can do the same if I ever start caging you?
[I mean, fair is fair. But he'll smile at at that kiss on the corner of his lip. He'll lean forward to return the kiss, this time fully on Eren's lips- but still soft and gentle]
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but that was the whole point. eren’s answer is enough to be felt with the way he smiles against the kiss, holding it and returning. there was one thing missing, though; who knew taste would be making a difference. he parts his mouth a little to deepen, to at at least get the best of his other senses like his smell, from eren’s nose to his cheek, and touch, from his hands on him, one brushing through his hair in a gentle rake while the other encircles around to pull him sideways—and to his lips, of course. even with it gone, he’ll still make it a good kiss. ]
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A kiss without a sense of taste is...well, it's surprisingly weird. The kiss isn't bad per say, feeling the texture of Eren's lips, smelling Eren's scent, the feeling of those hands on him as he pulls him sideways - all of that felt good. But the lack of taste was still something getting used to.
Still, he'll go along with the kiss. He'll shift closer to bring himself as next to Eren as possible. His own arms will slide over Eren's shoulder and to around his neck, bringing him closer to the other.
When the kiss breaks for a moment, Elliot stays near. ]
Aha, the lack of taste will take some getting used to. I didn't think about if kisses would be affected.
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it’s certainly odd when you’ve started getting pretty damn comfortable with kissing in general, but eren would call it far from boring, and offers a lighter smile all the way, sinking into the sofa. be careful not to disappear either. ]
Yeah, well, [ oh, elliot. he has to stop what he’s saying to look at you. he doesn’t see a life without him anymore, especially a future. ] It’ll be back. It’s damn hard to get tired of kissing you, anyway.
[ um he was supposed to flatter you but made his own ears fire up instead. sheepish eren got sheepish. ]
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As Eren sinks into the couch, Elliot will shift so he sinks in as well and is half leaning against Eren. It's funny to think just how comfortable and natural feeling this has gotten. Last summer, cuddling up with Eren like this probably would've been the death of his small nerdy heart.
But aw, it does flatter him, making him blush a little. He'll still notice the ears too]
Hehe, aw. D-Did you just make yourself blush?
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the truth that you don’t think of before actually voicing it in words can sometimes leave you in a tight spot— maybe it’s not the case, but eren’s lighthearted, embarrassed sort of grin flashes as he attempts to. maybe. hide his face a little into the curve of elliot’s neck. ]
You did, that was all you. I didn’t . . . Shit, hold on.
[ it made him think about kissing him forever and god that’s mildly embarrassing and sappy. he gives him a squeeze and tries to swallow the chuckle, but right at the instant he’s drunk in just wanting to lay there with him. ]
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You're really cute when you're embarrassed.
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no, he knows the sentiment. ]
You’re the only one that can do that to me. [ the only one on this earth and beyond. eren then, with a flash of a grin, flips their positions, imitating one of his throwing moves in an act to surprise him and just have a laugh, take all this flattery off of him before he burns up; he’s the one over elliot now. you might not have to look down, but at least you can look up with no strains. ] I gotta make you pay for it—!
[ only with like, kisses, or smiles, he’ll take that currency. honestly he’s just paying back for the awkward earlier. smile more, he’ll be the happiest in the world. ]
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Heehee, oh no. Will you take a thousand sweet kisses?
[Leave it to him to make a musical reference whenever possible okay. ]
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while eren is also completely canon blind to rent, there goes knowing where that actually comes from— except that felt too poetic not to be lyrics. ]
Is that a song?
[ you beautiful, beautiful music nerd, that’s cute 😭 ]
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Heehee, yeah. It's from Rent.
[Which of course he'll sing the verse:]
♫ Live in my house
I’ll be your shelter
Just pay me back
With one thousand kisses
Be my lover
And I’ll cover you ♫
[The glowing and gently dropping feathers appear like before, but Elliot's not at all fazed by that. They're alone and he's a little caught up staring up at those blue eyes and smile]
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how does he need to be reminded with that well beyond happy look he sees in elliot’s eyes, staring back at him as he watches like a starstruck fool? ]
That sounds just about right.
[ but he can’t quite hold back how his heart just tells him to take him, you just want to kiss the boy. he pours himself and his devotion in one passionate push forward, lips over lips, and both hand pulling his face to his own. he’s yours, elliot. he entrusts you with this untamed shounen heart of his. ]
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Eren's reaction to his singing makes him a little giddy. Watching his face melt into that soft smile, those starstruck eyes that stared down at him. It was an incredible expression, and there are a bit of glee in knowing he was the one to cause it.
Next thing he knows, his face is being pulled up and he's locked in a passionate kiss. Even without taste, it's easy to tell the intensity Eren is putting into it. Long gone are the timid days of unsure kissing with Eren, it seems. Not that Elliot minds. He returns the kiss with ease, trying to match the level of passion that Eren is putting into it. His hand stays in Eren's hair, fingers wrapping into the curls. Meanwhile his other arm moves to rest on Eren's waist, trying his best to get at a good angle to kiss the other as long as possible.]
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and he loves it; how elliot kisses him back fires him up, to feel him respond with a matching answer the way a duet was. he parts his mouth more, coaxing elliot’s to do the same and following the tilt of his head to make it comfortable and lasting. from hands to his face, he handles with care, still gentle even with intensity; both arms slink around him, closer to his legs and hands slip under, between elliot and the cushion. he’s up to something, it seems, but he doesn’t break the kiss as he moves— he wants to be breathless, and he wants elliot to cause that.
until he hauls himself onto his feet, upright, and hey– are you on the cushions anymore? no, hun . . . he’s picked you up with ease (
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It's only when he gets lifted up does he notice. He gives a little surprised squeak and breaks the kiss from surprise. He feels a little internal flail as the support of the cushions are now gone. His arms move quickly to wrap around Eren's neck, for support. He's not scared, just a little startled. He hasn't been carried bridal style since he was a little kid by family members, man.]
S-Strong...!
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that is, if he wasn’t stepping back right into the couch at full speed, hitting it and falling backwards. ]
Uh—!
[ IMMEDIATE GRIPPING ALL OVER THE PLACE, PROTECT ELLIOT AT ALL COSTS ]
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Whew, haha...didn't mean to do that?
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phew, it was. a good save. ]
N . . . Hah. [ thats a sheepish agreement, but ] Totally meant to do this, though.
[ IT WAS THE PLAN ALL ALONG except without the falling ]
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