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[!!!]

Are you challenging me to a pun-off?

[EREN WHAT ARE YOU DOING]

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[ SOMETHING HE’LL REGRET, and it took him literally minutes before he decided to voice the challenge to think of this one. he’s going to lose. ]

Look . . . I get if you think it’s too hard to Handel.

[ but he’s got spunk to try anyway. his boyfriend loves these. ]

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[Oh Eren. You at least will succeed at getting a smile on your boyfriend's face, as he's got one right now]

I don't think that. I just worry about you dealing with the re-percussions of losing so badly.

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[ oh christ he’s gonna die. ]

Then, I . . . Might . . . Cause some treble for you.

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Haha, don't be so brass, Eren. This is my forte.

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[ once the elevator rings, eren guides them out and juggles the keys, giving a quiet uhhh and ultimately using that to stall. eren, you cheater. ]

You don’t even . . . [ no, wait, that doesn't work. backpedal! ] Should’ve known I’d be up against a— maestro?

[ HE STILL IN ]

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[EREN YOU CHEATER. Elliot is giving him a Look. Dude. That shouldn't even count. He steps out of the elevator]

Hehe, what a sad note. I should've known you weren't on my scale. We can have the finale and end it now, unless you want to chime in another try?

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Christ—

[ elliot no, that’s like whipping out a bazooka against his desert eagle??? how is this even possible. eren just smiles, and smiles weakly the more he gets bombarded, and once the door’s open and they’re stepping inside (hello titan, hello), his mouth is doing that moving but nothing’s coming out. ]

I’m on a . . . Highway to hell.

[ HE’S CHUCKLING AND JUST HANGING HIS HEAD, HE’S OUT OF PUNS. HE’S ONLY GOT LYRICS 😭 ]

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[YOU BROUGHT A KNIFE TO A BAZOOKA FIGHT WHAT DID YOU EXPECT. Never mess with a musical genius that loves puns. Never.

he laughs]

Okay, now you're cheating. The Maestro line was bad enough, but song lyrics just fall flat.

Admit your decresendo into defeat, Jaeger.

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[ how could this happen to me, i’ve made my mistakes, got nowhere to run . . . ]

It wasn’t that bad— [ then after setting elliot’s bag on the couch and puffing his cheeks out with determined huffs of air . . . he finally holds his hands up. ] Okay. Okay, you win.

[ he’s vulnerable! ]

You can spare a guy that didn’t even know decresendos were a thing?

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[Aw yaaais, victory. Elliot does a little fist pump while grinning]

Heehee, decrescendos are when you go from loud to soft.

[though Eren's only volume is loud, so it's understandable he wouldn't know that. But while Eren's arms are up, he'll step in close to wrap his arms around his waist in an embrace. He rests his head on his shoulder as he looks up with him with a playful smile]

Sorry, can't spare you. Not when you're my prize.

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[ hey .......... . . . .

but forget about decrescendos, even if he gives an ahh of newfound understanding, only dropping his arms to elliot’s waist once he’s hooked his around them, taking enough steps back to lean against the couch’s arm rest. god that fist pump was cute. he looks so tormented for not being spared (no he loves it, look at his crooked smile, nose to nose) ]

I don’t think I want mercy, then. [ just no more pun bombarding ] What’s first?

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[ Yep, that is a look of a man being tormented. What a terrible fate. ]

Haha, that depends. When is the pizza getting here?

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[ he’s doomed, oh, the agony . . . ]

Few more minutes, maybe?

[ all eren needs to plot his victory, trying to pull elliot a little more into him and the lean back. it’s a trap. be smarter than his thighs. ]

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[Are you kidding, he may be a musical genius but he ain't a genius in other fields. He does not realize he's being tricked at all]

Few minutes? Hm, okay..let's see...

[He did not plan this out, so he has to think- leaving him wide open]

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[ and the fourth wall crowd goes wild as the jaws theme plays! elliot, no!! get out of the water!! it’s not safe!! eren just keeps eyes on him, innocently enough but smiling probably a little too sly the more he gets close to the nab— like a constricting snake going for the kill, he sits his weight back against the couch and picks his legs up, locking around elliot’s waist. aw, look, he’s being affectionate! eren’s thighs are good huggers.

until he pulls his arm up and hooks it around elliot’s head, falling backwards onto the couch with the most vanilla guillotine choke. there is no pulling or squeezing, safety first, but there is nuzzling and no way to get out of it. ]

Time’s up!

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[Elliot sees his doom the moment Eren picks his legs up and locks them around his waist. He knows this is not how you show affection, this is how--]

Oh no-

[But it's too late! Before he can react, there's an arm around his neck and he's falling down onto the couch. He lets out a squeak of surprise as he falls into the hold, which is thankfully not painful compared to how that one in the gif looks, holy crap]

H-Hey!

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[ this starts out fun— eren’s laughing and rocking his legs up, giving the smallest squeeze (this time, really of affection) as elliot’s trapped head is given ruffles with his own face. eren’s just a dang nuzzler, you’ve been bamboozled! no escape!

except there is a moment, a split second moment where eren stops; his muscles contract, he feels a rise of heat, and before his body can react further to what he sees— he nearly throws his arms and legs off of elliot. they cut loose and free him in a fairly startled way, if his expression and sudden cold sweat is anything to go by. he’s even panting a little.

that is not the kind of memory he wanted with his boyfriend in his arms. even if he didn’t do anything to hurt him— eren stil sits them both up to check him. ]

You’re okay?

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[One moment Elliot had been trying not to laugh about being getting nuzzled and held (can't give him the satisfaction), and then the next moment- well. He's suddenly cut loose, as if Eren had touched a hot stove. It leaves Elliot surprised, confused, and very concerned as he gets sat back up.]

I-I'm fine. What is it?

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[ his hand brushes some hair away from elliot’s face, extra gentle and a little shaken, but he forces an awkward sort of smile of reassurance. he doesn’t want to worry him too much, and with a sigh, he weighs his arms over elliot’s shoulders. ]

—Remembered something. [ at least he’s being honest, but. just!! brushing it off like nothing is the way to go?? honestly, he’s lucky he didn’t try and. snap his neck off for real. christ. ] Promise I won’t do it again, okay?

[ it’s a dangerous move, and one slip down the rabbit hole can have him relive it. dangerously. there’s a part of him that goes “aw!” because, these were fun, but. maybe not the guillotine. ]

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[Yeah please don't snap his neck off. His regeneration powers probably can't fix that.]

You mean from the hold...? [Yeah, he's still looking concerned here. He'll reach out to touch Eren's knee reassuringly] Are you okay?

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[ why does his reassurance never work (because they’re lies)! but eren wets his lips, wants to say something . . . then shakes his head, trying to flex his fingers to get that jitteriness off of him. ]

I’ll be fine. It was a . . . Live or die situation. [ at least he thinks so? why else would he want to rip a head off. ] So I was, [ he makes a small gesture of the choke again. ] trying to break him.

[ literally. ]

And I’m not doing any sort of thing like that with you again.

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[Because they're lies and Elliot knows Eren better than that. Elliot is quiet at the explanation, looking at him with worried and sad eyes. It's so worrying that the other Eren was in a situation like that, that Eren keeps getting memories like this. Some of Elliot's were worrying or downright scary, but Eren's always seemed so awful. And you know, hearing that these memories could've led to his neck getting broken is only a LITTLE worrying. How could it not be?

After a brief moment passes, Elliot will shift to get closer to Eren and wrap his own arms around Eren's neck, pulling him into a hug. To show that he's not afraid of Eren breaking him. Eren wouldn't, even with these memories.]

Then I'll hold you instead, okay?

[The chances of him getting a memory like that? Is pretty laughable. ]

I'm proud of you. You didn't let the memory get the better of you.

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[ elliot can probably feel the tension on eren’s shoulders once his arms hitch around his neck. it’s not long before eren’s throat seeks his shoulder, fitting the curve just under his chin and to his neck against him with a quiet sigh through nostrils. elliot is easily, and by a landslide, unbelievable. arms seek him out too, a little cautious if the hesitant, few second hover says anything, but they build up some guts to show reserved (but clearly obvious) gratitude. he wouldn’t blame him if he was worried, and maybe he didn’t have to be so honest—

but god is he just really glad to have elliot still here in his arms willingly. if he were anyone else, it’d probably scare them off by now. even with that prideful comment, eren isn’t sure he feels . . . proud of himself. ]

I made a promise.

[ and he’s keeping to it as long as he’s consciously aware of himself and his surroundings. ]

. . . I’m just glad that you’re still here. Anyone else would’ve freaked out.

[ because as strong as he was— the more he got these, the more his stomach flips with unease. only elliot would ever see eren tightening his embrace into a true hug, face to the crook of his neck and quietly thoughtful. ]

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[He can feel that tension, and he notices that hesistation. It doesn't surprise him. Eren's always been so critical of himself. And the mere notion he could accidentally hurt Elliot? With how protective he was of him, of course he was shaken up.]

Of course I'm still here. [That was never a question.] And I'm not afraid of you either. You're not gonna hurt me.