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[ maybe if he tried rearranging them, or . . . searching for the mechs he dreamed about. one hour leads to another three and

where is eren? eren is having a crisis and never slept again

]

[ WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS EREN JAEGER ]

Okay, I'll see you soon.
Love you.

[Elliot will go back to sleep, since it is late man and Eren does have a key]

[Except then 5 hours later he wakes up to find that Eren is not in his room, or anywhere in this house. Cue panicked text]

Eren???
Where are you?? Are you okay??

[ oh boy he got a message and he’s been awake for approximately 36 hours IT’S NO BIG DEAL HE WASNT NODDING OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF NEGOTIATION. eren’s awake, he responds immediately but. ]

no less than 145k

[ he stops. reads the message again. god fuck perfect punctuation today. ]

wrong window
elliot i’m fine! i’m alright i just needed to do something before i left
what time is it?

[ his blinders are closed and he didn’t pay attention to his phone . . . nothing works when you don’t sleep. ]

It's 8AM Eren.

I'm coming over.
And stop whatever it is you're doing.

[you're in trouble.]

[

i got a bad feeling about this scoob ]

okau

[ he didn’t ever realize it was— god, he hasn’t walked the dogs, let alone fed them yet. his whole schedule was . . . fucked, and so was he! elliot has his key too, so, he’s free to come in. during the wait time, eren wraps up the last auction and closes the door to his room (it’s a war zone in there), feeds the dogs and makes enough breakfast for two: scrambled egg whites and turkey bacon, oatmeal, a bowl of cherries, bananas and milk on the side.

he looks like a zombie but his head hasn’t stopped for a second. it doesn’t let him. ]

[It won't take too long for Elliot to get there, he just needed to get dressed and grab a quick uber. Soon enough, Elliot's using his own key to unlock the door. He comes in, shutting the door behind him. He doesn't even notice the breakfast. Just that Eren looks well...]

Eren, jeez, you look like you've been attacked by wolves.

[ elliot is greeted by both kaiser and titan rushing to the door to give their surprise good morning, while eren just needed to start on at least a half banana to function. god, his immune system is compromised?? HE CAN FEEL THE CORTISOL RUSHING THROUGH HIS VEINS. ]

It was a kaiju, that . . . [ he dreamed about for five seconds before he jolted awake again, but once eren realizes what he’s talking about he just sort of. waves it off. please don’t listen to him. rubbing his face tiredly and keeping his head in his hands, he sort of moans in half frustration with a piece of banana poking the inside of his cheek. his sleep schedule is messed up!! his dog’s schedules are messed up!! he’s never done something so imprudent to his own health that it’s visibly bothering him!! ] I lost track of time.

Yeah...I can see that.

[Wasn't a Kaiju from that robot movie?? Jeez Eren... He acknowledges the dogs with quick pets and a "down" command at the overly excited Kaiser, then sighs and steps forward to start shepherding Eren to his bedroom, ]

Come on, you're going to bed.

Wait— Wait, I— [ mouth full. hold on. then, gently, eren’s got his arms on elliot to

try and shepherd him to the chair opposite of him ]

We should eat first, [ he finishes the banana and goes onto the eggs and turkey. elliot’s plates are ready too— a little messy and not at eren’s best, but good enough. ] I can’t screw that up, too.

[ please??? natural puppy eyes??? please he wants to stay healthy ruining his meal schedule will be the death of him. ]

[Oh my god the puppy eyes. Elliot looks so torn right now because he doesn't want to be mean, but Eren needs his rest.

Though he won't be able to sleep if he's hungry either...]

...F-Fine. 10 minutes.

[THATS ALL YOU GET]

[ he can eats this in ten minutes, that’s enough. he probably isn’t supposed to get any kisses for his no good very bad mistake, but as he eats, he does put his hand out, quietly asking for elliot’s hand. his fork shakes as he lifts it up to eat, eyes wide open and raccoon circles just under them. ]

. . . Sorry for waking you up at that hour.

[Elliot sits down in the chair next to him, not eating his own food. He doesn't have an appetite right now, he can eat after he's sure Eren's asleep. And there's some hesistation before he sighs and take that hand that's being asked for]

T-That's not the part I minded so much...I mean it wasn't great, but...

Waking up and not finding you where you said you'd be nearly gave me a heart attack.

[ augh christ, his chest hurts something bad at that and he feels like the shittiest last cookie in the cookie packet that’s all broken and no one wants the broken cookie!! he is the worst cookie. squeezing elliot’s hand, eren presses his temple (smacks his face) with the other as soon as he lets go of the fork. ]

I was going to leave something done so I wouldn’t keep freaking out at your place. It was supposed to take another hour at maximum, not— [ because he knows himself, but either way— he sighs, and shakes his head, disapproving of himself. ] not five, that I didn’t even see go by.

[Well here to add to that feeling is some sad puppy eyes. No, he's not willing to let him off the hook just yet. Better to encourage him not to do this again]

Yeah well, I was really worried. And I'm still worried, at least until I know you're getting sleep.

[ he doesn’t want to be let off the hook!!! he needs to be punished!!!

and this, finishes up his food, all of it. ]

I know, and you’re right. I’ll sleep. I’ll sleep right now. [ and they’ll talk about everything once he wakes up for lunch. if he sleeps now and wakes up at 12:30, that’s four hours of sleep. perfect to get a jumpstart and correct his sleeping when it’s the right time to actually sleep. giving elliot another squeeze of his hand, eren gives his fingers an apologetic kiss, ] Thanks for coming. [ before he gets up to rinse his plates and stick them in the dishwasher.

the only other thing he does is send a voice message to his mother, curt, brief and german: hi mom,, i’m not coming in today so someone else needs to fill my place, thanks, and that is the end of that.

he’s going to walk over to the big comfy couch and not his room. ]

[ Kinky.

He watches him go, a little relived to see Eren get into gear to go to sleep. Yes, he needs sleep. They can talk things out once he wakes up. When Eren kisses his fingers, he'll reach up go give him a quick kiss on the cheek. They're okay, they're okay. Just get some sleep]

Of course. I'll be here when you wake up too.

[Luckily he didn't have much planned for the day. He can hang around Eren's. But Eren not going to the couch catches him by surprise]

Er...why the couch?

[ and he’ll still be here when he wakes up!!! he is truly blessed. they could make lunch together! aka eren making lunch, but, they can try . . . grabbing a lightweight blanket, eren sits on the couch and stretches out— there’s still enough room for elliot to sit on either side if he wanted. ]

So I could sit by you. [ while he watches tv, or video games, or music!!! elliot knows all the things he could do, and there’re wireless headphones if he wants the volume up for him— but then eren pauses and comes out with the other half of the truth. ] And my room’s a mess.

[Oh Eren....that answer is cute, but he still worries about Eren getting enough sleep with him around. But if his room was a mess...hm, something must be up with it. Eren's room is almost never messy. ]

Alright.

[He moves to the end of the couch to sit on, near Eren's head. He'll reach over and brush some locks of hair out of his eyes]

But make sure to actually sleep, okay?

I’ll show you what . . . Cars . . .

[ was that all he had to say, or was there more? you’ll have to find out later because he’s so god damn tired, he’s fallen asleep mid sentance. no sleep spells needed, just elliot’s hand there was just fine, and eventually eren’s slowly inching into elliot’s leg enough to use it to hide behind the covers and a lovely, drowsily-made sleeping den. until lunch time!

oddly enough, he’s tremendously sound. no dreams for him and no dream intruders at this hour. ]

[He watches to see if Eren's actually sleeping, staying still for a good five minutes, with his hand lingering there. But he can see Eren's breath slow and the semblance of peace that crosses his boyfriend's face. He relaxes then, glad he doesn't have to break out the magic to make sure Eren sleeps. Because yes, he was planning on using it if he had to.

In the meantime, he'll get up and eat his own breakfast that Eren made, and then settle in with a video game while wearing headphones. He keeps sitting next to Eren as he plays, just wanting to stay near him. ]

[ he’d have wet dreams about his boyfriend being badass and putting him to sleep tho

but hours pass, and eren continues to keep still and quiet. he breathes easy and completely blacks out. the light clicks of the video game controller in elliot’s hands fall on deaf ears, and the dogs inch over to lay by them and watch the human play tv. kaiser is occasionally the one to get up at any fast moving objects and wonder where it went (behind tv? to the window??), while titan, a veteran, only sighs and stretches out in silence. he does give elliot a lot of puppy eyes and soft whines. he wants to walk . . .

once it’s noon, eren’s phone alarm rings to get up, buzzing on the table between the couch and tv screen. it’s one of those relaxation outdoor sound alarms. of course he’s going to sleep right through it today. ]

[In a way, this was a restful morning for Elliot as well. Normally he might feel compelled to be more productive, to practice music or magic or make some progress about something. He can't remember the last time he spent a morning just quietly playing video games. Having to be quiet and still forces him to actually relax. And by the time noon rolls around, he's made himself very comfortable near Eren.

When that alarm goes off...he eyes it for a moment. it's really tempting to ignore it, to let Eren sleep a little more since he seems so peaceful. But on the other hand, it might mess up his sleep schedule, and that'd only cause Eren to freak out more.

So, with some reluctance he'll put his game on pause and take off the headphones. Gently he'll brush Eren's hair again and give him a little nudge]

Eren....

[ a messy, half done bun of hair in need of re-tying and a lot of bangs falling off his forehead. it takes a few tries for eren to open his eyes into half lidded slits, being awoken so calmly— he usually jumped, but the tranquility of elliot looking down at him as he blinks and comes to, birds singing, pond water trickling . . . ah, of course. he has awoken to his disney princess.

if he had a dream, it was a good one. he vaguely remembers tossing clover up and down until she screamed (with fright, but it was all just good hearted play), and taking her home, and remembering his mother saying something beautiful about him.

of all the nightly horrors, this was a good dream, and it made him glance up with bed eyes, with a drooly lip, and a peaceful smile. his hand reaches up to cup elliot’s, using the blanket to wipe his mouth. four hours of rest, a good dream, and it invites a good mood. ]

I want to keep waking up to you.

[ IN A FEW YEARS HE CAN YEET ]

[ It was impossible not to smile back at an awakening like that. Eren looks so lovely when he has such a peaceful look on his face. He brings that hand up to give a gentle kiss on the back of his hand, peering down at him with warm green eyes. ]

Someday you will.

[he says it simply, but with the confidence that he was stating a fact. Both of them knew their future was with each other]

Sleep well?

what he actually did

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