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  Category:
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  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Eren_Yeager, Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Minorities_-_Character
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      idiots_hall_in_love, Pillow_Fights, lots_of_"are_you_gay", "what._no._why
      would_you_think_that.", Eren_and_Levi_like_to_have_pillow_fights_in_their
      dressing_rooms, Eren_pretend_to_not_be_gay, so_does_levi, Director!Erwin,
      female_Hanji, yea_so_Levi_and_Eren_do_this_scene_in_the_movie_and_they
      have_to_have_"sex", yee, theres_a_lot_of_awkward_boners, sexual_tension
      ensured, They_meet_TØP
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      Published: 2016-10-19 Updated: 2016-11-03 Chapters: 2/? Words: 7287
****** When The Camera Is Rolling, We Lie ******
by Soigne
Summary
     "Most people are better off staying ignorant to what is within the
     dark."
      
      
      
     Levi and Eren are two infamous actors filming a horror biased TV show
     together with a few of their fellow childhood friends and coworkers.
     They never expected for the TV series to blow up like it had, and
     after it did, they realized that they were in for more than what they
     had originally thought.
     Not only living the life of a famous actor difficult, but it's even
     harder when you have millions upon millions of fangirls insisting
     that you're in a relationship with your male counterpart. Let's just
     say, "Is EreRi real?" Is probably the biggest question that the media
     is currently asking.
***** What People Don't Know Can't Hurt Them *****
“How much is a one night stay?” Asked Annabell as she pulled her wallet from
the back pocket of her jeans. She had been stranded in the middle of the city
of Sina due to a missed flight, and now she needed a place to stay. Annabell
had originally planned to stay at one of the nicer Holliday Inns on the
outskirts of the city- but they were all unfortunately booked out for the time
being. But just as she had begun to lose all hope, she had spotted a large
Victorian style hotel with a flashing, neon ‘vacancies’ sign plastered on the
left side of the building. This was inevitably the place in which she would
have to stay for the night.
The woman on the other side of the hotel desk puckered her lips and then
balanced a thin cigarette upon them; taking a long drag before humming to
herself as if she was trying to answer her own questions in which had not been
spoken, “Ah, two hundred and fifty a night,” Smoke curled around her ravonette
head and enveloped the air around the duo.
The other girl furrowed her eyebrows together and looked down at the woman’s
sleek black dress that cascaded from her breasts and hips like a silky
waterfall, “But the prices online had said that it was only a hundred per-“
“The prices have gone up after our most recent renovation… I’m sure you would
probably forgive our current predicament,” Another drag from the thin
cigarette, “I’m sorry if these changes do not accommodate you, as you see, this
is a business- and there-fourth, we must obtain a steady income. You
understand, No?” The thin raven leaned forwards onto the desk and rested her
chin that was pulled taut with ivory-like skin onto her black gloved palm. “But
we are the only place with a room open on such a busy night… it would be a
shame if you had to sleep on the streets.”
Annabell shivered at the thought, “I’d rather not.”
“So I thought,” The female reached behind her back and grabbed a room key from
his hook that accompanied what seemed to be hundreds of others, “But I’m
feeling generous today, Annabell, so it’s on the house.” She placed the key
into the now outstretched palm of the guest. Her painted on red lips stretched
to reveal her pearly white teeth in a sickly sweet sneer.
“Enjoy your stay.”
Annabell turned to walk away from the woman but stopped as soon as her gaze
fell upon the elevator sitting parallel to her line of vision. Her breath
hitched in her throat.
 
I had never told her my name…
 
-
 
The first floor of the hotel consisted of the main sitting area; or what people
might call ‘The Lobby.’ The walls were colored a dark red that stood out
against the brass staircases that winded upwards on right angles all of the way
to the very top floor. Around the lobby there were elegant chairs scattered
about in a surprisingly perfected order; they were all a dark burgundy with oak
wood armrests and pawed legs, excluding the slightly discolored crimson couch
that stood out like a sore thumb.
The entryway was absolutely marvelous with the winding fixtures that connected
the wooden floorboards to the purest white light that shone down from the
chandeliers above the occupant’s heads. Marble pillars decorated the outside;
while brass designed to depict the vines that covered a forest’s floor were
what adorned the interior. And if that had not been enough, a rich violet
carpet led to the front desk, where the raven was still standing with a joint
balanced between her teeth. The room was undeniably symmetrical.
Annabell was still shaken from the confrontation with the woman who had given
her the key, but she tried to ignore it for the time being- It was all she
could do to try to not remember the way she had said her name without even
knowing it in the first hand.
Had I told her it as I entered the hotel? Annabell continued to ask herself
with a small frown curling her lips downwards. She was sure she had not done
so; the raven had no right to have known her name unless it was for the bill,
but how had she could’ve known it?
Annabell walked towards the elevator and pressed the slightly warren call
button on the right side. The doors immediately opened to her request and she
quickly stepped inside- lugging her tweed, black valise behind her with hasty
intentions. She wanted to put as much space as she could between the girl at
the front desk and herself as possible.
“You’re new.”
She had not been expecting a voice to come with the elevator, as she leaped in
fear following a boyish voice interrupting her endless thoughts polluting her
mind like a virus. It had come from what she assumed to be the bellboy, as he
was wearing a deep red uniform with golden clasps and shoulder tassels. He was
short for what she estimated for his age to be –he couldn’t have been older
than twenty- but that was the last thing that her beating heart had registered.
His hair was a brilliant blonde that shone under the amber-like light of the
elevator. It framed his face nearly perfectly and it gave him an innocent look
that showed no harmful intentions- that was, if you had completely ignored his
sunken flesh, inhumanly pale skin, and pale blue eyes that held no happiness or
life whatsoever.
“What floor?” His voice was almost as dull as his skin tone.
Annabell swallowed the lump in her throat as she decided to answer with a
quick, almost broken, “Nine.”
The bellboy pressed the nine on the control panel with a white-gloved hand and
then followed with the ‘close doors’ option. The metal exterior that had
numerous holes from its bar-like fashion was the first to close, and then the
one nearest to the two occupants of the lift. The last thing Annabell had
wanted to do, was to be in an enclosed area with the bony blonde, but she
didn’t want to come off as rude, so she choked down the vulgarities that wanted
to spew from her mouth like an untamable river and politely looked into the
other direction- acting as if she was examining her nails.
“Ignoring conversation, are we?” The blonde asked with a coy smile and petite
tilt of his head; hair cascading over his eyes in opaque wisps. Annabell’s
widened at the accusation and she shook her head quickly in an attempt to
convince the boy otherwise, but he had already made up his mind on the way she
had taken the statement.
“It’s quite alright, Miss. Even I wouldn’t want to have to speak to someone
like me.” He straightened himself out as the doors opened and his lips curled
upwards into a grin, “I hope you have a nice stay, Annabell. If you need any
ice or towels for your room, please, just ring the bell that is located on the
outside of your door.”
She tried to return the friendly smile as best as she could; but it more so
looked like an unsure quirk of her lips rather than what she was hoping for. As
Annabell exited the elevator and looked back to bid him good day, she
swore….with every ounce of her being… that she had seen a deep red incision
across his throat.
 
-
Annabell was hoping that she wouldn’t run into any other incidents on her way
to her room –number seventy-two- but she had been mistaken; as for the second
that she turned into another corridor, a brunette woman had been standing on
the outside of a door with a mass of dirtied sheets in her clasp. She was
wearing a traditional black and white maid uniform accompanying her dark hair
that was pulled upwards into an extremely taut ponytail. Annabell flinched at
the sight of the tight knot.
“Welcome to the Sina Hotel,” The girl spoke in a voice just as monotone as the
bellboy’s, “If you need anything I can be located anywhere in these halls.” As
to prove her statement, she lifted an arm and extended it towards the hallways
that were seemingly endless, “Just ring the bell if you ever need anything.”
She seemed to know exactly what the bellboy had explained previously.
A disgustingly sweet smile coated her face like the glaze of honey on a spoon,
the same one that the raven female had given her at the front desk.
Annabell could only nod at the girl’s statement before she pushed past her and
continued searching out her room. She already had a strange feeling about the
staff here at this particular hotel, but she wasn’t going to jump to
conclusions immediately without any proper evidence. For all she knew, they
could all be perfectly harmless, friendly people. Her father had always told
her that whilst she had been a young child, ”Don’t always think you need to
take every statement to heart, sweetie. Not everyone is who they seem to be
upon a first encounter.”She bit her lip at the memory as her eyes examined the
tan walls that were covered in a diamond-like pattern of a square turned 45
degrees. The hotel looked rather… old. If that’s what it could’ve been
described as. She could’ve sworn that one of the staff members had stated that
the hotel had undergone renovations, but Annabell could only think otherwise.
The building gave off a late 1800’s vibe rather than one that was modern.
“Are you lost?”
Annabell jumped once again and clutched at her chest with one hand as she
dropped the valise that had been in the other. How many times can people jump
out like that in one hotel visit?
The voice had come from a tall male upon this occasion. He was tall and lanky;
his shoulder bones protruded from the thin white button down he had been
dressed in and his legs were extremely scrawny and didn’t fill out his black
slacks. On any other day, or more so, any other stranger, Annabell would’ve
taken pity upon the male’s pathetic form… But her eyes couldn’t leave the boy’s
green irises that held something that could only be categorized as raw
insanity.
It was gut wrenching to observe.
“N-No,” Annabell quickly answered as she diverted her eyes from his burning
gaze, “I’m just trying to find my room-“
“Oh?” He glanced at the keys within her grasp that had ‘72’ printed on its
keychain boldly, “Room seventy-two, hm? Well, I’m sorry to tell you this,
Annabell, but that room was torn down years ago- as in, it doesn’t exist.” A
sickening grin made its way to his lips, and with a cross of his arms, he
tossed his head back into the directing in which she had come. “You’ll have to
go back to the front desk and ask for a replacement.”
Annabell thought he was joking.
“It’s true.”
He wasn’t joking.
“Oh… Okay…” She trailed off as the other’s eyes fell closed and his grin
widened, “So, do I just ask for another room?” She was answered with a small
nod. The lights above the two flickered once, twice, and then the hallway went
pitch black. Annabell yelped and clutched her hand to her chest in means of
protection. She had an unconditional fear of the dark, and being left with such
a strange character wasn’t helping it in any means.
Her breath lodged itself in her throat and she felt her legs begin to tremble
because of such notions of what was in the dark, besides the strange male that
was dead-silent from before her. Annabell quickly backed away from where she
was standing and felt behind her for the wall that never seemed to reach her
finger tips. Where had it gone? When she was speaking with the brunette her
back had been facing a wall, and now it was just a dark abyss of infinity.
“Silly you, the wall isn’t there anymore,” The voice had arose from before her
in some faraway place- as it echoed to extreme measures instead of traveling
straight towards her. She whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut at the
terrifying thought of anything staring at her from somewhere in the dark.
“Maybe you should pay more attention to your surroundings,” This time, the
sound had been spoken directly into her ear, almost to the point where she
could feel the man’s icy breath trailing down her neck.
Annabell screamed and thrashed her arms to swat the mysterious figure away, but
instead of striking his head, she had been greeted with an empty handful of
air. This resulted in more screams leaving her lungs.
”Aw,” He sounded genuinely disappointed with her actions, “Is that how you’re
going to treat a friend, Annabell?”
“I’m not your fucking friend!” She spat angrily at the invisible force that
surrounded her, “And leave me alone! Turn the lights back on you sick fuck!”
There was a moment of silence before a small series of ‘tsk, tsk,’ filled her
ears. “No can do. You do have such a beautiful face; if only your crude words
held such dignity.” A symphony of heavy footfalls cut through the tense air
like a knife slicing a rubber band, “I wish could fix that… How would I do such
a thing anyways? Maybe I can sew your mouth shut… or perhaps I can cut out your
tongue to relieve your being of such vulgarities? That would be quite
enjoyable.” A laugh entered his sentence.
“What the fuck’s wrong with you?!”
The maniac laughter ceased and the voice picked up where it had left off, “Oh
Annabell, if only you knew, you sweet thing. As you see… I find enjoyment in
chopping up the different parts of a human’s body… think of it as a means of
entertainment. Some people watch movies, others knit; but for me, it’s hearing
them scream.”
His voice got closer to her ears and she spat out a wad of saliva in the
sound’s direction in hopes of keeping him away for the time being, “Go to
hell.”
“Been there, done that. It was quite lame. Cutting up people is much more
interactive.”
“You’re sick.”
“And you don’t think I know that?” The light’s quickly flickered on to reveal
his hunched over form nearly centimeters from Annabell’s nose before fading
away with the darkness once again; a Cheshire-like grin pulling his lips
upwards into a terrifying smile that reflected the pure insanity that the boy
harbored within himself, “I’ve known that since the day I murdered my family.
You know, most people wonder how many licks it takes to get to the center of a
tootsie pop, but what I was wondering, was how many layers of skin did I have
to peel away until their hearts stopped beating. Can you guess how many that
was?”
Annabell decided upon humoring him for the time being, that was, until she
could find a way to escape such a laboring predicament. His mental state was
obviously unstable, and she had no idea how he would take a sarcastic comment
or curse, so she quickly answered with, “Uh, I don’t know… three, perchance?”
He made an imitation of a buzzer going off and the lights flickered on again to
reveal his head tilting to the left ever so slightly, “Wrong. It’s twelve. I
was hoping that you’d get it right… no one ever gets it right.” He pouted like
a child and the lights went out once again to envelope the two in darkness.
There has been others… Annabell thought with a grimace.
“I wonder how many layers I’d have to peel off of you for you cease in begging
for me to stop,” He wondered aloud in a falsely innocent tone, “I’m guessing
ten. You look like a fighter.”
Annabell clenched her jaw and dug her nails into the palms of her hands to
prevent herself from doing anything stupid. The last thing she wanted to do was
to end up dead, skinless and thrown into the hotel’s dumpster out in the
alleyway before the night was over- all she had to do was buy herself time.
“What do you want?” Her voice sounded broken, alone, and afraid.
“Oh, me?” The male seemed taken back by the question, “I just want a good time.
Nothing more nothing less.”
“So, do you want money? I have four hundred dollars- or what about sex? If
you’d let me go I’d-“
There was a mimicking sound of a gag somewhere off into the distance as the
voice distanced itself from Annabell’s being. “Ug, I don’t want your money and
for the sake of me and everyone on this sin-ridden world, please keep your legs
closed. That’s disgusting- to even think of going near that -isn’t on my
agenda. I’m not into the riches of the human race; all I want is a body to kill
and dispose of.”
Every square inch and follicle of Annabell’s body was now screaming at her to
run away from the crazed boy, but she couldn’t bring herself to act upon such
an accord. What if he caught her? What if he actually got to do what he had
planned? She would surely be dead before she even made it to the elevator- and
if she did make it there, what about the bellboy? Annabell knew she couldn’t
trust the pale blue eyes and sunken, pale flesh that made up the teen, but she
knew she was running out of options. This place had to have staircase
somewhere, but the hallways were seemingly endless. Any ray of hope that she
had originally had was beginning to die away and fade. She knew that it was
going to be nearly impossible to escape this place.
“It’s not as much fun without you trying to escape…” The maniac muttered with
slight annoyance in his tone, “Usually they run…”
The lights shot on and the boy grinned deviously.
“Run.”
“What-?”
“I SAID RUN! If you want to survive tonight, I suggest you run, you bitch!”
Annabell didn’t have to be told twice.
She quickly spun on the heels of her shoes and took off down the dimly lit hall
in the way she had come. She remembered the way to get back to the elevator, as
she turned right after she had the encounter with the maid. Upon such a
realization, she turned left and was stunned to see no elevator in sight- but a
blank wall in its place.
Her head was spinning at the confusing state of her being, but she wasn’t going
to let it slow her down. She wanted to get out of this hell-hole alive- and not
in a body bag. She tried a few doors on her left, and then on her right, but
every single one was unmoving… It wasn’t like they were locked, if that had
been the case, the doors would’ve gave with every time she slammed her shoulder
into the wooden entryways. They acted like a wall: solid.
She turned around to run in the other direction- when she fell flat onto the
carpeted floor.
Erwin groaned from offset and ripped his headphones from his ears in an
aggravated fashion. “CUT!” He yelled as the workers around him scurried to
refresh Krista’s makeup- who had been the girl in the hallway.
Eren snickered and allowed a scowling woman to replenish the foundation on his
face that had just started to fade, “Nice fall, Krista. I would’ve believed
that it was just amazing acting.” The worker offered the actor a glass of water
but he politely declined before observing the form of Jean pop out from behind
one of the prop doors.
“What the hell’s going on out here, Jaeger?” He sneered at the other male as
another makeup artist rushed over to him much like they had done to Eren, “Did
you fuck up a scene again?”
A raven haired male walked out of another one of the doors- toweling his hair
like he had to do according to the script, “No one gave me the signal- when do
I have to walk out?”
“Why is Levi basically naked in this scene, Erwin?” Eren asked over his
shoulder with a quick glance to the blonde, “I don’t see the point in your
style of exhibitionism-“
“Your sarcasm is not wanted, Mr. Jaeger,” Erwin spoke as he rubbed his temples,
“and, it’s because more people will watch it if they see their favorite actors
ass.”
“I get stabbed in this scene, dipshit, even if the towel does fall, I doubt
anyone is going to be turned on by a metal stake being driven through my
heart,” a woman applied a hefty amount of pale makeup to the actor’s chiseled
jawline.
“You’d be surprised,” Hanji crossed her arms and leaned up against her husbands
–Erwin’s- director’s chair. Levi rolled his eyes in response and watched Jean
bicker with the makeup artist’s over excessive use of blush. The poor woman was
only doing her job.
Eren laughed and tipped his head back a bit, “So let me get this straight,
Erwin… You thought that it’d be a good idea for Levi –the main antagonist- to
walk out in a towel because of noise he heard; only for me to stab him through
the chest with a shank, and his towel falls? Wow, that’s sneaky. Those fangirls
will never see it coming.”
“Oh god,” Levi face palmed, “The memes… all of the memes…” He slapped the towel
over his shoulder.
Hanji cackled as Armin and Mikasa joined the rest of the crew from their
previous stations of the lower floors, “Ha! I can’t wait until I get to spam
you with them! I suggest you prepare-“
“There will be none of that in my show,” A woman with a thick British accent
interjected. Her name was- well, no one knew her first name except for Erwin,
everyone referred to her as, “Miss Smith.” She was a tall, straight-backed
woman who always wore Quaker gray with tweed pencil skirts. Miss Smith was
constantly bickering with the people around her about things as minuscule as
the color in which they decided to wear. After her husband had passed away back
in ’89, she had become an extremely wound taut woman; and everyone around her
felt the impact from the loss.
“Mom,” Erwin groaned as if he was an upset teen, “I told you this many times
before; This is not your movie. I’m the director, and I’m also the writer-“
Eren cleared his throat.
“Okay, I’m one of the writers… But that’s not important.” He shot the brunette
-who was now raising his hands in surrender towards the other’s angered state-
a glare, “What’s important is the fact that you’re trying to insert yourself
into my-“
“Our.”
“Shut up Levi- our television show. It’s releasing in two weeks, and we need
all of the filming time that we can get.”
Miss Smith hmphed and upturned her nose into the opposite direction, “Nudity is
something that shouldn’t be allowed on TV, son. I don’t care if it’s for those
types of reasons. Either way, it’s absolutely revolting.”
Jean snorted and crossed his arms whilst cocking out his hip, “Yeah right, say
that to all of the preteen girls that are going to nearly cream their pants at
the sight.” Eren laughed.
“Disgusting,” The woman growled as she straightened her gray suit top, “Erwin,
you should’ve hired better actors- well at least some that won’t say such
hideous things.” Hanji rolled her eyes and grabbed her husband’s shoulders as
he gave them a reassuring squeeze, “Let’s just get back to filming, alright?”
The blonde nodded and waved a hand to dismiss the many workers that were still
scurrying around to go off set, “Okay, today we got twenty minutes of film
down, and now we have four hundred and twenty-five to go until the first season
is finished.” He groaned at the thought and buried his face into the palms of
his hands, “We have two weeks… and tomorrow everyone has a day off for the
panel at comic con, understood?”
A groan erupted from the tired and overworked actors and actresses at his
statement.
“Yeah, yeah, enough of your bickering. We need five more minutes of film if you
want to reach our daily quota.” He slid the headphones back onto his head and
signaled for the camera men to take their positions. “Eren, I’m sure you know
your lines for this scene, right? The lights will flicker twice and then you’ll
say-“
“You should’ve tried harder, Annabell,” The man answered as he took his spot
back onto the set that was adorned with a green screen for the effects that
would later be used in the editing portion of the film, “Yes, I have it
memorized.”
Erwin laughed and raised a hand to gesture that the cameras would begin to roll
as he dropped the appendage, “Okay. Quiet on set…” Levi and Jean returned to
their posts behind the false doors.
The room grew dead silent and Eren prepared for both his line and the
flickering of the hotel’s light. He always got such a rush from acting; he
loved the way that he could manipulate himself to appear in different ways for
each and every character that he had to play. It was such a unique way to earn
a living, and he loved every second that the camera filmed.
“And….” Erwin dropped his hand and leaned forwards in his chair to get a better
view of the dimly lit prop hall before him.
 
“Action.”
***** What People Don't Know Can Always Come Back To Bite Them In The Sorrowful
End *****
Chapter Summary
     Eren and Levi have a tickling battle, a woman in the elevator thinks
     they were fucking, and the two idiots accidently kiss on stage in
     front of thousands of their fans.
      
      
     THE WALKING DEAD SPOILER
Chapter Notes
     SHORTER CHAPTER. Its only (roughly) about 3,900 words but I needed to
     update this fic. I've been working on an update for Mutterschelinien
     so that should be up soon within the next few days! Thank you for
     reading :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Eren,” Levi groaned as he sunk even lower into the crease of the couch, “Can
you get me the remote? It’s across the room.” His eyes didn’t leave the
computer screen before him whilst he spoke. The brunette –who was standing in
their shared kitchen not even ten feet away- popped his head out of the
entryway to shoot Levi a small, half-hearted glare. His face was smeared with
what appeared to be flour from the act of baking sugar cookies.
“What the hell,” He snorted, walking out with a bowl in his grasp filled with
what Levi assumed to be the cookie dough, “Are you really that lazy?” He cocked
out a hip as he continued to stir the contents with a wooden spoon, raising an
eyebrow skeptically in response to the small nod he received.
“Yes, now bring forth the remote. There’s a good cooking show that will be on
in a moment- and I don’t want to miss it.” He offered a small smile in hopes of
forcing Eren into doing what he wanted him too.
“I am literally a cooking show right now, though,” Eren replied with a grin
making its way to his face, “You could come watch me cook instead of watching
Gordon Ramsay bitch at people for not baking things to his standards.” He
continued stirring the bowl as he awaited an answer.
“But it’s Gordon Ramsay, you uncultured swine. I like how sassy he is.” Levi’s
eyes were still trained on the laptop before him. He curled and uncurled his
fists in a ‘grabby’ hand motion as he silently asked for the remote.
Eren eventually gave up, and with a roll of his eyes, he slapped the sleek
black remote into his childhood friend’s - and co-worker/roommate- hand.
“There. Sated?” Levi giggled and pried his eyes from the screen in order to
blow a sarcastic kiss in his roommate’s direction. The other only scoffed and
spun around on the heel of his foot. “Spoiled-rotten cunt.”
“Aw! You called me by my first name!” The shorter male slammed his laptop shut
and held the remote up and pointed in in the direction of the TV. “Do you
remember what channel number it’s on?” He straightened out the black glasses
balanced on his nose with a small sniff and pulled down the forearms of his
sweater due to the fact he was becoming chilled from the cold temperature of
the room, “I haven’t watched it since last season, so I wouldn’t know.”
His roommate set down the mixing bowl and approached Levi; plopping down next
to his companion with an over-dramatic sigh. “Just give me the remote; I can
search through the channels.”
“No way,” Levi pulled the remote towards his chest and cradled it as if it were
a small child, “Every time I give it to you, you change the channel to one of
your dumb cartoons and promptly hide it.” A scowl covered his face as Eren
attempted to snatch the electronic device from where it was hidden behind the
many layers of Levi’s sweaters.
“I won’t,” Eren whined as he tried to grab it again, “I’ll be faster at finding
it, I promise.” He made a cross over his heart and saluted towards his
roommate, “Scouts honor.”
Levi wasn’t falling for the brat’s cheeky grin. He had seen it every time Eren
had ever wanted anything, and he wasn’t going to fall for it this time around.
He had learned that the hard way when the two had just moved into an apartment
together after college. Let’s just say, Levi had lost the remote to many times
to count… along with many other things like food and Buffy The Vampire Slayer
DVDs.
Once Eren knew he wasn’t going to get the remote from Levi, he let out a small
chuckle and pretended to have his attention on the screen sat before them…
Before grabbing one of their throw pillows that had been on the couch and then
smacking it across his friend’s face; knocking his glasses onto the floor.
The other sat in silence for a few moments, mouth agape with wide eyes at the
notion of even thinking that Eren had the balls to pull such a risky stunt. He
slowly turned towards the other male, thinking of saying something similar to
“Game on,” or, “You just messed with the wrong bitch, twat,” but Eren beat him
to it by tackling him back onto the couch with the pillow in hand with fingers
ready for tickling.
“Don’t you dare!” Levi screeched as Eren’s hands came in contact with his
sides. He burst into a fit of laughter and attempted to snag a pillow for
defense, but he knew that’s what Eren wanted. If he removed his hands from the
remote, Eren would inevitably steal it and turn on one of his stupid cartoons
instead of his cooking show.
And he was having none of that.
“Stop! Haha! Oh my god, stop!” Levi squirmed in an attempt to slip out from
Eren’s grip- but it was impossible. He was trapped; doomed to be ticked until
he decided to give up. The raven’s face was split with a bright, vibrant smile
with his eyes wrinkled with laugh lines as the sound that Eren was the only one
obligated to hearing. His face was partially flushed from the act of laughing
so hard- but what he looked like was the last thing on his mind. He had to
watch his cooking show.
“Never!” Eren cackled with an evil laugh, “Surrender the remote now or I will
have no mercy!” He couldn’t stop himself from laughing along with Levi at their
current predicament. He enjoyed being the only one that had the ability to make
Levi laugh. Upon any other circumstances –Like Hanji sneaking up behind him and
'tazing' him during filming- Levi didn’t laugh upon being tickled. There were
profanities, punches thrown, or perhaps even a slap, but never laughter. Only
Eren had such an effect on him.
“Wait!” Levi suddenly yelled from between fits of laughter, “The- The panel is-
haha! Today! Oh my god! Eren stop! We’re so late!” The tickling paused.
“Eh, who cares if we’re late,” The brunette countered with a sly smile. He
attempted to continue tickling the raven, but Levi was quicker as he leaped up
from the couch the second he got a chance. He let the remote fall forgotten
onto the floor beneath his feet.
“No! Fuck! We aren’t ready for this!” He grabbed his glasses from the floor
(not having the time for contacts) and he grabbed Eren’s hand to drag him to
the door, “It started like three minutes ago! By the time we get there we’re
going to be nearly a half-hour-“
Eren rolled his eyes and allowed for Levi to drag him from the apartment and
towards the elevator, “Don’t worry about it, Levi. People forget about things.
Don’t stress.” He reached a hand upwards in an attempt to tame his friend’s
messed-up hair, but it was fruitless. His hair was still messed up, Eren had
flour and icing on his face, and they were both completely flushed.
Just as the two thought that the elevator’s doors were about to close, a
familiar looking woman from their floor dashed her way in. She was Miss
Johnson, a nice lady who lived a few doors down from the duo who owned way too
many dogs. It probably had something to do with her failed marriage.
“Hi, Miss Johnson,” The two boys greeted. They glanced at each other and
mouthed jinx in a childish fashion.
The woman glanced at the two momentarily before her eyes went wide and her face
flushed crimson. Miss Johnson quickly averted her gaze and muttered a similar
greeting; finding that her feet were much more interesting than engaging in
conversation. Levi and Eren didn’t happen to question her strange actions.
As the doors opened again, she quickly left the small box and only looked back
to embarrassingly squeak, “I’m sorry for… interrupting,” before dashing towards
the exit.
Levi’s face went red all of the way up to his ears and Eren’s went pale.
“She thought-?”
“Yep.”
 
-
 
When they finally arrived at the event center, they were promptly chewed out by
a very aggravated Miss Smith. The woman was obsessed with the thought that they
should always be in time for social engagements- saying something about the
kids these days not having enough respect for other’s time.
“People forget about things,” Levi explained blankly, wanting to get up to the
panel before all of their time was used up for conversing with fans, “Can we go
now? We have nearly thousands of fans that came to see us- and they better get
their money’s worth or I’m giving them refunds.”
Miss Smith glared at Levi, “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
 
-
 
As soon as the two actors walked out onto the stage, the crowd erupted into a
giant mass of screams and “Oh my god it’s them!” One person even held up a
laptop in Levi’s honor with his all-time favorite ship, Phan, plastered across
the brightly lit screen. He gave the girl who had been holding it a thumbs up
in response.
“Oh, and look who finally decided to show up,” Erwin said as he rose from his
chair; a fake smile that obviously held deep-seated anger crossed his face,
“Eren Jaeger and Levi Ackerman, everyone. Two of the main characters in the
television series: The Horrors of Sina.” He clapped along with the crowd and
ushered them to sit onto two seats next to each other that had wireless
microphones seated in them.
Once the applause and screaming died down, a young boy from the back stood up
and shouted, “Why were you two late?” with his hands cupped around his mouth
the amplify the sound.
Levi was going to lie and say that traffic was horrible- but Eren seemed all-
too-eager to answer with the truth rather than a made up lie.
“Well!” Eren said loudly, gaining Levi’s attention, “You see, my roommate has
an obsession with cooking shows-“ the crowd screamed- “And I’m not too fond of
them- even though I’m an amazing cook. Just ask Levi.”
Levi nodded when Eren was looking but shook his head soon after the brunette
turned away, making a face that could only be described as ‘pure cringe.’
“I wanted to watch my ‘dumb cartoons,’ as to what Levi calls them, and he
wanted to watch his stupid show with Gordon Ramsay.” Eren rolled his eyes, “So
to get the remote, I tickled him and he’s like, extremely ticklish, so if you
ever meet him out in public, you have my consent.”
“Don’t invite them,” Levi said with a scowl that was followed by a small smile.
The audience laughed.
“And I was cooking sugar cookies before we left, and- NO! I left the dough out!
It won’t be any good when we get home!” He stuck out his bottom lip and pouted
in Levi’s direction, “But I got flour and icing like all over my face, so when
Levi dragged me from the house we were both complete messes, and this woman
that lives near us just happens to be on the elevator as well.”
Levi buried his face into the palm of his hand as he lifted the microphone the
finish the other’s explanation, “And she took it upon herself to say, ‘sorry
for interrupting, before dashing to the front door.”
The entire crowd went wild and even a few began chanting ‘Ereri’ at the top of
their lungs.
 
This was going to be a very long day.
 
-
 
One thing that Eren and Levi have learned over the years is that their fans
will stop at nearly nothing to prove what they feel correct.
“Hey, Levi!” Someone yelled from the back of the crowd, “Did you hear about
Glenn dying on The Walking Dead?” Nearly everyone in the audience turned to
face him with angered faces. Some laughed, some screeched profanities, and
other’s burst into tears. Without any hesitation whatsoever, Levi leaned close
to the microphone with a stoic facial expression, replying with, “I refuse to
believe that,” before sitting back against his chair.
“But it’s true!”
“No it’s not.” Everyone laughed except for a few of the people that were
continuously sobbing uncontrollably. “It’s only true if I accept it, and I
haven’t come to terms with it yet.”
“I seriously just pulled up Wikipedia,” The boy held up his phone, which was on
the character’s profile, “And it says right here,” He pointed to the device,
“That Glenn is officially dead, along with Abraham.” A few people wailed upon
hearing the words spoken aloud.
Eren glared, “Don’t bring back those memories.”
“TRIGGERED!”
“Shut up, Levi. I wasn’t talking to you.”
“Excuse me as I have a domestic moment- EREN MICHAEL JAEGER YOU WILL NOT SPEAK
TO ME IN THAT TONE!” Levi’s words were rewarded with the sound of hundreds of
fangirls screaming.
Yeah, it was going to be a really fucking long day.
 
“Okay!” Erwin yelled as he stood up to walk to the other side of the stage. His
voice was a bit too loud to be considered comfortable in their current
predicament, “That was the ‘Ask The Audience’ segment of our Comic-Con panel!”
He smiled at the mass of people before him, “And now, it’s time for Truth and
Dare! To give us any suggestions, just go to Twitter and tweet,
#ErenAndLeviComicConPanel and leave any ideas you have!” The blonde sat back
down and proceeded to watch everyone in the audience whip out a phone from
their pockets and go to Twitter.
Sarcastically, Eren pulled out his phone and brushed away an imaginary mass of
hair over his shoulder; smacking gum (which he didn’t have) around in his
mouth. Levi smacked his hand and grabbed the phone away from the brunette,
“That wasn’t meant for you, you imbecile.”
Eren feigned hurt by throwing a hand over his heart and allowing his mouth to
fall open, “I’m offended, Levi. Not only did you take my phone, but you also
called me an imbecile.” He quickly reached over the microphone to grab the
iPhone from Levi’s grasp, but his friend dodged the hand and slid his chair
away before he could reach it.
“You cunt,” Eren said through laughter as he quickly leaped into action by
wrapping his arms around Levi to reach the electronic device. Everyone screamed
at the interaction and even a few took the liberty of snapping a couple of
photos. “Give me my phone back!”
Levi pressed the home button and snorted, “Can we just appreciate the fact that
Eren has Johnlock as his lock-screen?” He showed it to the crowd, “You are
literally fucking obsessed with this shit.”
“Says you!” Eren grabbed Levi’s phone from his back pocket and proceeded to
show it to the audience. Levi turned around in his chair and attempted to
snatch his phone back (completely forgetting about Eren’s, as he was more
worried about his friend finding anything on his phone) but Eren held it above
his head to anger his co-worker. His eyes narrowed into slits.
“It’s literally Phan,” more screams.
“Okay…!” Erwin interrupted by grabbing the phone from where it was held over
Eren’s hand and gave it back to Levi, “It’s time for Truth or Dare! Eren, do
the honors of opening the first tweet!”
The brunette held out his hand and Levi smacked the phone into his palm. It
took his nearly five seconds to input his password and access the Twitter app
before reading the first tweet.
“This one’s for Levi,” He read as he made eye contact with said male, “I dare
you to give your best impression of a fangirl meeting you guy’s for the first
time.”
Levi cleared his throat and squinted his eyes as he screeched out, “OH MY GOD
EREN AND LEVI MY OVARIES JUST BURST. AHHHHH!” He held his hands to his stomach
and mimicked an explosion with both his mouth and appendages. “MY BABIES-
next.”
Eren rolled his eyes and handed his phone over to Levi, awaiting the truth or
dare with secretly baited breath. It wasn’t certain if it was for one of them
or the other, but they agreed upon the task of taking turns when reading them.
“abigailandme requested, “KISS HIM ON THE CHEEK ASDFGHJKL DUNT WORRI FRENS DO
IT AL OF DA TIME.” He laughed, closed his eyes, and went to kiss Eren on the
cheek without hesitation. It wasn’t anything strange for them to do at this
point- in fact, It was a very popular request that they got whenever they
played Truth or dare.
Well, it just so happens that Eren thought that the dare was directed towards
his rather than Levi. So he too, closed his eyes and went to kiss Levi on the
cheek because he as well, thought that it was nothing more than a friendly
gesture since his fans almost constantly requested it. Surely it was nothing
too over-the-top?
Eren leaned forwards and pressed a quick peck to what he thought was Levi’s
cheek; as of what Levi thought he was doing.
Nothing shocked them more than when they pulled apart to open their eyes, and
realized that they had just kissed each other upon the mouth.
The room was completely silent.
“Uh…” Eren was the first to speak as he quickly turned away from the situation
at hand. Instantly, everyone in the audience screamed and fangirled immensely
by fanning themselves; turning their phones around to address what had just
happened. They obviously all knew that it had been an accident from how they
both reacted; but they could’ve cared less- EreRi kissed.
 
“ERERI IS CANNON!”
Chapter End Notes
     Some of these scenes will be (inspired) taken from many different
     panels of different fandoms, YouTubers, etcetera. You may find a few
     references every now and then
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