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i typically have my posting schedule on the masterlist but it got a little hectic this month due to finals. i try to post twice a month, on the second and fourth saturday; so that means another update this week! (and an extra chapter to make up for the confusion)
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seeingivy's tortured poets concert event! *ŕŠâŠâ§âË
thank you all for your love recently! in efforts to exercise my writing bones, i've opened up a little event to show my gratitude for this year <3
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so tempted to just do megumiâs lifestyle guide to get it out the way but it took me 3 hours just to do y/ns cause my computer is probably older than some of you guys and works at 1 frame per 5 seconds đ
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spoiler for the next chapter of SUAD in the playlist(most recently added song)
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just realized one the the photos were in the wrong order⌠lord
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Chapter three out now!
SHUT UP AND DRIVE: âTOKYO DRIFT EDITION .á
street racer!megumi x street racer!reader smau
Synopsis: rumor has it that Jujutsu racers Megumi Fushiguro and Y/n L/n have broken up, which is why they have been missing from the racing scene recently. [click to see more...]
you and megumi have been dating since high school. when your recent breakup hit the internet, it caused Jujutsu race fans to divide. But what happens when the final season is coming to a close and it's time to start picking racers to participate in the 24 hours of le mans? only two from each sector to go, and you and megumi are the best of your teams...
status: ongoing -> bi-monthly updates!
cws: modern au, aged up character, rivals to lovers, exes to lovers, suggestive content, drinking, clubbing, illegal racing, fighting (the girls get handsy), slight itafushi (I canât help myself), mentions of other shows/characters, rich parents, ooc, tba⌠check chapters for tag updates, do I know how street racing works? not at all! but my friends obsessed and google is free so who cares!
this is a mixed/blended smau, where most of it is writing and I add texts/tweets for in-between context
Format credits to the lovely @/chososcamgirl
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choose your character:
official playlist || y/n's lifestyle guide || megumi's lifestyle guide
introductions: pink pony club! || sassy man apocalypse
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I. gear up đŚ
II. ignition đŚ
III. blame it on the alcoholđŚ|| 3.5. drunk walk home
IV. so highschoolđŚ
V. tbaâŚ
SECOND LAP đŠ
VI. tbaâŚ
VII. tbaâŚ
VIII. tbaâŚ
IX. tbaâŚ
X. tbaâŚ
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SHUT UP AND DRIVE EXTRA CHAPTER THREE POINT FIVE: drunk walk home
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pit stop!
our girl is going through it
at least she has her girls... and panda, to help her through it!
they watched clueless, brats, sharpey's fabulous adventure(cause high school musical sucks), and half of the monster high movies that night
well, mainly shit talking while the movies played in the background but that still counts!
nobara and panda may have made a megumi voodoo doll...
maybe, maybe not!
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SHUT UP AND DRIVE CHAPTER THREE: blame it on the alcohol
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The bar is loud.Â
The music pulses through the club like a heartbeat, swallowing the buzz of conversation and clinking glasses of their way too tipsy patrons. Youâre on your secondâor was it third?âdrink, a hazy warmth spreading through your chest and cheeks. Nobara and Panda are still at the bar with you, their conversation blurring into background noise but the smiles on their faces are unmistakable.Â
Theyâre having fun.Â
Maki is off somewhere trying to cool down after threatening one too many guys who thought they could test their luck with her. But even in your slightly foggy state, you can tell sheâs enjoying herself. Something you wish you could do. It was your idea, to begin with, yet you seem to be the only one unable to let go and enjoy the night. The only one still stuck up on the pastâ stuck on him.
Memories cling to you like cigarette smoke, faint but impossible to shake. They seep into your thoughts without warning, thickly wrapping around you and suffocating you until you choke. His voice, his stupid smile, the way he used to look at you before everything went to hellâitâs all too vivid, too much for you to handle. Honestly, youâd blame the alcohol, but you know better to know it's more than that.
You down the rest of your drink in a desperate attempt to drown the thoughts. It burns against the back of your throat, but not enough to make it disappear. Nobaras gaze shifts over to you as you lightly slam the glass on the bar, using her elbow to nudge you back to the present. One look at her face and you can tell she's worried, her eyebrows furrowed, and her lips are tugged into a pout.
âYou good?â she asks, her words slightly slurred but full of concern.
You force a smile and nod. She doesnât look convinced, but before she can press further, your eyes catch movement near the entrance. And just like that, the air is sucked out of the room. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
The sight of a familiar figure walking in, your eyes follow him like a hawk, dread bubbling in the pit of your stomach as you realize who it is. You take another sip of your drink, but it doesnât drown out the irritation bubbling under the surface. âWhatâs he even doing here?â you mutter, more to yourself than anyone else.
Panda, suddenly interested in the conversation glances over his shoulder, following your gaze. âWho?â
You donât even need to answer before he spots himâMegumi. His dark hair is messier than usual, and his expression is unreadable as he surveys the crowd. Yuji walks beside him, grinning and chatting animatedly, with Toge and Yuta trailing close behind.
âRelax,â Nobara says, nudging your shoulder with her elbow. âHeâs not here for you.â
You scoff, swirling the remnants of your drink in the glass. âYeah, sure. Letâs see how long that lasts.â
You can feel the tension creeping into your muscles, and your grip on the glass tightens, the memories threatening to overwhelm you again. As if on cue, Megumi starts making his way toward the bar.
âGreat,â you mutter under your breath.
Before he can get close enough to say anything, someone steps into your peripheral vision.âa tall guy in a leather jacket, with tattoos peeking out from beneath his sleeves and spiky buns perched atop his head.
âChoso,â he introduces himself smoothly, his voice a stark contrast to the noise around you.
You give him your name in return, your tone clipped but curious. You look back at your friends to find them giving you a playful smile, a silent confirmation that its ok for you to talk to someone else. Nobara wraps her arm around Pands neck and drags him away to the dance floor to give you some more privacy. You give them a small wave before returning our focus back onto the man beside you.Â
Choso leans against the bar, his attention on you like youâre the only person in the room. âYou look like you could use a distraction,â he says smoothly, his voice low enough to cut through the noise.
You blink, momentarily caught off guard. âWhat makes you say that?â
He smirks, glancing at your empty glass. âJust a hunch.â
His confidence is almost enough to make you forget Megumiâs looming presence. Almost. But when you steal a glance in his direction, you realize Megumiâs stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene.
Choso notices, too. His smirk widens. âFriend of yours?â
âNot exactly,â you say, trying to keep your tone neutral.
âGood,â he says, âLooks like you could use another,â he says, nodding toward your empty glass.
You hesitate for a moment, gaze narrowing as you asses him but wave the bartender down. âWhy not?â You take a glance back at megumi but see that he's now long gone, you don't sit on it for long, but there's a nagging feeling in the back of your mind. A warning, perhaps. As the bartender pours another drink, Choso leans in slightly, his presence both grounding and electrifying. âYou look like youâve got something on your mind.â
Your lips curl into a dry smile. âYou could say that.â
His gaze flicks to the dance floor, then back to you. âLet me guessâguy trouble?â
Your laugh is humorless, but it feels good to let it out. âThat obvious?â
âCall it a lucky guess,âÂ
By the time your drinks are half-empty, the banter has shifted into something heavier. Thereâs a sharp edge to Chosoâs words when he mentions his reasons for being here, though he doesnât share much. You, in turn, share yours. His eyes never waver from yours, listening to your words without judgment, and it feels nice. Nice to not have to worry about someone taking your words the wrong wayâ not having to worry about being the image of perfection that the world has thrown onto you. His presence is magnetizing like he's pulling you in and you're so close to fallingâgiving in. But when his hand brushes against yours on the counter, you feel a momentary joltâyou pull back, blinking while shaking your head slightly.Â
âNot a good idea,â you murmur. You know better than anyone that you're not in the right state of mind to start something youâre sure you would regret.Â
He studies you for a moment, his expression softening. âStill stuck on someone, huh?â
You grimace but nod. âSomething like that.â
âThatâs fine,â he says, pulling out a gum wrapper and a pen. You glance at him, a little confused at the sudden shift, but when he hands you the wrapper, you see his number written inside.Â
âCall me if you ever get over it.â
You stare at the number, stunned, as he rises from the bar, offering a smirk before he walks away.
Youâre still processing when a familiar voice cuts through the haze. âHey! Who was that?â Nobara asks, sliding onto the stool next to you, cheeks flushed from dancing. Panda follows close behind, grinning ear to ear.
You quickly fold the wrapper and tuck it into your pocket. âNo one,â you reply, maybe too quickly.
âOh, really? âCause it sure didnât look like no one,â Panda teases, nudging your shoulder as he grabs a napkin to wipe his damp forehead. âThat guy had a whole vibe going.â
Before you can come up with a deflection, another voice joins in. âWhat guy?â Maki appears behind them, her arms crossed and a skeptical eyebrow raised. Her sharp gaze flicks from your face to the spot where Choso had been sitting moments ago.
âSome guy that was totally flirting with her,â Nobara blurts, leaning in with a mischievous grin. âHe gave her his number. Isnât that adorable.â
âIt wasnât like that,â you mumble, grabbing your drink to avoid meeting anyoneâs eyes.
Maki moves closer, her tone a little more serious. âDo you know him? Or was he just some random?â
âRelax, Maki,â Panda says, waving her off. âHe seemed harmless. Besides, Y/N can handle herself.â
Maki doesnât look entirely convinced, but she shrugs. âJust saying. Keep your guard up. The last thing you need is more drama.â
Nobara groans, throwing her head back. âUgh, Maki, can you not? We came here to have fun, not to play bodyguard.â
âFun doesnât mean letting your guard down,â Maki shoots back, but she softens when she looks at you. âYou good?â
âIâm fine,â you assure her, forcing a small smile. âPromise.â
She doesnt look entirely convinced but she doesnât push further. Nobara and Panda launch into a retelling of something that happened on the dance floor, their laughter loud and contagious. Maki listens quietly, staying close, and you canât help but glance toward the crowd, where Choso vanished. The gum wrapper burns like a heavy choice in your pocket, one youâre not sure what to do with yet.
Then, your gaze drifts past the dance floorâand you freeze. Across the room, on the opposite side of the club, is Megumi. Heâs lounging in a booth, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his sharp features lit intermittently by the flashing lights. Your stomach knots when his eyes meet yours.
For a moment, neither of you look away. Itâs like the crowd dissolves, leaving just the two of you locked in a silent battle. Then, he sneers. Rolls his eyes. And turns his head like youâre nothing worth his attention.
Your chest tightens, anger bubbling under your skin. Nobara catches the shift in your expression before you even fully realize it yourself. âDonât,â she warns, her tone sharp.
âDonât what?â you ask, voice pitched with mock innocence as you set your drink down a little too hard.
âWhatever youâre thinking of doing,â Maki adds, her eyes narrowing down at you.Â
But itâs too late. The alcohol has dulled your senses, and all you can think about is the smug look Megumi gave you from across the room. His sneer felt like a slap, dragging all the bitterness and unresolved anger that you oh so desperately tried to gulp down back to the surface. You slide off the barstool, ignoring Nobaraâs exasperated âSeriously?â
Your steps are unsteady as you weave through the crowd, the world tilting slightly around you. When you finally reach his booth, His groupâYuji, Toge, and Yutaâare deep in conversation, but Megumiâs attention is elsewhere, following your approach with a guarded glare.
When you finally reach him, the conversation at the table halts. His eyes lock onto yours, his expression hardening into something cold and unreadable.
âYou look lost,â he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he leans back in his seat.
âFunny,â you shoot back, your words slurring just slightly, âI was just thinking the same about you.â
His jaw tenses, but he doesnât respond.
âWhat do you want, Megumi?â you press, planting your hands on the edge of the table for balance.
âShouldnât I be asking you that?â he counters, his voice low, almost drowned by the heavy bassline. âYouâre the one standing here.â
Youâre about to snap back when his next words cut through the haze like a knife. âGet tired of your new boy toy already? You seemed real cozy chatting him up at the bar.â
The sharpness of his tone catches you off guard, but thereâs something underneath itâsomething that makes your chest tighten.
âWhy do you care?â you challenge, your voice cutting through the basting music.
âI donât,â he says, too quickly, the tightness in his jaw betraying him.
You scoff, your fingers curling against the edge of the table. âRight. Thatâs why youâve been glaring at me like I stole something from you all night.â
He doesnât answer, but his silence is enough to stoke the fire burning in your chest.
âAre you drunk?â he asks suddenly, his tone flat but his gaze sharp, scanning your expression like heâs looking for cracks.
You laugh, the sound sharp and bitter. âWhatâs it to you? Worried I might embarrass myself?â You take a step closer, and he mirrors it, the air between you charged and suffocating.
âEmbarrassing yourself isnât the issue,â he mutters, his voice low enough that only you can hear it. âI just donât want you causing a scene.â
âBet you know all about that, huh?â you snap, your words laced with venom.
His brows knit together, his expression hardening. âThe hell are you getting at?â
You bite the inside of your cheek, debating whether to let it go or let it out. The alcohol tips the scales. âYouâve got some nerve, acting like youâre above it all when you were the one who walked away. No explanation, no call, noânothing. And now, what? Youâre playing the concerned ex?â
His jaw tightens, and for a moment, you think he might actually explain himself. Instead, he leans in, his voice barely audible over the music. âYou think I owe you something? Youâve got no idea what youâre talking about.â
Your heart clenches, his words slicing deeper than you want to admit. âI guess not,â you say, stepping back, your voice trembling despite your best efforts. âBecause you never gave me the chance to understand.â
His jaw tightens. âYou think youâre better than me?â
âDonât have to think if I already know,â you snap, your voice rising.Â
The tension between you feels like a live wire, buzzing with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. The people at the booth are frozen, caught between intervening and letting it play out, but youâre too far gone to care.
âYou think youâre perfect, donât you?â he says, his voice dropping to a low growl. âAlways acting like youâve got it all figured out.â
âAnd you think running away from everything makes you better?â you fire back, stepping closer. âAt least I donât leave people wondering what they did wrong!â
His eyes flash, and for a moment, you think you mightâve hit a nerve. âYou donât know anything about why Iââ
âBecause you wonât tell me!â you yell, your voice breaking. âYou just leave, Megumi! You donât explain, you donât answer, you justâvanished. How do you think that made me feel huh? Leaving me wrecked like I was the problem.â A few heads turn in your direction as your voice rises ultimately they ignore whatever seems to be happening to focus on their own conversions.
He flinches, his stoic mask cracking for a split second before he schools his expression again. âYou think everythingâs about you, donât you? Youâre so obsessed with being perfect that you donât see anything else.â
The words sting, but they only fuel the fire in your chest. âAnd youâre so obsessed with pushing people away that you donât even know how to let someone care about you!â
Before you know it, youâre shoving himânot hard enough to hurt, but enough to make a point. The movement causes a ripple of murmurs from the nearby tables. He doesnât move, doesnât retaliate, just stands there with his jaw clenched and his fists balled at his sides.
âSay something!â you demand, your voice trembling. âYell at me, fight back, do something for once instead of just shutting me out!â
But he doesnât. He just stares at you, his silence louder than any argument. The tears youâve been holding back start to spill over, your chest heaving as the emotions crash over you like a tidal wave.
âDamn it, Megumi!â you cry, hitting his chest with your fists. âWhy couldnât you just talk to me? Why couldnât you just stay?â
He catches your wrists gently, his grip firm but not forceful. âY/N, stop,â he says, his voice quieter now, but still laced with tension. âIâm not going to fight you.â
âOf course youâre not,â you choke out, your voice thick with tears. âYou never fight for anythingâ
âAlright, enough,â Makiâs voice cuts through before Megumi can respond. She strides toward you, her expression unreadable. âLetâs go. Now.â
Nobara is right behind her, her tone softer but no less urgent. âCome on, Y/N. You donât need this.â
Panda steps up on your other side, his presence solid and steady. âLetâs get out of here. Youâre gonna feel better once weâre outside.â
âFine,â you mutter, your voice cracking as you let Maki guide you away. Nobara slips her arm around your waist for support, and Panda moves in front of you, clearing the way through the crowd.
The cool night air greets you, but it does little to soothe the whirlwind inside. Maki doesnât let go of your shoulder until youâre a block away from the bar.
âYou okay?â she asks, her tone even but her eyes full of concern.
You shake your head, fresh tears spilling over. âI just⌠I need a minute.â
Nobara exchanges a worried glance with Panda before nodding. âJust⌠donât wander too far, alright?â
You manage a small nod before stepping away from them, your feet carrying you without direction. The city blurs around you, neon lights smearing like watercolors through your tears.
Somehow, you end up walking aimlessly, the crisp night air cooling your cheeks as you try to piece together the complicated feelings in your chest.
pit stop!
officially calling the break rooms pit stops from now on to fit the theme
sorry for the strange posting schedule this month, I had finals but now that they're over we're back on our regular schedule
a hot new bombshell has entered the villa! welcome choso
tension was thick this chapter (sorry I love angst)
my dialogue still sucks but we can look past that
yuji and toge slept peacefully INSIDE of the house that night
well, as peacefully as one could with Mac Demarco and Mitski blasting through the houses' speaker system
just imagine that one blue-haired guy listening to music clutching himself (please get the reference); that's y/n listening to marvins room
chapter 4 MIGHT be out tmr... it's kinda long and purely text so it might take a while, we'll see.
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SHUT UP AND DRIVE CHAPTER TWO: ignition
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Youâre wedged in the back seat, arms crossed, staring out the window as the landscape blurs past. The tension in the air is suffocating, everyone pretending they canât feel it. Pandaâs in the passenger seat, scrolling through his phone, while Nobara drives, humming to some pop song playing faintly on the radio. Maki sits silently beside you, an amused glint in her eye, as she texts back and forth with god knows who.
âThis is gonna be a disaster,â Nobara finally says, breaking the silence. She glances at you through the rearview mirror, her smirk sharp. âIâm calling it now.â
You roll your eyes but donât answer. Thereâs no need. Sheâs right, after all.
Panda chuckles, turning slightly in his seat to look at you. âHow long do you think you can go without throwing hands? Or, you know, trying to shove someone off the track?â
âIâm not a child,â you mutter, your voice clipped. âI can handle one practice.â
âSure you can,â Maki teases, her grin widening. âBut can Megumi?â
The mention of his name sends a pang of annoyance through you, but you keep your face neutral. No need to give them the satisfaction of a reaction.
ââââââââ
When you arrive at the circuit, you find that theyâre already there, gathered near their cars like a flock of vultures. Megumi stands off to the side next to Yuji, arms crossed, and his signature scowl firmly in place. He doesnât look at you as you step out of the car, but you can feel the weight of his presence, the unresolved tension thick enough to cute with one of Makiâs knives.
Before practice begins, both teams gather in a makeshift meeting area under a canopy near the pit lane. Both managers are present, and you try to hide a snicker seeing the disdain on Utahimeâs face as she has to make small talk with Gojo.
âAlright, listen up,â Utahime starts, her tone sharp and commanding. âThis is a joint practice, not a competition. Letâs keep it clean out there, alright? No unnecessary drama.â she gives you a pointed glance. You roll your eyes in response before fixing your gaze on the team opposite of you. You catch Megumiâs gaze flicking toward you at the word drama. Itâs subtle, but the message is clear and it takes everything in you not to bite back.
Gojo nods, clapping his hands together. âExactly. Play nice, kids. We donât need another incident like last time.â
âThat was not my fault,â you say sharply, earning a few snickers from your teammates.
âSure,â Panda says under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.
Utahime sighs, forehead scrunching up as she pinches the bridge of her nose. âOkay, moving on. Focus on teamwork and improving your time. Got it? No funny business.â
Thereâs a collective murmur of agreement, but you can already see Toge and Panda exchanging a glance, their mischievous grins impossible to miss. Whatever theyâre planning, itâs definitely going to involve âfunny business.â
âToge, Panda,�� Utahime snaps, her eyes narrowing. âI can see you. Donât even think about it.â
âUs?â Panda feigns innocence, placing a paw over his chest. âCome on, Utahime, when have we ever caused trouble?â
Toge nods sagely, though the glint in his eye gives him away.
Utahimeâs glare sharpens. âExactly. All the time.â She sighs, her gaze softening despite herself. âJust⌠try to make it through this practice without making my headache worse, alright?â
With that, the meeting breaks up, and everyone heads to their cars. Engines begin roaring to life, filling the air with the sharp growl of horsepower. But as you walk past Megumi, his voice cuts through the noise of the ignition of the car.
âYou ready to actually race this time?â he says, his tone low and biting.
You stop, turning slowly to face him. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
He shrugs, leaning lazily against the hood of his car. âJust wondering if youâre planning to show up today or if youâre gonna spend the whole practice playing it safe like last time.â
The jab stings more than youâd care to admit, but you smirk, refusing to let him see it. âOh, Iâll be on the track. Question is, can you keep up?â
His eyes narrow. âYou talk a big game,â he says, voice low enough that only you can hear. He steps closer, closing the distance youâd deliberately put between you. âLetâs see if you can back it up.â âAlways do,â you reply, the smirk never leaving your face. âBut thanks for your concern.â
Before he can fire back, Utahimeâs voice rings out, sharp and exasperated. âY/N! Megumi! Save it for the track!â
But youâre not done yet. With one last glance at him, you remark, âMaybe you should try and keep that same concern about yourself, Fushiguro. At least try to make the time this round.â
You catch the way his jaw tightens, the flicker of irritation in his eyes before he brushes past you toward his car without a word. Your smirk fades as your heart pounds in your chest, the tension settling heavy in the pit of your stomach.
This is going to be a long practice.
break room!
lets just say nobara and panda walked away from this practice 25$ richer
the girls went to chilis and gossiped over their triple dippers (I'm craving)
yuji and toge are really holding space for megumi through these hard times
yk the people who sing during musical movies? that's them
they got the group kicked out and banned from that AMC location
y/n definitely sobbed in the theater
panda keeps quoting "hey! that's my line" and attempts to belt but it just ends up with him getting escorted off the premises.
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chapter got a little longer than i expected đ
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eren blurb resurfaced and now im losing focus
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started playing love and deep space, iâm scared.
#đ confessions.#itâs insanely hyper realistic and iâm not sure how i feel about it#did i only download it because i kept seeing edits of sylus⌠maybe
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eren jaeger x f!reader
**part of my canary mate fic
previous part here
--
[lizontopoftheworld]: you know iâm about to do something huge today?Â
[busstopbilly]: Weâre finally getting married?Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: NOÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: okay wait that sounded meanÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: like i was against the ideaÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: not that iâm for the idea
[lizontopoftheworld]: not that iâm not not for the ideaÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: ANYWAYSÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: you have to stop flirting this type of thign is not good for my brain
[busstopbilly]: Everything alright?Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: âŚÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: just have a lot on my mindÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: kind of scatterbrainedÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: i am going to confront the prick.Â
[busstopbilly]: Wow, what gives?Â
[busstopbilly]: Give him hell.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: nothing serious actuallyÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: itâs just a thing for something weâre doing togetherÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: BUT itâs a big deal because iâve never really given input on this thing because iâve assumed that he doesnât necessarily want my input on this thing? granted i donât think he takes advice from anyone but stillÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: i know what iâm saying is right and that i should so iâm going toÂ
[busstopbilly]: :)Â
[busstopbilly]: Proud of you.Â
[busstopbilly]: Are you nervous?Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: iâve prepared three counter argumentsÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: he literally will not catch me lacking and iâm going to try and keep my cool so that he knows that his dumb comments arenât getting meÂ
[busstopbilly]: This is as much rehearsing as it takes for you to speak to your sister-in-law.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: god thatâs a lost cause donât even bring that upÂ
[busstopbilly]: Sometimes it feels like youâre a little harsh on her.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: SHEâS INSUFFERABLE BILLYÂ
[busstopbilly]: Iâll table that comment for another time. Youâve got to keep your wits about you.Â
[busstopbilly]: Good luck, pretty girl.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: whatâs up with you?Â
[busstopbilly]: I am all types of frustrated.Â
[busstopbilly]: Itâs really hard to figure out what to do with what Iâm working on. Itâs aggravating because I know that itâs something that is entirely within my capabilities but I just canât.Â
[busstopbilly]: Iâve been working non-stop, been staring at my computer, and just getting so fucking frustated. Itâs like Iâm defective. Doesnât help that itâs unreasonably high pressure at this point, butâŚ
[lizontopoftheworld]: UGH im so sorry i didnât mean to just start ranting at you with my own stuffÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: you know, youâre very smart and capable. youâre going to figure it out eventually.Â
[busstopbilly]: Itâs weird. I was annoyed that I had the role I did before, but I fear Iâm getting way too involved. Iâm starting to care too much, which is never a good sign.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: itâs a good thing that you careÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: and isnât this close to like real medical stuff that you wanted to do?
[lizontopoftheworld]: just a sign that itâs something thatâs actually stimulating. that you care about and want to work towards.Â
[busstopbilly]: You always look for the positives.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: you should take notes, sweetheartÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: and you shouldnât demand perfection of yourself. you are not defective if something doesnât work out. youâre still a regular person, itâs okay to get stumped or struggle with it a little bit.Â
[busstopbilly]: You know, my dad DOES demand perfection of me.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: and thatâs why we hate your dad.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: i know you demand perfection of yourself too, that wanting to do well is natural, but be a little bit nice to yourself.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: youâre going to figure it out.Â
[busstopbilly]: Check back in at the end of the week. Hopefully, Iâm still put together.Â
[busstopbilly]:Â By the way.Â
[busstopbilly]: Sweetheart?Â
[busstopbilly]: Do you mean that in a patronizing way or am I really your sweetheart?Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: patronizingÂ
[busstopbilly]: Youâre killing me.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: iâm sorry, sweetheart <3Â
--
you find eren in the main conference room, early in the morning on thursday. you can tell that heâs hard at work â old scans from sessions printed against the wall that heâs made notes on, intelligible jargon on the glass whiteboards, and his hair an uncharacteristic mess â surely from the amount of times heâs run his hands through his hair.Â
you clear your throat, recalling all the talking points that you had rehearsed in the mirror the night prior, as you knock on the door and cautiously enter the room. you note that the smell of coffee is overwhelming â the freshly brewed cup sitting two feet away from you â and that the trashcan seems to be overflowing with empty energy drinks.Â
eren doesnât even notice your presence, his green eyes still fixed to the scan that heâs staring at, his hand raised in the air with the pen. you note that heâs wearing his glasses, that it looks like he hasnât slept since you saw him yesterday, as you walk up to his side.Â
âworking hard, hm?â you ask.Â
erenâs startled by the sound of your voice, jumping in the slightest, as you widen your eyes and feel your cheeks flush. way to start off on a good note.Â
âsorry! sorry, i figured you noticed that i was here when i walked up to you.âÂ
âwere you saying something to me?â he asks.Â
you shake your head. you can tell that your presence has shattered some semblance of his concentration â that heâs annoyed with you because of it â as he sets his pencil down and basically collapses into the chair across from you. you follow suit, sitting down in the chair too, as you uncomfortably shift against the worn out foam.Â
âiâm too fucking tired to have a fucking conversation with you right now.â he utters.Â
you fight the urge to scoff.Â
âdoes talking to me truly take so much effort?â you retort.Â
eren rolls his eyes, before slumping back down into the chair.Â
âwhen youâre so hellbent on arguing, it does. and you donât seem to talk to me otherwise.âÂ
âyou donât have to argue if you just agree with me. and why on earth would i be so hellbent on arguing with the most insufferable person that i know?âÂ
eren shrugs, clearly irritated.Â
âyou tell me, y/n.âÂ
you clear your throat, cracking all the knuckles in your hand.Â
âiâve come to talk to you about colt. the trial. you canât tell falco that heâs on the verge of getting kicked out.âÂ
eren pinches the bridge of his nose.Â
âwell, obviously ââÂ
âhis brother means a lot to him. his accident was really traumatic for his family, and even though he promised he wouldnât get so self-involved, he obviously is. i mean, itâs his brother. he canât help it. and thereâs a lot of hope that this is giving him and iâd be scared to prematurely stop him in his tracks if we didnât need to. they both talk about it so much that it would demoralize gabi too.âÂ
âoh, it definitely would, and -âÂ
âand theyâre both sweet kids. their sincere passion and interest in the project is so sweet, i would hate for them to feel like itâs not working, to think that all of their work, our work, has amounted to nothing. i think that you and i could figure out which treatment we should do this upcoming week on our own, if youâll take my help, and then we can go from there.âÂ
âwell, i - âÂ
you canât help but ball your fists in your lap.Â
âlook, i know you donât really like me, that you probably think that iâm being stupid and soft-hearted and whatever right now, but this means a lot to me. and i know that basically means nothing to you, but iâm just asking you as your colleague? friend? whatever it is that we are to just do this for me. iâve never asked you for anything before, i donât think i ever will again, and iâd justâŚreally appreciate it if you could ââÂ
youâre promptly cut off from giving your entire spiel because eren reaches forward, placing both of his warm hands on your cheeks, in efforts to get you to stop talking. you look forward, noting that his eyes are so deeply green â that he really does look exhausted â as he applies a firm pressure.Â
âstop talking please.â he murmurs, his tone soft. almost like youâve pained him my rambling for so long.Â
âwhat?â you whisper.Â
eren lets go, the warmth retreating from your face, as he leans back in his chair.Â
âyou didnât hear a word i said, did you?â he asks, his tone rather soft.Â
you frown.Â
âdid you say something?âÂ
âi pretty much agreed with you after the first sentence, y/n. donât know what the fuck youâre blabbing on about.â he murmurs.Â
âoh. really?â you murmur, slightly embarrassed. you wouldnât have put so much effort if he was going to give in that easily.Â
eren gives you a thoughtful nod, before leaning his head against the back of his chair, and rubbing at his eyes.Â
âiâm well aware that you think iâm not capable of being fond of anyone. but i am, very fond, of both falco and his brother. i would hate to let either of them down or cause anyone unnecessary stress, especially when this entire thing is my idea, so i would like to keep it between us. i was actually intending on having this conversation with you when i arrived.âÂ
âiâve been here for five hours. itâs almost one in the afternoon, eren.âÂ
eren groans.Â
âit seems that time has gotten away from me.âÂ
âhow long have you been here?âÂ
âsince yesterday. i canât seem to figure out which region to target next.âÂ
you swallow hard.Â
âdid you really stay here the entire time?â you ask.Â
he nods.Â
âbiked here so that you wouldnât go out of your way last night.âÂ
you sigh, as you flip through the stack of papers on the table. heâs highlighted a bunch of sentences, underlined and circled random words with questions on the side, as you reach for the closest pens.Â
âare you okay with me helping? more than i already am? maybe i can try some machine learning with the data we already have and use some of the analysis youâve been using soâŚso we can feel more confident? i know that you donât like me butâŚâÂ
âstop fucking saying that.âÂ
âwhat?âÂ
âthat i donât like you. youâre prickly, but i donât hate anyone.âÂ
prickly?Â
âiâm consulting a bunch of people who do the stimulation, have a few meetings with specialists this week before i pick what weâre going with next week. we have to make our best chance at an educated guess.âÂ
you nod.Â
âthatâs smart.âÂ
âyou..you can join in the meetings, if youâd like. might mention stuff for analysis that would be useful for you to hear in real time instead of repeated from me.â eren offers.Â
you canât help but smile.Â
âyouâre really nice when youâre tired.âÂ
âdonât get used to it.âÂ
--
[busstopbilly]: Hi princess.Â
[busstopbilly]: Sorry I havenât messaged in a while, I hope you know I wasnât ignoring you.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: no problemÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: been working myself to the bone so hard i didnât notice :OÂ
[busstopbilly]: Tell me about it.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: any luck with your project?Â
[busstopbilly]: Well, Iâve somehow elicited help. She actually offered, but itâs helping things move along. Iâll be able to rest after Wednesday, I guess.  Â
[busstopbilly]: How about you? My pretty girlâs not working too hard, right?Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: i fell asleep on my laptop the other day. while i was still here. but thatâs besides the point.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: worried about one of my children in the lab
[busstopbilly]: Your children? With who?
[busstopbilly]: Weâd make cute children.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: you donât know what i look like. i donât know what you look like.Â
[busstopbilly]: Oh, so you think Iâm ugly?
[lizontopoftheworld]: NO
[lizontopoftheworld]: you probably think iâm ugly, you didnât even oppose that part of that statement
[busstopbilly]: Shut up.Â
[busstopbilly]: You think youâre SO funny for that one.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: it was kind of funnyÂ
[busstopbilly]: I know youâre beautiful. Anyways, who are these children? Why are you worried about them? Are they okay?
[lizontopoftheworld]: idkÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: sitting on some news that would destory them. shit at keeping secrets so iâve been tryign to keep it togetherÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: just want to keep them from being hurt when they donât have to be?Â
[busstopbilly]: Awful kind of you to take that all upon yourself. Are you talking to someone about it?
[lizontopoftheworld]: you.Â
[busstopbilly]: Liz.Â
[busstopbilly]: Besides me.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: youâre enough, you know?Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: talking to you always makes me feel betterÂ
[busstopbilly]: Me too, Liz.Â
[busstopbilly]: Iâd also feel better if I knew you were confiding in a friend. That someone was checking up on you if youâre stomaching something big, which knowing you, you probably are.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: you are my friendÂ
[lizontopoftheworld]: and you literally checked up on me today
[busstopbilly]: Liz.Â
[busstopbilly]: You stress me out sometimes.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: no one asked you to invite all this stress on my behalf.Â
[busstopbilly]: Someone has to do it.Â
[busstopbilly]: Plus, itâs you.Â
[busstopbilly]: Kind of just comes naturally. Worrying about you. Wanting to make sure youâre okay.Â
[lizontopoftheworld]: youâre so cute i wish you were real
you eye the schedule that eren gave you at the end of yesterday thatâs taped to the wall of your cubicle. thereâs nearly seven meetings crammed into three days, each of which youâre both preparing an exhaustive list of questions for. itâs been back and forth â eren leaving comments on your document, you dropping an article into the chat between the two of you â as you read up on every last thing that you can find.Â
âwe brought you a peace offering.â
you look up to find gabi and falco standing at the side of your cubicle, with smiles on their faces. you return the gesture as they extend their hand out to you, with a cinnamon roll slightly squashed into a napkin, that you gratefully accept from them.Â
âa peace offering for?âÂ
âwell, first of all, we can tell that you and eren have been working tirelessly for the grant.â falco states.Â
right. the grant that you already have.Â
not that they needed to know that.Â
âand no one likes to spend time with eren more than they need to. especially you.â gabi jokes.Â
you laugh.Â
âwe just have a small request to make.â gabi states.Â
you shoot them both a look.Â
âgabi has to talk to pieck when we go to marley for the conference at the end of the month. and well, these type of things make her really nervous. also, i kind of told gabi that youâre not that fond of pieck and now sheâs even more nervous to go there, so she really needs you there.â falco rambles.Â
you glare at the two of them.Â
âsheâs not some demon you have to be scared of, guys.â Â
âdidnât you say that you avoid going home because of her?â falco asks.Â
you groan.Â
âi didnât tell you that for you to use it against me, falco. andâŚand sheâs really nice actually, itâs just me having an issue with how hard she tries to beâŚnice sometimes. iâm sure that she will be a perfect picture of kindness when you meet her, itâs justâŚâÂ
you sigh, gesturing for the two of them to pull up chairs. the two of them give you an excited smile, both scattering to pull up chairs into your space, as you eye the cinnamon roll. it smells sweet, enough to make your stomach growl, as they attentively wait for you to talk in their seats.Â
you and falco had a close mentor-mentee relationship. and by that, it meant that the two of you were really just friends, and you just gave him advice here and there.Â
granted, youâre sure half of that is a byproduct of the fact that falcoâs been alone in the dorms almost every single day since heâs one of the only students on the fellowship, that youâre the only person around to talk to, but itâs ultimately lead to some very serious conversations you should most definitely not be logging as work on your timesheets.Â
âwell, iâve told falco a lot about pieck. but not you gabi.â you start.Â
gabi offers you a smile.Â
âi have an older brother named porco. heâsâŚheâs really plucky but youâll like him when you meet him. he works at my parentâs business back home.âÂ
you smile.Â
âwhen porco was in highschool, he started dating pieck. she kind of freaked me out because she was super preppy. captain of the cheer team, on the student council. she went the whole ten miles and we were justâŚi donât know. serving people pizza in our free time. begging our teachers to tutor us during lunch. i never really understood what they saw in each other. they have nothing in common. can barely understand each other, from what it seems like.âÂ
âitâs romantic! opposites attract.â falco adds.Â
you narrow your eyes at him.Â
âanyways, she went to some big shot law school in a different country. i thought that she was going to break up with him to be honest, but theyâŚthey got engaged instead. did long distance their entire first year of marriage because my brother canât really leave my parents. and she was really sweet through the entire thing, butâŚbut i donât know. her family wasnât into it. the fact that we were immigrants. and even after we became citizens, they just thought that we werenât worth their caliber. pieck didnât seem to care, not even in the slightest, and she lives in our house now. practices in our city.âÂ
gabi gives you a thoughtful nod.Â
âshe gave up her entire family for your brother? is he cute? âÂ
you shake your head.Â
âyeah. i mean, i know they still send her money here and there, but they donât speak to her at all. guess thatâs their way of making sure that sheâs taken care of, since they know we canât.â you murmur.Â
gabi frowns.Â
âis she rich?â gabi asks.Â
falco shoves her in the side.Â
âyou canât just ask if sheâs rich.âÂ
âno, no. y/nâs chill, i can ask her.âÂ
you fight the urge to laugh as you lean closer, giving gabi a coy look.Â
âsuper rich. she has a nice cushy job and again, she still gets the money from her parents. she offered to buy me a car when i moved out here so that it would be easier for me.âÂ
gabi gives you a bright smile.Â
âthatâs a good fucking offer. i would ask her for hundreds of things if i were you.âÂ
you shrug.Â
âitâs weird. itâs just kind ofâŚi donât know. she offers me a lot of things like that â money, advice â she tries really hard to be a big sister to me. porcoâs sweet, but there was a lot of things that he didnât do. iâm sure heâs told her that i work hard, that i donât really take help from people, and i guess thatâs why sheâs so eager to try sometimes. but it justâŚi donât know, i canât bring myself to take help from her when we donât know each other like that.âÂ
âsheâs your sister.â falco deadpans.Â
you shake your head.Â
âitâs weird. iâm not saying that it makes sense. and sheâs my sister-in-law.âÂ
gabi gives you a nod.Â
âi know what you mean. you got here on your own, youâre convinced that you can get the rest of the way on your own too.âÂ
âexactly! and iâd owe her something at the end if i did take her help.âÂ
falco frowns at the two of you.Â
âyou know, you both have the same individualistic behavior. iâm not sure that it serves you any purpose. you know you wonât die if you rely on people. maybe sheâs just trying to help you because you guys are literally family.âÂ
gabi shakes her head at falco.Â
âthatâs where youâre wrong falco. sometimes, the only person you have is yourself.âÂ
âthat sounds awfully morbid.â eren states.Â
the three of you turn your heads to find him standing at your cubicle, backpack strung over his shoulder, as you give him a nod. you drop your laptop into the backpack, zipping it up, as gabi takes her opportunity to argue with eren.Â
âthatâs literally something that youâve said to me before.â gabi retorts.Â
âright. but i have reason to say that. youâre young. you should be at the club or something.â eren responds.Â
that earns him a laugh from falco, who eren shoots a wink to, before turning back to glare at gabi.Â
--
erenâs able to snag the two of you a meeting with one of the people at the forefronts of trans-cranial magnetic stimulation research. you have a sneaking inkling that eren elicited some sort of assistance from his dad to get this arranged â or that his last name was enough of a segway in the first place â and it makes you slightly nervous.Â
being on such uneven footing, meeting with people who are so important, when you can barely muster your one on one meetings with levi sometimes.Â
nile dok. heâs got a nice office in an office building downtown, one of the soaring skyscrapers embedded in the middle of the city.Â
âhave you ever met nile dok?â you ask.Â
erenâs taken aback by the question as the two of you walk in through the roundabout doors, waiting in the small line at the front desk.Â
âyeah, uhâŚiâve known him since i was a kid. heâs friends with my dad.â he murmurs.Â
you give him a nod, mentally deciding that you deserve a sweet treat later for being able to predict that one, as the two of you walk up to the front desk. the girl sitting at the desk has a short bob and an almost pinched smile as she looks up at the two of you.Â
âwe have a meeting at four with nile dok. the last names are l/n and jaeger.â eren states.Â
she gives eren a curt nod as she quickly types the names on her computer, before giving you a satisfied smile, indicating that sheâs found the appointment. she reaches to her side drawer and slides two badges across the desk, with a small paper for parking validation. but before you can reach for yours, eren snatches it out of your hand, his eyes narrowed in frustration as he holds it up in front of her face.Â
âwhat is this?â eren asks.Â
âher badge?â the girl retorts.Â
eren shakes her head.Â
âno, no. this is a guest pass. get her a real one.â eren asserts.Â
you put your hand on erenâs shoulder, squeezing hard to get his attention, as he drops the guest badge onto the desk and looks over at you.Â
âitâs not a big deal, eren.â you murmur.Â
he glares at you.Â
âwhy the hell do i deserve a badge with my first and last name on it? did i do something special to deserve that that you didnât?â he asks.Â
you shrug.Â
âwell, you were the one who got us the meeting.âÂ
âyeah, i got us the meeting. not just me, youâre part of it too. i donât entertain any of this guest pass bullshit, so just drop it. print her a real one, please.â eren murmurs.Â
he turns back to the girl sitting at the desk, who is now shooting him an apologetic grin, as she types almost frantically on her monitor. you can tell that sheâs avoided confrontation too much, that erenâs eyes are a little too piercing, because sheâs basically pulling the badge out of the printer to speed up the time.Â
and at the end of the excruciating minute, moreso for her than you, she slides a newly minted badge with your name embellished in bright bold letters. it canât help but enrage eren more for some reason, as he turns to her one last time.Â
âwas that so hard?â eren asks.Â
âitâs standard practice, i apologize. heâll be on the third floor, last door on the right.âÂ
eren gives her one last nod before gesturing to you to follow him, to the long glass door at the end of the hallway. the elevator is empty as the two of you step in, a sweet sugary smell â like the remnants of someoneâs perfume were left over â and you clear your throat.Â
âthank you. for the badge.âÂ
âjust prepare yourself, thatâs only the half of it. he may be useful to us now, but it doesnât change the fact that heâs going to act like an asshole when we meet with him.â eren mumbles.Â
the elevator whirrs to a stop and you follow eren down the hallway, your eyes whizzing past all of the certifications and awards that are printed on the wall. you note that erenâs dadâs name is included on some of them, that there are pictures of them standing on big stages â cutting ribbons together, holding glass awards â as you wait in the two chairs at the end of the hall.Â
âheâs an asshole now?â you whisper.Â
eren looks over at you, almost like heâs pissed that youâve even stomached the courage to ask that question, before he slightly slumps in his chair. his hand is shaking at his side in the slightest, his fingers curled into a fist, as he gives you a nod.Â
âheâs been an asshole. maybe even bigger than my dad.âÂ
you memorize that sentence and catalog it to your memory.Â
the disdain in his tone. you never realized that eren wasnât particularly fond of his dad. and figure that it must be irritating every time he comes around the lab.Â
the door opens, a girl gesturing for the two of you to follow her into the office. eren gives you one last tight lipped smile as you enter the room, overwhelmed all together.Â
the first thing you note is the smell. it nearly burns your nose â the sharp smell of the alcohol mixed with the heavy smell of the cigarette smoke â as you sit in the chair closest to the door. erenâs at your side, taking his jacket off, before handing it to you and whispering under his breath.Â
âcover your legs.âÂ
you can feel your stomach churn as you listen to his instructions, draping his jacket over the exposed part of your legs, and balling your fists underneath the fabric.Â
the second thing that you notice is that nile dok doesnât look nearly as good as he did in the photos outside. you have a small inkling that the photos outside have to be photoshopped, that he didnât look half as haggard as he did right now, slumped over his desk chair, and that most of the things that were in this room, were meant to keep up appearances.Â
the designer suit that he was wearing. the embossed stationery. mahogany wood.Â
âis this your girlfriend, eren?â nile asks.Â
you swallow hard. surely he couldnât be serious.Â
âsheâs my colleague. why would i bring my girlfriend to a work meeting?â eren seethes.Â
âyour dad used to do that before he married carla. thought you were taking notes out of his playbook.âÂ
eren rolls his eyes.Â
âi would rather roll over in my grave before i did that. and my mom was his colleague too. she wasnât his girlfriend back then.â eren notes.Â
nile gives him a boisterous laugh, smacking one of his fists down onto the table â enough to make nearly all of the belongings shake on the desk â before turning over to you. you immediately divert your eyes, noting that the carpet has some very dried out stains, one that take a trained eye to notice, and that he must knock over things quiet often.Â
and force someone to clean it up.Â
âwhatâs your name, pretty?â he asks.Â
ây/n l/n.â you respond.Â
âl/n? are you from around here?â he asks.Â
you shake your head.Â
âiâm from marley.âÂ
nile gives you a nod.Â
âwhat do your parents do research in?âÂ
you bite down on your lip, enough to draw a pool of warm, metallic blood into your mouth.Â
âtheyâre business owners back in marley. they donât do research.â you note.Â
âoh. what type of business?âÂ
âthey own a pizza parlor.â
nile gives you a strange look, one thatâs enough to summon eren back into the conversation again.Â
âtheyâve probably worked more in one day than youâve worked in your entire life, nile. but thatâs besides the point. weâve come here to ask you some questions. both of us.âÂ
--
âi can drive.â eren offers.Â
âsorry, what?âÂ
âi can drive. you seem tired.â eren states.Â
you shake your head.Â
âiâm fine.âÂ
âyou donât have to be so self-sacrificing all the time. i can tell that youâre tired, that the meeting was more jargon that was really relevant to us because that dumbass was trying to show off, that him being an asshole gets tiring very fast, so just let me drive us home.â eren states.Â
the tone in his voice indicates that what heâs saying is final, enough for you to relent and place the keys in the palm of his hand before walking around to duck into the passenger seat. and youâre not sure what it is â the fact that eren seemed to be arguing on your behalf, that he seemed more approachable when he was so tired, when the two of you had a common goal â that you ask.Â
ânile seems very close with your dad.âÂ
âwhat?â eren asks.Â
you shrug.Â
âthe pictures and the certificates and stuff. your dad was in all of them.â you murmur.Â
âoh, right. nileâs kind of his prodigy. he used to live in my house.âÂ
you frown.Â
ânile is younger than your dad? and he lived in your house?âÂ
ây/n, heâs only a few years older than us.âÂ
âwhat? why does he look soâŚugly? and old?âÂ
eren coughs out a laugh. you look over to note that heâs smiling, that heâs got a dimple on his left side, and that he looks awfully attractive when he does that.Â
âthatâs what being an asshole does to you.â eren notes.
you nod.Â
âheâs into the exact type of research that my dad does. he came fromâŚfrom basically nothing and my dad helped him. gave him money for his projects, invested in the company. now, nileâs got a bigger head than he knows what to do with and he feels indebted to my dad so he kisses his ass whatever chance he gets.â eren states.Â
âwhy were you so upset about the badge?â you ask.Â
âtheyâre doing that to purposely undermine you. because youâre a woman.â eren notes.Â
you can feel your throat dry.Â
âreally?â you whisper.Â
âiâve met hundreds of people like nile. youâre going to meet hundreds of people like nile too. and they do shit like that â purposely choose to omit your name from badges so they can call you sweetheart, act like youâre just there as an accessory and not there to actually make conversation â that stuff. just think about it. i listed your name first on our appointment. and yet they still chose to put my name on the badge and not yours.âÂ
you slump down into your chair.Â
âoh. i didnât realize.âÂ
âeven down to the very principle, learning someoneâs name is a simple sign of respect. the bare minimum of what you can do when youâre conversing with someone. and yet they can barely even humble themselves to do that, because they think theyâre more important than you.â eren finishes.Â
you decide that itâs enough of your curious questions. only because the rest of your curious questions are ones that you sincerely canât ask.Â
did they do that to your mom?Â
is that why it annoys you so much when other people do it to me?Â
is your mom still a researcher? Â
you reach for the aux cord thatâs hanging in the middle of the seat, before navigating your way to the playlist of scores that you had made to share with eren. the music is quiet, the instrumental nearly lulling your overwhelmed brain to sleep as you press your forehead against the window.Â
âi like alan. from this score.âÂ
âyouâve watched the imitation game?â you ask.Â
eren gives you a nod.Â
âitâs a good movie.â eren responds.Â
you smile.Â
âthat movie makes me feel better sometimes. to know that women were part of the forefront of science, even back then. and they had hurdles, endless hurdles that i couldnât even begin to understand, and theyâve paved the way for me.âÂ
you take a deep breath.Â
âjust a reminder that i shouldnât give up when things are hard for me because they didnât either, you know?â you whisper.Â
eren takes a beat before responding.Â
âgranted, itâs unfair youâve got so many hurdles when youâre already so brilliant to begin with. itâs honestly kind of fucking ridiculous sometimes.âÂ
you canât fight the urge to smile.Â
âyou think iâm brilliant?â you jest.
eren rolls his eyes.Â
âoh, come on. you know youâre brilliant.â eren responds.Â
âwhat?âÂ
âyouâre the only person in the program who got in without doing the bridge program. you must have some insane work under your belt for erwin, levi, and hange to trust you after meeting you just once or twice. over people theyâve known and taught for years by the way.âÂ
you narrow your eyes at him.Â
âiâm not the only person in the program who got in without doing the bridge program. youâre forgetting someone quite important.âÂ
eren rolls his eyes.Â
âstill. youâre brilliant. would do you well to realize that now before some idiot like nile dok tries to make himself more important than you.âÂ
you look over at him and smile.Â
âokay. okay, yeah. i promise.âÂ
âand hell. you know how to argue with people. i know youâve got it in you. youâve been doing with it since youâve met me. maybe redirect some of your irritation with me towards people like him.âÂ
you lean back.Â
âoh, iâll doubt iâll be able to do that. you just bring out something special in me, eren.â you deadpan.Â
âoh, iâm sure.â eren retorts back.
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an: anyways
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