those brothers will be spoken of as symbols for thousands of years to come, just as we today speak of ancient gods. even after their deaths,they will shine like the sun - the saviors illuminating humanity
Pairing: Actor!Eren Yeager x MakeupArtist!Reader (AOT Live Action Show AU)
Genre: I genuinely have no idea? fluff? angst? a little bit of both?
Type: headcanon/bulletpoint
A/N: This was originally supposed to be the last part, but it was getting SO LONG and there was SO MUCH that needed to happen that I’m splitting it into two. Inspired by @nihaalart ‘s actor au fan art :)
Going back to your apartment after everything was depressing to say the least
You had made good money as a makeup artist before Attack On Titan
Yk from doing makeup for weddings, SFX makeup for other projects, doing stuff on YouTube and social media and stuff
So it wasn’t that you were going back to a crappy place
But the off white walls, throw blankets, comfy couches, and picture frames that surrounded you just didn’t feel like homeanymore
It was too lonely
You wanted the energy you felt on set
The excitement and fun
The friendship and love you had shared
Love
Eren
God, what was he going to think of you?
You just left him without any explanation
You refused to answer his or anyone else’s texts
You were kinda sorta shutting down
Mikasa and Hange had been messaging you on every platform you had
Jean, Reiner, and Zeke had texted you every morning
Armin had called you at least four times and Sasha sent you video messages
Even Levi - the captain of being antisocial - had sent you a message asking where you where and how you were doing
But Eren?
Eren sent nothing
Not a single message
No call, no text
Nothing
And honestly?
That hurt more than getting fired
You’d thought that after six months of filming
Six months of talking to each other and being there for one another
That he would’ve done something - anything - to show you he was worried, that he cared about you
But no
Nothing
It killed you inside
Took your heart and twisted it until you couldn’t breathe, only releasing it to stab it over and over again
You hated this
Somuch
The pain of everything that happened consumed you to the point where you literally didn’t get out of bed for three days
It wasn’t until you literally started to get nauseous from not eating that you decided enough was enough
So you picked yourself up from the depths of despair all by yourself and started over again
You got up and showered, washing your skin free of all your feelings until it was red
You threw your clothes and bedding into the laundry machine and went to the kitchen in the first new pair of clothes you’d put on since you’d gotten back
It felt good in a way, moving forward, trying to leave the past behind
But part of you was still breaking over the fact that everything was over
How you’d probably never see the people you’d grown to care about so much again
Because they were global superstars and you were just you
You’d always had a feeling that you’d be left in the dust once this was over
That they were all just being nice because they had to see you all the time
But you couldn’t focus on that anymore
As much as it hurt, the past was the past
You had to focus on what was happening right now
What you could do to move forward
About a week after you’d been fired, you decided to finally go back to makeup
You’d cleaned up the small office space you used as your studio - washing your brushes, fixing your palettes and paints, organizing everything to set it up for how you normally did walkthroughs/tutorials
You were literally about to press record on your camera to start when you heard a knock on your door
You sighed
You really just wanted to be left alone with your makeup right now
But then you remembered the new Mehron body paints you had ordered a few weeks back and realized it was probably them so you got up anyways
You trudged to your door, hair held back by a fuzzy headband and clad in a black tank top and your most embarrassing pajama pants because no one ever saw the bottom half of your body in your videos anyways
The knocking on your door got louder and you huffed out an “I’m coming” before reaching for the handle and swinging it open
You stopped dead in your tracks
The figure in front of you was dressed head to toe in black, hood pulled up over their head and a mask covering the bottom half of their face
Honest to god you had no idea who this strange person was judging from their getup alone
But their eyes?
You’d know those eyes anywhere
You could die and be reincarnated and in another life you’d still be able to recognize them
There
In all his glory and charm
Was Eren. Freaking. Yeager
And you
Beating the amazing talented beautiful dISASTER that you are
SLAMMED THE DOOR SHUT
Because oh my god????
What was he doing here????
How did he get your address??? Why didn’t he call or text??? Why was he literally on your doorstep oh my g o d?????
But then you realize you just shut the door on a literal global celebrity who probably risked a whole lot even just getting to your place so you take a few deep breaths and open the door
You don’t look at him again, just move to the side and gesture for him to come in quickly
You close the door behind him softly as he walks into your home
A weird feeling since your home is your safe space and you hardly let anyone into it
Eren had taken off his hood and mask and was standing in front of you with his hands in his pockets awkwardly
Like he was a middle schooler giving a presentation
You cleared your throat even more awkwardly
“What, uh… what are you doing here?”
He fiddled with his hands
“I wanted to see how you were doing.”
He shifted slightly
“… and I’m also on strike.”
You blinked
He was on what now?
“Eren, what? What do you mean you’re on strike?”
He sighed and pushed a few strands of hair away from his face
“After you left, the rest of the cast and I asked around to see what happened. Nobody would tell us until Armin did a little digging.
“He found out that you had been fired and replaced with someone else - one of the assistants that Esme brought with her this season.”
You nodded
You’d figured that one of the other artists or assistants would’ve taken your job
Eren continued, “You know those stalker fans? The ones that follow us around everywhere, show up at our houses sometimes, and try to get into every fan event and stuff?”
You nodded slowly, trying to understand where he was going
He let out a mirthless laugh
“Turns out that ‘assistant’ was actually one of them. She had been watching me for months, and I guess when she saw how close we were she got jealous. She was the one who went to the director and got you fired.”
He looked at you for a second, half expecting a reaction from you
But you sat in stunned silence as you tried to process his words
Eren sighed, “At first no one would tell me anything - about what happened with you, I mean. I asked everyone but no one seemed to know. But then the assistant… she kept saying things - weird things to me. She even followed me to my trailer one night after shooting and refused to leave when I asked her to. It was making me really uncomfortable so I told Mikasa and Armin about it.
“That’s when Armin started asking around about her and found out. After the truth came out, the director tried to support his decision about firing you, but none of the cast was comfortable with it so we refused to work until you were brought back. We’ve been on strike for almost five days now and no filming has been getting done. The director told me that I had to come and ask you back in person, so I’m here.”
You blinked
“I… Eren I don’t even know what to say…”
You ran a hand over your face and motioned for him to sit down on the couch
“First of all, I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I can’t imagine how scary it must be when fans like that are around, let alone in a position that close to you.
“Secondly, I appreciate all of you doing that for me, I really really do. More than you know. But it isn’t fair to ask you to do that.”
Eren opened his mouth to say something but you put a hand up
“You’ve all worked so hard to get to where you are, you shouldn’t throw it away for someone who is easily replaceable. I can’t ask to make my problem yours.”
Eren sat for a moment before taking your hands in his
His touch was so gentle, thumb caressing the back of your hand softly as if you were made from fine porcelain that would break if held too roughly
“That’s the thing, (Y/N), you aren’t replaceable. You’re what brings life to set every day, the reason so many of us are so happy this season even though we’re all exhausted. You make it a better place and us better people. So you aren’t asking us to do anything. When it comes to you, your problems become our problems too.”
He paused
“… they become minetoo.”
The tentative tone in his voice made you meet his gaze
Those beautiful eyes that were so vibrant you couldn’t believe they were real
You swallowed
“Why?”
His lips turned up softly in a smile and his voice was no more than a whisper when he spoke next
