crunchy's dreams

So Eren and Levi are making out and it’s going really, really well when Levi remembers that they have tickets to a movie that evening and they have to leave pretty much immediately. Reluctantly they separate, breathing hard.

They arrive at the cinema and take their seats but there is unfinished business that keeps them from paying attention to the movie. Levi’s hand slides over Eren’s hip and Eren trails his fingers up Levi’s leg.

Eventually Eren’s reserve snaps and he mouths ‘bathroom’ in Levi’s ear before leaving his seat. And Levi follows; how could he not?

They barely manage to stumble into a stall and lock the door before belts are undone, teeth on necks. They’re so desperate and teased that all it takes is for them to free themselves from their clothes and press against each other and they’re coming, softly swearing open-mouthed into the crook of each other’s necks.

…and then I woke up.

So last night my brain decided to write weird ereri AU fanfiction while I was asleep.

So I was Levi. Levi was either a talk show host or a boxing instructor (it really wasn’t clear) and he’d known Eren when Eren was a teenager but they weren’t close and he didn’t really remember him - maybe didn’t know his name even. Eren’s all grown up now and is some sort of rock idol, a solo performer rather than in a band though.

And Eren’s super fucking hot, but kind of famous for not dating. And Levi’s interviewing him on his show and he asks him, not really expecting a straight answer, why he doesn’t date.

Eren says, “I really liked someone once, but they ignored me.”

And he’s looking Levi right in the eye and Levi’s just…oh shit as he remembers that teenager he vaguely knew. All on live television.

And that was it. Sadly.

Last night I dreamed I was sleeping in some high up place - some scaffolding, I think, and I found two kittens, a little black one and a larger white and orange one. I put them in the pockets of my hoodie to climb down and I was scared I’d accidentally suffocated the little black one but when I took it out it was fine. And it was petting these kittens and was all ‘I guess I have to look after them now.’ I also met the gruff, middle-aged orc (who was inexplicably much shorter than me) who was the local captain of the guard. I showed him the kittens too. He thought they were cute and leaned up and kissed me on the nose :| And I was like 'well that was awkward.’

And then I was off to a house party in the fancy part of town, pretty sure the kittens came too, and a couple of friends came with me but we were really early so we sat on a park bench and talked while we waited. And it was a very beautiful part of town, lovely houses and trees.

I just remembered I dreamed I snogged Tom Hiddleston. I’m not even a huge fan; I mean, I like him well enough, so I’m not complaining but it was odd.

I was at a market looking for a replacement miniature cause one of my PC’s characters had died and there was a row of them for sale in this shed. And I think Tom was selling them and I told him I was looking for a priestess one rather than a witch, and none of them seemed quite what I was looking for and then he got all apologetic and we started making out. His hair was nice and soft. He seemed quite sweet, really.

And then I got into a fight in a building lot with this big guy over a stack of dollar coins and the rest of it wasn’t so fun.

I dreamt Levi and I went to the beach. He was really nice to hang out with, actually. Relaxed. I think Hange went swimming with us for a while, but then they left.

And then there was something about stealing a car but I suspect that was direct from my fic.

I had a dream about Levi last night. David Bowie had finally broken free of the crystal he’d been imprisoned in, and revealed that he was in fact a god. And I had an interview with him. Levi was giving me a lift to his crystal cave.

We were high up on an overpass, and it was night, and Levi stops his car and is all, “This is my band, I have to play.” And I’m just, “Wtf, we can’t stop, I have an interview with David Bowie.”

He doesn’t listen. The overpass is a stage, and Levi’s band is already playing, and I just sort of sulk impatiently against the car while they play for the illuminated city before them. Levi doesn’t sing; he just plays his guitar, and I can still see him, avoiding the spotlight in a black sleeveless top and black pants, playing his heart out.

Eventually I give up and walk. I do get to talk to David Bowie in the end, and he explains how the balance between matter and energy in the universe works. Mind blown.