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You looked down at your feet. At the concrete beneath them. Solid. Real. Present.
          	
          	The ground had been there all along.
          	
          	You remembered something from months ago. A bad trip. Sitting in a park, feeling like your consciousness was leaking out through your ears. The panic of not knowing where you ended and the world began.
          	
          	But then: the feeling of soil under your palms. Grass. The simple fact of earth existing beneath you.
          	
          	Don't be scared, you'd told yourself. The world is still under you.
          	
          	Now, standing on this cracked sidewalk in your bare feet and torn dress, you felt that same truth settling into your bones. The ground was still here. You were still on it. That was enough.
          	
          	"I can feel my feet," you said suddenly.
          	
          	Eren looked down at where you were standing. At your bare toes on the concrete. At the way you were pressing into the earth like you were testing its solidity.
          	
          	"That's good," he said.
          	
          	"No, I mean—" You laughed. Short. Surprised. "I haven't felt my feet in months. I've been floating. Like when people get high and their heads disconnect from their bodies. But I can feel the ground now."
          	
          	You wiggled your toes against the pavement. Felt every pebble. Every crack. Every imperfection in the surface beneath you.
          	
          	"I'm not floating anymore."

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A bicycle passed. An older man in a bright jacket, probably heading home from a late shift. He nodded as he went by. A casual acknowledgment. You exist. I exist. We're sharing this moment on this street in this city at this particular time.
          	  
          	  You heard crickets now. From the small gardens in front of the houses. From the patches of grass growing between the sidewalk and the street. Life persisting in the spaces between concrete and asphalt.
          	  
          	  You heard the trees rustling above you. Saw the way their shadows moved across the yellow pools of streetlight. Saw the way Eren's shadow fell beside yours on the cracked pavement.
          	  
          	  "Yes," you whispered. "Tether me to the ground."
          	  
          	  Not to him, specifically. But to this. To the reality of standing somewhere real. To the feeling of your feet against the earth. To the knowledge that you were present. Here. Alive in this particular moment that belonged to no one else.
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axwuis

i just finished emo boy and i wanted to say how incredibly heart wrenching it was in the best possible way. it reminded me so much of myself and i was never able to put it into words till now. thank you.

aois-hiomi

You looked down at your feet. At the concrete beneath them. Solid. Real. Present.
          
          The ground had been there all along.
          
          You remembered something from months ago. A bad trip. Sitting in a park, feeling like your consciousness was leaking out through your ears. The panic of not knowing where you ended and the world began.
          
          But then: the feeling of soil under your palms. Grass. The simple fact of earth existing beneath you.
          
          Don't be scared, you'd told yourself. The world is still under you.
          
          Now, standing on this cracked sidewalk in your bare feet and torn dress, you felt that same truth settling into your bones. The ground was still here. You were still on it. That was enough.
          
          "I can feel my feet," you said suddenly.
          
          Eren looked down at where you were standing. At your bare toes on the concrete. At the way you were pressing into the earth like you were testing its solidity.
          
          "That's good," he said.
          
          "No, I mean—" You laughed. Short. Surprised. "I haven't felt my feet in months. I've been floating. Like when people get high and their heads disconnect from their bodies. But I can feel the ground now."
          
          You wiggled your toes against the pavement. Felt every pebble. Every crack. Every imperfection in the surface beneath you.
          
          "I'm not floating anymore."

aois-hiomi

A bicycle passed. An older man in a bright jacket, probably heading home from a late shift. He nodded as he went by. A casual acknowledgment. You exist. I exist. We're sharing this moment on this street in this city at this particular time.
            
            You heard crickets now. From the small gardens in front of the houses. From the patches of grass growing between the sidewalk and the street. Life persisting in the spaces between concrete and asphalt.
            
            You heard the trees rustling above you. Saw the way their shadows moved across the yellow pools of streetlight. Saw the way Eren's shadow fell beside yours on the cracked pavement.
            
            "Yes," you whispered. "Tether me to the ground."
            
            Not to him, specifically. But to this. To the reality of standing somewhere real. To the feeling of your feet against the earth. To the knowledge that you were present. Here. Alive in this particular moment that belonged to no one else.
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aois-hiomi

The Dreamers preview:
          
          Paradis has been a colony of Marley for a hundred years. The city of Trost, once proud, now chokes under surveillance, language bans, and a university polished to look free while history is erased from the inside out.
          
          You're sent as a visiting scholar-neutral, detached, obedient. You meet two students: Eren and Mikasa. They don't believe in neutrality. They don't believe in safety. They believe in burning it all down.
          
          And you?
          You believed in nothing-until you believed in them.
          
          
          | Modern AU, Colonialism, Revolution, Rebellion, Underground Resistance, Trost University, Propaganda, Friends to Lovers to Ghosts, Political Eroticism, Messy Love Triangle (Eren x Reader x Mikasa), Banned Literature, Dreamlike Prose, Shared Beds, Ambiguous Morality, Longing, Obsession, Reader is Not Okay, Eren Yeager-centric, Mikasa Ackerman-centric, Disappearing Men, Trauma, Memory as Myth, Sex as a Weapon, Love as a Lie and a Truth, No Canon Titans, Canon-Divergent AU, Grief, Slow Burn, Revolution Fails But You Don't, Post-Colonial Themes |

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I think I’m on a roll now I went from funny bimbo fic to full on spiral into madness, cinematic casino heist, and now a fucking political war fic,,
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