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dont-f-with-moogles · 1 year

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Excuse me, Commander…

Excuse me, Commander… Characters: Levi x Hange, (slight Jean x Mikasa - I don’t ship it but it felt natural here), Connie, Armin. Word Count: 1120 words

Canon universe, during the night when the alliance enjoys some stew. The completed response to the Great Shipping War. (Part 2 of 2)

Shadows flickered against the pale limbs of beech trees. A continuous chirping reverberated amongst the nocturnal stirrings of the woods. In the centre of the clearing stood a makeshift wooden frame which bore a bubbling pot. Beneath, the crackling flames wove their own story amongst the crunchings and rustlings of forest life.

Hange Zoe sat cross-legged, her back pressed against a wooden case. Idly, she flipped the pages of a magazine as the pot of stew bubbled before her. The cart titan was crouched nearby, its colossal head turned away. Between its splayed fingers, easily the length of fallen trees, Gabi and Falco sat with their arms wrapped about their knees. A little further on, Megarth whispered urgently to the Marleyan members of the newly-established alliance. Only Annie sat alone, staring at the patches of purple sky visible between the uppermost, gnarled branches. Half-raised upon a crudely-built cart lay Levi’s shrouded, sleeping form.

“Excuse me, Hange- er, Commander?” It was Jean who spoke. He turned away from where he had been scrutinising the impossibly neat row of stitches which lined the Captain’s face. “…whilst we’ve got a bit of time here, we were just wondering if you could explain something?”

“Sure…” Hange flipped the cover of her magazine closed and laid it beside a basket of potatoes.

“How do I ask this?” Jean’s hands were in the pockets of his green military coat. He scuffed the leaf-strewn ground with the heel of his boot. “What is going on between you and the Captain? We asked you once before but you both said it was just friendship.”

“Uh…” Hange’s voice had a deep, husky quality. “That’s right.”

“But there are things that have happened between you,” Connie chimed in, encouraged by Jean’s bold venture. “Are you sure it’s not more than friendship?”

“What things?” Hange asked, astonished. “I’m surprised to hear you say that, Connie. Surely… Moblit was always the one by my side, watching out for me.”

Jean and Connie shared an uncertain glance.

“We know you used to scold him for speaking like your mother,” Mikasa interrupted coldly.

“I never said that was a bad thing…” Hange added, the firelight glinting off her glasses.

“But it doesn’t sound terribly romantic,” Armin added delicately, “from my observations, Moblit seemed to constantly panic around you. I’m not sure he was having a good time at all, even if he swore it was his duty to look out for you.” The others gazed over at Armin, gripped by such a revelation.

“In fact, I would say he seemed close to having a breakdown.” Armin dropped the leaf stem he had been twirling between his fingers. “Sometimes when I stood near him…I thought I could smell alcohol…”

Hange looked down at her knees.

“I don’t want to think of him like that,” she spoke quietly. “I know I’m not the easiest person to be around. That being said, Levi and I don’t always agree on everything. Perhaps I haven’t found the person who I can get along with yet.”

Connie shuffled forwards, partly drawn by the fragrance of the stew but also lured by curiosity.

“You and the Captain are always together…”

“That’s because we’re the last of the veterans,” Hange sighed as she stirred at the bubbling mixture. She rapped the ladle smartly against the side of the pot before flinging the utensil down into a ceramic bowl at her feet.

“Levi and I have served together in the regiment for nearly ten years. Of course we’re close. It’s inevitable given that we’re the only two who somehow survived.”

“But you didn’t just somehow survive.” Jean had appeared behind Connie. “You’ve both protected each other time and time again. The only reason Captain Levi is alive is because of you. You grabbed him from under the Jaegerists’ noses, rolled into a river with him, shot your former comrades, dressed and stitched his wounds, built a cart to carry him in…” Jean heaved a breath. “And you haven’t left his side since.”

“It was nothing,” Hange muttered, reaching for her magazine.

“Just now!” Connie exclaimed, causing Hange’s head to slump into her hand, “you said that you had wanted to run away and continue with your life! You said that in front of all of us just before we got here!” He frowned up at the stars as he attempted to piece his reasoning together. “And you had been hiding out with Levi in the woods so that means… you were thinking about continuing your life… you wanted to live with Levi in the woods!”

Connie snapped his fingers in satisfaction, a smug smile spreading across his face. “Gotcha!”

“I was just tired!” Hange threw down her magazine, her voice brittle. “I am so tired of all of this. But despite my rambling monologues, I still came back didn’t I? So just forget what I said before will you?”

“You’re blushing.” Mikasa’s dark head emerged over Jean’s shoulder.

“It’s the fire and the shadows!” Hange snapped acidly, “and it’s embarrassing for me to admit being such a coward! None of this means that I love Levi so just drop it!”

“Wait a moment…” It was Armin’s turn to interrupt. His blue eyes were rounded in realisation. “Do you remember the governmental unrest some years ago? It was when Erwin had been arrested. We were all staying at that cabin… Hange, you told us that Pastor Nick had been murdered and we realised what grave danger we were all in. You wanted us to lay low but Levi called you timid. I don’t remember you blushing then.”

“For once, Armin…” Hange rose to her feet, her face like thunder. “Can you not remember every little thing!”

“Hange it’s okay.” Jean stretched his hands out placatingly. “You were thinking about living with Levi. There was that flirty head grab that Eren told everyone about. Those things would seem weird if they involved other people but with you two it looks good.”

Conscious of a fault, Jean stepped backwards into Mikasa and out of reach of Hange’s grasping hands.

“For the last time!” Hange lowered her arms, her body trembling in rage. The others retreated to where Jean was cowering. Only Mikasa blinked impassively. “Levi and I are good friends and there is nothing else to it so would you drop it! I have enough to worry about without your constant questioning!”

And with that, she seized a water bottle from the ground and crashed through the undergrowth towards the stream. Jean stooped to retrieve the magazine which had been lying beside the wood crate.

“What’s this? ‘Woodland Homes Real Estate…’” he read with a grimace, "oh come on! What does she think, that we’re stupid?”

#last part to this #whilst I love Moblit's character I just see him as a trusted sidekick rather than a romantic interest #read the Smartpass stories - it's all there #and sure Hange was tired and didn't want to seem cowardly in ch 126 #but she only blushed here and not in ch52 when she also suggested hiding out #it's all there in the evidence people #levihan #levihan fanfiction #hange zoe #levi ackerman #jean kirschtein #connie springer #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #attack on titan #attack on titan fic #shingeki no kyojin #my writing

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kurapike · 5 months

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got a headache before armin showed up 😵‍💫

#marina im partially doing this for you <3 #also forgot the war after the festival is so agonizing and upsetting i sure as hell was probably only focusing on armin + jean + mikasa #back then or i simply forgot. ch 50 modern au etc #sorry for speaking in riddles this whole thing is so deeply rooted in the most inner parts of my soul i just talk abt it in a language #of its own #x #snk

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wheresmyfuckintea · 2 years

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"This world is cruel. And also very beautiful."

Mikasa Ackerman - Attack on Titan

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hi-imkaiya · 2 years

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you can view eremika as best friend's, protectors, or possible partners... just don't mistake them as sibling-like.

anyone that has a sibling should see that mikasa nor eren treat eachother as siblings. yes they are found-family but that does not mean they are siblings, simply that they are eachothers family.

one thing you can't deny is that they are family.

also in ch. 123 mikasa's answer wouldn't have changed anything in the long run, just because eren has always been that way, he wouldn't abandon the people of paradis nor armin. of course eren would've loved to have actually heard a real confession from mikasa... but the answer "you are family..." is still an honest answer, because eren is family. eren understands and knows that they are each others family, but he wants mikasa to define what they have, to come to the full realization of her feelings. its more of a consenting from mikasa for eren to be outward with his feelings. unfortunately mikasa stumbles and gives eren only half the truth.

ah, tragic lovers...

#eremika #eren aot #mikasa ackerman #mikasa aot #ch 123 aot #ch 123 snk #attack on titan eren #shingeki no kyojin mikasa #eren and mikasa

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levisjinchuriki · 1 year

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insatiable

summary: armin is inexperienced in every way. he’s never been on a date, had his first kiss, has never been touched… armin wants it to be with someone special. someone like you.

warning: armin fluff, confessing feelings, innocent!armin, virgin!armin, mentions of religion, armin secures his first date ever

word count: 2.1k - ch 1

armin’s religion is something precious to him, however, he doesn’t agree with every limitation. he prays everyday and attends church on sundays, but he doesn’t believe in waiting until marriage. his main ideology is saving himself for someone special. he doesn’t want to have flings with people just for the sake of it. he wants to have a meaningful connection with someone first before trying anything. along with this idea, armin is incredibly shy. hence why he’s still a virgin and entering his second year of college. that fact doesn’t bother him, but it confuses the hell out of his friends.

armin is human. he obviously feels the same urges everyone else does but he chooses his beliefs over the fleeting thoughts. he’s not one to cave into peer pressure. his friends have tried to take on the role of his wingmen a few times before to try to get girls to talk to him, but he’s always politely declined their offers. one time eren had successfully talked a girl into going on a date with armin. when he heard about the plan armin approached her and apologized for his friend’s behavior.

armin is an introvert. he likes to be in the comfort of his own room listening to music, watching a movie, studying, reading his bible… he doesn’t get out much. the only people he hangs out with are the friends he’s had since he was a child. much to their surprise, eren and mikasa convinced armin to go out with them tonight. it’ll be his first time attending a house party in a while. the music is always too loud and way too vulgar for his taste. he doesn’t drink. he doesn’t smoke. he’s too timid to talk to strangers. nothing about the environment screams armin arlert.

other than his friends, the only thing he likes at this party is you. he likes how you show off your intelligence in philosophy class, how kind you are when you tell the professor to have a good night, how pretty you look when you smile… armin has thought about you quite a bit the last few weeks. he has a bit of a crush on you. it’s a new feeling for him, he’s never had a proper crush on someone before.

when armin thinks of you his thoughts of you are always pure. he wonders what it’s like to be the one to make you laugh, take you on a date, maybe even hold your hand while he walks you home…

“is that a purity ring?”, you ask. your voice is a bit loud as you try to talk over the music and other people’s conversations. you shift your weight on the couch as you lean down to get a better look at the piece of jewelry on armin’s finger. you’re careful not to spill the drink you’re holding as you look closer. armin looks down at his hand as you inspect it. you’ve never seen one before.

armin isn’t sure when his crush on you began. he could feel his heart race whenever you entered a room and how his eyes automatically shut when he caught a whiff of your perfume. he’s only known you since the semester started. although you’re in the same class, he hasn’t had an opportunity to talk to you just yet. while he doesn’t know much about you, armin can tell you’re out of his league. he knows you're beautiful and intimidating and he’s just armin. nothing was really special about him.

“it is”, he answers you, voice timid. when you sit back up he nervously clasps his hands together. he’s not embarrassed of his faith one bit. he’s proud to say he believes in a higher being. armin just isn’t one to crave attention and your question had inadvertently caused some heads to turn.

“so you’ve never had sex?”, you ask. you’re trying to be respectful. you aren’t asking in an attempt to humiliate him, you’re genuinely curious. armin is very handsome, sweet, charming, smart… you wonder how no one has had the chance to be with him yet. he’s such a catch.

armin meets your eyes, then looks behind you. mikasa and eren are looking at him expectantly. they’re sure armin has never been intimate with anyone before, but he’s never confirmed it. he’s not sure what his friends will say about it. armin hesitates to answer. he looks back down at his ring and plays with it.

you scold yourself for embarrassing him. this is not a conversation to have so publicly. you down the rest of your drink before leaning into armin, closer this time.

“come with me”, you whisper into his ear. goosebumps run down his arms at the feeling of your breath against his skin. before armin has time to respond, you hold his hand and lead him away from the living room. armin notices that his much larger hand swallows yours.

eren and mikasa give each other a look as you both leave the couch. they know about your crush on each other.

armin desperately follows close behind you, not wanting to get lost in the sea of drunk college students. his hands already feel clammy in your grasp.

“where are we going?”, he asks as you both make your way upstairs. armin purposefully keeps his gaze up, being respectful and not looking down at your hips as they sway in front of him.

instead of answering him you guide armin into your bedroom and shut the door behind you. it’s much quieter here. all that can be heard are the muffled conversations from below and the bass of the music.

armin wipes his palms on his pants, feeling a bit on edge. he’s never been inside a girl’s bedroom before. he makes sure not to snoop around. it wouldn’t be very respectful of him. armin fidgets with his ring while he waits for you to break the ice. you watch him as you lean with your back pressed against your door, wondering what’s going on inside his head. his blonde bangs cover his forehead, but you still notice that he keeps his eyes on the floor, careful not to pry. how thoughtful.

“i thought we could have more privacy here”, you explain. armin smiles gratefully at you, but quickly averts his gaze again. you’re not sure if he’s upset with you, but you decide to apologize anyway to cover your bases. “i didn’t mean to embarrass you-”, you start.

armin shakes his head at your apology. “please”, he interrupts you. “it’s okay, really”. he doesn’t think you have anything to apologize for. was the question intrusive? yes, but he knows you weren’t asking him with any malicious intent.

“you can ask me anything you want”, he tells you. armin’s blue eyes bore into yours. you nod and carefully select your words. you don't want to come off as ignorant for not understanding or too critical of him. you weren’t a virgin yourself, but you definitely were not a pro. you were just picky.

“is it a religious thing?”, you ask. armin considers your question for a moment. he tilts his head to the side as he thinks.

“yes and no. my faith says not to be intimate with anyone until marriage. it’s a nice sentiment, but i don’t intend to wait that long”, armin pauses to collect his thoughts. “i’m waiting to give myself to someone i trust completely. and maybe even grow to love” he says sweetly. there’s crinkles next to his eyes as he smiles, thinking about his beliefs. a smile appears on your own lips at his answer. you didn’t expect him to say something so innocent.

“i admire that”, you tell him. he looks away and tries not to blush at your comment. surely armin had to have girls falling over each other to get a chance with him. what’s not to like?

“so that means you’ve done everything leading up to sex, right?”, you ask expectantly.

armin shakes his head. “not exactly”, he places a hand behind his neck. “i’ve never done anything before”, he answers truthfully. armin doesn’t say anything after his confession. you take a moment to look at him. he’s so sweet and gentle. he isn’t the heartbreaker type and is definitely not one to have a one night stand. he’s mature, unlike most people at this age. he knows what he wants and is willing to wait for the right time.

you can’t hide the surprised look on your face. in college everyone has had their first kiss, first relationship, maybe even first heartbreak by now. it’s so rare to find someone who hasn’t experienced anything at all. you hate to admit it, but the thought of being his first is intriguing. a bit naughty, too.

you speak before you can stop yourself. “do you want to?”, you ask. armin’s cheeks are crimson. “you said you were waiting to give yourself to someone you trust. i’m not saying we have to go all the way, but if you ever want to try a few things…”, your voice fades away as you try to explain your thoughts.

armin stands there, stunned at your offer. he’s never been given a proposition like this before. it’s a lot to consider. he wouldn’t be abandoning his faith, but he’s not in an established relationship with you. what if this situation goes south and it changes his feelings for you? what if it makes you see him in a negative light? armin doesn’t want to experiment with something as precious as you.

on the other hand, you do have a point. armin doesn’t know what he likes and dislikes. he won’t if he doesn’t explore himself. what if he’s a bad kisser and doesn’t know it? or bad at other things but isn’t aware because of his lack of experience?

the middle ground is you. he isn’t being pressured to do anything he doesn’t want to. you were just offering. he could say no and it would be entirely okay. but if he was going to try anything he’d want it to be with you.

“i know you like me, armin”. he looks away from you, feeling a bit embarrassed. “mikasa told me”, you inform him as you walk closer. he holds back his urge to cringe. of course she told you.

“don’t worry”, you coo as you rest your fingertips under his chin to tilt it up. armin’s eyes shift between yours. you're so close to him now. he holds his breath, feeling his chest tighten up a bit.

“i like you too”, you smile. armin can’t believe what he’s hearing. you actually like him? he stutters, not knowing what to say. with the way you’re looking at him he’s sure you’re telling the truth, but he’s hesitant to believe you. why would you like him?

armin remembers you’ve had a few drinks. he’s never tried it before so he’s not sure how it works. but he remembers hearing that sometimes people say things they don't mean, so he’s running with that idea.

“you’ve been drinking”, he states. surely the alcohol is to blame for the discussion you’re having. your smile doesn’t waver.

“i’m not drunk, armin. i’ve meant everything i’ve said”, you tell him sincerely. you drop your hand from his chin, giving him some space and time to think. armin spins his ring around his finger as he reflects on your conversation. he’s nervous, interested, scared, hopeful… he’s feeling a bit of everything right now.

“if we’re going to do this i think we should do it properly”. armin always thinks strategically. he doesn’t want this situation to blow up in his face later. he wants to make sure he does things the right way.

“properly?”, you repeat. you try not to seem so eager.

“well, i should take you out first, right?”, he asks, uncertain of his own question. a smile returns to your lips. just thinking about being with armin was making you giddy.

“are you asking me out on a date?”. he stutters again. it’s cute how he’s so easily flustered. you let him short-circuit for a moment before calling his name soothingly. your voice grounds him. armin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to center himself before speaking again.

“if you’ll let me, i’d like to take you on a date sometime”, armin says, much more calm than before. it’s your turn to blush. no one has ever made you feel so special in such a short amount of time. you’re more than happy to accept his offer.

“i’d love to go on a date with you”, you respond. armin’s blue eyes shimmer as he beams at you. he’s excited for what’s to come.

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sherewrytes · 10 days

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You're the baddest Girl

(I'll always want you part 3)

Link for part two here

Banner art by @Cafekitsune

Song inspo: Childish Gambino: LES

C.W: angst, drug use, drinking. MORE ANGST (sorry not sorry)

Ony strolled across campus thinking about his interaction with you. He knew he brought this upon himself by hooking up with Annie. He saw Annie walking across the courtyard heading to class. He ran up to her to ask her a simple question.

"Yo Annie wait up real quick!" Ony yelled. Annie stopped and turned to Ony and rolled her eyes. "How can I help you Ony. I have to get to class" "Yah yah whatev Imma be quick. Why did you come over to my place that day really."

Annie rolled her eyes and said "Oh you mean *giggles* Ony Ony Ony anyway. Im sure the question you wanna ask is why I told you about Y/N and that guy from her class. Honestly, it did look that way and Y/N was being vague about him when I asked. But then I realised she wasn't interested in him. Here's a fun fact to why I did it Y/N knew I was interested in you when we all met first week of Uni but she went out with you anyway so I dubbed her. Yah yah I'm wrong but *shrugs* Oh well. Anyway bye" Ony stood there in shock. All these years he didn't know Annie was being shady with you. He saw the signs but you and everyone said that's just how Annie behaves. Ony turns around and practicvally walk right into Mikasa who looks furious.

Ony immediately thought "Damn Kasa looks pissed tf off" Mikasa looked right passed Ony to Annie's back strolling gleefully to her class. "Ony tell me what I heard come out of Annie's mouth isn't real. cause if it is. I swear.." Mikasa pulled out her phone and called Eren to meet her on the other side of the courtyard. Ony wasn't in the mood for confrontation or drama, he wanted to go home, chill maybe go to Armin's party later to clear his head. Eren came over with the quickness with Connie in tow.

Mikasa started going off telling Connie and Eren about what she overheard from Ony's and Annie's conversation. "Ony, is what Mikasa saying the truth cause this changes the whole thing up." Eren said looking between Mikasa and Ony. Ony stared back at Eren then at Connie and Mikasa "It does but it doesn't I still cheated on Y/N regardless. It's..Anyway guys I gotta go home."

"To smoke weed and cry again." Connie blurted out. Ony stared at Connie and was ready to square up but then he knew Connie was just telling it to him straight, disrespectful but he knew connie was a real one especially to him. "Nah. I'm going to the mall to get a new fit. You guys know Armin parties are insane." "Oh, so you coming then" Eren said with a smirk. Ony laughed and walked off yelling "Like imma miss it."

Ony finally got home from the mall. He finally got his hands on the Spiderverse Jordan 1's he's been wanting. He got a Represent T shirt and a True Religion Jeans paired with His watch and chain and bracelet. He didn't know if you were gonna show or ot but he decided to not let it bother him too much. He sat out on his balcony and rolled up a blunt and scrolled through his IG. He saw the usual IG baddies in his DMs tryna move to him. He wasn't interested in dating anyone. He scrolled through his Spotify and pulled up Asap Rocky's -I Smoked Away My Brain and got ready for Armin's party.

Ony rolled up to Armin's party 11:30pm, blunt hanging out his mouth as usual. He was greeted by upper classman Hange, Levi, Zeke and others. He grabbed himself a shot of wreys and nephews and took it down in one go. He walked around looking for Eren or Armin to let them know he's here.

He found Mikasa, Sasha, Pieck, Eren, Connie and Jean chilling up near the makeshift DJ booth where Armin is shouting and acting a fool as usual. As he walks closer. His eyes connect with you. You were there with them laughing decked out in a short black dress paired with a pair of red heels.

Your eyes connected with Ony somehow you were both matching in some odd way, both wearing red. You were here to chill, turn up hang with friends and not beef with Ony. You did the mature thing and greeted him. Everyone around you looked a bit shook. You disregarded their reactions and took the blunt hanging from Ony's mouth and took a toke and handed it back to him.

He just stood there staring at you then he smirked. Annie walked into the fold and wrapped her hand around Ony's waist. You were seeing red. Before Ony rolled up Mikasa told you that Annie isn't to be trusted and she a messy ass hoe. You watched Ony glare down at Annie mouthing "WTF are you on". Your mind was running wild. Why is Annie all up on Ony like that? Are they fuckin'. You glanced at Mikasa who was already making her way over to Annie. Eren tried to pull her back, but she pulled away.

"Annie, really. You really trying to move to Ony after you fucked Y/N over." Mikasa was all up in Annie's face pointing her manicured nail at her temple. Before things escalated, Ony sighed and walked off knowing he didn't want to get mixed up in anymore drama.

At the same time, you were trying to understand what Mikasa meant by when she said Annie fucked you over for Ony. Mikasa slapped Annie across the face and they both immediately started scrappin'. Mikasa was beating the brakes and lights out of Annie.

Armin and Eren eventually pulled Mikasa off of Annie but not before they made sure Annie got her ass beat a lil. You questioned Mikasa on why did she jump Annie like that. You were calling her messy and all kinda nonsense then, Mikasa dropped the bomb she heard. "I'm messy, gurl that bitch Annie went to Ony knowing you weren't fucking around with your group partner to break you both up. Why cause she wanted Ony and you started dating him."

You stood there in shook. Your memory took you back to the first week of Uni were you both saw Ony and suddenly everything clicked. You wanted to swing on her immediately, but Mikasa already did that. You cussed Annie out, Annie looked like she didn't give one fuck about you cussing her out, so you jumped her ass. You stopped caring if Mikasa just jumped her. She deserved another beating for being disrespectful.

Annie was pretty strong; you knew that but the rage in you made you really go toe to toe with her. The fight only got separated because you tried to smash her head on the DJ booth. Connie pulled you away from her. Armin escorted Annie out the party while Eren, Sasha and Connie made sure you were okay checking you for bruising and other stuff.

Mikasa and Sasha took you to the upstairs bathroom to help you freshen up after the fight. Mikasa told you what she overheard from Ony's conversation with Annie in uni earlier. You always knew Annie was messy, but you didn't think she'd dog you for a man. You all let the bathroom and headed back to the group. Connie and Armin were choppin it rolling a fat ass blunt. You watched Eren leave the group saying he's gonna check on Ony.

Eren finally located Ony. He was sitting on top a semi short wall in back yard of Armin's yard, eyes low with the usual tint of red in them. Eren strolled over, rolling a joint in his hand, hopped up on the wall sitting next to Ony. Ony glanced at Eren from the corner of his eyes and said "Go keep Y/N company. I'm sure Mikasa spilled what Annie did. I'm good out here man."

Eren ignored Ony's words in favor of lighting the joint and passing it to Ony. Ony shook his head saying "I'm good man. Think imma head home. Tell Armin, thanks for the invite."

Ony hopped off the wall strolling back inside to go grab a water to sober up. He bumped into you. You looked a bit distressed. He knew you were taking the news badly. He wanted to comfort you, but he knows he was still part of the reason you were hurting. Ony tried to walk right pass you, but you pulled him back.

He turned,looked down at you, he sees you looking up at him with a look in your eyes begging him to stay. He knew he would regret it if he did something dumb by the end of the party but he decided to stick around.

You heard the bass thumping of Childish Gambino's song LES while you made out with Ony in the bathroom. You were leaning against the bathroom sink, arms wrapped up around Ony's neck, one of Ony's hand is wrapped around your waist the other gripping your jaw.

You really missed this but a part of you knew this wasn't right. You pulled away from him looking up into his eyes. It was low and red. He was faded, he was staring at you with so much emotion but also some desperation. "I just can't" you looked into his eyes saying. Ony pulled you closer against him, leaning closer to your ear saying, "Nobody else matters Y/N. Tell me what I can do to make you stay."

You stared at Ony, knowing you shouldn't have kissed him and started all this. It was wrong of you to do this to him. You were acting reckless. "I don't think we should continue this Ony. I'm sorry." You placed your hands against his chest to attempt to push him away so you can leave. Ony grabs both your hands in his, staring into your eyes. His eyes were getting glassy. "Stay with me please, Y/N. Please I'm sorry for sleeping with Annie, for causing you so much pain and heartache. I'm sorry I didn't express how badly us drifting apart hurt me. I'm sorry for everything y/n."

You waited so long to hear these words from him, but it felt late, right but late. You felt like you weren't sure if you both would ever come back from this. You pulled your hands from his and started walking away from him to exit the bathroom. You heard Ony blurt out behind your head, "Don’t you understand how much it would hurt me to see you go again. Why? Why are you running away from us?” Ony was up on you pushing the bathroom door closed again.

“I love you. And that’s why I have to leave.” You said to him attempting to leave the bathroom again “Well, I love you too and that’s why you have to stay.” you sighed, "Goodbye Ony. I hope you take better care of yourself." You left Ony standing in the bathroom alone.

Ony took a minute before he left the bathroom looking around the party for you. He ran into the Connie and Eren choppin playing pool and smoking.

Ony asked them both if they saw you. Connie responded "Yah she left with Sasha and Mikasa. She didn't look...wait what happened?" Ony relayed what just happened back to them both.

Eren sighed saying "Ony cause you're my bro and I love you man but you gotta drop it. it's gonna just turn toxic between you two." Ony felt his heart break again, this time worse than before. He really lost the one person he truly loved.

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I got one more part of this riddled with more angst it would be more of closure. Kinda maybe, who knows.

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AFTER DARK. Armin Arlert (CH. 4)

☰ pairings: Armin x Reader, Slight Eren x Reader

┌─ ✮⭒｡ story summary: Armin was tired of being seen as an innocent, goody-two-shoes, little flower boy. Instead, he wanted to be seen in a more romantic and…sexual light. You just couldn’t turn down a sweet boy like him, so you agreed to hone his charms and teach him special…skills.

And he turned out to be much more powerful (and hotter) than you'd ever expected.

└─ ✩⭒｡ story #tags: fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, friends w benefits, drama, jealousy, hurt/comfort, manipulative armin, virgin armin, loss of virginity, childhood friends, lots of tension, nerd armin, and then he glows up, love triangles, unrequited love, gaslighting, lots of buildup

☰ CHAPTER FOUR. armin's confidence

┌─ ✮⭒｡ chapter summary: You and Armin tackle one of his insecurities. Later that night, things somehow get a little too close for comfort.

└─ ✩⭒｡ chapter warnings: none

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Nighttime had fallen at a snail's pace—so horribly and painstakingly slow to the point where you had nothing to do at home but remind yourself about the fact that you had disappeared on Eren and Mikasa. Even worse, you'd left right after your last few text messages, specifically the one saying you had been there.

So far, nothing from either of them. You wondered if they'd even read what you had sent.

The moment you decided to finally apologize and fill them in on your whereabouts, your phone suddenly rang.

A call from Eren.

Oh, speak of the devil.

It had been two hours since you'd last seen him and since you'd last left with Armin. You hastily picked up his call with fumbling fingers.

"Where are you?"

His voice echoed loudly from your palms, gruff and agitated. He sounded more angry, more frantic than you were expecting, and you instantly felt the guilt creep into your veins. You would've called him sooner if Armin hadn't been engrossing you in an embarrassing story that he told a little too loudly at your restaurant table.

"I'm at home," you answered plainly.

"Sorry, I meant, where were you? Why'd you two leave Trost’s Kitchen?"

You wondered how he knew that you'd left their restaurant. It didn't take an idiot to take a look around and see how that all of the tables were occupied, but the confidence he spoke with unsettled you.

If he knew, then why hadn't he said anything earlier? You didn't blame him, though. He looked like he was having a good time. In fact, you hadn't texted for the same reason.

You were convinced it was as if he called you because he just wanted to hear the reason for himself—as if he insisted you had been somewhere else other than your home.

As if he'd expected you and Armin to run off.

You suddenly blanched at your thinking. You were sure the more rational reason was that Eren probably realized how busy and packed Trost's Kitchen was.

Jabbing at your volume button, you quickly explained, "I'm so sorry, Eren. The line there was long, so Armin and I ate somewhere else. I forgot to tell you earlier."

Then, nothing.

Nothing but the static of your phone and the distant hum of your air conditioning.

You were so, so guiltily aware of the silence on the other end of the line.

Glancing at your screen, you finally heard Eren's breath hitch amidst the drone of white noise. Then, a breath of hesitance.

"Oh really...?"

He paused.

"You two are always leaving us."

This time, you paused. Pressing your lips together, you let your entire face simmer into a slow confusion.

Always?

In the split second before you had left Trost's Kitchen, you hadn't been the slightest bit hesitant to leave, not when Armin had been holding out his hand so invitingly, but a greedy, Eren-shaped inkling inside of you had told you otherwise—told you that you would've been willing to stay.

You hadn't realized you were holding your breath until long after he'd finished his sentence.

Always…?

His words rang in your head again. You could clearly hear the disappointment in his voice and vividly picture that twitch of dejectedness on his face when something upset him.

"Eren, what do you mean?"

"You two just…always leave together. Out of nowhere."

He stopped himself for a second, and you could only assume he was ruminating over his words.

"Never mind, actually. It’s okay, don’t worry. We can eat together next time, okay? Night, Y/N."

Was he truly upset? You didn't think it was that big of a big deal, nor did you think he'd care. Things happen, right?

"Night, Eren."

You couldn't tell who hung up first.

Maybe it was all just a misunderstanding. Maybe you were too caught up in the scene, saw them both together, and ran with it. Maybe it was a friendly outing and that was the just nature of their friendship—when they were alone, at least.

The nature of their...friendship.

God, you were starting to overthink again.

How could you not when you had witnessed Eren, your best friend (who you liked a little more than a best friend), and Mikasa, your other best friend, getting along in a way that suggested they were more than friends?

Not that you had gotten uselessly butthurt and let it ruin your night, but it wasn’t something that you had expected.

You sighed. Today's evening ended in a certain guilt that you couldn't seem to scratch off. You guessed it’d be better to leave it alone. The night offered you good things, too, like Armin getting a haircut and treating you to dinner.

You needed to thank him for that some more. He had kept true to his words, made up for leaving, and bought you your favorite meal—without having to ask you where and what you wanted to eat.

Armin was such a sweet friend, wasn't he?

"Y/N, you can choose."

As soon as you had gotten off work the next day, you were quick to accept Armin's offer for a movie night. He was at your apartment to pick you up in a matter of minutes.

What was supposed to be a short visit to the supermarket for movie snacks turned into a long rendezvous to fulfill Armin's grocery shopping list. You were hoping he'd stop once you'd passed by the same frozen foods section for the third time, but he continued his trek down the aisle one more time.

Now standing blindly in the middle of a different aisle, you peered at the shelves of big-branded, colorful chip bags. From the corner of your eye, you saw Armin fiddle with a price tag holder as he awaited your response.

"Let's get these," you suggested, extending your hand.

Before you had the chance to pull the bag from the shelf, he reached it first, plastic crinkling in his hand as he tossed it into the cart.

"Good choice," he chimed.

The shopping cart was moving now, rattling in tandem with the taps of his shoes and the mellow syllables of his voice. Your steps fell into a rhythmic pattern next to his own.

Armin turned to you with a smooth grin. "Do you want to eat my mom's cooking tonight, or do you prefer we buy something? We can order your favorite again."

"Your mom's cooking, for sure. I've missed it."

He beamed, eyes creasing cheerfully at the corners. "I'll make sure she makes extra, then."

Armin sounded excited, almost boyish, and you could see the young, childish, long-haired Armin peeking through the cracks of his innocent smile.

As your eyes flitted away from his wide grin and creased eyes, you were reminded of his short hair. You didn't think you'd ever get used to his new haircut, or if you'll ever be not surprised when you see him. It was so weird—but so good.

He looked pretty.

You two were a short stroll away from checkout when you spotted someone you knew, lingering on their phone just a few steps past the cashiers and near the joint Starbucks cafe. Someone with a familiar head of buzzed hair and a stupid, lopsided grin.

"Connie?" you blurted, earning you a weird look from Armin. "Look over there. You wanna say hi?"

The cart rolled to a slow stop, metal rattling against the friction.

“That means he's going to be the first to see my hair."

You watched him run nimble fingers through his blonde tresses. A few odd strands stuck up comically, but if anything, you thought it made him look cuter. His face, strewn together with worried brows, fluttered closer to what you think was trepidation. And maybe, just maybe, you began to see a trace of familiar insecurity.

"Armin, are you still set on it being a surprise?" you jabbed. In return, he smiled shyly, as if you caught him in the act.

"It won't be a surprise after Connie sees. You know he won't keep quiet." Armin chuckled and shook his head. "I'm going to check out first. I'll meet you guys over there."

The smile he waved you off with was angelic. It pulled gently and sweetly at the corners of his lips, but…it was avoidant. Avoidant and insecure at the thought of someone seeing him.

You didn't get a chance to reciprocate it before he walked off.

"Connie!"

At the call of his name, Connie perked up, eyeing you as you strode to him. He was quick to shoot you an eager, crooked smile.

"Y/N? You're here, too? Didn't expect to run into you." Holding onto his Starbucks cup and still smiling, he tapped your arm as a sign of a friendly greeting.

Before you could even muster a reply, your mouth shut quickly, and you were met with the cold, wet feeling of his cup against your skin. You looked to your side, seeing water pellets trickling down the slope of your arm, wet from the condensate of his Starbucks drink.

In front of you, Connie burst out laughing, leaving you to glower at him.

You wiped at your damp arm with a grimace. "You dumbass," you chided.

Connie only laughed harder, loud and hearty, relishing your sour expression. "Sorry."

He most definitely was not sorry.

You glanced around, hoping that he'd either calm down or laugh quieter because he was attracting an unsettling amount of onlookers from the Starbucks nearby. Neither of those things happened when you hear the sound of Connie's "oh shit!" and the clamor of noisy ruckus and plastic.

You looked down. Connie had just dropped his store-bought container of rotisserie chicken.

Now, it was your turn to laugh. "Connie, why the hell do you have a whole rotisserie chicken?" You had seen it earlier, previously wedged between his arm and torso, but it had now fallen to a sad spot on the supermarket floor.

He rolled his eyes. "You already know Sasha is a pig."

You stood there stupidly with an equally stupid smile, shifting in your shoes as you scrutinized the way he picked up the container from the floor. Something weird always happened when you were around Connie.

"Oh yeah, Y/N, wanna come to my apartment on Saturday?"

You shot him a suggestive look, raising a brow. "Alone?"

His face twisted wryly, and he scoffed at your insinuation. "No! With everybody! Unless..." he challenged, but quickly shook his head when you clicked your tongue. "I was just about to tell the group chat. You coming?"

"Yeah," you began, watching him abruptly swivel around when the barista called his name. "I'll be there."

"That's my order." He motioned to the coffee shop, then glanced at the cup that was already in his hand. "I forgot to get Jean's drink."

You sighed. "You're so dumb that it's laughable."

He pretended not to hear you, but you saw that not-so-subtle eye roll. "Whatever, I'll text you the details, okay? See you!"

And Connie was off.

And you were suddenly startled by a voice behind you.

"Hi, Y/N. Connie left?" Armin shuffled up next to you, pushing the shopping cart that was now filled with grocery bags.

"Mhm," you hummed, "He just left."

"Aw, that sucks."

"Did you purposely avoid him so he wouldn't see your hair?"

He strolled past you, barely letting you catch a glimpse of his faint, smug, and cunning little smile. "No. Why would I do that?"

But the warm, sheepish laugh that betrayed him gave it all away. Like a contagious melody to your ears, you couldn't help but laugh along as you caught up to him.

The moment the two of made it past the exit doors, you were abruptly struck with the late-afternoon sunlight.

Summertime had been pretty relentless lately, and you never did like the hot weather. You were willing to push past that hate to enjoy the peaceful afternoon, but everything was far from your goal of peace. You couldn't quite shake off the downcast of bright light, the incessant screech of the rattling shopping cart against the bumpy pavement, and a new nagging thought in your head.

The walk to his car felt...oddly domestic.

You wondered if Armin was aware of it too, the way he coincidentally threw you a glance. You ignored the scrutiny of his curious eyes and faced ahead.

Attempting to distract yourself from your weird thoughts, you turned to Armin. "Connie wants us to hang out at his place on Saturday. We should go."

He nodded slowly in thought, lips curling into a pleased expression. "Sure. I'm free."

Against your better judgment, you disregarded how off-putting his smile looked, and how ominously his eyes glinted beneath the afternoon sun.

"I'll go anywhere you go," he affirmed.

His almost affectionate answer didn't phase you, not in the slightest, not until Eren's words from last night suddenly came crashing down on you.

You two are always leaving us.

Maybe Eren was right. Armin did seem to follow you wherever you go, and you to him. Even when he asked to hang out, you agreed in a heartbeat, and with Armin's admittance, there was nothing to deny about Eren's observation.

God, it really does seem like it, doesn't it?

You realized how much it had happened recently. Armin following you down Eren's stairs when you left to turn up the air conditioning. Armin taking you home after a day of cleaning at Eren's house. The two of you ditching Eren and Mikasa at the restaurant.

Oh, god, another wave of realization.

The air conditioning. Eren's backyard porch. Where it all started.

"Armin?"

"Yeah?" he mirrored, sparing you a curious blue-eyed glance, blinking away the glare of sunlight ricocheting off his pupils. He leaned in ever-so-subtly, attention tuning into you.

"Do you remember last Saturday? When we fell asleep at Eren's house?" You could see your silhouette in the reflection of his pupils, and you could only hope your worry didn't translate onto your face. "What did you say to Mikasa and Eren before you followed me?"

As the shopping cart took a sharp turn toward his car, it fell silent. The only indication that he heard you was his contemplative stare and the hesitant tremble on his lips.

"Um..." He pulled the trunk open, misty blue eyes distant and unblinking. "Nothing. I didn't say anything. Why? Did something happen?"

Eren's words resurfaced in your head once more.

You two are always leaving us.

You paled at the looming insinuation of you and Armin doing something more—being something more, and how it might've seemed that way to Eren. Knowing that Armin hadn't said anything and left on his own accord make it all the more suspicious.

You and Armin wouldn’t be anything more, right?

The rustle of plastic brought you back to the blonde boy beside you, absentmindedly sliding the shopping bags into the trunk.

Lifting a plastic bag from the cart, you dismissed his question, "No, nothing happened."

His lips curled into an understanding smile. At least, that was what you hoped it was.

Trunk slamming shut, you quickly shuffled away to open the passenger door, Armin following suit on his side. Before you could even fully sit down, you peered out the driver's window just in time to witness Armin getting knocked forward by the neighboring car door.

You heard a muffled "Ah!" escape his mouth as he clutched the shirt fabric of his back, and you didn't have time to register your initial shock when the culprit stepped out with hands over her mouth.

Hitch?

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking!" you heard, although still muffled, from inside the car.

Armin swiftly turned around, his shock replaced by even more as they met eye-to-eye.

"Hitch?" The corners of his lips twitched in surprise, bows furrowing incredulously.

Hitch returned his expression, eyes widening until you swear her lashes touched her eyebrows. She leaned closer to his face as her mouth hangs open. "Armin? Oh my God. You got a haircut? I haven't seen you in so long.”

Instinctively, his hand went to grasp his hair. "Oh, yeah...!"

Breathing out a soft laugh, she grinned. "Wow, it looks great. This is really different."

This was a strange situation; you were stuck inside Armin's car, listening and watching as he spoke to Hitch (meeting her was a coincidence in itself) while she was clueless about your presence. In a supermarket parking lot, no less. If Connie were still here (which was a coincidence that you'd met him here, too), it would've been a lot weirder.

Armin pressed his lips together into a shy smile as the apples of his cheeks reddened, discreetly flickering you a nervous glance through the car window. "Thank you," he mumbled.

At this, Hitch shook her head. "You're so cute and innocent. Still the same as ever."

You smiled to yourself. What an unusual compliment. You were sure she meant no harm, but judging by the tension in his stance and the reluctant twitch at the corner of his lips, you started to think it wasn't so harmless.

The moment he opened his mouth to reply, she quickly turned to the sound of her name being called from behind her.

"I gotta go now." She gestured to her friend. "What a coincidence we met here, right? See you, Armin."

With a slow, sure smile, Armin finally eased from his awkward position, offering her a friendly wave. "Yeah, see you."

He shot her one more glance, and then you were suddenly hit with three things all in the span of what you swore was just a second: the door clicking open, the door shutting close, and the shuffle of his thighs hitting the seat.

"What a coincidence," you echoed.

For a moment, it was quiet, only the distant rattle of metal shopping carts and the slamming of trunks. Armin stilled, tense hands hovering the wheel almost ghostly, shrewd eyes unblinking and staring into nothing.

"Is that how people view me?" Armin's voice rang out, a clear tenor resonating in the calm silence. His hands were now away from the steering wheel and instead shoved inside his pockets, fishing for his car keys.

As the jangling and clattering filled your senses, you were left with no other option than to question him. "What do you mean?"

He wedged his keys into the socket, twisting until the engine whirred to a start, overlapping the sound of his exasperation. "Is that how people view me? I'm just so...I'm so cute and innocent. I don't want that. I don't—I don't like that."

You finally saw it now. You saw the shell—the fragile, little shell that he hid behind all this time. It was so clear, so telling, so reminiscent of the timid boy that used to cling to you when his insecurities deluded him.

"It was nice to hear these types of compliments at first, but it feels demeaning now, as if...as if people are looking down at me and seeing some weak, geeky, innocent kid that doesn't know any better. Makes me feel...inferior."

God, you felt bad. You'd be a fool for not catching onto his self-esteem issues—everyone would be a fool for not catching onto his self-esteem issues, and yet no one did anything. It was there, lingering, but never long enough nor clear enough for a real conversation.

You turned away with a frown. "Then, what do you want to be seen as?"

He inhaled sharply, but his final breath is barely audible to you, fluttering out in a hesitant rhythm. His eyes were trained on the road as he squinted and pondered over his words.

This was the second time this week that you were wrapped up in a personal conversation in his car.

Remind yourself to be careful next time.

"I don't know. Just not what I am right now," he muttered. "I want to be confident and, and—"

For a quiet moment, you listened to Armin stumble over his words. And when he finally gulped, he continued in a weighty whisper as you leaned in.

"Not a nerd. Not a lame, good kid. I want to be appealing. I want to be seen in a confident light. In a—in a sexual light." He was almost gulping down his words, shy and uncertain and...embarrassed.

And you, on the other hand, felt your cheeks involuntarily heat up. There was nothing inherently dirty about his words; it was just that you wouldn't have guessed he wanted to be like that.

With a long sigh, you replied, "I understand you, Armin. Um, I've known you felt this way for a while."

You had to know. You were aware of his image. After all, you had seen him grow up, seen the way he talked to people, heard all the things people said about him. Being close to him, you were privy to a lot of his thoughts, a lot of the sides that most people didn't see.

Except for this one.

The romantic, sexual side of Armin. Gosh, you didn't think there was one. Not yet, at least. You needed to be the person who helped him build it.

Even as you pondered what'd he'd be like (Would he get a lot of attention? How would he talk to people?) your thoughts abandoned you and drifted back to that guileless, pure, pretty-boy face of his.

Maybe you were just like Hitch. Just like everyone else.

When you didn't hear him answer, you felt an aching jab of regret swell in your gut.

"Armin, how about…" You clasped your hands together, playing with your thumbs as you cast him a glance. “…we work on it right now?"

"Wh—"

The car suddenly swerved.

You yelped. It sent you rocking to the side, pressing you against the door momentarily and leaving you steadying yourself on the dashboard.

"Armin!"

"Wait, what?"

He sounded worried, voice faltering and cracking a pitch. He looked like he saw a ghost, wide, frantic eyes and mouth agape in a way that confused you as you sat dumbfounded.

"What was that?!" You snapped your head towards him.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry! It's just that—" He frowned nervously, apprehension washing over his face. "Work on what? W—what do you mean by that?"

You sent him a quizzical look, one that almost mimicked his, as he brought a nervous hand to scratch at his neck. "What do you mean?" You jabbed an accusing finger at him.

"Um, you said we should work on it. I thought you—thought you meant...me being seen in a sexual..." he stuttered, cutting himself off as shame seeped into his red cheeks. His mouth was pressed together, and his hand quickly came to card through his hair anxiously. "Oh, God. Never mind."

Oh my God. You felt your face heat up and flush, and you couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or the dirty weight behind his words. He was next to you, shoulders tense and a flustered frown, and you instinctively averted your gaze to the window beside you.

"No, no! I mean, like, we can work on your confidence!" You shook your head. Gosh, how do you even recover from this? "You know, practice talking."

"Oh, oh. Yeah, um, we can do that. I'm so sorry," he rambled, a deep—almost shamefully deep—blush still dusting his cheekbones. Armin rolled his shoulders in what seemed like an attempt to relax, and you unconsciously mirrored him in turn.

"Okay, first, from what I saw with you and Hitch, make eye contact. It's just good to engage, and you'll look more confident. Simple, right?"

"Eye contact. Got it.”

"Let's practice, then." You humored him with a challenging stare. "Right now."

"Right now? But I'm driv—"

"Now."

His head immediately swiveled to you, and Armin briefly met your gaze, fear etched into his crinkled eyes, but the moment ran short-lived before the car swerved slightly. Again.

"Sorry! I got nervous." Armin's worry quickly dissipated into agitation. "I shouldn't have listened to you, Y/N,” he sighed.

You burst into laughter, releasing your hand from where it was clutching the door. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I just wanted to mess with you."

Armin huffed in regret, but his pressed lips soon succumbed to that familiar, genuine smile. You knew he was weak to your jokes.

"Okay, you ready for the next thing?" You looked at him for affirmation, and he gave you a cute nod. "Next, talk to people like you already know them, like you're already friends. I guess just...try to open up."

"How?"

"Hm, you can tell them about yourself. Depending on the situation, try filling the other person in on what just happened. Don't be afraid to joke around and be sarcastic. But, still be nice about it, you know, be you."

"Oh, okay okay."

"Oh! And another little thing, mirroring is good. If someone asks you a question, ask it again, and then answer it. It's more of like a teasing thing."

As the familiar array of brick walls and wood paneling and colored roofs filled your field of vision, you realized you were in Armin's neighborhood now. It was peaceful here—it always had been—and you were suddenly reminiscing about your childhood weekends playing on Armin's front lawn.

"I'll use you and Hitch as an example. You'll be Hitch, and I'll be you, okay? Ask me if I got a haircut."

He chuckled and flashed you a curious look. "Okay. Did you get a haircut?"

"A haircut? Yeah, got it yesterday. Feels weird, I've never had my hair this short before."

Armin's head drooped in laughter—and maybe embarrassment, bringing a hand to push back his bangs as he lifted his head. "Wow, amazing acting, Y/N." The car lightly rocked when he turned into his house's driveway, and his eyes drifted to your expectant stare.

"What, you don't like my haircut?" Your lips curl into a frown, and you batted your eyelashes innocently, a likely awful attempt at pleading. You cocked your head to the side.

He briskly shook his head, stammering, "No! No, I think it's great! Wait I mean—" Armin caught himself, smiling and laughing bashfully to himself as he twisted his car keys from the engine. It whirred to a baritone stop. "This isn't even real." He laughed.

His laughter contaminated you, sweetly ringing through your ears. "See, those are the kind of jokes you should make. It sort of flusters the other person. But don't do the face I made. That was a joke."

Unbuckling his seatbelt, Armin grinned wryly. "Trust me, I won't."

Before unbuckling yours, you punch him lightly in the arm. "Real funny, Armin. I like this sarcastic side of you."

The two of you stumbled out of his car, and the snap of the trunk door, the click of the doorknob, and the ruffle of grocery bags all passed in a moment you barely remembered.

Nighttime approached, and this time, it fell much faster and much more pleasantly than yesterday.

With the hours ticking by, you found yourself snuggled next to Armin, arm-to-arm and thigh-to-thigh beneath the weight of soft blankets and the drone of the TV. Some typical, cheesy romance drama. It was your last resort really, and he insisted that you both watch something new.

Armin was mindlessly holding the bowl of chips, fingers laying loosely around the rim as the contents almost tipped over. But you didn’t fix it; instead, you reached out a hand and plucked a chip from the bowl. He looked disoriented, almost entranced—a little too entranced—by the television screen.

By now, his parents had been long asleep. It was just you two in the dim light of his living room.

Just the two of you.

God, you were a hypocrite.

After what felt like an hour of stillness, you finally broke the silence.

"That's going to be you and Annie one day." You pointed at the screen.

Armin stole a glance at your face with sleepy, lidded eyes, pupils shrinking and dilating in the change of light. He peered back at the TV. It was the main couple, who finally kiss after a million episodes. The scene was corny, fake even, and the actors barely looked like they were really kissing.

He snorted. "That's if I get her to even fall for me. I doubt I have what it takes." A sigh slipped from his lips.

"Armin, I don't know what you're so insecure about. I know you have what it takes. And you're good-looking, too, okay?" You ran a hand through his blonde locks. "Promise."

Armin sank into your touch, the weight of his head heavy in your palm. "Feels good when you say that," he murmured.

An unconscious, courteous smile rose to your lips. A beat of silence passed, long enough for you to zone back into the show.

"Y/N?"

You craned your neck to him. "Hm?"

He was already facing you, nose a hair's breadth away from yours. Something curious swam beneath his pupils, startlingly intense and illuminated by the blinding light of the television.

"Would you—" He pulled away tentatively, gulping hard, and then he was quickly back onto you, inching even closer. This time, you feel a ghost of a touch grazing the tip of your nose.

Here it was.

You knew it was coming. You knew he was going to ask you a question—something so personal, so heavy—that only seemed to unfurl when you and he were alone. And you could do nothing but push aside the growing anxiousness that gnawed at your thoughts.

A breath of nervousness, and he resumed.

"Would you ever help me...physically?"

It came out in a hushed, uncertain whisper. His breath swept over your lips, a feeling that made you realize how intimate this was—how you two were so, so close.

You felt your eyebrows raise, because of the short distance from your lips, the way he gulped—the way you gulped, you were starting to think this might lead to something else. He only inched closer.

"What—" you stuttered. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm not really experienced in that—in that, you know, that kinda stuff." His eyes, bright and blue, slowly dragged down to your lips, then back up instantly. There was a new fear in his pupils, like he wasn't supposed to do that. "And—and I don't want to seem inexperienced in front of Annie."

At this point, you averted your gaze, but you didn't move. No, you wouldn't dare.

"Y—yeah," you breathed. "I would."

His face lit up, so subtle that you only caught it because you were this close to him. And it was warm—it was warm, his hand that was gently and carefully sliding onto your thigh. He looked so pure, so friendly. If friends even do this.

"Really?"

You didn't even realize you had said yes. Your mind was clouded, teetering a fine line between hazy and even hazier. Your heart palpitated against your chest.

His lips ghosted over yours. No, even closer than that. Your lips were just scarcely pressed against each other, almost like the drama scene you’d just watched.

It was going to happen, and you'd willingly let it happen. You closed your eyes.

And then you heard something buzzing.

Your eyes snapped open, and your gaze landed on the caller ID displayed on Armin’s phone, the brightness of its screen harsh against the darkness of the room.

A call from Eren.

No fucking way.

You reeled back in a daze, fingertips tingling with the aftershock of nervousness. You gripped the blanket with your other hand until it numbed the sensation, hoping it would ground you from what just happened.

Or what almost happened.

And Eren just called. How ironic.

Armin was a little ways off from you, cursing lowly under his breath as he accepted the call. But you sat there. You didn’t listen; their words filled your ears like cotton.

Armin shifted farther from you, head leaning into his phone. The blanket slipped down a little, and a chill ran up your spine and a wave of goosebumps hit you. Goosebumps that you swore had already been there from before.

Was this it? Was this the practice he was referring to in the car?

No, no, definitely not—you knew he meant much more.

If you learned something today it was that one, you'd gotten a good scope of how he was with a girl, and two, you'd been a breath away from kissing.

From kissing. You almost kissed Armin Arlert, your best friend that you promised to help.

You pursed your lips.

Y—yeah. I would.

You couldn't go back on your word now.

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Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Story Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Thirteen: Ready

When you wake up Levi is no longer next to you. You see the imprint his body left, his spot still warm when you move your hand over it. You yawn and remember its Monday and it's time to get back to reality.

You pad to your room to start getting ready, hearing Levi in the kitchen. You've never been up when he makes his morning tea, so you lean your elbows on the railing to watch him.

He doesn't notice you're watching him, thank God. You watch as he steeps his tea, his hair a bit damp from his morning shower. He's wearing a white t-shirt and his dress pants, his biceps perfectly pooling out of the sleeves.

He takes a sip of his tea, nodding in approval. Then, he grabs another mug. He pours the tea from the kettle to the mug, your mug. Your eyes grow wide as you almost run to your room, trying to pretend as if you didn't just watch an intimate moment.

Levi knocked with his index finger, to which you let him in. "I had a feeling you would wake up when I got up." He handed you the mug. "Get ready fast, we have an important meeting today."

You nod and take the mug from his hands, letting your fingertips glide across his. He turns away and closes the door behind him.

You finish getting ready, your outfit consisting of a pencil skirt that hugs your curves just right,a blouse tucked in with balloon sleeves, and a pair of heels.You lift your hair to put on your jewelry, to which you're reminded of last night. "Fuck." You sighed, turning to your closet. You find a cute turtleneck and a pair of slim dress pants that are equally as nice on your figure as the skirt. You slip on a pair of flats and pull your tote bag over your shoulder.

When you see Levi at the door, you see a peek at a bruise you left for him. It's nothing major so no one will notice.

Hopefully.

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"How was the conference?!" Eren and Mikasa walked to your desk. "Mr. Ackerman looks super tan, and so do you!" Eren said.

"It was boring, but nice to be in the sun for a few moments." You nod, opening your laptop. "How was your week without me?"

"I certainly missed you." Mikasa gave you a warm smile. She has a face similar to Levi's, her eyes just a bit bigger. "Leaving me with all of these men..."

"Hey, you had Hange!"

"They don't count. They can be just as disgusting as the men that work here."

You watch Levi glare at Eren and Mikasa as he walk into his office, immediately shutting the door behind him.

"What's his deal?" Eren tilts his head.

"He's moody. It runs in the family." Mikasa laughs.

You hear a ping from your laptop, informing you of a message.

Levi Ackerman: My office. Now.

You gulp and close your laptop, making your way to his office only a few feet away from you.

"Something wrong, Mr. Ackerman?"

"I just wanted to prep you on our meeting today." He gestures you to sit. "This is a big deal we could have, meaning we can build luxury housing downtown. But it would be affordable housing, and it would be staying at the same rent until the tenant moves out."

"That sounds really nice." You nod. "Are the investors not nice people?"

"They are... they just, have other people that want to build. So we need to make sure we secure that deal."

"Got it." You stand up from your seat. "I'm sure you'll do great, Levi." You could tell he was visibly nervous.

He only nods, motioning his head towards the door so you can leave.

The meeting is after lunch, so you sit and chat with Hange, Erwin, Eren, and Mikasa during your meal time.

"You tan so well!" Hange looked at your skin up close. "And your skin, wow, almost no pores!"

"Four-eyes, can you please look up what personal space is and then practice it." Levi entered the room. You watch as he steeps more tea before turning your focus back to the conversation.

"I'm just saying! Did you get any good info from the conference?"

"It was quite boring." You sip your water. "I'm glad it was in Mexico, though. The sun is different there."

"I bet."

Levi quietly exits the room without a word.

"Did you see the hickey on his neck?!" Eren half whispered, half yelled.

You froze. How the fuck did he see it?

"Maybe it was from Petra. She's always gawking at him when he walks by. Maybe he finally gave her a chance." Eren nudged Mikasa with his elbow. "He's your cousin, ask him!"

"Eren you seem to forget that I'm not nearly as nosy as you are. That's his business. If it's Petra, good for him."

You ate your salad, not wanting to make any remarks towards the conversation. Could Eren put 2 and 2 together as to why you're wearing a turtleneck and Levi has a hickey?

No. But Erwin and Mikasa definitely can.

When you look up, Erwin is already staring at you. He's smirking as he takes his last sip of his coffee before washing his mug in the sink. "I'll see you after the meeting." He waved goodbye to the table.

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The investors meeting went perfect, and Ackerman Inc had a new client and a new project for affordable housing. You took notes as you always do, observing Levi as he presented. He's so poised and professional, the words coming out of his mouth sounding so... beautiful together. He's very charming, when he wants to be.

"Hey," Erwin gently pulled on your forearm. "Can you come to my office for a minute?"

"Yes, sir." You nod, following Erwin. You turn around and see Levi watching you leave, his eyes slowly dragging up from your ass to your eyes.

"I know what's going on." He closed the door gently behind him. "Levi tells me everything, but I want to make sure you're okay."

"What did he tell you?"

"That you two made an arrangement. He pays you a bit more on the side for spending time with him."

"Mhm." You nod.

"Are you okay with that? Levi is a rather cut and dry type of man."

"Yes. We both win in the end."

"He likes spending time with you." Erwin crosses his arms over his chest. "He hasn't said that to me out loud, but I know he does. So whatever you're doing, great job. He's a bit nicer when he's here."

"I'm just... being his assistant, I guess." You shrug.

"I know that hickey was you, by the way." Erwin said as you opened the door to leave. "And you must have a pretty big mark since you're wearing a turtleneck."

"See you later, Mr. Smith!" Your cheeks burn red as you leave his office.

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"Let's celebrate tonight!!" Hange put her fists in the air. "We got our biggest contract yet! Drinks on Levi!"

"I didn't volunteer for that. But sure, a couple of rounds on me." His voice was low as he leaned on the doorframe of his office, looking onto the floor of people.

"Really, Mr. Ackerman?! Are you gonna come out with us?" Armin smiled as he grabbed his bag.

"I'll make an appearance later."

"Let's plan to meet at 730 at the new bar down the street - I think it's called Trost?" Hange pulled out their phone. "Yeah, Trost. See ya'll there!"

"Levi, are you seriously going?" You say as the elevator descends.

"Yeah, I'm in the mood to celebrate." His eyes are glued to his phone when the door opens. You see Petra at the front desk, not a hair out of place. You can't help but feel some sort of way when you walk by her knowing that she's drooling over Levi.

He's not yours though, so no reason to get upset.

"Have a good night, Mr. Ackerman!" She waved. "You too!" She said your name with a smile.

Levi didn't say anything though, he just watched as the valet pulled up with his car and he opened the door for you. You took his hand, his thumb gently rolling over your knuckles. It was a fast, soft touch, but it made your heart skip a beat.

"Are you coming tonight?" Levi asked as he pulled out of the parking garage.

"Yeah, might as well have a bit of fun, right?"

"Mm." He nods, resting one hand on the wheel while the other lays on his thigh. You can't help but wish his hand was on you at this moment. "Well we should celebrate. Because of everyones stats, the clients were impressed. I've been bugging Jaeger for months to get his shit together, so I'm glad he pulled through when we needed it the most."

After you got home, you looked over your closet, not sure of what to wear. You settle on a black satin midi skirt with a slit on the side, paired with an off the shoulder black sweater and a pair of platform heels. You pile on the makeup on your neck, making sure its barely noticeable. It'll be dark anyways. You styled your waves and accessorized with small chunky gold hoops and a necklace with your initial on it. Then, you grab the bag Levi got you in Mexico. Your fingers hover over the embossed 'L'.

"Are you ready?" Levi leaned onto your doorframe. He looked... handsome. Casual handsome, but so, so handsome. He's wearing a black t-shirt, but it's textured so it gives it some life, and black jeans. He paired it with black loafers that looked like they have never been worn. Your eyes scan his body, just as his do yours. You watch his eyes devour your curves - that he can see anyways - all the way down to your shoes. The slit in your skirt exposes your thigh, which is undoubtably Levi's favorite part of your body.

He loved the way your thick thighs felt on his legs, around his waist, against his head - everything about them. Especially the plush, sensitive skin on the inner thigh. His eyes quickly jumped back to yours as he cleared his throat, waiting for your answer.

"Ready."

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enretrogue · 3 months

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𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ATTACK ON TITAN (SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN):

Multi-Character

Fluffy HCs Pt. 2 (Porco, Colt, Zeke, Reiner) — @spiteless-xo

‘Cause I Got My Love to Keep Me Warm (Eren, Mikasa, Porco) — @violetarks

Trigger Finger (Levi, Connie, Porco) — @ilyluffy

Their Favorite Body Part (Erwin, Eren, Armin, Porco, Reiner, Levi) — @tonilovessushi

College Majors (Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Porco, Reiner, Levi, Zeke) — @scumbagjaeger

Them w/ a Cling S/O (Mikasa, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Annie, Reiner, Porco, Marcel, Pieck, Levi, Hange, Erwin)— @420ruffy

Telling Him You’re Pregnant (Zeke, Eren, Porco, Reiner) — @marsbutterfly

Expecting (Levi, Eren, Porco) — @xokiddo

Poly Relationship (Porco + Reiner) — @vainilla-milk

Porco Galliard

Tired Porco Doesn’t Know Where He’s Laying — @mommypieck

Vacation w/ Porco — ^

Porco and Big Tummies — ^

Suddenly Becoming a Dad ⎢ As a Dad — @spiteless-xo

General NSFW HCs — ^

Make Me a Father — @roseofdarknessblog

Suffering the Consequences — ^

Northern Lights — ^

Everything Will Be Okay — ^

NSFW Alphabet — @scumbagjaeger

Breeding Kink (but make it angsty) — ^

College!Porco HCs — ^

How Do You Call Your Loverboy — @cafedanslanuit

Fitness Instructor Porco Galliard — ^

Blurb — @we-are-so-close

So Happy — ^

Yandere(ish) Porco Smut — ^

Game Over — @yeagerdaydreams

Off to Sleep — ^

Kind Regards, I’m Quitting — @persistent-peach

Red Tape — ^

Dad!Porco — @xokiddo

Protective!Porco — ^

Sugar Daddy!Porco — ^

Halloween Prompt — ^

Fan Service — @thegetoufather

Rugby Player Porco — ^

Pink Shorts — @fierydiamond

You Belong With Me— ^

Precipice ⎢ Ch. 2 — @mochalate

Blurb — @tangerinexwrites

“That’s for acting like a fucking brat today” — @fscottcatsgerald

Brat Taming — @nixie-writes-aot

Photo Album — @vainilla-milk

Porco Comforting You After Seeing Your Ex — @dabilove27

My Princess — @angelsdevils

HCs for Porco — @missmeinyourbones

No Strings Attached — @mvrtaiswriting

Husband!Porco ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 ⎢ Part 4 — @lostinwildflowers

Brother’s Best Friend — @oneoftheextras

That’s My Smart Girl — @toorusluvr

Sister Fucker — @ilyluffy

Riding Porco HCs — @ackermansupremacy

Blood ‘n Guts — @luvhotline

BF!Porco Texts ⎢ Part 2 — @plutowrites

Your Daughter Calls Porco “Dad” — @tinyjeanmarco

Worth It — @literaltrashforeverything

Scratch — @whats-her-quirk

Porco Boyfriend Tweets — @re1nerisms

Show Him Who You Belong To — @jean-kayak ༝༚༝༚

Porco Having a Crush on You HCs — @bubbleteaimagine

THE GRAY MAN:

Court Gentry/Sierra Six

Polaroid — @renren-006

His Bonnie on the Side — @wiidvw ༝༚༝༚

Thoughts on Sierra Six as a Romantic Partner — @drivinmeinsane

We’ll Always Have Cuba — @companionjones

THE LAST OF US:

Joel Miller

Live From New York — @cowgurrrl

Beautiful Girls — ^

Love You — ^

Unknown — ^

I’m Still Standing — ^

My Girls — ^

Lucky — ^

Girls on Film — ^

I’m Just Ken — ^

Please Come Home For Christmas — ^

So This Is Love — ^

NCIS:

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Busted — @writeandsurvive

Babysitting — ^

Birthday Imagine — @kdogreads

Blind Dates — ^

Are You Done? — ^

Ain’t Woman Enough — ^

Annoyance — @lizzyk137

Surprise — @encryptidone

We Keep This Love In a Paragraph — @chiefdirector

You Ain’t Alone — @ash-whimsicalfanfic

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yuzukahachimir · 5 months

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SxF CH 91 SPOILER ALERT

Yor giving us Mikasa's vibes carrying all these object.

Powerfull women.

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arminsumi · 1 year

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Hello Jay! I love your work~. Specially if it’s about Armin! He deserves more love 🥹

If it’s not much to ask, could you do headcanons or whatever you want about either Eren and/or Mikasa being a wingman for Armin?🤣 I was quite inspired by your take on him having a crush on MC and everyone supporting him. And I just thought Eren would be bold enough to casually ask MC what do they think/like about Armin, something like:

Eren: “What’cha doin’ MC?” MC: “Oh! I’m trying to decide what to give Armin on his birthday, perhaps a new sweater or a travel bag? 🤔 Eren then pulls a random T-shirt “what about this?😒” knowing damn well his bestie wouldn’t like it, just to see if MC pays attention to Armin and cares about him 👀👀👀. MC: “Hmm, but Armin doesn’t like short sleeved anything… which is a shame because he has really nice arms” 🫣🫣🫣. Eren : 👀👀👀. ………………………………………….. Eren: “MC thinks your arms are sexy as f*ck.”Mikasa: “And that you look hot in blue and tan colors”. Eren: “so stop with this insecurity sh*t.”😒. Armin: “Guys?! Wha- how?! …. S-so, do you think I h-have a ch-chance?🥺🤯😳🫣

GIGGLING AND BLUSHING AND KICKING MY FEET I LOVE THIS!

Ty for your req and kind words! Though, I'm so sorry it took a while :(

My Boy

Drabble / A. Arlert

Wherein Eren and Mika help out Armin, who is madly crushing on you and needs to know what you think of him.

Cws; fluff, pre-est relationships (friends)

Notes; gn!reader, modern au

At the mall

"What about this one?" Eren asked, pulling out a grey tank top from the clothing rack.

"Eren!" You scolded, "You're his best friend, you should know that Armin hates grey! And he despises tank tops, well... he despises anything that shows his arms..." You sighed, "Which is a pity, he has such toned arms."

"Oh?" Eren hummed, his face giving no hint to his inner smirk.

He pulled out his phone while you continued searching the clothes racks.

Eren : armin y/n said u have toned arms

Armin : haha no she didn't

Armin : ...

Armin : WAIT SHE REALLY SAID THAT?

While Armin had a a joyful meltdown over this in his bedroom, you showed Eren the outfit that you assembled.

"He looks incredible in shirts... and this blue is just like the blue of his favorite cardigan, don't you think!" You beamed excitedly.

Although Eren hates the word 'cute', at the time it was the only word he could ascribe to your affections for his best friend. Sometimes he's wanted to tell you how much he appreciates how happy you make Armin, but he's not one to be sentimental.

At your apartment

"I got him this, and this..." You beamed, showing off the outfit that you had bought for Armin.

"Oh, but does he like those colors?" Mika tested.

"Of course! He loves blue!" You shook your head, and then looked happily at the sweater.

"He's gonna look so good in this..." You swooned, "I'm a real sucker for the shirt-under-sweater look... it's so hot, I mean, especially on him. Don't you think it's a good look?"

"Eh, it's alright." Mika shrugged.

At the cafe

Eren and Mika met up at the cafe, the one that was above the bookstore that Armin worked at.

"There's no way Y/n said that I'm hot! You definitely misheard that..." Armin blushed, cupping a coffee cup with both hands.

He stared into the inky liquid.

"No, that's what they said almost verbatim." Mika reassured.

Eren chimed in, "And they like your arms, and said they were toned." he said, wiggling his one brow. It was a goofy looking thing for such a deadpan face to do.

"No way..." Armin smiled to himself. He got a little lost in happy thoughts, so just sat quietly staring into his coffee.

"So, okay, be honest, you two. Do you think I have a chance with Y/n?" He asked unsurely, "I don't want to mess up our friendship..."

"Yeah, obviously." Eren rolled his eyes annoyedly. They'd already gone over this so many times before, but Armin never really believed it until they put forth evidence like now.

"I've never seen someone be so attentive to likes and dislikes... Y/n likes you, Armin, don't doubt it any more, okay?" Mika said.

"Besides, if anything is awkward when you tell her how you feel, you can come right to us. We'll always be here." Eren added.

Armin's spirits rose to the sky, and he let out a cute groan.

"I love you guys. Thank you." He said.

At the birthday party

"Armin!" You said his name with dramatic emphasis, and he paid attention to you.

"Yes?" He asked with bright eyes.

"Listen, I know you hate birthday presents... but!" You raised a finger, "I have gotten you, arguably, the best presents... and you better like them... or else!"

He smiled dorkily, and rubbed the back of his neck as if he had no idea about this, "I don't actually mind gifts... if they're from you..." He mumbled.

You didn't quite catch that, unfortunately, because of the boom of music. You just shoved the present into his arms excitedly.

Armin blinked down at his gift; it was wrapped so nicely that he didn't even want to open it.

After the party

Armin had changed into the outfit you gifted him, and said a thousand thank yous.

When the time came to give goodbye hugs after the party, Armin leaned down and pecked your cheek instead of just giving you a hug.

"Thank you again..." He said, a bit shyly. He looked down at his shoes.

"Anything for my boy... you look good." You winked, feeling your cheeks warm up.

"... 'your boy'?" He tilted his head like a puppy. Though he tried battle his smirk down, he just couldn't.

"Sorry... I just like calling you my boy..." You looked down.

"I don't mind at all." He assured you, "I wanna be your boy."

You drew your gaze up to him. When your eyes met, you burst out into giggles. The shyest, the stupidest giggles.

"What are you two giggling about?" Eren asked, smirking while slinging two arms around you and Armin.

"Nothing..." Armin grinned, "Nothing."

P.s.When I read 'wingman' my brain immediately thought you meant like... Top Gun, so I fell off my bed squealing about Armin being Maverick.

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Between me and You ~ ch.1

Armin x reader...

Chapter tw: Armin x reader, pining kinda, tension, cursing

Word count: 1.2k

story context: your newly broken up with jean and he won't leave you alone. You start to "date" Armin to get jean off your back, but during this fake relationship you start to develop feeling for him—your relationship with Armin becomes a bit...confusing. No other then any other relationships yours and armin's has its ups and downs but maybe it will turn into the real thing...

You knock on the the door into armins apartment, you twist the knob realizing its unlocked you open the door. You could almost see the life leave his body as you took him by surprise “ Oh y/n what are you doing here?” he lifts his head up from the book that he was reading “i need you to date me” you say sternly. To give context, you were dating Jean but you broke up with him a week before that but he hasn't left you alone. In fact he's been talking to you even more since you broke up with him and he's been getting on your nerves and all you want now is for him to leave you alone.

Anytime you see him in the halls he comes dashing towards you, and all you need is someone to help you get jean to leave you alone… and Armin is the perfect person to do that, he's been one of your closest friends since childhood and was always there to help you.

Armins face immediately turns red “wait wait wait.. are you serious '' blinking he gets up from the couch and walks towards you-his face is still red and his breath heavy. “oops sorry i meant like fake dating” you take you shoes off and walk towards the fridges while he followed right behind – you skim through what he has and take a brisk “well yk how i broke up with jean right, well he won't leave me alone– like at all and i really need him to get off my back so i thought hey why don't i just fake date someone…and your the first person that came to mind.” you crack open the drink and take a seat on his couch. Armin leans over the counter and takes a deep breath, you look up at him but his head is facing down towards the counter with the awkward silence filling the room.

“Why didn't you just ask eren i'm sure he wouldn't mind?” he looks up at you

“Me and you both know that eren and Mikasa have a thing going on.” not to lie you did consider eren as a second option but you're sure that he will say no.

He walks his way over to the couch and takes a seat next to you– he takes a second to process what's going on but that's when you realize you would be his first girlfriend… But how i mean Armin was a good looking guy– I mean really good looking. You’d think that a lot of girls would flock around him– he had a nice physique, hair, eyes but armin was a bit too much of an introvert for that. “Are you sure that you want me to your…boyfriend yk i've never really had much experience except for like making out with a few girls” you set you drink down on the table and grab one of his hands “armin look at me” he turns his head toward you–his expression a bit confused and doubtful “ i'm sure you're one of the best people i have in my life…please armin” you look at him

You realize what a compromising situation you’ve put him in but you really need this. Plus its a win-win situation, jean and finally leave you alone and armin...finally gets a girlfriend” With a deep sigh he finally says fine- you leap onto him with a hug “Thanks armin!” he wraps one of his arms around you and props up one of his arms to give some support. After a second you get back up from such an awkward situation between the two of you.

“So is this going to be like a secret relationship or exclusive?” he questions. You main goal was to get jean to leave you alone “exclusive i need jean to know that I'm taken '' Jean and Armin are kinda friends but it's definitely going to be a punch in the stomach that his friend took his ex-girlfriend aways from him. “When do we start '' you can't help but think how good of a person Armin is–he’s was always there when you needed him like the first time that you and Jean broke up. You were there–in his arms crying your eyes out while he was comforting you.

You guys sat in silence with you two inches away from each other, you looked up at him “we can start tomorrow” fortunately for you- you, armin and jean all had the same first period class..professor levi.

The door burst open with eren walking into their shared dorm taking a second to look at the situation...fuck “well well well what do we have here–y/n and armin snuggled on the couch together.” he mutters and smiles teasing like he's always done.

You quickly get up from the couch and grab your drink. “Um, it's getting late, I should get back to my dorm before Sasha starts calling me.” you quickly put on your shoes and grab your keys “i'll text you later, bye armin”

Quickly you walk out the door and close it shut behind you-rushing back to your dorm across campus with your heart beating as if it's gonna burst out of your chest. You can't believe it, you and armin, even though it wasn't real your heart was palpated so fast that whole conversion with armin.

I mean it's fake, it's not real, none of this is real, Armin is one of the best people you could ever ask for–helping you out with such a confusing situation. You were overthinking so much that you almost missed your dorm door. You turn the key and open the door and there sasha was eating on the couch, waiting for you.

“There she is, little miss y/n where have you been?!” she jumps up from the couch almost dropping her sandwich and makes her way towards you “oh um i've been at armins dorm” you avoid eye contact with her and make your way to your room.

“Woah what! What were you doing there?” sasha has a tendency to pry… a lot to the point where you can't keep anything a secret from her so there's no point in keeping it from her “me and armin are um..dating” the room went silent “are you serious rn don't joke around” you slowly turn around and nod your head.

One thing about Sasha is she doesn't play around when it comes to relationships especially yours “Oh my gosh when did this start!” she jumps on your bed and starts to make herself comfortable “um today yk we both said we had mutual feelings for each other and now we're…dating” you yawn. Trying to find an excuse to get Sasha to leave. You tell her that your pretty tired but she just doesn't seem to budge.

“Sasha” you yawn “ I'm just so exhausted from today I really think I need to get some sleep” that's not a lie though–you honestly were worn out from today's little “thing” with armin. "Alrighty but in the morning you're telling me everything that happened” she hummed as she walked out of your room. You throw yourself onto your bed and close your eyes, at least most of your problems will go away tomorrow with only one person on your mind when you close your eyes…armin.

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braunbakery · 1 year

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little sparrow

☞ jean kirstein x fem reader [ one-shot word count: 2.7k]

☞ sfw, angst angst angst, canon-verse

☞ plot: the world is ending, you are on a boat to your death, and your thoughts are of jean. (takes place on the boat to the hangar in marley season 4, managa ch. 131)

☞ inspired by little sparrow - alan dunham

☞ little sparrow

jean stands at the deck of the ship looking out at the surrounding ocean. you watch him from the other side of the deck. you watch the wind brush through his hair. you watch his jaw clench as he looks up at the trail of smoke the ship is leaving in its path. you watch him.

(you’ve watched him before. you’ve spent years watching him. most times he catches your gaze and shoots you a smirk. a knowing smirk, a friendly smirk, a pitiful smirk? you don’t know. but he looks you right in the eyes when he does it and that’s all that seems to matter to you.

“what you lookin’ at, huh?” he says, knowing full well it’s him. you huff out a smile in response, trying to cover up the speeding of your heart and the dryness of your mouth.

“nothing much,” you say, and he breaks out into a smile that makes you break out into a wider one. you’ve known jean for years, you’ve been through battle and war with him, yet in this moment you still can’t tell if he knows. if he knows the way your heart tugs in your chest when he breaks your stare and looks away.)

he catches you this time too, albeit this time is different. this time the wind is rushing through both of your ears, and even if he wanted to say something, you wouldn’t be able to hear him from how far he is. even if he wanted to say something, he doesn’t. he holds your gaze and looks at you solemnly, looks at you with the kind of exhaustion that makes you want to grab him and whisk him away from all of this.

there is no smirk this time. there is no joke quipped or cheeky smile. he stares at you and it would seem almost blank if you didn’t know him inside out. and then he nods at you (a slight nod, like it’s taking all of his power to do it) and goes back to looking ahead at the waves on the horizon.

“you okay?” a voice softly asks you, cutting you out of your thoughts. you turn to your left and find armin.

“armin, hey,” you say, and offer him a smile despite current circumstances. armin nods at you again, ushering you to answer his question (like you’d tell him the truth. like you’d admit that in the midst of this war and carnage and the end of the fucking world, you’re thinking about jean kirstein and wondering if he’s thinking about you. you’re thinking about jean kirstein and wishing his heart was aching because of you and not her).

“i’m fine, i’m just –”

“just?” armin cuts you off, interrupting your rehearsed response. just looking at the waves, you wanted to say. but you know that just as you’ve know jean for years, armin has known you for those years as well. and even if you haven’t been with them through the same thick and thin that they have all endured, he knows you enough to know that you’re still pining after jean in the wake of corpses and flames.

“…just,” is all you can say back. armin offers you a slight smile (pitiful, almost. you don’t want to be pitied).

“right.”

“and you, are you okay?” you ask armin. armin nods his head at you.

“to the best of my ability.”

“and…” you look back off to your side at jean, who’s still holding the railing of the boat and looking out at the distance, “how about him?”

“he was talking to mikasa earlier and hasn’t said anything to anyone since,” armin bluntly states. you refuse to make eye contact with him.

(the mikasa of it all.

the mikasa of it all is a simple yet utterly painful concept. no matter how much you train, how much you pour your soul into being better, how much you are there for jean, you will never live up to mikasa.

and you are there for jean in an amount that is almost poisonous to you. you watch him watch her pine after eren, you offer him words of support, and in the darkest of moments you offer him yourself.

“jean,” you whisper in the in the night. you both stand leaning against the walls of headquarters, having just come back from a busy day of basically being the backbone behind building the new paradis railway. the chill of the night is biting at your cheeks and fingers and you’re barely able to see each other despite the dimly lit lantern hanging from the wall.

jean’s nose is brushing up against yours, and his breath is fanning your cheek. you had just come out here to talk, to escape the chaos of dinner (you more so believe it was to escape mikasa trying to urge eren to finish his food, but this is something that you can ignore for now as jean softly holds your face in his palms).

“is this okay?” jean whispers back at you, and when you look up into his eyes they are already boring into yours and you’re almost entranced by the reflection of the flickering lantern in them. you wonder if you stare long enough would you be able to make out mikasa’s silhouette in his thoughts?

this is not the first time this has happened. where jean has snuck you away to talk, or to walk, or to on some occasions kiss. and each time you think you feel even more deeply for him and for the way he listens and laughs at what you say. each time you think you disregard the fact that he is secretly wishing you were her more and more. more and more until you simply will yourself to forget. you swallow.

this is all you will ever get from him. that’s okay.

“yes,” you respond.

he offers you a soft and almost fleeting kiss. )

armin nudges you.

“right, okay,” you say, basically mechanically. you avoid armin’s gaze. this is ridiculous. now is not the time to become jealous and insecure of this crush that has plagued you for much too long, and yet here you stand doing exactly that. at the end of the day, you are stuck on this boat until you reach the azumabito hangar. you are stuck watching jean and wondering what it is about you that is not enough for him to be agonising over you and not her.

“maybe you should go talk to him,” armin offers.

“no, i think he’d rather be alone.”

“it’s the end of the world,” armin says. annie slowly walks past the two of you and climbs back down below deck. armin’s eyes momentarily follow her until she’s out of his vision. he looks back at you, “no one should be alone.”

armin stares at you meaningfully, and suddenly your limbs are moving before you will them to and you’re making your way to the other side of the deck. to jean. he turns his head towards you as you approach him and you can feel your stomach tie into a knot. you’ve fought men and titans, and this is what is sending your heart racing.

“hey,” you greet once you sidle up to him. jean offers you a close-mouthed smile. tired.

“hey,” he’s looking at you.

“how are you doing?” you ask as carefully as you can, jean’s smile widens and you both know it’s not out of any rush of happiness.

he laughs sarcastically, “great,” and you feel stupid until he smiles at you again, a real one this time. one that comes from sharing this whole ordeal together, “how are you?”

“fantastic,” you echo a similar sentiment. he huffs out a short laugh and you’re both looking at each other.

out of the context of death and destruction and feeling the weight of the world on your collective shoulders, you think jean looks quite beautiful right now. his eyes are tired, he has scratches across his face, his hair is tousled and there are smears of dirt over his clothes – but you are captivated by this view of him and the ocean. you think it is the most solace you have been offered in the past twenty four hours.

“you know…” you’re suddenly saying, and jean’s eyes are flitting back and forth between yours, “you know you can talk to me, jean.”

jean nods slightly and curtly, sidling up closer to you in what feels like an attempt to make sure you know what he is saying is true, “i know.” he doesn’t break away from your gaze.

“okay,” you say, “just… just reiterating.”

he tears his gaze away from you and stares ahead at the blue once more, and then you hear a slight mumbling from his direction.

“…there really isn’t anyone else i’d rather talk to.”

lie.

(jean always does this thing sometimes. he lies without meaning to, without really understanding the depth of his words. or maybe he doesn’t really understand the depth of how well you know him.

you think he has a habit of saying what he wishes to be true, what he believes to be true through logic and deduction, but not what is actually true.

he’s supposed to meet you straight after dinner outside to go for a walk. it’s not that serious, you’re just hanging out because you’re friends. you’re spending time together because your friends – but unfortunately when it comes to him it is that serious. everything is always that serious and you’re stuck waiting under the same lantern he kissed you at outside (this has become some sort of regular meeting spot now. you wonder if it holds the same significance to jean as it does to you), stuck leaning against a shitty cold wall and wondering what’s taking him so long.

at first, you don’t care – not really anyway. jean is boyish in the way that he has the same boyish stupidity that runs through half of the male population of the regiment under the age of twenty one (even armin). he’s either still eating and taking his time because he’s forgotten, getting caught up talking to someone, or taking a shit.

you venture back into the warmth of headquarters to find him and you know once he spots you he’ll remember and excuse himself.

and you do find him, outside the entryway of the dining hall of course distracted by talking to someone. talking to mikasa. and you know he was on his way out because he’s at the entryway. and some twisted part of you is enraged by the hypothetical of him knowing that you’re being kept waiting and choosing fleeting conversation with her over meeting you. a part of you is enraged by the part of you that is enraged.

and a part of you is slowly sinking back into yourself, hiding in the darkest corners of your body and trying to hold yourself together. trying not to catch onto small snippets of conversation and compare your voice to mikasa’s, your mannerisms to mikasa’s and your flare for conversation to mikasa’s (maybe you need to make yourself smaller and softer and quieter).

and then jean catches sight of you, eyes widening slightly. he holds up his index finger and mouths two words, ‘one second’.

lie.

you feel almost out of your own body when you make your way back outside and wait for ten more minutes.

you know that deep down you are somewhat just a simple distraction for jean from mikasa. whatever he wants you to be, you find yourself already morphed into it. whether a friend to laugh at his jokes or someone to hold. someone to hold him.

that does not make the reminder of it hurt any less. )

“right,” you say, lips pursed.

“what?” jean asks, angling his head to look back at you.

“nothing.”

“oh, come on,” he’s elbowing your side, echoing images of him from when he was just a young cadet, “you can’t hide from me.”

and you can’t help almost laugh to yourself at the irony of that. hiding from him is something you have been doing for years. hiding the true extent of your feelings, hiding the parts of yourself that you think will scare him away (the jealous parts. the upset parts. the angry parts that wish you had never offered yourself to him. that you had kept yourself to yourself.)

“it really is nothing, jean,” you say, placing a hand on his elbow and pushing it back down to his side. you swallow, “compared to all this anyway.”

jean holds your gaze, thinking about your statement and then sighs.

“yeah, i guess everything would be.”

a comfortable silence settles between the two of you, as you both listen to waves breaking and the wind rushing past your ears. you both lean over the railing, eyes squinting as you look out once more. the view does not get old. you don’t think it ever will.

“i hope that with some miracle eren makes it out.”

your head shoots towards jean, and you can tell he’s trying his hardest not to meet your eyes. his jaw clenches and unclenches and his grip on the railing is tighter than necessary.

“yeah,” is all you can say back. you want to give him enough room to speak. to be listened to. even if it means you have to bury whatever it is you may feel or may want to say.

“and i hope we do too,” jean continues.

your heart sinks. the thought that he may not make it terrifies you even more than the thought of your own demise. it’s scary that you feel enough for someone to not even blink an eye at your own imminent death but feel your world may come crashing down at the thought of theirs.

“jean, i –” you’re suddenly blurting out, and the way jean’s head immediately shoots towards you cuts you out of whatever it is you were going to say. you don’t know what it is you were going to say, but it feels like it’s trying to claw its way out of your mouth.

“yeah?”

“i have something to tell you,” you pronounce every vowel and syllable carefully, trying to sound them all out in a way that soothes the way your insides feel like they’re caving in.

jean’s brows scrunch in concern and you can feel him gravitating towards you (which does nothing for your heart), “yeah?”

you can hear hange yelling in the distance and out of the corner of your eye you can make out the hangar slowly coming into view. jean follows your gaze and notices it too, but then he’s looking back at you as more people shuffle across the deck.

“i –” you try to start, but there are more yells. reiner stomps up the steps and onto deck towards hange.

“i –” it gets caught in your throat again as you make out mikasa’s dark hair blowing in the wind and walking over to armin.

jean, filled with sweet concern gently places a hand on your arm, and you wish you could disappear. you wish you could escape this feeling, this aching and this torment. you wish you had never met him. you wish you could be someone else. you wish you could be the perfect someone else for him, the one that is enough.

“i love you,” you blurt out.

you’re staring at him in shock at your own words and he’s staring at you like he’s trying to piece your words together over and over to figure out what they really mean. you swallow and swallow and swallow and your heart runs and runs and runs. there’s more shuffling all around you and suddenly everyone is above deck, chattering and planning and discussing.

but it’s still just you and jean alone at this corner and you can’t hope but pray for this moment between words to go on forever, so you never have to know his reaction. so you never have to plan how to go on after it.

jean’s hand moves from your arm as he now clasps your shoulder. like a comrade.

“i need to go.”

and he makes his way to hange.

you stand and listen to the howling wind alone.

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bodyguard au wip

here's something from ch 1 of the bodyguard au! i had to basically rewrite everything hence why it's taken so long lol but it's coming along now so very soon haha! here's mikasa's pov! i think this is the first thing i've shown from her pov even in between drabbles and everything! a little angsty but hope y'all like it

cw: allusions to alcoholism/drinking problems

This isn’t Mikasa’s first drunken night, the kind where things get a bit out of hand. The ones that consist of more than just drunken texts and lead to bad hangovers, but the ones where word gets around in their social circles, something that seemed to be the norm as of recently. Some of it, in part, was because she was twenty-one—it’s expected.

But today, like some of the other days, the drinks are for the purpose of pacifying her feelings of rage, despondency, and resentment. So there were one too many drinks poured down her throat, and at some point, she lost count, too upset to bother caring. But for the sake of appearances, she forces a smile on her face for her so-called friends—nobody wants to hear her problems on a Saturday night.

She struggles to maintain her balance, her hands palming her face, attempting to shut out the spinning world around her—the direct result of two, three, four shots—she can’t remember at this point, but when can she ever, really? Mikasa sits crouched along the cold brick wall of the club—no matter how drunk she is, she would never allow herself to sit on a New York City sidewalk—sensing people hurrying down the street around her, itching to seek out their own Saturday night plans, not bothering to pay her any mind.

Everything around her is fuzzy; the only thing keeping her grounded is the frigid winds whipping her hair around aimlessly, but from somewhere to the right of her, she senses a figure crouching down, a feminine-sounding voice, almost a bit angelic, “Are you okay?” She somehow manages to make out through her hazy state.

Looking over to the source of the voice, Mikasa peeks her eyes through her fingers, the sight of a blond girl leaning down to her level, a cigarette in hand meeting her gaze. The girl, albeit pretty, lacks the angelic demeanor Mikasa had initially assigned her—sporting her bartending uniform, seemingly just out taking a fifteen.

“Hey, Mikasa—that’s your name right—you okay?” The blond asks again before taking another drag of her cigarette. Mikasa struggles to recall how the girl knows her name, she scans her face again for any sense of familiarity. “Where are your friends, I thought you went back with them?” The girl blows puffs of smoke into Mikasa’s face as she talks, Mikasa still trying to grapple with the words that come out of her mouth.

“Umm,” Mikasa hesitates, trying to recall the events of the last twenty minutes. She came outside for a few minutes of respite, the club suddenly feeling overwhelming. The air inside was suffocating, enough for her to walk straight outside into 30º weather, forgetting her jacket; the alcohol running through her veins the only thing providing her warmth at this point. Mikasa finds it hard to focus, finding herself slipping into a dazed state every few seconds.

The girl looks at Mikasa blankly, waving her hand in her face to grab her attention. “Do you remember me? I’m the bartender from earlier. Hitch?” She asks.

Mikasa blinks at her, trying to recall. Hitch. Hitch. Hitch. The name sounds familiar, almost on the tip of her tongue, until Mikasa sees the name tag that’s pinned on her shirt, reading the same name.

"Tequila pineapple?” Hitch attempts to speak over the deafening blare of the club's music.

People crowd around the bar, typical of a Saturday night, flashes of sequins and glitter reflecting off the strobe lights. Hitch eyes the inky-haired girl in front of her, whom she’s almost positive is the one for whom the drink she called out is for. She stares at the girl in front of her, her head is perched on her hand as she seemingly almost dozes off, her perfectly tied red ribbon swaying from the blaring AC above them.

“Hey, are you alright?” Hitch calls out again.

Her voice snaps Mikasa out of her hazy state, alcohol pumping through her veins, causing her vision to go a bit fuzzy. She whips her head in the direction of where she hears the voice coming from, almost knocking her purse over where it sits on the bar in the process.

The blonde bartender's face floods with concern as Mikasa's gaze meets her green eyes, clearly realizing just how drunk she really is. Mikasa simply nods in response, a dazed grin on her face as Hitch hesitantly hands Mikasa her drink, sliding Mikasa the tab with her card.

“Thanksss—,” Her words slur together before she takes a brief pause to look at her name tag, “—Hitch! You're sooo pretty, by the way.” Mikasa fumbles with the pen as she signs her name, which ends up being more of a scribble than her actual signature. Her mind draws a blank as she attempts to drunkenly calculate the total with the tip, so she settles for making it $100, figuring someone as nice as Hitch would probably appreciate the tip.

"Thank you,” Hitch starts, eyeing her briefly before pausing, unsure of what to refer to her as

“—Mikasa," she interrupts, giving her a soft smile, her cheeks flushed red from the alcohol. Mikasa leans against the counter, almost swaying side to side, clearly unable to maintain her balance.

“Mikasa. Right. You're very pretty too. But, umm, where are your friends? You probably shouldn't be drinking anymore, either,” Hitch says, her face filled with concern.

Mikasa turns towards the club, scanning around until she gets to the back right corner, a group of a few handfuls of girls and a few guys occupying one of the club’s nicer sections. “Over there,” she points.

“Okay, well, take this at least,” Hitch says, handing her a glass of water, knowing she can’t be babysitting a random patron when there’s a handful of people waiting on drinks. “Be safe, please.”

Mikasa takes the drink from the counter, flashing her a big smile, “You too, thanks,” she replies in between sips before walking off towards her friends.

Her memory, though still a bit hazy, comes back to her, “Ohhh,” Mikasa replies, nodding.

Hitch shakes her head and sighs, while she’s not necessarily upset, it’s certainly not how she had planned on spending her break. “Look. Clearly, you’re drunk. Do you want a hit? Might sober you up some,” she says nonchalantly, almost as if she offers drunk girls outside the club hits of her cigarettes often. Had she not been a girl (and Mikasa sober), she would definitely raise some red flags. The girl offers her hand out to Mikasa, motioning for her to take the cigarette.

Mikasa thumbs the cigarette in between her fingers, knowing she’s never even smoked before, but her lack of discernment left her two shots ago—probably even before that, especially given everything that’s happened lately. Her lungs burn as she inhales, smoke filling them instantly, and she’s not even sure if she’s doing it correctly until she erupts into a fit of coughs, clearly answering her own question. She has her vices already—nicotine wasn’t going to be one of them.

“Okay, maybe that wasn’t much help—sorry,” the girl says, taking the cigarette out of her hand and patting her back as Mikasa coughs fervently. “But seriously, where are your friends? What are you doing outside—it's fucking freezing, Mikasa,” she says while readjusting her own jacket.

“They’re—” cough “—inside—” cough — “—I—” cough “—left,” Mikasa somehow manages to choke out through slurred words and coughs.

#eremika #eremika fic #vic’s wips #she’s my pookie i love her i wanna protect her 💔#also i love tequila pineapples that’s my drink order lol

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