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when I was in middle school mikannie was so popular that I was reading fanfiction about them without even knowing what attack on titan was

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Dating Armin Arlert headcanons

Armin Arlert x female reader 🥰

He leaves you for a man

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ok hear me out but dilf reiner at a parent teacher conference with all the moms drooling over him -🙏

I see you are a person with taste! Why does this make so much sense?? Like Reiner is the George Clooney kinda guy, who looked okayish when he was younger but THIS MAN AGED LIKE FINE WINE! First of all, he would be the sweetest dad and that alone will make their panties wet. Whenever he picks his child(ren) up from school he gives them the biggest bear hugs and carries their little bag back over his massive shoulders. If they are older he would be the Dad to pump the best music and sing along with them in the car. And which mom (or any other sane person) could resist that? But I'm losing focus right now, so back to the conference. Dilf!Reiner always dresses super fancy when attending such conferences. You know like, white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, so that everyone gets a good glimpse of his veiny hands. <3 He takes this shit seriously like it is some business meeting lol Reiner also wears a bracelet his child made for him religiously. (no matter how old they are, he still wears it) Dilf!Reiner is extremely friendly with the other moms and remembers EVERYTHING they told him. I think that's a big reason for their crushes because he seems to be genuinely interested. Their husbands don't give a fuck anymore, so it's refreshing to feel like somebody actually cares. Reiner is like "Oh hey, Beatrice, how is your rose garden doing?" And this woman will practically faint. If Dilf!Reiner is still in a relationship with the baby momma, he snitches on the other mothers for sure. He says stuff like "Omg, they were all over me and it was so embarrassing. :( Don't they know that I have a beautiful wife?" If Dilf!Reiner is single he is way too shy to actually ask someone out on a date. This poor man will always play it off as them being friendly with him, even though they keep doing weird shit like stroking his biceps. Yeah sure, Reiner, they are just being friendly... And there is one particular Mom who is ready to risk it all for Daddy Reiner. Like this woman will go all in. No regrets. She does all this corny shit like dropping stuff, just to pick it up in front of him. And she insists on Reiner tasting her infamous cupcakes. (So that she can wipe the buttercream off his mouth with her finger) He hates her but is too polite to actually say something. (Single) Dilf!Reiner has a crush on the teacher and you can't argue with me about that. She is such a cute thing. Of course, he has her wrapped around his finger, bringing her flowers and chocolate to every conference. Jokes about bribery so his children will get good grades. ;)

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Pieck is such a good friend that she puts up with all of Zeke's bullshit

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scary women>>>

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The Marley Girls

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Can you pleasee do any sasha headcanons, I miss her so much i just need some headcanons for serotonin

I got you. Several months late, but I got you.

Sasha is very quick to love people, but takes a while to trust them. On the surface, she's friends with everyone, but when people take the time to think about it, few actually know a lot about her. She's friendly and bubbly, and truly loves people, but she also keeps them at arm's length until she knows she can trust them to know all of her.

She loves to dance! You can usually find her jamming to a beat in her head at any time of day. When out with her friends, she will be the one to drag everyone on the dance floor, and will MAKE them have a good time out there.

She finds it difficult to sit down and read for extended periods of time, but she LOVES to tell and hear stories.

Sasha has a ridiculously strong intuition. She thinks with her gut, and it rarely steers her wrong. If it feels off to Sasha, you should be worried.

She ADORES cooking, and becomes really good at it. She loves to learn the ways that different spices, herbs, and ingredients in general can change a dish, and experiments often in the kitchen. Sometimes, this leads to amazing discoveries. Others it leads to disgusting messes. Regardless, Sasha enjoys herself.

Incredibly high alcohol tolerance, but loves to test that limit. Usually herds her friends home, but she should not be mistaken for a coherent, sober authority cause she's also plastered, but her instincts to get the group safely home are strong.

Laughs in awkward situations. She just doesn't know what to do. So she laughs. And she feels terrible about it, but she can't stop.

Her favorite season is fall. She loves watching the leaves change colors, as well as the ways the animals prepare for hibernation. And of course, in a modern universe, her favorite holidays: Halloween and Thanksgiving.

Very good at braiding hair, and is often called upon by all of her friends to braid for them.

Sasha is an only child, and always kind of hated that growing up. She made friends with anyone and everyone cause she so desperately wished that she had siblings. She loved her parents, but something always felt like it was missing in her life.

Additionally, I headcanon that the Mrs. Braus we meet in the series is a second wife to Sasha's father. Sasha's mom died when Sasha was young, so it was just her and her dad as she grew up. Sometimes things were tense, both wishing their lives were different. But, at the end of it all, neither would trade it for the world. Sasha learned so much from her dad, and Mr. Braus could not be prouder of the woman Sasha grew up to be.

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HE DOESNT VAPEwatermelonU WENCH

open discussion: what flavor is amin’s vape?

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why are you guys using AI to chat with fictional characters. i can do that with my mind

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The suit+the androgynous accuracy is making tears fall down from my legs

Viii0_8 twitter

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modern day things that would kill armin according to the gc

AKA Hange's Failed Experiments @arlertwitch @uwubraun @arminsdiscordkitten @his-sweet-muse @peachigutz @arlertbabe

sour patch kids

popeyes biscuit

one single taki

hot cheeto

banana pepper

the radio

teaching him how to drive

modern day water with flavor enhancing chemicals

vape

mcdonald's cheese burger

tap water

a tv remote

a pop tart

toothpaste

deodorant

domesticated animals

sunscreen

a coca cola

a pregnancy test

elasticated clothing

the bible

socks

stickers

plastic

ceiling fans

edm music

nintendo 3DS

iphone camera flash

3d glasses

toilet paper

a butt plug

reality tv

drag queens

fireworks

hot sauce

a bicycle

contact lenses

a unicycle

a calendar

lip balm

piercings

tattoos

fairy lights

sound bowls

lady gaga's music

kool aid

metal music

lemonade

coffee

a red bull

perfume

bubble tea

lunchables

video games

an amber alert

popping candy

tornado siren warnings

raves/clubs

gay bars

coupons

cartoons

gender reassignment surgery

walmart and target

a vaccine

abby lee miller

a tesco meal deal

bug spray

moisturiser

acrylic nails

taco bell

a shot of sambucca

an oreo

star wars lego set

cardi b

asmr videos

automatic doors

affection

the discord chat

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— 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄, 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍, & 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐃. ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: language, because i can't form sentences without using "fuck" every other word JDJD.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i only made this modern because i desperately wanted to include marco to the fullest leave me aloneEffsg. gn! reader, and i went pretty lengthy on this one so beneath the cut is where the headcanons start :)

𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓: bearbrickjia on instagram!

by far, the best friend group to have. everyone balances one another out, and it's a perfectly imperfect mesh of teenagers.

there's jean, the group's centerpiece. he's the alpha of the posse, usually working as their own personal line leader whenever they're caught doing something as a group. he'll never admit it, but he's also the dad friend. of course, he's more of a "i wish i never gave birth to you oh my god please leave me alone also i love you" type than the stereotypical dad friend.

there's marco, the glue holding the group together. unsurprisingly, he's the calm, kindhearted support system that balances out the cokeheads, keeping them all sturdy. without a doubt, the group would fall apart without him. they need him, okay!! and by "them," i mean jean and yourself. marco, never change.

following up, there's connie & sasha, the wonder twins. their roles are pretty self explanatory, given their natural rambunctiousness. they're the two that hang out outside of the group the most, for obvious reasons. they're the crackhead siblings that bring life to the group, despite the hot water they typically land the others in. through their antics and their comic relief, they're irreplaceable. still, it's easy to want to strangle them sometimes.

next, there's you! because you're the reader, i won't name any specifics, but you're greatly cherished. you mark your place in the crew through various ways, having a unique relationship with each and every member. when he's in need of a breather outside of his typical nest (AKA marco), jean hits your line. if you're needing any kind of assistance with literally anything ever, marco's there to help. craving some chaos? bitch, connie & sasha have GOT YOU.

the main hangout spot is jean's house, 100%. not only has his mom practically adopted the whole squad, but there's only two people living there, so it isn't crowded. connie banned literally all four of you from his place, lmao. there was too many people there, and his family lives to humiliate him.

the group has this one policy, set down by yourself and jean: four piece maximum. this is directed solely towards sasha, of course, considering her tendency to raid her friends' fridges entirely of any food. if she's ever caught rummaging through a fridge for longer than necessary, it's the home owner's duty to shout, "four piece minimum!"

^ it never fails to startle her 😭. one time, she hit her head so hard on the fridge ceiling at jean's house she had to use a bag of frozen peas to soothe the swelling.

then, she proceeded to eat the thawed out peas. jean gagged.

the inside jokes? endless. all it takes is one word from a single event, and the five of you are losing your shit. it's cute, to be honest, how overzealous you all get from a single instance from months ago.

"ha. heh. hee."

"what is it?"

"ngGhh,, chEDDAR TIDDIES-"

"AHHHHHAGAGSHHDJF-"

if there are any inside jokes formed between two group members that isn't shared with the rest of them, there will be immediate bitterness. one time, you and sasha were giggling to yourselves over some druggie named jerry who'd tried selling baskets of rotten cherries to the two of you during a gas station haul— the boys were not having it. what the fuck were you doing without them, "friends"?

right before starting your guys' senior year of highschool, the five of you were on a group facetime when you all sent your schedules into group chat. due to the scarceness of your soon-to-be-majors, absolutely none of you had any classes together. you had a single lunch period with connie while marco had one with jean, but that was about it. it was,, a dramatic discovery. sasha fucking screamed.

"i have nothing with nobody!"

"calm down, sash-"

"you have lunch with y/n! LUNCH! that's my place, lunch. this is despicable, this is evil, this is a braus hate crime-"

yeah, she didn't take it that well. it's okay, doe. the four of you made a special effort during your passing periods, giving sasha enough of a fix for her to make it through each and every day.

it isn't like the five of you don't hang out outside of the classroom, either!! if you hadn't already made plans during that week, the weekend is where you absolutely thrive as a group. study sessions that always shift into exclusive house parties, lunches spent at your favorite places, the occasional visit to the movie theater, and so on. with a mini crowd like that, it's hard for any of you to get bored.

jean's hopeless crush on mikasa is a big factor in your friendship. when everyone minus marco (because he's an angel) isn't mercilessly teasing him, you're all trying to actually help the fucker score the girl. from talking him up obnoxiously enough whereas she'll hear, or flat out telling her to give him a chance, it's an actual effort. though, it's unfortunately all to no avail. shawty's too smitten with eren to even consider her options.

^ with that being said, the four of you have to give jean the "there are other fish in the sea" scoop more often than you'd like to admit.

group cuddles. that's that.

because he's the tallest and therfore the longest (probably, depending on your height), everybody has a chosen body part of jean's to latch onto during naps. connie has one leg while you have the other, and sasha keeps her head rested on his shoulder. marco's at the very bottom, entangling his legs in your own. somehow, this is heaven for jean. he'll never admit to it, though. as far as any of you are concerned, he HATES IT.

ranking from #1 as the best and #5 as the worst, these are the rated group therapists: ⇩︎

#1: marco. self explanatory, he's an amazing listener and provides supremely good advice. that, and he'd literally rather die than let any of his friends internalize anything they're dying to let loose.

#2: you. really, you're just a lot better than jean or connie. sasha's okay at it, but she's not the best at rationalizing, leaving you at second best. basically, when marco isn't available, you're where the freak shows go. marco goes to you about things, too.

#3: sasha. again, she's just a loT better than the final two. sasha's a sweetheart! she's empathetic, and nonjudgmental. we love her in this house.

#4: connie. also somewhat of a sweetheart, although not as much as sasha. he'll drop a shit ton of humor into serious conversations, making them just a tad bit more tolerable.

#5: jean. look, he's a great friend! however, he isn't all that empathetic, and he'll have some trouble understanding. still, he would try his hardest to make you or the other three feel better :,)).

in a modern universe, i know damn well connie's a half-assed stoner 30% of the time. he doesn't light up all that often, and he doesn't tell anybody about it, even you guys. mainly because marco will grill him for it DJFK. however, you stumbled upon his mini marijuana stash and he was like ahh, shit. you didn't really care doe, his secret is safe with you. you, however, now have DIRT on him.

matching bracelets that you all made for eachother yEars ago but never wear 🥺🥺.

many, many, many poly relationship jokes. only jokes, though. some people take it too literally, which y'all just laugh at.

there's a miniature rivalry going on between you and another nearby friend group: reiner, bertholdt, annie, ymir, and christa. of course, all of you are friends, it's all fun in games— most of the time, anyway. it's a funny rivalry, and you guys go at it quite a bit.

one of your guys' most intense debates is whether or not marco has freckles on his dick.

he,, refuses to show any of you, or even anSweR you.

"you act like we can't just check whenever we use the urinals, man."

"CONNIE-"

now, marco refuses to go to the bathroom at the same time as any of the boys <\33.

the group band? black eyed peas.

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18+ nsfw mdni, nsfw visuals at the end

7:30pm - All training sessions for the day ended. Armin was so excited. He said patiently in your room, waiting for you. He was scheduled to be off duty tomorrow, and so were you out of pure coincidence. Armin could hardly contain himself. He looked forward to catch up with you, hear about your day and all about the week that had just passed, staying up late and sleeping in the next morning, holding you and enjoying your presence. He flipped back on your pillows and took a deep inhale in one of them. They smelled just like you.

9:30pm - The intrusive thoughts come out at night, when all is quiet and there's nothing else to do. Just by existing, you tamed the beats and hushed the voices that lived in Armin's head. He was starting to get sleepy, but his demons buzzed around in his mind like wasps to their nests. Training ended two hours ago, what could you possibly be doing for that long? Perhaps you had gotten sick and fainted somewhere no one could find you? What if you had gotten kidnapped? Did you get lost somehow?

10:30pm - Armin couldn't wait any longer. He just had a bad feeling in his gut. He sped walked to the training grounds, heart anxiously thumping in his chest. He finally found you. You weren't dead, thank goodness, but you weren't "training" at all.

You were goofing off with Jean, Sasha, and Connie. Your laugh filling the outside air with a sweet song. However, Armin clenched his fists at the sight he witnessed, peaking around the side of a building and staying in the shadows as to not be seen. Connie was running around with you riding on his back. The four of you were in stitches. Armin hadn't seen you laugh that hard in a long time. At least, not around him.

Your legs were wrapped around Connie's waist and arms holding onto his neck. He could guarantee that Connie could feel your breasts pressed against his back, and he could also guarantee that he probably liked it. You had never asked Armin to give you a ride on his back. Come to think of it, Armin wasn't completely sure if he could pick you up like that at all. He didn't have the upper body strength compared to Connie... or Jean... or Eren, while he's thinking about it.

Armin suddenly tasted blood, realizing he had bit the inside of his cheek a little too hard. His stomach also began to hurt, as well as his palm from his nails digging into his skin.

11:30pm - He stomped back to his own room. Angry was an understatement. Rage was more like it. Armin was sitting in your room on your bed waiting for you for hours but here you were, blowing him off to hitch rides from Connie? How could you do this to him? Had you forgotten that Armin was expecting you? Would you rather hang out with your friends than him? You saw them every day, but haven't spent time with Armin in a week. Quality time is one of his love languages. Was he not enough?

Armin was beside himself. Hot, furious tears ran down his face as he rocked back and forth on his mattress in a desperate attempt to sooth himself. He could hear your voice in his mind reminding him to breath, "in through your nose, out through your mouth. Inhale, exhale." But that wasn't working. He tucked is head in between his knees and counted backwards from one hundred. That also didn't help.

Armin was beside himself. Hot, furious tears ran down his face as he rocked back and forth on his mattress in a desperate attempt to sooth himself. He could hear your voice in his mind reminding him to breath, "in through your nose, out through your mouth. Inhale, exhale." But that wasn't working. He tucked is head in between his knees and counted backwards from one hundred. That also didn't help.

With one clean swipe, Armin cleared everything off his desk and sent it to the floor with a loud clatter. Books and papers flying across the room. He gave his desk chair a swift kick, crashing into the wall. His temper tantrum was also of no help. He had half a mind to throw his oil lamp out of the window, but that would cause a fire. Armin was livid, but not enough to commit arson.

He sat back on his bed, grabbing his pillow and scream-crying into the down feathers. What exactly did this mean? Did you not want to see Armin at all? Did you still love him?

12:30am - Though you were the reason Armin was in so much pain, he still needed you to sooth him. You were all he wanted, all he needed.

Armin slithered through the dark halls like a snake. He went back to your room, wondering if you had finally decided to go where you were supposed to be. He licked his lips and knocked on the door politely. Much to his relief, you answered on the other side with a "Yes?" Armin swung the door open, slipping through, and closing it quietly.

"There you are!" You smiled at him.

Genuine and warm, happy to see him. Your day clothes were laid out on the bed, you adjusted your night shirt on your shoulders. From the looks of it, you had just changed.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up. I didn't realize it was past midnight, I totally lost track of time." You rolled your eyes at yourself as you folded your clothes and put them in your wardrobe. Armin stood in the middle of the room, hands nervously rubbing together.

"I'm literally, so glad we have the day of tomorrow. We can actually spend some time together. What do you want to do? I was thinking we could- Oh, are you okay? What's wrong?" Your tone changed immediately upon noticing Armin in his current expression.

Armin had The Look. His eyes were red, plush lips turned into a deep frown, eyebrows scrunched together, and his nose pink. You knew he had been crying not too long ago.

"Yeah, I just..." Armin rubbed the back of his neck.

He had to think, and quick. What would you say if he mentioned what he saw, how he felt neglected and left out? Would you be upset over his spying? Guilt caused goosebumps to rise on his skin, feeling silly in the wake of his tantrum. You had already mentioned that you let time slip from you and that you were excited to be with him. He didn't want to make you feel bad, even though your lapse of proper time management and being close with another guy did make Armin upset.

"Lots of work stuff, you know? Paperwork... I'm not the greatest at math." Armin played it cool. You nodded in agreement, crossing the room to place a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, I see. Don't let the numbers get to you. Math isn't real anyway." You lightly joked. You peppered kisses on Armin's cheek. This was just what he needed; your undivided attention. His negativity dissipated with each little smooch.

1:30am - Naturally you both stayed up talking. You were still wide awake, while Armin's eyes got heavier and heavier. Screaming, crying, throwing and kicking things took a lot of energy out of him. It was Armin's idea to give you a back massage. He needed to feel you under him, rub and squeeze all over you, silently reclaiming what is his. You laid on your stomach, while Armin straddled your backside.

Connie may have won the invisible fight, but he had definitely lost imaginary the war that only took place in Armin's head. At the end of the night, it was Armin who got to kiss you on the back of your neck, who got to caress your soft skin and tell you how pretty you are, who got to hear your angelic groans of relaxation under his firm grip. His fury had subsided long ago, but anxiety still lingered. His drowsiness amplified his anxiety to ninty-nine.

"Do you love me, baby?" Armin asked. You hummed.

"From this day, until my last day." You confirmed, head resting on your hands and eyes sewn shut. Armin kept working on your shoulders.

"No one else? Just me, right?" He quizzed.

"No one."

Armin paused. This was exactly what he wanted to hear, but it wasn't enough. From his outburst to your words of affirmation, he needed more. Blood drained from his head and down to his cock, growing harder at the thought of what he wanted to do; Reclaim you, remind you that Armin -- and only Armin -- can make you happy in ways no one else can. He wanted to rid anyone else touch that might be lingering on your skin, or in your mind.

Armin laid himself on top of you, putting all of his weight onto your back. He buried a hand in your hair and pulled. Hard.

"Promise?" He tested. Armin pulled your hair so your neck would crane backwards, exposing the pulse at your throat. You swallowed, a dark fuzz of arousal coating your vision.

"I promise." You agreed.

2:30am - You didn't really think twice about Armin's behavior. It was no secret to you that Armin dealt with his own insecurities. But, who doesn't? You weren't exempt either, and you were no stranger about requiring emotional reassurance. Not always, but sex was often an escape from the bitch of a reality you both lived. In your personal opinion, Armin fucked you the best when he was needy and had a bad day.

It was almost three in the morning, so out of a consideration of those sleeping in their rooms next door to yours, Armin clamped a hand over your mouth. You panted into his palm whilst he pounded himself into from behind, laying directly on top of you. You couldn't get away if you wanted to, which you didn't. Armin still kept a firm grip in your hair.

"You like the way my cock feels inside of you, love?" Armin huffed in your ear. You moaned quietly under his hand.

"I can't hear you." Armin hissed. He removed his hand.

"Yes, Armin, you feel so fucking good." You whimper. Armin hummed in return. You could feel the bass in his chest through your ribcage.

He cradled your jaw in his hand, forcing your neck to turn as much as it could to look make you look at him. Forehead to forehead. Armin was somewhat hidden behind his hair, but it was impossible to hide his giant blue eyes from looking directly into yours.

"You're still mine, aren't you?" Armin wanted to know. He was teasing, taunting, this much was clear. His hips didn't stutter or falter while he questioned you. Still, there was an underlying bitterness to his question that you picked up on. You were too fucked out to focus on a sentence other than agreeing with Armin.

"Yes, yes, all yours." You sputtered.

With no mercy, Armin sat up on his knees, dragging you up with him with one hand still stuffed in your hair. Armin pressed you up against him, rocking his hips and gripping on your chest. His lips gingerly sucked on your earlobe as he whispered,

"That's what I thought."

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armin has a subtle german accent. it's very light, almost unnoticeable since he has such good diction. however, spending quite a deal of quality time with your boyfriend made you fall even more in love with him over his every detail. it's arguably one of the things that enchanted you the most at the start of your relationship: the way his accent slightly thickened when he rambled excitedly about something he liked – or just talking rushedly in general – never failed to bring a smile to your face and hearts to your eyes.

everytime armin noticed your dreamy stare, he'd always nervously apologize for rambling again, his intrusive thoughts always telling him he might be boring you. “not at all, honey. i actually love hearing you talk about things you like...” you'd always tell him sincerely, smiling and cradling his hand in yours, giving his knuckles sweet kisses.

“o-oh, okay.” he'd say bashfully, a beaming smile playing on his soft lips. and it was true, listening to him talk was always so interesting, satisfying even. and not only for his appealing interests. you also never missed how attractive he sounded. only his voice was already enticing for itself; bright, soothing, a little breathy, and with the kind of timbre that soaked into your skin, melodic like only an angel's could be.

so when the faint accent mingled with his voice and tongue, it was beyond adorable to hear. i actually believe armin has a bit of a german ancestry through his grandfather and his perfect german fluency could be connected to it since he lived with his grandpa for a time. once when you asked him to read a text in the language for you, it was almost as if the words poured out of his mouth like pure chocolate. a simple thing as armin's voice in that language could send tingles to your deepest core. it was captivating, almost sultry.

also his accent mostly thickens with the extremes of his emotions – making him sometimes even slip a german word midsentence without noticing – it can go from extreme joy to annoyance. the first earning him dozens of kisses to his cheeks due to his surpassing cuteness... the latter, however, brings us to discuss a very important topic: frustrated armin cursing in german™... which in that case means it can earn him a effective and glorious kind of stress release, and you, well... let's say one of the most mindblowing sex experiences of your life.

i'll elaborate on the experience with expressive details on another day, meanwhile, enjoy this little brainrot.😋

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stoner!armin headcanons

most of his free time is dedicated to playing games or researching various topics. he'll spend hours looking up the history of bread just because he feels like it. has a plethora of random useless facts. a total nerd

has an extremely low tolerance. after a hit or two, he's already high.

smokes even though it makes him paranoid? there's a 50/50 chance he's either freaking out about something completely insignificant or lazing on the couch eating potato chips. if he's stressed he tends to get more paranoid.

one time he was panicking because his hand "kept getting bigger" every time he looked at it. you had to remind him that he was just slowly bringing his hand closer and closer to his face.

weed substance of choice? seems like an edible kind of guy. he doesn't mind smoking but he prefers edibles since they don't smell and he can portion them.

also prefers to smoke indica since it helps him sleep and doesn't make him as anxious

would smoke alot less if eren didn't invite him to hotbox every day. eren provides the weed, so armin doesn't mind joining.

his hands are like the perfect size for packing bowls. somehow everyone knows this and asks him to pack their bowls, which he does unless he's extremely high. if he's really high then he's the worst person to pack a bowl.

gets very distracted and confused when he's really high. he'll start a sentence then walk away mid conversation, usually because he forgets what he's talking about.

he also forgets that he needs to actually talk to people. he'll be asked a question, to which he responds by blankly staring at them. it takes him a few seconds but eventually he realizes he hasn't said anything. "o-oh yeah! right.... uh...."

smokes more than everyone in the friend group except eren

loves to watch game theory videos when he's baked, it completely fascinates him. since he gets confused easily when high, the theories throw him in for a loop. he'll jump out of his chair, completely baffled by what was said on the tv.

can't focus for shit when he's high, so he doesn't get high if he has to do anything that requires brainpower. one time he tried smoking before an exam. he kept reading the same question over and over, not sure if the question was changing every time he read it. he ended up spending so much time on that one question he failed his exam. so he's never doing that again.

wears contacts solely because he hates the fog that forms on his glasses when he smokes.

his favorite way to smoke? putting on blues music with his record player, grabbing a cup of tea, sitting on his comfy couch, and absolutely ripping a bong. he'll take an edible before he smokes too.

if you smoke one on one with armin, expect him to be rather quiet. every now and then he'll perk up to tell you a neat fact about the stars or something funny connie did the other day. but he's so high, he justs wants to focus on what's around him. you, weed, and the stars.

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stoner!eren headcanons

usually seems annoyed and/or angry but he's just. really fucking high all the time and doesn't know what's going on. the more you talk to him the more you realize he's just baked, and not trying to be rude.

he's the serious type when he gets high. will talk to you for hours about anything and everything, but expect him to be very blunt. he has a hard time grasping what is and isn't okay to say, the weed unfilters him at times

prefers smoking in his car with a cozy blanket. has definitely accidentally fallen asleep in his car a few times while hotboxing.

constantly wanting to hotbox with armin, connie, and jean. (depending on if him and jean are arguing that week or not)

goes for walks while hitting his pen or smoking a blunt. loves to be outdoors. he prefers the solitude

gets super super focused on things when he gets high. if he gets a new game or a takes on a new hobby, expect him to forget to sleep and eat.

he's clumsy for sure. stuttering and slurring his words, drops things. bumping into objects, tries to talk but forgets his sentences halfway through.

uses other substances but nothing too bad. he vapes for sure. will smoke a cigarette every now and then, drinks occasionally. he prefers the way he feels when high over anything else

weed substance of choice? definitely actual weed. close runner up is dabs or edibles

all his clothing smells like weed. in fact, everything he owns has a slight smoke smell to it. you've learned to refer to it as his "eren scent".

always wants to roll the joint but hasn't exactly learned how to. they always come out crumpled or crooked. jean teases him incessantly about it.

his feelings are amplified when he gets high. was he having a bad day? prepare for him to yell to you about it while he lights a joint.

if you smoke one on one with him, expect him to fill the air with conversation. he enjoys having back and forth conversation where he feels listened to

there are moments of silence with him that feel comfortable; there's no pressure to talk. you're just gazing up at the stars and contemplating your existence. eren will join you.