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ewanssdjarins · 4 years ago

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this look™

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ewanssdjarins · 4 years ago

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oh, where is my lover?

and i got no power

i’m standing alone, no way

calling out your name

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ewanssdjarins · 4 years ago

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hey there! i love your angsty armin fic!!! how about something fluffy this time? 😘 can i request a scenario where armin asked his fem!s/o to cut his hair, hence his cute coconut hairdo 🥥✨ tysm! ❤️

Okay so I read this as taking the coconut haircut away... so I am sorry about that but! Here’s some Armin hair cutting fluff for you! I really hope you like this!

warnings: none this is just pure fluff

wordcount: 954

“You know I’ve never actually cut anyone's hair before right?” You questioned staring at the scissors in your hand and back to Armin, “I don’t want to mess up your hair.” His hair was getting pretty long and he said it was getting in the way but if you messed up you’d never forgive yourself. You’d never say he looked ugly but if you messed up there was really only one option left and that was to go buzz cut. Connie could pull if off. Armin? No.

“I trust you.” he was smiling at you and you felt your heart beat a little faster. Your relationship was kind of new, you hadn’t even gotten to the saying ‘I love you’ stage. Even if you felt it you’d keep it in until he said it first. “I’ve seen you cut your own hair and you do fine. Why would you mess up mine?”

It was still different but if he said he trusted you, then how could you tell him no? Pushing down on his shoulders you huffed making him actually sit down. “Okay but if I mess up you know you only have yourself to blame.” You could see him smile as he settled down to let you cut his hair. “Okay. Here goes nothing just… stay still.”

Armin was quiet as you cut his hair, he’d told you he wanted it short, he’d given you a few examples and told you whichever you thought you could do easiest would be fine for him. You could tell which had been his favorite so hopefully you could do that for him. You were focusing on cutting his hair, carefully, making sure you didn’t pull too hard or cut too much somewhere. Hopefully you could do it and it wouldn’t end up bad. You’d feel bad because you knew even if he said it was okay Connie and Sasha would let you know what they thought about it.

You hummed as you kept cutting his hair, he was quiet as you were doing it. Occasionally he’d make a comment about something random, the sound of his voice was calming to you. He was good at talking without actually distracting you too much. There was always different tones to his voice but every time he spoke it made you want to listen. When he was talking about something important with conviction or like right now where he was just peacefully talking to you.

The amount of times you’d fallen asleep listening to Armin tell you stories while you both laid there, facing each other in the middle of the night. If you guys weren’t on missions and separated by barracks you did have a harder time falling asleep sometimes. After so long on missions together you’d kind of gotten used to having him near you like that. There were sometimes when you missed the chaos for that reason. But the negatives by far outweighed that.

“You okay?” You hadn’t noticed your hands stilled in his hair until he spoke, “Did you finish?” He looked over his shoulder at you and you felt your face heat up. “Y/N?”

“Sorry, almost I just got distracted a little.” But you were actually almost done, “Face me, I’ll finish it.” You moved back and he turned around to show you his face. Biting the inside of your lip you did your best to not laugh. His hair was short in the back but the long bangs were still covering his face. “I’m sorry.” You covered your face, “I don’t mean to laugh.”

Armin’s face was red as he ran his hand through his hair, “Yeah I can feel the hair in the front.” You felt guilty about laughing but he was smiling too, “Is it that funny looking?” He pushed the hair out of his face and gave you a smile.

You hesitated for a second, holding the scissors in front of his face, “You uh… you should probably let me cut it before Sasha and Connie see. If that tells you anything.” When he gave a slight grimace you nodded, “Yeah so… stay still.”

When you finally decided you were finished cutting his hair you pulled back a little, looking over your work. You were surprised that it did look good, you’d been so sure you would mess it up. It wasn’t the case though, he looked good. The short hair fit him more than you thought it would. Hopefully more than he thought it would because he wasn’t sure it would look good either. He’d been hesitant about wanting it that short but he decided it would look more professional.

Standing up you held your hands out to him, “Come on, let’s go find the mirror.” You were actually proud of your work and hoped he would like it too.

Armin looked up at you with his eyebrows raised, “It’s done?” When you nodded he took your hand and stood up, your fingers intertwined as you lead him towards a mirror. “Do you think it looks good?” There was some hesitance in his voice, you could understand that because it was a whole new look for him, you’d be freaking out much more than he was.

“I think it looks great.” You smiled when you both stood in front of the mirror, looking himself over. His hands moving through his hair. Giving him a few minutes to look at himself you looked from the mirror and back to him. “Well?”

“I love it.” He looked at you, “I told you that you’d do a great job.” When his hands fell from his hair he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. “Thank you.”

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ewanssdjarins · 4 years ago

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‘I told you to keep your damn hands off of her.’

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ewanssdjarins · 4 years ago

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Eren Jaeger through the years.

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ewanssdjarins · 4 years ago

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yall better read this

Sleepy Jaegers

summary: eren and y/n are at a gathering at armin’s place, and their 2 year old is exhausted. eren is equally as exhausted.

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count: 1.69k

warnings: none, fluffy s4 eren, he’s a daddy, the squad but mostly jean and eren bickering

a/n: goodbye this invaded my head with my other 50+ ideas🙄✋ might make armin a father as well if people end up liking this one (i will anyway) 😋

These gatherings were almost like a ritual to the group.

There wasn’t ever a specific place they met, they would always gather in different places, wether it’d be the beach, a park, or at one of their homes. It didn’t matter where it took place, just as long as everyone was there. Everyone was obligated to come.

So of course that includes the littlest Jaeger.

It was mid September, and although the weather wasn’t bad at all, some didn’t really feel like going out to public places like the local park, so the group decided on Armin’s new place, since Sasha and Annie still have yet to see it (their homes are farther from the rest)

They were all gathered in the spacious living room; Jean and Sasha on the long couch, while Mikasa and Armin sat on the smaller one. Historia and Ymir shared the beige-colored chair in the corner of the room, while Annie sat on one of the kitchen stools as she watched Y/N and Connie do the dishes (Armin insisted, but the two almost threatened him if he were to touch a dish).

As soon as Eren walked in, he all but restricted anyone from sitting on the big beige reclining sofa, claiming that he deserved it for helping Armin pick it out. Eren was grateful for going to Ikea that day with Armin to pick out the sofa he was now slouched on, recliner out and all. It was now his favorite spot in the whole house (besides the kitchen, since he loved playing around with the smart refrigerator).

As Y/N passed another dish for Connie to rinse and dry, she suddenly felt a tug on her pants, looking down to meet the tired eyes of her daughter.

She was quick to rinse and dry her hands to pick her up, giving all of her attention to the little girl. “Aw, what’s wrong Mimi? Everything alright?” She asked, already noticing the fatigue on her face.

She only snuggled into her mother’s neck, giving her the simple response of, “Tired.” Her vocabulary was fairly short, due to the fact that she was only 2 and learned her words from the ones around her (Eren got in big trouble the day Y/N heard the word ‘shit’ come out of her daughter’s mouth).

Y/N wasn’t surprised she got tired easily today, since Jean gave her more candy then Y/N would usually allow. And with the way her, Ymir, and Mikasa were running around in the yard earlier today, Y/N already saw this coming.

“You’re tired?” she asked again, earning a nod from the crook of her neck. “Okay, mommy’s almost done. Go sit next to daddy until I finish, okay?” She tells her, moving her head back to face her daughter again. Myra nodded, allowing her mother to put her down.

Walking tiredly, Myra slowly moved through the kitchen and made her way to the living room, spotting her father laidback in the corner of the room, limbs sprawled out on the sofa.

Eren wasn’t sure if it was the father instincts, but he was the first to notice her presence in the room, stopping the ghost story Jean swears is real to bring his full attention to his daughter.

“Mimi’s come to save us, everyone!” Eren exclaims, throwing jazz hands up as everyone joined and cheered her on for simply walking in. Jean didn’t like what Eren was implying, but clapped nonetheless.

“You’re not funny. Aren’t dads supposed to tell good jokes?” He questioned, attempting to steal a fry from Sasha’s plate, but failing miserably as she only swats his hand away.

“No Jean, I think it’s the other way around, they’re supposed to be corny.” Armin butts in, watching with a smile as Myra finally starts walking towards her father.

Eren could already see the fatigue on her face, holding his arms out for her once she got a little closer. “What’s up Mimi, you tired?” Eren questioned, laughing as she instead of answering, simply lifted her arms up for him to take her.

She responds with a nod, her hair falling over her face as she was lifted onto his lap. As soon as she was situated, she wasted no time in making herself comfortable, wiggling out of her dad’s grasp and laying her stomach down on his, her head right above where his heart was.

“Nevermind.” he sighs, making the whole room burst out into laughter. This only made Myra whine, the loudness distrupting her attempt at sleeping. “Sorry Myra!” Sasha whispered, finally giving a fry to Jean afterwards.

“I wonder what got her so tired.” Annie questions, making Jean sink into the couch out of guilt as Eren sends him an irritated glance.

“Jean went and gave her a sugar rush before we got here. It was absolute hell.” Eren’s eyes furrow in frustration as he remembers earlier today and how hard it was for him to catch a nap without his energetic 2 year old jumping all over him. All while Jean was happily eating lunch with his wife.

“Okay, but I didn’t know she wasn’t supposed to have that much candy! Kids eat candy like crazy, right?” He attempts to defend himself, looking around the room for support, only to be met with silence.

“Yeah, thing is she’s not a kid! She’s a toddler! Dumbass.” he mumbles the last part, hoping that Y/N somehow wouldn’t hear. But she always found a way how.

“Can someone please slap Eren for me?” She yells from the kitchen. “Stop cursing in front of Myra!”

Eren has no time to defend himself as volunteers step up to do what their friend asked, but Mikasa was the quickest, and Eren was even quicker. He swiftly grabs Myra’s frog blanket from the bag sat beside him and hids his face in it, saving it from the harsh blow of Mikasa’s hand.

“You’re lucky I didn’t miss completely, I just don’t wanna wake Myra.” she confesses, walking back to her seat.

“God, I cant believe we almost named her after you.” Eren groaned, blanket still clutched in hand.

“Mimi’s close enough for me.” She smiles, noticing the way Myra starts to squirm a bit. “Throw the blanket over her, I think she’s cold.” She suggests, bringing Eren’s attention back to the little girl on his chest.

Eren is quick to unravel the rather big blanket from his grasp and take it in both hands to bring it in the air, watching it fall perfectly onto her small figure. The blanket basically covered his whole torso, the end tickling his neck a bit.

“Thanks again for the blanket, Historia. She loves it so much, a little too much.” he says, feeling his daughter move under the blanket so that her little arms were wrapped around his torso as far as she could go. “She won’t use the one I got her anymore.” he says with a slight frown.

The group laughs again, but quietly this time, not wanting the little girl to possibly wake up in a fit.

“I wouldn’t blame her, to be honest.” Jean shrugs, giving Eren a knowing glance, as well as a sly smirk. He knows how mad Y/N would get if he were to disobey her, especially a few minutes after she scolded him. Since Y/N was only a few feet away, Eren aggresively sticks his middle finger up to the man. It’s not like Myra could see through the blanket anyway.

“Are you gonna finish your ghost story, Jean?” Annie asked, although she didn’t believe a word. She just wants to see him make a fool out of himself.

Jeans eyes light up, snapping his fingers together as he sits upstraight again, ready to go into full detail once again. “Right! Okay, okay, so right when I went to shave my beard...”

Eren let’s Jean’s apparent ghost encounter story fade in the background, focusing on the shallow breaths coming from his daughter. He felt himself getting a little drowsy himself, as if her sleepiness was seeping into him.

He doesn’t waste time lifting the blanket a bit to wrap a protective arm around her small figure under it, adjusting his posture on the sofa and crossing his ankles over one another. His let his neck sink into the back of the couch, letting his head go as well so he facing the ceiling. With the warmth of the blanket and the little girl under it, he couldn’t help but close his drowsy eyes as well, finally giving in.

A few minutes pass and Jean is done telling his story, but of course, no one believes him. All except Historia. “Thank you, Historia! See I’m telling the truth. Morons.” Jean rolls his eyes at the way Armin and Sasha curl up as they laughed, Mikasa and Annie trying their best to hold in theirs.

Jean soon notices the person who would’ve regurlarly had the most to say was being awfully quiet. Getting ready to scold him for not listening, Jean is met with a site he has to admit, is the cutest thing he’s seen all year.

Eren was deep in slumber, soft snores coming from him and the little girl that rested as peacefully as he did on top of him. The print of his arm around her could be seen through the green blanket, as well as both of their steady breaths. They looked so comfortable, it would be a pain for them to get up soon, which they would have to eventually.

“Awww, they’re adorable!!” Historia exclaims from the other side of the room, which seemed to catch Y/N’s attention all the way from the kitchen.

“What’s happening? Is something cute happening? Someone take pictures!” She exclaimed, wanting to abandon the plates and take them herself, but thinks that would be rather rude to leave poor connie alone.

“On it!” Sasha and Jean say in unison. Both are quick to pull out their phones, Jean getting the more unappealing angles, while Sasha actually put some effort into it and snapped a few photos.

These were being sent to every single person on her contact list.

this was written at like 2 am sorry if there are typos i swear i reread 💔

also i’m currently working on a mob fic idk if ppl still like those but i most definitely do so watch out for that one :p

hope y’all liked this one lol

-aysha <3

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ewanssdjarins · 4 years ago

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