#a sprinkle of eren/armin/mikasa

[violetarks]

'cause i got my love to keep me warm!

anime: attack on titan

characters: eren jaeger, mikasa ackerman, porco galliard

summary: christmas isn't christmas without a kiss under the mistletoe!

warnings: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, second person pov, i am writing this in november guys, modern! au

↣ eren jeager:

you watched as jean hung up that plant above the entrance to the kitchen from the living room, an open doorway that definitely fit two people comfortably.

"jean... do i even wanna ask?" you huff out, sipping from your glass the sweet alcohol connie had handed to you.

"if you must know, mikasa is arriving soon and she brought desserts so she'll put 'em in the fridge, right?" he steps off the foot stool, putting it to the side. he stands with his hands on his hips, so proud of himself. "so i'll swoop in and help her carry her things and we'll kiss under the mistletoe and she'll fall in love with me."

you chuckle at his scheming, leaning against the wall beside the entrance, jean making sure to step a few feet away to not get caught with you. no offence. "i would be so flattered if someone did this for me."

"first find someone who will tolerate you that isn't sasha or connie." he retorts, stopping himself and look you square in the eyes, "or me. don't look for me. ever."

"oh i would rather gouge my eyes out." you huff, finishing your drink. the empty glass makes you frown. niccolo made such good alcoholic punch, you were downing so much of it. "hey, ymir! where's the rest of the drinks?"

"in the kitchen—ay, don't drink 'em all! not everyone has arrived yet!" she shouts, looking at you with your empty glass. she points a finger at you, as if to threaten, but you roll your eyes and waving your hand at her, leaving jean to his antics he was so proud of.

as you fill up your glass, you hear the last of your friends arrive. mikasa, armin and eren walk in, making everyone cheer and gather arround you. you were imagining jean's excitement as he saw his crush of a couple years. you sat in the kitchen and listened, preparing yourself to go out and talk to your own crush of a couple years. you were hoping that this time, eren and you could have a conversation throughout the night without him running to the bathroom or escaping to hang out with armin.

"y/n, get in here!" reiner calls from the living room, where everyone else was.

you huff back, pushing off the bench, "okay!" walking towards the exit of the kitchen, you fix your shirt and put on a smile. "it's so great to see you guys! it's been forever." you say, seeing eren walking towards you with a box of cupcakes. armin and mikasa say the same thing to you as a greeting. but you blink, seeing jean distraught as mikasa strikes up a conversation with historia and ymir, empty-handed.

"y/n. hey." eren says, giving you a soft smile.

"hi." you respond, looking down at the seal on the top of the box, "mikasa's cupcakes?"

he stops beside you, shrugging his shoulders. "yeah. can you tell which ones i decorated?" he chuckles nervously, watching you scan each dessert.

"ah... well..." you stammer, seeing the weirdly placed icing on a handful of the cupcakes, as well as the messy sprinkles. some of them were only on half of the cupcake. you give eren your best smile. "i would still choose yours over the others."

"thanks." he says back, rubbing the back of his neck. he then notices the glass in your hand. "how do the drinks taste?"

"oh, amazing. they taste so good." you admit, holding up your drink, "it's such a nice colour too. niccolo did very well—..." you held up your glass to the light to inspect the colour, but your eyes fall on something above you instead.

"y/n? what's... wrong?" he asks, looking up where you were. his ears begin to tint pink, face burning. "oh... who—who put that there?"

"jean did, to kiss mikasa." you admit, putting your glass down on the table beside you, taking the box from eren and doing the same thing. you began to feel your face heating up at well, a bit embarrassed. "it doesn't matter, just forget about it. i'll get you a drink."

but as you turn to the kitchen again, eren moves forward, trapping you against the wall of the room. you were out of sight from the rest of the party, eyes wide and staring at the man in front of you. he looked determined, eyes scanning yours.

"eren, what're you doing?" you say, keeping your hands against the wall. his were near your waist, his wrists bumping against you.

"can i?" he asks, gulping. his hair falls a little against his forehead, you watch the strands carefully. you could feel the heat radiating off his body, and see the mad blush over his cheeks. "can i kiss you? please?"

"yes." you say before you can think.

he dives forward, hand resting on your cheek to pull you closer. your hands leave the wall and you don't know where to put them. with gentle hands, you grasp the bottom of his hoodie and kiss back. eren kisses you just as softly, as if to not scare you. he was a little rough on the outside, so his delicate touches and kisses surprise you.

there was a sense of desperation that you could feel, as if he was waiting for this as long as you had. his other hand pulled you against him by your back, kissing you deeper. you let out a quick exhale, only to be pulled back into another kiss. and another. you almost couldn't breathe by how quickly he was kissing you.

"hey, you wanna' bring—WOAH WOAH WOAH!" sasha begins to yell, completely forgetting what she came in to ask you and now waving her hands around to cover her face. a few others run into the room to investigate as you and eren pull away, hands still on each other and staring back at sasha.

"what's wro—..." jean begins, stopping when he notices your position. it's quiet as armin, annie and reiner stare at you as well. you stay in your spot, still tugging on eren's shirt and torso, and eren's arms wrapped around you. jean is quiet before he begins shouting, nearly louder than the music. "WHAT? HOW—WHY ARE YOU KISSING HIM?"

"your stupid mistletoe!" you call back, taking your hands away from eren and pointing to the plant.

"oh so you stand under a mistletoe and you get to make out with someone in the kitchen," jean begins to complain as armin takes the others out of the room for privacy, "but when i do it, i get forced to kiss bertholdt?"

"that was like one time." eren sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets, brushing his face as if to wipe away his pink cheeks.

"whatever, asswipe." jean scowls, flipping the both of you off as he elaves, "enjoy your christmas, traitors."

as you are left alone, quietness consumes you. eren isn't able to meet your eye, much like you struggle to do as well.

but you clear your throat, "uh, yeah, so... thank you?"

"for kissing you?" eren hums, a bit of a smile on his lips.

"yeah? nevermind." you say, even more embarrassed. eren laughs a little, taking a step towards you again. you brace yourself before he places a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"you're welcome. i hope i can kiss you again." eren says, sending you a grin before he takes your hand, "you said these drinks were good, right? i'll try some."

he doesn't let go of your hand as he pours himself a glass. it seems like he has no intention of letting it go either.

↣ mikasa ackerman:

she watches you from the other side of the room, seeing how you laugh at something that sasha said. she grips her glass a little tighter, armin grabbing it from her in fear of it breaking.

"gosh, mikasa..." he huffs, setting it on the table and following her line of sight, "why don't you go up and talk to them?"

"armin..." she mutters out, looking at her friend briefly before he rolls his eyes and listens in to eren and jean's conversation about a recent sports game.

he couldn't be less interested, but it was better than dealing with mikasa's unwavering potectiveness.

"call y/n over here." she says.

"what?" armin says, raising a brow, "why?"

"just do it." mikasa tells him, elbowing his side.

armin winces, rubbing his ribs and waving his hand out at you. "hey, y/n!" he calls, watching you and sasha look his way, "c'mere for a sec!"

you excuse yourself, pattinf sasha's shoulder. she makes a beeline for the food table, where connie and reiner were at the moment. meanwhile, you walked over to armin and mikasa's spot on the couch, where the girl sat straighter and fixed her hair.

"hey, armin. it's good to see you, mikasa." you say, nodding at her and looking back at rhe blonde. mikasa relished in those few seconds, feeling her cheeks burn under your gaze and kind smile. "what's up?"

armin truthfully didn't know what to say. he made it sound like he needed you for something, but he was blank. "i, uh... i'm..." he frantically looked around, briefly at mikasa. she only widened her eyes a little and gave a look that said 'think of something'. he wanted to scold her. but his eyes lay on the drink he had taken from his friend. he perks up. "can you grab something for me?"

you raise your brows, hand out of your pocket and on your hip now. "uh, sure thing. what d'ya need?"

mikasa clenched her hands on her lap, silently cussing out armin. she asked him to bring you here so you could talk to her and be around her. why was he sending you on an errand run now?

"upstairs, i left some alcohol in the study that i forgot to bring down. could you just grab it for me?" he asks, actually remember that he legitamately forgot to get them, "i have to quickly check on the desserts."

"oh yeah, i can do that." you say, giving a thumbs up.

"thanks." he retorts, standing up, "mikasa, can you help her? it's a few bottles."

she blinks and stands up as well. "yeah, i—i can help." she mumbles, staring at you.

"great. just bring them to the kitchen when you're done." armin nods his head and then walks off, leaving you two alone.

you point to the stairs. "should we get going?"

"right." mikasa smiles, following after you.

the both of you leave the party in the living room, going towards the house entrance to go upstairs. it grew quieter, until all you heard was the two pairs of footsteps.

she walks up the stairs behind you, never taking her eyes off the back of your head. your hair looked so nice today, and your shirt hugged your figure so nicely. not to mention, your choice of fragrance today was enchanting. you smelt so nice...

"so, um... i heard you and that student from economics went out together..." mikasa says, trying to hide her deep rooted anger.

she had heard from eren who was told by jean, who was shown by reiner, who got sent a photo from annie, that you were seen on a date at a cafe near the university you all went to, with some random personfrom another course. by the end of the day, she had learnt who it was, what they did, what you two ordered, and that the person had only one girlfriend from early primary school.

you glance over your shoulder at her. "oh... right. well, we're just friends." you explain, shurgging your shoulders, "didn't really work out, it was only one date anyway. we're not interested in each other."

"oh, that's... that's good." mikasa chimes in, a small smile on her face. she couldn't contain her excitement. maybe you were interested in her instead.

"just these ones here, right?" you ask, holding up a few bottles in your hand as you kneeled in the study. mikasa snaps back into reality, nodding her head. "sweet. let's get 'em all."

mikasa begins to collect the alcohol as you do, being careful not to drop any. once they were all acquired, you begin on your way downstairs, making smalltalk with mikasa. about how her holidays are so far, her studies and all. you even ask about eren and armin. you were so considerate too, the way you made sure to carry more than her because you had seen her drink a few glasses before this, while you hadn't.

"you okay, mikasa?" you say from behind her. she nods her head, pleased by your concern. "good, good. i can't wait to try—fuck!"

she turns around just in time to catch a loose bottle once she's on the bottom of the stairs. the bottle doesn't go far, now laying in mikasa's arms. you steady yourself on the second last steps, clutching the alcohol to your chest. you were wide-eyed, staring at her.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry. thank you, mikasa." you say, breathless. she nods her head once and looks up to you on your elevated step, heaving the bottles safely in her hands. her eyes land on something passed you. "is something wrong?"

you follownyour gaze to see the a mistletoe hanging above you. "oh man, who put that there?" you ask, stepping down another step. you look to mikasa, who is staring bsck at you. if you knew anything, you knew the look on her face. a grin lays on your face and you sigh, "you poor thing."

"huh?" mikasa mutters, watching as you lean forward and press your lips against hers. a small squeak leaves her and she thinks she's about to drop the alcohol on the floor.

she tastes a little bitter due to the drinks she's been having, but you've been eating christmas sweets all night. the blend of the two flavours is nice. mikasa squeezes her eyes shut, and she can feel her cheeks burning as her heart beats faster.

you were cool and collected, gently moving your lips against hers and guiding the both of you. mikasa was too cute, asking you all these questions throughout the time you've known her, always finding a way to be alone with you. you ever really thought much of it, but that look in her eyes just then told you all you need to know.

when you pull away, mikasa's eyes slowly open, her lipstick now smudged and on you. you memorised her face, how her blush spread across her cheeks and her ears. meanwhile, mikasa tried to calm herself, shifting on her feet.

"you... didn't have to, y/n." she says, standing up straight.

but you walk down the rest of the stairs, pressing another kiss to her cheek as you pass her. "don't worry yourself. let's give these to armin, and then get a drink." you say, leading her to the kitchen.

she lets out a small breath, collecting herself and then following after you.

↣ porco galliard:

thank god armin was smart.

"pock! y/n is here now!" pieck announces from the dinner table. the restaurant was fully booked out and lively, piano played familiar christmas themes and the formal attire made it look as expensive as it really was. the food smelt amazing, which is why colt wanted to buy almost everything on the menu, to which reiner dismissed but truly wanted as well.

"yeah? why are you only tellin' me?" porco responds, not bothering to stand from his seat. but he searches the large crowd for your walking figure. pieck smiles, knowing of his not so secret feelings for you. when you finally make it to the table, porco sneaks glances.

"hey, i'm sorry i'm late. i couldn't find my shoes." you say, waving at everyone as they greet you too. you scan the table for a spare spot, only seeing one in between reiner and porco. your eyes lock with his, and he hastily looks away. as everyone falls into their own conversations, you stand near porco. "can i sit here?"

"see anywhere else you can sit?" he huffs back at you. you snicker, sitting down beside him and setting your jacket on the chair. everyone fell into conversation around you whilst you sat there quietly, playing with the napkin on your lap. porco stares at you for a moment before clearing his throat. "you look good. you... look nice."

your head turns to him, and a smile dawns on your face. "oh? thank you, porco. you look handsome tonight."

"thanks." he huffs, looking away. the food was coming now and he didn't want to look at your face as you stared at him. why were you so positive and sweet?

the dinner continues with small talk between the both of you and the rest of the table. zeke did his share of pushing porco and reiner's buttons, and you, bertholdt and pieck worked to mend their arguments.

as the food came and went, and drinks were topped off endlessly. colt was currently telling his own story about something funny that happened to him last week. he mentioned falco and gabi, and by the end of five minutes, porco was zoned out, drinking from his glass.

he was bored. as much as he enjoyed free food, he was so bored.

"i'm just gonna go to the bathroom." porco clears his throat, excusing himself.

he stands up, nudging against you genty by accident. but he finds himself brushing his hand against you and holding the back of your chair to stand up. you offered him a gentle smile, to which he nodded at and walked away.

"don't be too long, galliard." zeke chimes in, ellicting an eye roll from the said man, "we might miss you too much."

"suck it, jaeger." porco scoffs, fixing his collar as he leaves the table.

you watch him leave as everyone else falls into conversation. porco has always been different from everyone else, you realised. he was realistic, somewhat pessimistic, but always trying his best. you found yourself a little excited to be alone with him, but that was rare. there was never a good reason to be alone with him, and it was embarrassing to just say you wanted him to yourself.

so when you saw him pass the bathrooms and go straight to the empty balcony, you took your chance.

"i'll be back, gonna' go get a drink from the bar." you say, seeing the bar in the same direction as porco.

"damn, can't get enough, can you?" colt jokes, nodding to your empty glass.

"not all of us can be a lightweight like you." you chuckle, making your way over. it doesn't take you long til you open the door of the balcony and close it behind you. porco is leaning against the balcony railing, not hearing you until you clear your throat. "hey."

"oh, hey." he says, seeing you walk towards him.

"what are you doing out here?" you ask, standing beside him.

"gettin' some air. you?"

"followed you." porco raises a brow at you. "what? you looked lonely."

"shut up." he rolls his eyes, and runs his fingers through his hair. you catch yourself staring, then looking out to the city lights. "what're your plans for christmas?"

you lean against the railing, the night wind blowing towards you. "well, i'll go to my family's town for a few days, then come back here and celebrate myself." you explain, tilting your head, "yourself?"

"the same." he huffs, resting his hand on his neck, "marcel is expecting some souveniers."

"ha, right, right." you say, playing with your fingers. you secretly wished you could think of a more personal present for porco, you opted for a nice silver ring. you just needed a good time to give it to him before you both left. "hey, so—"

"i got you something." porco says, standing up straight. you stare at him, suddenly aware of how he looked in the moonlight and the soft yellows of the lights around you. he holds out a small box from his pocket. "merry christmas, y/n."

"porco, you didn't have to." you chuckle, taking the box from his hand.

"yeah i know. but you mentioned you lost yours. and i just so happened to be out and saw it." he claims as you pull out a bracelet that was so similar to yours that you lost. you were at a loss for words, only staring down at the gift. porco self-conciously shifted from foot to foot. "it's—it's not the exact one, but y'know."

"no, porco. i love it." you say, putting it on immediately. porco blinks and lets out a sigh of relief. "thank you so much. i... the gift i got you is actually in my jacket pocket. i'll give it to you later."

"oh, i didn't know." porco says, hands bracing the metal in front of you.

you've never had solid proof that porco liked you more than a friend, but this had to be it, right? you scan his face to see him smiling a little, before you look up and see the plant hanging above your heads. he doesn't see the red berries and green leaves, but you don't say a word.

"hey, porco?" you call.

"mhm?" he replies.

"let me kiss you?" you ask, leaning against his shoulder. porco's eyes stay on you, blank-faced. he doesn't know how to say 'yes'.

"what? you wanna' kiss me?" he reiterates.

you respond, tilting your head at him, "i've always wanted to kiss you." you say, "so can i?"

porco takes a deep breath in, looking down at your lips for a few seconds. and he nods nods head. you lean forward first, making the move to kiss porco and rest a hand against his shoulder. porco's hand is on your cheek, keeping you connected.

your fingers are hot against his arm, even through the shirt he wore. his cologne filled the air, and it was just as intoxicating as any other alcohol. as handsome as he was, the way porco took care of you was even more attractive.

he kissed you softly, making sure not to overstep and to gently brush his thumb against your cheekbone. you were warm compared to the cold air. the kiss lasted shorter than any of you would've wanted, but the look on each others' face was worth it.

"i've never actually kissed anyone under a mistletoe before." you admit, patting his shoulder.

he furrows his brows before looking up, seeing the mentioned item above you two. be then chuckles, "sneaky."

"you wanna' come to mine for christmas?" you ask, caressing his arm. porco grins a little, hair falling out of place. as he pushes it back, you hold the box in your other hand. "we can cook and watch movies. after we come back from our family's, of course."

"sounds good to me." porco says, pulling you closer. you chuckle, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. he leans closer to you, earning another smile. "another one?"

who were you to reject him?

[woahjo]

hmm maybe making out w/ armin after a tequila shot? i wanna see him lick the salt off his hand 😭

YAY thank u for sending something <33 and ooohhh jesus what an image.... yeah that's good.

cw: alcohol, dubcon (they're both drunk), this is kinda sweet idk

there's something going on with armin. between you and him. you're not sure when things changed, but they did, and now you find that you're unable to revert back to the way things used to be. there's tension, too thick to cut, that has swelled beneath every interaction you've had for the past few weeks.

your friend group hangs out a lot. eren likes to dance and armin likes the company of hosting. tonight, everyone's gathered at armin and eren's place. you, armin, eren, mikasa, connie, jean, sasha, even reiner made it out to see you all for a few minutes. there's an excited social air about the group, charged with some sort of anticipation that you feel every time one of them approaches you.

the music playing in the apartment is loud and sasha has just bounced off with mikasa in tow to find eren in the living room where he's sitting eating leftovers from yesterday next to the speaker. you're alone at the kitchen counter, sitting in that moment just before your loneliness becomes awkward.

"hey," armin comes up next to you, a haphazard smile plastered across his face, "take a shot with me."

you make a face. "what kind?"

armin's lips curl up in a smile. it's the kind of grin that makes him look mischievous. he wears it a lot when he drinks.

"tequila," he says, laughing to himself.

when armin drinks, he gets bubbly. the positive part of him comes out in droves and he seems to have less reservation about wearing his heart and affection on his sleeve. it's infectious and you find it hard to say no to him, harder now with the way he's looking at you though blonde lashes. plus, you like being alone with him. you always have, but lately it's been so charged that you can't help but be enthralled when it happens.

his cheeks are flushed a light tone of pink and the color drags across to the tip of his nose. you imagine that his face is warm, the way yours might be after the drinks you've had, and you feel that syrupy tension creep back into the interaction as you think of it.

you sigh, taking the bottle of shitty tequila from the counter and filling two empty shot glasses with it. you're giving him an exasperated look while you do it, like he's just begged you for hours to do something and you finally gave in.

armin tilts his head down and gives you a smile so uncharacteristically sleezy that it could drag across the floor. it's still charming though. his mess of blonde hair, strands stuck to his forehead, and the sweet countenance he has about him makes sure of that.

"you're so easy to please," you laugh as you slide armin's shot towards him.

he eyes it for a moment before grabbing a salt shaker from the wet counter top, not seeming to care about the mess he'll have to clean tomorrow from the house party. you watch as he smiles lopsidedly at you and then licks the space on the back of his hand between his thumb and wrist, sprinkling the salt over it. you copy his movements, holding out your fist with an eye roll as he loosely shakes the salt over it.

there are some precut lime slices on the counter, likely from someone else doing the same thing before the two of you, and the tequila is so shitty that it needs whatever help it can get. it's like gasoline, but you're young and broke and tequila is tequila. it works towards the same purpose.

then, armin smiles again at you and raises his eyebrows excitedly.

"ready? go."

you watch, a bit mesmerized as he lifts his wrist up to his lips and licks the salt from it, dragging his tongue against the soft skin of his hand before bringing his shot glass to his mouth and tilting his head back. his blonde hair moves with it, shifting backwards and momentarily exposing his forehead. you follow suit almost immediately after, watching him over the apples of your cheeks.

you're vaguely aware of the fact that he's also watching you, but armin's presence is so comfortable—so desired—that you don't particularly feel observed in any intrusive way.

the shot burns going down. yeah, it's gasoline and you put the lime in your mouth and bite down with furrowed eyebrows. you make a face and armin laughs at you in a way fitting of his friendly manner. so effortlessly charming, so sweet. he follows suit, raising the sour fruit to his mouth and biting down, still wearing that silly little grin.

you smile and armin mirrors it, coughing lightly before settling with the taste. you're alone and the air is so charged that you feel it on your skin. armin takes a step forward and your skin prickles delightfully. it feels so effortless to you, something that exists between you two that makes the flirting easy.

you don't have to wonder if he's going to kiss you. you know he is. armin is shy, but he's been drinking, and weeks have gone by now inching closer and closer to this. people say that you shouldn't hook up with your friends, let alone one of your best friends, but when it's this easy and with someone as sweet as armin, it's hard not to ignore that advice.

he leans in a little, reaching up to touch the side of your face. then, he furrows his eyebrows as if to double check that you're really doing this. when you don't pull back, he puts his lips to yours and you immediately reach up to touch his face.

you pull him closer, inhaling and pressing your body against his and snaking your hand into his tufts of blonde hair. your mouth parts to let him in and you feel his tongue snake across yours. he tastes like lime and the aftertaste of tequila, and something else, something slightly sweet and human that you attribute to his breath.

armin's free hand comes to rest on your hip, tugging you lightly into him. you feel the way his face heats when he does, warming like he's blushing and something in your lower stomach pulses with need. every confident action, every swipe of his tongue, is followed by something bashful. an equal and opposite reaction that leaves you endeared and hungry.

you gasp a little when he knocks your body lightly against his.

"sorry," he breathes against your mouth, not pausing in his movements as he chases you. he sounds breathless and needy, but also genuinely apologetic for his eagerness. you give into him further to quell the anxiety.

you're not sure how long you spend like that, pushed flush up against each other's body. armin's hand roams up the underside of your shirt, his fingertips grazing your warm belly while you snake yours under his to touch his bare back. you only separate when you hear someone clamoring up from the couch and making their way to the kitchen.

the two of you separate quickly and you swipe your bottom lip with your thumb as if that would hide the swollen look of your mouth. armin adjusts his shirt and clears his throat as jean rounds the corner.

he looks between the two of you, standing an awkward foot away from each other before he scoffs lightly.

"sorry to interrupt," he says with a whistle and armin lights up like a switchboard, his ears turning red.

he let's his head fall when jean leaves, leaning against the countertop and looking back up at you with an embarrassed, sweet smile.

[levilxvr]

aot characters and their favourite christmas activities

ft. levi, erwin, armin, eren, mikasa

cw: modern au, fluff

levi- christmas markets

he loves them and they’re probably one of the best ways to get into the festive mood. When it comes to the holidays, his favourite thing to do is drive around the towns and stop by at different christmas markets. It’s kinda like a little date as well, and you’ll spend hours walking along the stalls with him picking up every piece of decoration that catches your eye, tasting wine and getting customised gingerbread houses.

The highlight of the trip is always that one homemade tea leaf stand you visit every year. That’s where levi will be tasting every sample they offer, getting absorbed into the history behind the tea and all sorts of fancy stuff. By the end of the day the entire back row of his car is loaded with souvenirs from the christmas markets, along with a couple boxes of unique tea leaves. His favourite is the orange cinnamon blend- every night the citrusy, sweet scent wafts around the living room as he enjoys it while watching tv with you.

erwin- knitting matching ugly sweaters

ok look i have this headcanon that erwin loves to knit and crochet. It’s one of his love languages, making those cute little yarn octopi and whales that you can turn into keychains and all. But when it’s christmas time he goes full focus mode, spending days knitting ugly christmas sweaters for both of you to wear. Every year erwin does a different colour theme. Last year was red and neon green, this year you both agreed on dark green and white.

He likes knitting while you lie with him on the couch, your head resting on his abdomen as you cuddle his legs while he’s creating his sweaters. It’s also easy for him to gauge your size since you’re right there and he can just slap the material on your back. Hange always teases him for being all cute and sappy, putting in effort to make matching goofy outfits but he doesn’t mind. All that matters is that you’re warm and cozy.

armin- cookie baking

What better way to spend the christmas season together than to have a cookie date? Armin invites you over every year so you can bake with him. He’s got everything covered, basic ingredients, bowls, sprinkles, icing and toppings. It’s really therapeutic and peaceful, hanging out with him as you bake all sorts of flavoured cookies. He’s great in the kitchen and knows every recipe like the back of his hand- he can just eyeball the ingredients and they always turn out perfect.

His favourite part is decorating the cookies. Armin loves spending quality time with you alone like this, chatting about anything while you help each other spread icing and dump loads of sprinkles. The real fun starts when one of you splats icing on the other, and by the time the cookies are done being decorated the both of you are covered in basically everything too lol

eren- gingerbread house competitions

Eren buys those HUGE sets like the family sized ones- but one for each of you. According to him, the bigger the better. (ykyk) Oh yeah he likes doing those timelapses as well for fun to send to armin and mikasa once you’re done. Even though he says it’s just a friendly game, it turns into a whole chaotic scene when you’re in the middle of piping icing on the roof and his entire house collapses and cracks lmaoo he’d be so pissed

Then he starts blaming it on the gingerbread quality and pleads with you to let him do yours together instead. He’d be super sweet though, standing behind you with his arms round your waist while you’re putting the jellies around it. He’d be diligently handing you more fruit drops cuz you don’t trust him with your house after what happened. In the end he eats like everything and leaves you the door and one panel of the roof.

mikasa- building snowmen

she’s such a sweetheart. Loves building snowmen representing you and her in the yard, and wraps her scarf on one of them.

“that one’s you.” she points to the one with the scarf.

“shouldn’t that be you?”

“no, my snowman gave your snowman the scarf so yours can keep warm.” she wraps an arm around you and you reach up to kiss her cheek, already blushing from the cold. After that you continue making all sorts of snowmen for the others, stacking them together in a row along the fence so you can admire them every time you go out.

Before you head back into the house she stops in front of the two snowmen closer to each other, crouches down and draws a little heart on the ground. She smiles in satisfaction, because now they’re complete.

[cutecinnamon]

"Smiles & Frosting" { Levi x Reader Oneshot }

⊹₊ No CW, Just Fluff and Levi being a Dad, ♡ Also Spending time with Luna and their squad ⊹₊

♡ ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

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• 2,043 word count •

Synopsis:

Today is the first birthday of (y/n) and Levi's little daughter Luna, (y/n) starts to playfully put frosting at their little girl's face and Levi who is still a clean freak as always disagrees, but eventually joins in. Their squad members are also invited to the party bringing out more happiness to the little warm and cozy event,

:divider by @saradika-graphics

"Tch (y/n), she's going to get all sticky and dirty with the amount of cake frosting at her fa-"

Before Levi could continue (y/n) gently strokes her thumb at Levi's face with a big warm smile on her face.

Levi felt something cold touched his skin, he then reaches to his left cheek and saw pink frosting with a few pastel colored sprinkles.

Before Levi could complain, He saw their little daughter Luna who was at (y/n) arms, she was was looking at him while cooing and giggling, her tiny hands reaching up his face while her little legs were swinging in delight.

Luna was wearing a cute little pink dress and white little mary jane shoes with a pair of cute ribbons, Her right cheek has a few streaks of pink frosting on it.

Luna was like a little version of Levi, she has his raven black hair, his gray yet blueish orbs and his complexion, but her eyes were wide and gentle just like (y/n)'s.

"Levi, she's reaching out to you." (y/n) said gently while bringing Luna closer to Levi.

"C'mere little brat, your mom got you all dirty and sticky with all of those frosting." Levi stated while gently reaching for Luna shielding her lovingly in his arms.

"Come on Levi, its her first birthday, she deserves to try the fun things like getting frosting at her face." (y/n) said while laughing and giggling at her Husband.

Levi couldn't help but stare at his wife's genuine warm and big smile, it was a very cozy and perfect sight in Levi's perspective.

All these years he was alive he thought that living in this world will only consists of fighting titans and fighting for survival, not until he met (y/n) who eventually became his squad member and significant other, as well as the first time he held his small little daughter in his arms a few minutes after her birth looking at him with the same grey yet blueish orbs he also had.

Levi's mind was back at the past only to be pulled back to the present by Luna who presses her little nose at Levi's own.

Luna giggles while looking at her father.

"Daaa!" Luna managed to say while looking at Levi with her adorable little voice, her little legs still actively swinging in excitement as she glances at her father.

"I love you too, Luna." Levi said, his orbs conveying love, affection and gentleness.

(y/n) then approaches the two,

"Luna, its time for you to blow your cake." (y/n) said softly but in a very excited tone, she then leads Levi who was still carrying Luna to the table decorated with a soft pink table cloth with cute little pearly white colored teacups and pastel colored plates. (y/n) also prepared a lot of food since their squad members are also here to celebrate with them.

Armin, Annie, Jean, Mikasa, Eren, Reiner, Connie, Sasha, Hange, and Erwin managed to attend their little daughter's birthday party.

Everyone started to smile and sing the birthday song while Levi was carrying Luna in his arms, (y/n) standing beside them her arms holding Levi's back gently and supporting their daughter's side hugging them.

"Daaa!" Luna said energetically while trying to reach her little fisted hands to the candle flame, for some reason she first learned the word "Daaa" which means daddy since she was very fond of Levi and it somehow became her favorite word.

"Hey, be careful brat you might burn your hands." Levi said protectively, as he stepped a bit backwards.

"Luna, be careful alright? The flame might hurt your hands..." (y/n) said with a loving and motherly tone as she gently puts her index finger to Luna's small little hands, Luna accepts her mother's index finger, wrapping her little hands to it.

"Maaa!" Luna responded to her mother with a big smile on her face, it felt like she understood not to touch the burning small flame at the candle anymore.

"Its funny how Luna is not as stubborn as, Captain Levi and (y/n) even though they are her parents." Connie stated in a teasing tone while Jean laughed holding his stomach.

"Hey you two, do you want Captain Levi to kick us out?" Armin asked them while trying to stop them from teasing the two parents.

"Hey, if they kick us out we wont be able to try and eat the food (y/n) prepared." Sasha said while crossing her arms and making a pouty expression, she then glances at the meat at the table prepared with mushrooms and gravy making her eyes sparkle.

"Alright thats it, if you all don't stop with the teasing I'll make sure you all clean the whole squad headquarters tonight." Levi said, his tone was commanding but it was laced with warmth and gentleness.

"Come on Levi, its Luna's birthday, loosen up a bit and let them tease. Besides its not like its false that you and (y/n) both have the stubborn and reckless attitude just like Luna." Hange laughed in a teasing tone while looking at the family of three in front of the birthday cake.

After all of the teasing and laughter, Levi and (y'n) leans forward together with Luna looking at the birthday cake and the small pink candle as they made a wish for their daughter, since Luna was not yet capable of blowing candles and only made cooing noises while trying to reach for the burning flame, Levi and (y'n) did it for her.

Luna's smile was priceless after her parents made their wish and blew her birthday candle, and everyone was in awe of the sight, it was a family of three, not to mention Captain Levi who was always a reserved person with a cold exterior, his eyes were now very gentle and filled with warmth as he looks at his daughter and his wife.

(y'n)'s gaze also held the same emotions, as she looks at Levi and their little girl with those gentle and loving gaze she always holds for them.

Later on, Sasha, Eren and Connie asks Levi if they can carry Luna with the look of anticipation written in their faces as their eyes sparkle with affection and excitement while looking at Luna.

"Tch, be careful brats if any of you accidentally drops her I'll make sure you all will regret it." Levi stated with a hint of irritation and threat as he lets Sasha hold onto the little girl who was looking at Sasha with wide eyes and a big smile at her face.

(y/n) approaches Levi placing another stroke of pink frosting at his nose this time.

"Tch I told you not to-" before Levi could continue he saw one of the most priceless and prettiest scenery again, it was his wife giggling and looking at him like a little child who saw nothing but peace and only the beautiful aspects of this world.

Levi then puts his thumb at the side of the cake, swiping it to the soft pink frosting then gently stroking his finger at (y/n)'s nose and cheeks with a hint of nothing but love and tenderness at his gaze.

(y/n) was caught a bit off guard but she steps forward embracing Levi delicately, she then cups his face with both of her hands a few of her fingers still covered with a bit of frosting.

"I love you, thank you for you, and for giving me Luna." (y/n) said her eyes converying a lot of love for him and their daughter.

"I love you too (y/n) thank you for bringing Luna to our little world." Levi said as he grabs her waist closer to him and pressing a kiss at her lips.

"You two should get a room." Erwin said while Reiner and Jean were both laughing like they've seen a dumb looking titan or something.

Hange then speaks in a teasing tone "Hey, don't you all think its a bit early to give Luna a little sister?"

"Shut up four eyes, its none of your bussiness." Levi said with a frown but later on his expression was replaced with a small smile as he looks at (y/n) again gently placing a kiss on her forehead this time.

"You hear that? I think auntie Hange and uncle Erwin is more than happy to look after Luna tonight," Levi said while looking at (y/n) with a small and playful smirk.

"I think that could be arranged, Captain." (y/n) said with a small smile and soft chuckles.

"Hey cover her eyes sasha, she can't see people kissing yet!" Connie said to Sasha who placed his hands at Luna's eyes gently to block her view of her parents kissing and being all lovingly.

"Hey brat and potato girl, didn't I tell you not to touch her face with your dirty hands?" Levi said with a hint of annoyance and threat.

"I- I'm sorry Captain, we both promise we are both clean and germs free, right Luna?" Connie asked Luna who was just smilling and giggling her little legs still swaying actively.

"Meaaaa!" Luna said while Sasha was carrying her.

"Did she just said Meat?" Eren asked while Reiner was laughing stupidly at the back while Mikasa was looking at Luna with her gently gaze.

"Did you all seriously thought her how to say meat?" (y/n) said while laughing.

A small smile made its way to Levi's lips, seeing his squad with his daughter was a very peaceful sight for him, and his wife by his side with her gaze holding nothing but love, warmth, affection and tenderness.

Annie and Mikasa then gently took Luna from Sasha and Connie, "She'll be staying with us for now, right little Luna?" Mikasa asked with a soft and gentle voice while Annie was delicately carrying her.

Armin and Eren stared at the two young scouts with awe as their cheeks both started to uncontrollably blush.

"Looks like someone has a crush." Hange nudged the two with her elbows playfully.

"He-Hey its not like that." Eren said as he playfully frowns at Hange with a shade of red still lingering on his cheeks, while armin was covering his face that looks red as strawberries.

"Lets all eat now, the food might get cold, I'll also slice the cake now." (y/n) stated as she grabbed the small dainty pastel colored plates.

Everyone had a great time, as they all celebrated Luna's first birthday.

After the Birthday party was over, Luna was now peacefully sleeping at her crib which was beside (y/n) and Levi's bedside.

"Hey, you look tired." Levi said while he reaches for (y/n)'s arms encouraging her to join him at their shared bed with his already tired and heavy eyelids.

(y/n) joins him as they both tuck themselves together in their comfy shared bed, their bodies seeking warmth and comfort from each other, Levi wraps his arms around her and she did the same, her face resting at Levi's chest while he strokes her hair as they both were covered with the warm sheets of the bed.

"I really did enjoy today..." (y/n) said to Levi with her usual soft voice, her gaze softening even more.

"Our little brat is growing healthy and happily each day, I'm happy too (y/n)." Levi responded while pulling (y/n) closer to him.

"Did we both have the same wish for Luna's birthday?" (y/n) asked Levi curiously.

"I suppose yes, and I have nothing more to wish for, as I already have both of them here with me." Levi said looking at (y/n) leaning forward to her and planting a gentle kiss on her lips, he then glances at Luna who was still sleeping peacefully, his tone of voice and gaze once again laced with love and affection.

Levi and (y/n) both found peace and happiness in their little one, their little moon, that served as their light in their dark and hard moments in life.

Despite everything that happened as well as the hardships, (y/n) and Levi both knew that they'll be alright as long as they can provide a happy, loving and peaceful family to Luna, with their warm smiles and priceless cozy moments together, which they both had always wished for.

I hope you all enjoy this happy and fluffy frosting filled birthday fic ♡ I'm honestly happy with how this was written, and it was a relaxing piece to write after a stressful case analysis I had to do,♡ I hope you all enjoy it too, ♡ ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

- Cinna

[snoopyearss]

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I’m just thinking about how they would comfort you/calm you down due to an overstimulating environment. If you both were in public, they would notice immediately when you feel uncomfortable. It would be the little fidgets that you do.

Gripping on to and rubbing the pendant of the necklace they gave you, playing with your ear lobe, rubbing the side of your neck, etc. or even just watching your whole demeanor change.

They’ll notice right away when your social battery dies, and that’s when it’s time to go home. 

They’d let everyone know that you both must leave, although seeing them was fun. And make a beeline for the door.

They would shower with you that night (if you’re feeling up to it) and use your loofa to scrub your back and massage your shoulders as you let the soapy warm water trickle down your body, lowering your quickened heart rate.

You’d both put on your pjs and crawl under your fluffy comforter and lay on their chest. They’d coo at you and sprinkle peppered kisses all over your face and caress the side of your cheek. They would whisper “it’s ok baby, I’m right here. That was a lot wasn’t it? I’m sorry my love. Let’s stay in tomorrow, hm?”

Eventually you two fall asleep in each others arms, their heartbeat and steady breathing lulling you to sleep.

Gojo, geto, nanami, shoko, yuta, choso, toji, eren, Armin, mikasa, jean, hange, levi, itadori, megumi

[natsuki208]

The 104th squad’s favourite ice cream flavours! 🍦🍧

(Imagine them going to an ice cream shop on a hot summer day)

~

Eren - Chocolate. Just plain chocolate and that’s how he likes it.

Mikasa - Mint choc since her dad would always buy that for her when she was a kid.

Armin - Strawberry and he can go on and on why he loves it when people disagree with him.

Jean - He also likes chocolate, but also enjoys rocky road chocolate.

Marco - Plain vanilla, with some sprinkles and a flake on the side. Every time in the summer.

Connie - Neapolitan, and then he mixes all three together to make some ‘odd’ flavour.

Sasha - All of them… she can’t decide.

Christa - Cookie dough, either plain or chocolate chip. Always wastes the cone.

Ymir - Not a fan of ice cream in general but will gladly eat the cone Christa never eats.

Annie - Enjoys vanilla as well, but mainly prefers ice lollies over ice cream. Especially lemon flavoured.

Reiner - Cookies n’ cream all the way. He gets sprinkles with his every time too.

Bertholdt - Stuck between mint choc or shaved ice. Even though he takes shaved ice more often.

[arteastica]

early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (7)

erwin x fem!reader

chapters: (1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (8) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (12) | (13) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (17) | (18) | (19) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (23) | (24) | (25) | (26) | (27)

summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)

notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?

content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters.) no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)

wc: 2.8k

You weren’t exactly sure why, but the sight of someone analyzing financial records in the middle of a late-summer afternoon was, all of a sudden, so interesting to you. Long, experienced fingers tapping on the desk, rolled-up sleeves revealing a pair of well-muscled forearms that were generously sprinkled with light brown hair, tense neck muscles occasionally drawing a circle in the air, and jungle-dense eyebrows temporarily locked in a slight frown. He had been sitting there since noon, hadn’t even paused for lunch. It seemed like he didn’t have eyes for anything or anyone else but that paper in front of him. And that annoyed you a little.

So much could have been said about his superhuman ability to focus or his equally remarkable jawline, but he looked up to stretch his neck and saw you. And you figured it was already too late to start pretending you had been busy with something other than staring, even though your ears felt impossibly hot and suggested otherwise. If he thought it was weird that his assistant had been creepily staring at him while he worked, he must have been too polite to tell you, because instead, he smiled softly.

“I will be done soon. Then we can go over the winter budget, as well as anything else you might need for the coming days.”

“When will you be back?” You really wanted to know, but as soon as the question left your mouth, you wished you had sounded more like an assistant and less like a wife.

“I should be back by Monday. Sorry to leave you alone with all of this.” He looked at the papers on his desk.

It’s not like you were taking his place, you were just going to keep his paperwork from piling up and make sure a demoralizing list of unfinished tasks wouldn’t be waiting for him when he returned. You didn’t know what he was off to, though, just that he would be going to Sina, and that he was taking Armin, Mikasa, and a few other soldiers with him. Given that those two were on the list, you wondered if this sudden excursion to the capital had something to do with Eren. Most likely. More like you wanted to think so. Because that, at least, would provide some much needed context.

In all honesty, you were a little hurt he hadn’t taken you with him, and that he was taking some of your former classmates instead. You had gotten so used to being on the receiving end of his polite requests and recurrent demands, that it was a little hard to accept the fact that he would be just fine without you. You had forgotten that, in fact, he had been just fine without you for the vast majority of his time as commander.

But on the other hand, a small part of you was actually grateful that he was leaving. Distance sounded like something that both you and your busy head could benefit from. It just felt like it would.

“It’s fine. When you come back, you’ll find everything exactly as you left it.” You smiled back, trying to reassure both him and yourself that you could handle his absence.

-

The moon had long claimed her spot in the sky when you were finally able to slip under the covers. One good thing about living in a big castle was that everyone got their own room. There weren’t many scouts to begin with, barely three hundred if you weren’t mistaken, and a lot of them weren’t even positioned in the headquarters. And it was after stressful and unnecessarily long days like this one, that you were particularly glad you had a room for yourself.

Your job wasn’t the problem. Yes, it was true that you were busier now that all of the commander’s paperwork went directly to you, and that his absence had unfortunately coincided with the beginning of the winter stockpiling process, which by the way, was proving to be significantly more challenging than you expected, given the limited resources available. But none of that was the problem. The problem was everything else.

It was the fact that Sasha, Reiner, Krista, Connie and the others had all been sent to another camp so they could be monitored by Squad Leader Miche, and that you didn’t know what they would need monitoring for, in the first place.

It was the fact that whoever was inside the female titan hadn’t been caught yet, and the possibility that there could be a spy living under the same roof as you.

It was the fact that it had been three nights since they had left for the capital, and you hadn’t heard from them at all.

It was the fact that every time you looked at his chair, it was still empty. And most importantly, the fact this made your heart weigh like a rock.

So, when your hand reached between your legs, you were certainly glad you had a room completely for yourself. Your fingers were always helpful on nights when you needed to decompress. So you tilted your head back, closed your eyes, and welcomed them in. But this time, when you felt their delicate touch caressing you through the fabric, you pictured fingers that didn’t belong to you. When they impatiently slipped under the cotton, you saw a smile that didn’t come from your lips. When they delightfully played with your clit and your breath quickened, you saw a face that had become as familiar as your reflection, but that looked nothing like yours. When they stretched you out exquisitely and your mouth opened wide to let out a silent moan, you heard a voice that didn’t sound like yours. And when they entered you repeatedly and you rolled your hips to match their delicious pace, you wanted to moan one name in particular. His name.

But you knew once his name left your lips, there would be no coming back. How were you supposed to look at him again after that? And most importantly, how were you supposed to keep fooling yourself after that?

-

Shameless. The way you practically ran down the stairs the moment you saw the convoy in the distance. Outrageous. The way your body forgot what a normal heart rate was supposed to be like the moment you caught sight of him. Completely unacceptable. The way your brain spent all that will power trying to stop you from throwing yourself into his arms, some part of you clearly struggling to understand that one is not supposed to hug one’s boss, no matter how long they had been gone for, or how good they smelled. And, most of all, extremely concerning. How the familiar sight of him sitting at his desk had been enough to melt your stress away, even though the winter stockpiling and the other problems you had been worrying about for the last few days were nothing but solved.

Except for one. The identity of the female titan had been revealed. Turns out that had been the sole purpose of their visit to Sina. You had never been particularly close with Annie, not that she was close with anyone for that matter, but still. To think that you had shared a room with her for three whole years sent chills down your spine. So you tried to avoid thinking about it.

And although the alleged spy living among you hadn’t been identified yet, catching the Female had been a complete morale booster for everyone at the headquarters, and as a result, the ale-induced singing was back in full swing, much to the dismay of your ears. You were certain that the ale rations wouldn’t last long. At that rate, they would have no booze left to warm them up during the cold months. And you had voiced these concerns to the commander. But he had just smiled reassuringly, as it was very much in character for him, and told you to let them have it.

“Occasions to celebrate are rare in this day and age, which reminds me,” he pulled a small tin box out of a drawer “I got you something.”

For me? Strange. You couldn’t remember having butterflies for lunch. But you tried to ignore them, and instead focused your efforts on helping your trembling fingers open the box.

And as soon as you saw what was inside, your eyes hurried to find him. Your mind suddenly flooded with memories that you realized were so distant now.

“But, commander, this costs an arm and a leg.” Your voice did nothing to contain the childlike joy you were experiencing. Figs were scarce, especially the ones that grew in the equally limited plots of land inside wall Sina. And this, the dried variety, was your favorite. It was not something people would indulge in often, however.

“Don’t worry about it. You told me it's been months since you last went home. Figured you must miss it.”

And there it was again. That excited flutter in your belly, as well as that problematic urge to jump into his arms. But you settled for an enthusiastic nod instead.

“Fig season, it was the time my father dreaded the most. I always came home from school with my bag full of fruit.” You reminisced aloud, longing present in every word. “It would always end up the same: my father complaining about me not understanding the value of money, all while munching on a fig himself.” You chuckled, and realized you actually wouldn’t mind getting scolded again. “But once he was done lecturing me, I would go to my room, lay them on the balcony, and wait for days. The scolding was agonizing but not as much as having to wait for the fruit to dry. I have never liked fresh figs that much really.” Your eyes drifted back to him just as you were about to start elaborating on the reason for that. “I’m sorry, you must have better things to do. But can I ask one last question?”

He nodded reassuringly, and you went ahead.

“How did you get them? I mean, didn’t Stohess get pretty damaged by Ann- the female titan?”

“I got them before that happened. As well as this.” He handed you a letter. The pretentious golden wax sealing it had already been broken, and upon closer inspection, you realized it was an invitation.

“A ball?” You asked him, voice thick with incredulity. Not only the city had been destroyed, but lots of lives had been lost during Eren and Annie’s clash. “Isn’t it a little… insensitive? I mean, holding an event like this, after what happened?”

“It is. Hange said the same thing. Everyone would rather not go, but we figured this will be a good opportunity to rub shoulders with potential contributors. I’m guessing what happened in Stohess wasn’t much of an issue for the organizers, since the event won’t be taking place there anyway.”

You eyed the invitation again. Mitras. In fact, it was not far from your house.

“You are from the capital, right? I was thinking you could take advantage of the opportunity and get to see your family.” A very pleasant warmth spread through your chest at the idea. You actually missed home quite a bit. “But you don’t have to attend if you don’t want to, so don’t feel pressured. Just think about it. Levi wished he had a choice.”

You couldn’t help letting out a chuckle. Dancing did sound very out of character for Captain Levi.

-

You eyed the small tin box on your desk, which was now missing more than half of its original content. You had already decided you were going to keep it even after the figs were all gone. It’s not like you were starting a collection or anything, but you enjoyed looking at the box. Something about it sent a tingling warmth down your limbs, and it happened to be the same kind of warmth you felt when staring at him. With the box, however, you didn’t risk getting caught. And that was a considerable advantage.

With that said, he seemed to be very busy now and, as far as you knew, a little staring never killed anyone. Good gracious. For someone reading a fat, dusty book about boring royal history, he was way too entertaining for the eyes. You liked observing him because, no matter how much you did it, there was always something new to look at, to notice, to tell your journal about. You had been wondering for a while, about his hair. It was always perfectly groomed, neatly parted on the left side. In fact, it was so obedient that you had never seen him tucking it behind his ear. He seemed to take such good care of it. No. Actually, not only his hair. Every aspect of his appearance was always so well-cared for.

It was a mystery, how someone with that many daily demands managed to keep a clean shave, impeccable hair, and smell that good at all times. You found the thought of him, taking a few minutes every morning to stand in front of a mirror and take care of himself, oddly comforting. It was nice to know there were at least small moments of normalcy in the life of the 13th Commander of the Survey Corps. You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering, however, how would his hair look disheveled and sticking to his sweaty forehead, and that tingling sensation in your lower stomach reminded you that it was probably time to look away.

So your eyes reluctantly traveled to the other side of the room, where they landed on the old chess board he kept by the fireplace. But even there, the question remained the same: When does he even play? Maybe sometimes, on very rare nights when there were no reports to write and no strategies to plan, he poured himself a glass of wine and sat by the fireplace to indulge in a rightfully deserved game of chess. But whether that happened or not, you realized it would, most likely, always remain a mystery to you. And you found yourself wishing your presence in his office wasn’t limited to official hours.

“It was my father’s.” The sound of his voice drew you away from your discontentment. “He said playing helped him think straight. More rationally.” He paused for a moment and then looked at you. “And less impulsively.” His eyes were all those glacial colors, but you swore sometimes they could burn so much.

“There’s nothing wrong with impulsive thoughts.” You held his gaze firmly as you spoke. “As long as we don’t act on them.”

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards. “Do you play?”

You shook your head lightly. “I never learned.” Which was weird, given the fact that chess was extremely popular back in Mitras and almost everyone played, even your parents. Whether they enjoyed it or not didn’t really matter, that was besides the point, because in the capital, chess wasn’t really played for entertainment purposes. “My mother tried to teach me when I was little. She insists it’s an important life skill. The game is somewhat of a status symbol where I live.”

He nodded in understanding. “The only thing my predecessor asked before appointing me was ‘are you good at chess?’ In the capital, the game is used as a tool to assess people and their value. If you perform well, they will believe everything you say, they will finance any project you propose, irrespective of the cost. But if your game is weak,”

“They won’t even listen to what you have to say.” You finished the thought. Despite having never seen him play, you were certain a man like him never struggled to be taken seriously. “How long have you been playing?”

“Since I was old enough to learn.”

“You must be very passionate.” You didn’t intend that sentence to come out in something similar to a whisper, but honestly you didn’t mind. And, if the way his lips curved was anything to go by, he didn’t seem to either.

“Or addicted. When sleep evades me, I play. When I need a fresh perspective, I play.” His demeanor slowly matured into something less playful as he spoke. “When I can’t make sense of what I’m feeling, I play.”

“And when you’re having impulsive thoughts?” You held his gaze boldly, even though it had never felt that heavy before. “Do you also play then?”

“Sometimes. There are some thoughts, however, that I don’t mind having.” His eyes bore into yours as the words left his mouth. “I’m starting to think I like them.”

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aot character's nationalities 

okay, so from what I've found (taking things like name origins and canonical story building), im going to try and make a complete list of aot characters and their nationalities.

Eren Jaeger/Jäger: as a surprise to no one, Eren is three fourths German, one fourth Turkish.

Carla Jaeger/Jäger: Half Turkish, half German. ("Carla" comes from Germanic roots.)

Grisha Jäger/Jaeger: German. Duh.

Zeke Jaeger/Jäger: Three fourths German, one fourth English.

Mikasa Ackerman: Half Japanese, half Ashkenazi Jewish. (Duh X2. Ackerman is an Ashkenazi Jewish surname, usually hailing from Germany or Scandinavia. While I don't know which one of the two the Ackermans we see would fall under, as none of them slap me in the face as German except for perhaps Kuchel [and even she strikes me as more Italian or Dutch than anything], Ashkenazi is widely regarded as an ethnic group of their own.)

Levi Ackerman: Half Russian, half Ashkenazi Jewish. (As a half Russian Ashkenazi Jew, pretty spot on.) Levi and Russian men have similar facial structures, in which their heads are sort of heart shaped, or rounded and then pointed at the end.

Kenny Ackerman: Ashkenazi Jewish.

Kuchel Ackerman: Ashkenazi Jewish.

Armin Arlert: Okay, so (slightly?) hot take (lukewarm at best), but Armin's half German, half Finnish. He has a similar rounded face structure to most Finnish people, not to mention the hair and the eyes. (Seriously, the hair texture looks so similar.) Plus Arlert is an OLD Germanic surname, which often coincided with people of Scandinavian descent. Half German because Armin is a German name. Plus, if you look at pictures of his parents, his father resembles men of Finnish descent and his mother of women of German descent. So, tl;dr: Armin's half German, half Finnish.

Sasha Braus: I can take this one out quick as a bitch; Austrian with some Czech sprinkled in. ('Braus' is an Austrian surname. So, woo-hoo for my home country, LOL! And before people say something about how her name is a play on a German language saying...what language do you think us Austrians speak?) While not definitively Czech to the point where she can say specific family members have that descent, it's made its way into her gene pool with the hair color and texture, cheekbones/shape, and nose. (I would not say she's Russian even though 'Sasha' is definitely Russian, mostly because the other indicators point to Austrian and Czech being more likely.)

Conny Springer: Alright, hear me out AGAIN. Conny's half Slavic, and more specifically, he's half Serbian. Springer (or Špringer) is an Irish/Slavic surname often found in Serbia. Your average Serbian man and Conny share deep-set eyes, nice brows, a face that curves in that particular Conny shape, and a similar hair texture. Conny, and also John Constantine (which is what I believe is his canonical full name, someone correct me if I'm wrong), but specifically Constantine, has origins in both Old English and in Slavic language. Which brings me to his other half: German. Because when in doubt, in AOT, they're part German.

Erwin Smith: ENGLISH. next.

Hangë Zoe: Half Greek, half German. They're half Greek because the name Zoe is of greek origin. Hangë also shares qualities similar to Greek features; a Greek nose, tan skin, and dark hair. Plus with Greece still overcoming an emigration crisis as of 2019/2020, in the future, its quite plausible that many Greeks (including Hangë's possible ancestors) wound up in Germany. Hangë is a loose translation of the name "Hans", which is a VERY stereotypical German name. I mean, you literally cannot get more German than Hans unless you pull out Gretel. That being said, I do also believe that Hangë has some Indian heritage, and this is because the surname "Hange" without the umlaut gives us that of an Indian descent. Seeing has "Hangë" is, as stated before, a loose form of "Hans", the addition of an umlaut could also be just another loose form of "Hange". Although that last part might be a reach, it's not completely out of the realm of possibility that one or two of their ancestors were Indian.

Ymir: So, with Ymir, it is a COMPLETE toss up because her name was given to her by the cult as a namesake and not as a geographically given name. What we know about her is that she is; most likely fully caucasian; she has dark hair and freckles; she's taller than most of her other women comrades at 5'8"; her eyes are darker in shade and droopy. So, using that information to our advantage, I would say that she is some mixture of Dutch, and most of all, Romanian and Hungarian. While she has the sort of long face that the Dutch do, she has the complexion and facial structure of Hungarian people. Even her skin tone, which looks to be slightly more tan than everyone else's, matches that of the Hungarians and Romanians.

Historia Reiss: Half German, half Swedish. Reiss is a German surname, and Historia just fits the whole BILL (minus the height) for the average Swedish woman. I also think Historia has some Jewish in her, because Reiss is an Ashkenazi Jewish surname. (Plus, and this might be personal bias, but I'm a blonde & blue eyed Ashkenazi Jew, LOL.)

Jean Kirstein: Hear me out! Jean is not German at all; but instead, he's half Danish, half Icelandic. The first records of the name "Kirstein" were in Denmark and Prussia (a state of Germany), but was more common in Denmark and then Prussia as time went on. A quick google search of "Danish men" will show you men with Jean's striking eyes and brows that are thick at the beginning and thin out towards the end. The Icelandic is even more clear, with the two sharing very similar facial structures, with high, prominent cheekbones and a strong nose; that good ol' fashioned "Horse-Face" clear as day.

Marco Bodt: Whew. Okay, so obviously when I first heard the name 'Marco', everyone thinks; oh, he's Italian! But 'Bodt' is actually a Dutch surname, and I believe that Marco is purely Dutch. The typical Dutch man and Marco share similar face shapes (Angular and somewhat blocky), noses that have a strong base but upturn a little at the end, and slightly bigger ears that stand out a little bit.

Moblit Berner: Okay, this one's also very easy. Moblit is German and English. "Berner" is an Old Germanic name, and from what little I could scrounge up on "Moblit", it's an Irish/English name given to those with red hair. So while not a ginger, he's a English/German, probably more German than English.

Onyankopon: This one's rather easy for me as well. A very quick google search will tell you that Onyankopon is typically a Ghanian name. Given that it's a religious name, too, and Onyankopon seems to be a religious man, I think it checks out. Also, he's easily one of the coolest new characters we've seen. Give him more edits!!

Reiner Braun: Do I even have to do this one? Really? Reiner is as German as they come.

Bertholdt Hoover: Now at first, I was inclined to say that he's just German as well. But he's also Swiss! He shares LOTS of Swiss facial structures and hairlines, and "Hoover" is an anglicized version of the Swiss-German "Hubar". While I cannot account for that boy's freakishly insane height, I guess he just got the luck of the gene pool draw. So more Swiss than German, but German all the same. I'd give it a good 2/3s Swiss, 1/3rd German.

Annie Leonhardt: Okay, so fairly easy, like her other buddies; half Russian, half German! Annie is a Russian name, and she shares many characteristics of Russian women. "Leonhardt" is a German surname.

Falco & Colt Grice: Half French, half Swedish. "Grice" as a surname occurs in both old French and Scandinavian languages, and Falco (plus Colt) both look similar to Swedish men. Although we can't say for sure what Falco will look like fully grown, as we've only seen him in a few manga panels, we can look to Colt to see what he will look like. And hot damn, the resemblance is there! He's got that nose that widens a bit towards the end and eyebrows that rest sort of heavy on his eyelids. For the French aspect, we get the long, smooth facial structure and sort of pillowy-thin lips. So, safe to say that Falco and Colt are French-Swedish.

Pieck Finger: Okay, so Pieck is 3/4ths Ashkenazi Jewish and 1/4th German. "Finger" is originally derived from the Ashkenazi surname "Fingar", and can be traced back to old North Germanic origins. "Pieck" is often primarily found in North Germany, so she might actually also have some ancestors from Denmark, as they share similar jawlines and drooped eyes.

Yelena: Yelena might be the easiest one on this list besides Erwin. RUSSIAN!

If there's any I left out, lmk, I would love to do them! Thanks for reading, and remember that this is just my person head canons. You can all believe whatever you want. <3 Have a nice day!

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Cultural Differences Part 1

You and Armin get assigned to complete a year long project for your Cultural Arts class together. You never thought it would turn into this . . .

WARNINGS: fem!reader, Mexican!reader, fluff, angst, slow burn, eventual smut, college!au, modern!au, Armin is German in this, and they were roommates, trauma revelations sprinkled throughout, slight hints of racism

DISCLAIMER: the reader in this fic is written to be Mexican, however she does not have predominantly Hispanic features described (I think). Y/n can be perceived as anyone since I don’t specify, however just know that she is written to be Latina. This story is also very personal to me, as Y/n is based very heavily off of myself

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“Theoretically, if you talked to your roommates about it, could I move in with you?” you asked.

Mikasa’s eyebrows furrowed, and she quickly finished her bite of sandwich before saying, “Yeah, I think they’d be fine with it, and it’d be fun for me. Why, though? Is everything okay with your house mates?”

You continued staring down at the Tupperware container holding your food, moving around a piece of chicken with your fork. “Yeah, we’re fine. It’s just a lot. Hitch brings by a new guy every night and tries to be as loud as possible to make Marlowe jealous. They’re also the biggest group of slobs I’ve ever seen, it’s disgusting.”

Mikasa hummed, bringing her water bottle to her lips and taking a sip. “Right, I forgot they were your roommates.” She set the bottle down, tapping the pads of her fingers against it.

“It also happened again.”

The tapping stopped. “Again?”

You nodded. “Floch misplaced almost five hundred dollars.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes. “Fucking Floch,” she muttered. “And you were . . .?”

She trailed off when you nodded again. “The first one.”

She let out an exasperated sigh. “Where did it end up being?”

“In his goddamn phone case. Why would you put five hundred dollar bills in your fucking phone case?”

“Because it’s Floch. He’s an idiot.” Mikasa shrugged her leather jacket off, folding it up and placing it in her lap. “I’ll definitely ask Eren and Armin if you can move in. I’m sure they’ll agree, so start getting some stuff together. I’ll talk to them about it later and get back to you, yeah?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. It’s fine if they say no, by the way, I’ll figure something out.” You put the fork you were holding down, closing the Tupperware container and pushing it to the side.

Mikasa was silent for a moment before grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze. “I’m sorry this has to happen to you.”

“Not your fault,” you muttered. Another few seconds of silence passed between the two of you before you said, “I kind of want to cut my hair.”

“Really? I’ve been wanting to do that too, but I don’t know. I’ve been thinking maybe a pixie cut.” Mikasa played with the ends of her hair, running her fingers over them as if to measure how much to cut off.

“That’d look cute. You’d be super pretty with that. What about me, how short should I go? Maybe here?” You held your hand up to just above your shoulder. “Or shorter?”

“Well, you’ve always looked good with shoulder length hair. Maybe a bit shorter this time, though.”

You nodded in thought. “Wanna go get haircuts right now?”

“Absolutely.”

The two of you exchanged a smile, and for just a moment while you cleaned up the table you were sitting at, everything seemed to be just fine.

—

You never talked much to the boy that sat next to you in your Cultural Arts class—a class you had chosen to take purely on a whim. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever exchanged a word with the blond that sat beside you. But when you entered class the next day and took your seat beside him, he couldn’t help but double take.

“You cut your hair,” he observed.

It caught you off guard. You didn’t really talk to anyone in the class, seeing as no one you knew took it and you were too nervous to start a conversation with someone, so it shocked you that someone actually spoke to you.

“Yeah,” you said quietly. You didn’t mean to, but it was force of habit—always talk quietly when meeting new people. You looked up at him, seeing that his eyes were traveling over your profile to admire your haircut.

“You look nice,” he said simply.

Your eyes widened slightly at the sudden compliment.

You thanked him, giving him a small smile before you redirected your attention to the mechanical pencil in your hands, spinning around the eraser.

“I’m Armin.” He continued talking to you. You weren’t complaining, but it suddenly felt like every beat your heart made was amplified. It was distracting.

You looked back up at him and smiled again. “Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”

You noticed how pretty he was—how his ocean blue eyes caught the light and the way his golden hair fell over his forehead. His glasses were cute, squareish with a dark tortoiseshell design, sitting halfway down his nose.

His lips curled into a smile, and he nodded. “Likewise.”

He looked familiar. His name sounded familiar, too, but you couldn’t quite place where you might know him from.

Since your professor had yet to enter the class, you decided to attempt a conversation with him. “So how do you like this class so far?”

You’re not sure if you imagined it, but you could have sworn his eyes brightened just a little bit hearing you continue to speak with him.

“I like it so far. I looked over the syllabus the other day and it seems like the class will be going on a couple trips later in the year,” he said. He was facing you in his chair, his hands clasped in front of him.

“Really?” He nodded. “Wow, I guess that’s what happens when you attend a really fancy private school,” you reasoned. “Fancy school trips for elective classes.”

“Yeah, I think the trips are more for the people wanting a career to do with culture, though,” Armin said. “What’s your major? You look familiar, maybe I have you in another class.”

“I doubt it,” you said, “but visual arts. Film, cinematography, video, set design, things like that.”

“What are you wanting to get into?”

“I want to be a set designer or producer. I think costume designing would be nice, too, but I know I want to help with movies. It’s always seemed fun,” you said. “It’s not really what Paradis is known for, but the program here is really good. I’ll get some experience in the field before graduating.”

“No, it’s cool. I have a friend wanting to get into the same thing, maybe you know him? His name is Jean Kirstein.”

You thought for a moment, attempting to put a face to the name. “Maybe? I’m not sure, I don’t really talk to anyone to be honest.”

Armin hummed. “That’s fine. I’ll ask him later and see if he knows you, if that’s alright with you.”

You nodded. “Yeah, perfectly fine.”

A smile painted itself onto Armin’s features, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He was about to say something else, but was interrupted by Professor Smith walking through the door.

He apologized for being late, and continued to begin the class by announcing the year long project mentioned on the syllabus.

“You will be working with your table partners,” he said. “The goal is to get to know them and understand their customs. You are meant to learn about their traditions and heritage, as well as their own personal culture and upbringing. I don’t want something that obviously came from Wikipedia, every family does things a little differently. I expect to see that in these projects. At the end of the year you will each be turning in both a written essay and a Google Slides presentation about your partner and what you learned. There will be a rubric on my desk for you to pick up at the end of class.”

Professor Smith gave his students a couple more minutes to silently converse among themselves, most likely so everyone could begin basic introductions with their partners.

You turned to Armin, finding that he already had his head turned and was looking at you.

“It looks like we’re partners,” he said. You nodded as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He unlocked it, creating a new message box for you to input your number and send something. He handed it to you. “So we can stay in touch better,” he explained.

You took his phone, the dark blue case a nice, matte feeling under your fingertips. You quickly typed in your number and sent a quick hi , feeling your phone buzz in your pocket soon afterwards. You handed his phone back, pulling yours out and changing the contact of his number.

The two of you traded small conversation while you waited for your professor to continue the class. When he started talking again, you tried your best to pay attention to what he was saying (something about Egyptian pyramids, you think), but your mind and gaze kept wandering to the boy sitting next to you.

Little did you know that Armin was in the exact same boat.

—

When Mikasa met up with you for lunch, she started off with saying that her roommates were fine, if not ecstatic, with you moving in. Mikasa hadn’t explained your situation, only saying that you had annoying roommates, and they both accepted almost immediately.

You were practically elated to hear the news. Despite never meeting either of her roommates, Mikasa spoke the world of them to you. You could only assume she did the same with you, speaking to no end about some little thing you did with her roommates.

After lunch she helped you gather your things from your dorm. The two of you were able to fit almost everything into two large suitcases, a smaller one and a backpack. Mikasa helped you carry them to the elevator in the building, and pulled her phone out to text her roommates as you descended.

She talked to you about your room on the way there, mentioning that it was used as a storage room but the three of them had gotten it cleaned out quickly when they came to the agreement that someone else would be staying with them. She also talked about how there was an extra room, something they had discovered behind a wall after they had purchased the house, that they used as a studio for their interests.

“You can set your instruments up in there, if you want,” she said. “They should be fine since Eren doesn’t really go in there.”

Eren, as Mikasa has told you on numerous occasions, was the one constantly up to something. He was stubborn, and only stuck to his ideas with no hope of changing his mind after he made a decision.

You couldn’t remember her second roommate’s name for the life of you, but you knew that he was nice, more reasonable than Eren.

Mikasa soon pulled up in front of a small two story house in a decent looking neighborhood. She parked, grabbing her phone to call someone.

“Get out here and help us,” she said when the receiver had answered. “Y/n’s here, by the way, so don’t be a jackass to her.”

She hung up immediately after saying that. Right as you opened the car door and stepped out, you saw someone with brown hair jogging out the front door to meet you and Mikasa at the car.

He stopped next to Mikasa at the trunk, and helped her pull out your suitcases and place them on the driveway.

You joined them after looking over the house again. It was nice, a blueish-gray exterior with white trim. Nothing seemed like it was about to rot away or fall down, so that was a plus in your book.

“He’s in the shower, he’ll be out in a minute.” That was the only part of their conversation you heard before the brown-haired boy turned to you and gave you a small smile.

Mikasa ended up introducing the two of you, seeing as you didn’t want to initiate conversation and the guy in front of you gave her a side glance. “You should be able to do this yourself. Anyways, Y/n, this is Eren. Eren, meet Y/n.”

Eren gave a curt nod. “Nice to meet you. Uhm, do you have any allergies? I have dinner going in the kitchen and want to make sure you’re not allergic to anything.”

You shook your head. “No, not allergic to anything.”

You spoke quietly again, and you internally scolded yourself for doing so. But then you took his appearance into account and immediately stopped yourself. He was tall, easily one of the tallest people you’ve ever met. He also seemed to carry a lot of muscle under his white long sleeve, and his brown hair was pulled back into a bun to reveal the small tattoo of something you couldn’t figure out behind his ear. His green eyes were piercing, and you couldn’t help but feel he was staring into your soul, learning all your secrets, when he looked at you.

His presence intimidated you, and you silently thanked Mikasa when she told him to start taking things into the house. Eren jokingly rolled his eyes, grabbing one of your suitcases by the handle and wheeling it inside.

“Sorry, he can be a bit”—Mikasa made a motion with her hands, hoping the action conveyed what she was trying to say—“but I promise he’s better once you get to know him. For the most part, at least. Don’t worry, though, he knows you’re one of my best friends and wouldn’t dare pull what he pulls with other girls on you.”

She grabbed the larger suitcase and handed you the smaller one, closing the trunk and locking her car. She gently beckoned you to follow her into the house with a smile, and you followed her.

It was surprisingly put together inside. At least, for a house full of college students. There wasn’t any dirty clothing or dishes lying around, and everything seemed to have a place. It was a bit crowded, but that was likely because of the boxes sitting in the corners.

Mikasa led you to a staircase, where the two of you struggled momentarily to wheel your luggage up before realizing you could pick it up and carry it.

You walked down the hallway to the last door on the right. Mikasa opened it to reveal the sparse room, only being occupied by a bed without sheets.

“This is your room.” Mikasa stood in the center of the room and held her hands out as if what she was showing you was a grand presentation. “It’s a little dirty, but it’s mostly just dust. Eren should almost be done with dinner, so we’ll start putting everything away afterwards, yeah?”

You nodded, reaching behind you to bring in your other two suitcases. You set them in the corner, along with the backpack you had brought with you.

You could hear the shower going; it sounded like it was on the other side of the wall. Mikasa noticed you looking at one of the doors to your right and said, “Oh, that’s just Armin. He’s showering right now. There’s three bathrooms, one downstairs and two up here. The bathrooms up here are shared with the rooms on either side of them, so you’ll be sharing one with him, if that’s alright.”

The name she had said went unheard as you nodded, opening the other door to reveal a small closet with a dresser already inside.

You followed Mikasa out of your room when you closed the closet door for a quick tour of the house.

All the bedrooms were upstairs, you didn’t pay much attention to who they belonged to, but you could tell which one was Mikasa’s—the one across from you, decorated with a Twilight poster and some bookshelves, different knickknacks and book collections on each one. One of her walls was painted black, and had different pieces of paper taped and tacked to it. You spotted a picture of the two of you on her desk, and smiled at the memory associated with it.

She didn’t show you the inside of the other two rooms, saying that her roommates could decide if they wanted you to see them or not.

Downstairs, the dining room and living room were combined, two couches sitting crammed together to make space for the unusually large dining table—rectangular with six seats at it. Half of the table was occupied with unopened mail and other papers, possibly forgotten projects from earlier years, and the other was was completely clean.

It was a rather open house plan. You were able to see into the kitchen from the living room, and saw Eren moving a pot around and grabbing bowls from a cupboard. You followed Mikasa again, and opened the door in the kitchen she stopped in front of to see what was inside.

“This is the pantry. The washer and dryer are also in there, along with, like, other cleaning supplies and things we don’t really use. And then the other bathroom is in the living room,” Mikasa explained.

“Mika,” Eren started, sprinkling some kind of seasoning over the food he had made, “dinner’s almost ready. Go tell Armin.”

Mikasa gave him a thumbs up, telling you something you didn’t quite hear before going upstairs as Eren pulled out a spoon and started scooping dinner into bowls.

You had heard the name, and were trying to figure out where else you knew it from. Obviously Mikasa had mentioned this Armin multiple times in the past, but you swear you knew it from somewhere else . . .

Eren put the big plastic spoon he had been using back into the pot. He lifted a bowl and offered it to you. “It’s fideo. Mikasa said you liked it, so I figured I’d find a recipe and make it for dinner.”

He had pronounced it wrong, but knowing that he had tried to do something to welcome you left a feeling in you that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

You took the bowl, bowing your head slightly to thank him and set it at the table.

You turned back towards him. “Do you need help with anything?”

Eren shrugged. “Not really. I mean, if you want to grab drinks you can, but we usually just grab our own.”

You needed something to do—you would feel awkward if you were the only one at the table—so you walked into the pantry and looked around for a moment. You saw a few packs of soda on the floor—all packages of store brand root beer—and bent down to pick up four cans from the only open box.

You walked out and set them down at the table, seeing that Eren had already set the rest of the bowls in their places and was sitting down.

You sat as well, soon being joined by Mikasa. “He’ll be down in a minute. He’s doing his hair.”

You saw Eren jokingly roll his eyes and mumble something that made Mikasa laugh from next to you. You let out a quiet, nervous breath of air in a sad attempt to laugh at whatever joke they shared.

Soon after the three of you started eating, you were joined by a fourth person that sat across from you. You glanced up when you noticed him, noting the familiar blond hair and glasses.

“Armin.” You’re not sure why you’re surprised, you really should have put together that the blond boy in your Cultural Arts class was the same blond boy Mikasa spoke about. Despite that, you didn’t put together until that moment that they were the same person.

Armin glanced up from his phone, which he immediately turned off and put the the side face down. He took the sight of you in with intent, looking over your gestures as if he was trying to commit them to memory.

His blond hair was still damp, sitting on his head flatter than it had been earlier. His skin seemed to be glowing, and the white T-shirt he was wearing hugged his torso and arms in all the right places.

“Y/n.” He said your name in the same tone you had said his, with genuine surprise and wonder. It might have been your imagination, but you think you saw him sit just a little straighter. “So you’re our new roommate?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I guess this’ll make our project super easy.” You smiled at him, and he immediately returned it with his own, one so bright it would have lit up the world if everything went out.

“Oh, so you two already know each other?” Mikasa asked. She wasn’t oblivious to the way Armin straightened his posture after seeing you, the way your eyes unknowingly lit up after realizing he was your third roommate.

She suddenly felt an abrupt protectiveness over you. Mikasa has only ever seen you seem so interested in someone from the very start once, and that didn’t end well. Despite knowing that Armin was a nice guy, that if you two theoretically entered a relationship he wouldn’t hurt you on purpose (even if he ever did hurt you Mikasa knows he would apologize as soon as possible with the most personal apology you would ever see), the thought still made her uneasy.

She trusted your judgment, of course, and in that hypothetical situation where you and him were dating she trusted that Armin would be the best boyfriend you could have, but she knew your past. She knew your habits and little quirks. She knew how you acted and was worried that if anything grew between the two of you, you would just run from your feelings.

She just didn’t want you to get hurt again.

“Yeah,” you said. “We have the same Cultural Arts class. We’re partners for our project.”

“What’s the project?” Eren asked. He was usually unknowing to emotions the people around him felt, but any idiot could see the spark between you and his best friend. He didn’t know you as well as he knew Armin, but you shared the tell-tale signs of interest through the way you were sitting.

He, for one, was rather excited for what might conspire between you and Armin. Since his best friend’s previous girlfriend broke off the relationship, Armin hadn’t searched for anything romantic, saying things like, No one likes me anyways, why would I look for someone that’ll half-ass our relationship?

“Just to learn about each other, really,” Armin said. “We’re supposed to learn about our partners customs and traditions.”

Mikasa hummed, half-way through chewing a spoonful of soup. When she swallowed, she motioned to you and said, “You should tell him about your Quinceañera.”

“What’s a Quinceañera?” Eren asked.

“It’s kind of like a sweet sixteen,” you said. “Kind of. More like a wedding, really, at least that’s what a lot of people describe it as. It’s just a birthday party Hispanic girls celebrate when they turn fifteen to commemorate becoming a woman.”

“There’s so much symbolism behind everything,” Mikasa said, knowing you wouldn’t elaborate further unless asked the right questions. She knew for a fact that Armin and Eren didn’t know the right questions, so she ended it by telling Armin, “Her sister’s having one later this year, so be sure to ask her about it after she comes back from the trip.”

Armin nodded toward Mikasa, silently thanking her for the continuation of conversation. “Definitely. You have a sister?” he asked you.

You nodded. “Rosalina,” you said. “She gathered her court of honor earlier this year and asked her boyfriend to be her main chambelan.”

Armin had not a clue what any of the words you were saying meant, but he knew that he would love learning about the traditions you celebrated.

He was suddenly more excited for this project than he had been.

Ngl this is me writing for the fun of it. This is basically a shameless self insert so…

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Happy Father's Day (a single parents AU sneak peak)

Please keep in mind this is a rough draft and subject to change!

Beach Day Snippet

Eren dipped his toe in the water, shaking his head. “It’s too cold, peanut. You’d turn into a popsicle if I let you swim in there.”

“It’s not too told!” Adri protested, squatting down at the edge of the sand and poking her finger into the lake. “Dat’s warm to me, Daddy.”

“No, peanut. I’m sorry,” said Eren, looking up at the sky. The weather was dubious, but Armin was still insisting the forecast called for sun. “Maybe it will warm up after you eat?”

“Otay,” said Adri. “Dat sounds good.”

“It might not happen,” Eren warned, but Adri was already marching back to the bag of sand toys they had brought. He sighed. “Adri, you can’t swim if it’s still cold later.”

Adri ignored him, dumping out the bag and humming to herself as she began to scoop sand into a pail. Eren sat down next to her, smoothing his hand over her tangled curls. He hoped the sun would make a reappearance. Adri had been talking about going swimming since Armin had extended the invitation a few days ago, and he was not looking forward to the meltdown she was going to have if it turned out they would not be going in the water. 

"I's making take," said Adri, who did not share any of his concerns. 

"What flavor?" asked Eren.

Adri thought for a moment. "Birthday take sprinkle," she said with a decisive nod. "It's going to be so yummy."

"I can't wait to try it," said Eren, leaning back on his hands and looking off in the direction Mikasa had gone with Mason and Annie, wondering why she wasn't back yet. Armin was still sitting on the blanket exactly as he had been when they had left. The little fucker had barely looked up from his phone now that the warring pregnant women had descended upon his inbox. He loved getting into the middle of shit like this and pulling strings. Eren remembered when Armin had decided to fix the senior homecoming court elections their junior year because some of the popular senior girls had snubbed Armin’s girlfriend and made her cry. Eren couldn’t remember all the details of the senior girls’ crimes because he hadn’t cared at the time and he still didn’t care now, but he had been impressed by the cold-blooded precision with which Armin had launched his revenge. Not only had none of the girls involved won a homecoming title, they had also failed to procure dates to the dance. Eren didn’t know how Armin had managed it, just that he had. Just like he’d managed to get their old trio back together by reuniting Eren and Mikasa after thirteen years of silence. Eren wondered if Armin had ever been in a situation he could not control if he wanted to. 

“Otay, the take is ready,” said Adri, patting a pile of sand with the back of her shovel. “Time for a bite, Daddy!”

Eren took the shovel from her and scooped up a heaping serving of sand, bringing it toward his mouth and letting it fall to the ground. “Num num num num,” he said, smacking his lips together. 

“Is it good?” asked Adri, clasping her hands beneath her chin, starry-eyed.

“It’s delicious, peanut,” said Eren.

Adri snatched the shovel back and fake ate some sedimentary cake of her own. “Oh, dis is da best take I ever made,” she said.

“I hope you still have room for lunch,” said a soft, smiling voice from behind them. 

Eren twisted around. “Mikasa!” he said, warmth spreading through his chest and flooding into his cheeks. “What are you doing back there? I thought you went to Frank’s Franks.”

She gestured at a squat building tucked away by some trees. “Mason had to use the bathroom,” she said. “So we took the scenic route back.”

“Where’s Annie?” asked Eren. 

“She’s in the bathroom, too,” said Mikasa. “I came on ahead to bring Adri her food. I felt bad that we already made her wait.” She handed Eren a paper sack made nearly transparent by grease. “I hope she likes french fries. Bread and ketchup didn’t seem like enough.”

Eren unrolled the top and looked inside. “This is perfect,” he said. “Thank you so much.”

“Is dat my lunch?” asked Adri. 

“It is,” said Eren, standing up and brushing off the seat of his shorts. “Let’s go wash our hands and then you can eat it.”

“And den I tan go swimming,” said Adri, hopping to her feet. 

“Um,” said Eren. “We’ll see.” He glanced over his shoulder at Mikasa, who held out her hand towards him. His heart raced like a hummingbird’s while his thoughts slowed, becoming as thick and treacly as molasses. His fingers twitched, ready to lace themselves through hers. Was that what she wanted? To hold hands without Mason’ meddling? He’d thought she wouldn’t be interested, but-

“I’ll hold the bag for you,” she said. “You don’t want to bring that into the toilets.”

Eren gurgled and shoved the sack at her, sending silent thanks to whatever benevolent entity had prevented him from making an ass of himself just now. “Thanks,” he choked, grabbing Adri and hurrying away with her. Stupid, stupid, stupid! 

His cheeks were still beet red when Annie and Mason emerged from their respective restrooms. 

“Hi, Eren!” said Mason with an eager grin. 

“Hey, buddy,” said Eren, lifting his hand for a high five. Mason’s smile brightened and he smacked his palm against Eren’s as hard as he could. “Ouch!” said Eren. “Strong guy!”

“Yeah!” said Mason, lifting his arm and curling his hand into a fist, showing off his noodly bicep. “I almost have a six-pack!”

“I used to have a six-pack,” Eren said, looking down at his stomach. “Now I’m just kind of hairy and flat. It takes a lot of work to maintain abs like that.” He frowned, rubbing his hand up and down his non-existent gut. “Maybe I should get back on my fitness regimen. I just don’t know if I have that kind of time anymore.”

“I do sit ups when I watch TV,” said Mason, kicking the air. ‘Because I have so much energy!” 

“I could do that,” said Eren, pinching his belly and capturing a minuscule fold of skin between his fingers. His shoulders drooped. This was it. He had a dad bod. His looks were going and he had nothing left to offer besides his terrible personality.

“You look fine. Mikasa doesn’t care what your abs look like,” Annie murmured as she passed by, batting away Eren’s dejected sigh.

“Huh?” he said.

“You heard me,” said Annie. “Come on, Mason! Your mom is waiting and she looks lonely.”

“She does?” asked Eren, spinning around to check on her. She was sitting next to Adriana’s sand cake, looking out at the lake and sneaking a french fry, enjoying her own company. 

“I’m coming, Mom!” Mason shouted, scampering across the sand towards her. Mikasa turned to look at him, her expression softening into fond exasperation as he veered off to the side, screaming for her to watch as he climbed over a log, then kept running. "Did you see that?" he panted. 

Eren waited long enough to see her nod before he turned his attention back to Adri, a regretful ache throbbing in his chest. "Come on, peanut. Let's go wash those hands."

[woahjo]

hii callie pie i missed you <33 exams are almost done so yay i hop on tumblr! i hope you’ve been doing well :)

when you said bridgerton au i was like WOAH!? JO, YOU MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH UR BRAIN MORE AND MORE (lol did u get the username pun)

anyways i so started thinking 🧐 hmm what fav do i imagine in a period au? what about the fav that introduced me to your blog! yes armin!

so what do you think would be the dynamic of Armin, Eren, and Mikasa in a bridgerton au? like what positions/titles would they hold, and how do you think they formed their lil friendgroup?

ANON THIS IS SUCH A GOOD QUESTION!!!!! GOD!!!!! (also!!! GOOD LUCK ON UR EXAMS !!!)

mm i think armin, eren, and mikasa's dynamic would be a LOT like the dynamic between the bridgerton siblings and a sprinkle of penelope!!!

mikasa is the highest born of them, probably the daughter of a marquis and highly sought after following her debut into society. i believe that for her season, she is a ward to the jaegers (eren's father is a viscount methinks and a good friend of mikasa's father.. hence why the family is trusted to take charge of mikasa during the social season). she would be the diamond of her season were it not for her parent's decision to live outside of england and manage their lands by-proxy and through occasional visits. still, i think she's likely among the most popular and is courted very seriously by many people (she's picky and proper though... hardly ever gives anyone the real time of day).

eren is the son of a viscount and set to inherit the entirety of the estate on his father's passing. he's haughty and not really all too marriage-minded... which mikasa and armin find DEEPLY concerning. mikasa often gets mad at him because she doesn't want to get married either, but she doesn't have the luxury of just turning the other cheek without consequences (she still does it though, it just sort of works in her favor.. people like the regality that she does it with). eren is hyper-protective of mikasa at times... given that they grew up together.

armin i think is ranked the lowest of them. his father is a baron and while they manage their land well, his family is not as prominent as eren or mikasa's. armin wants a love match and is more marriage minded than eren and mikasa combined. he understands the importance of marrying well, but overall wants to do so for love. he's surprisingly popular when the women of the ton get to know him, but he's a bit of an underdog. he's also often the voice of reason for eren and mikasa, usually giving the people who wish to court them the benefit of the doubt (or, occasionally, deeply disapproving because he's figured out something sordid about them lol). i also think that armin has EXCEPTIONALLY good manners, more so than eren (who does not apply himself), despite armin's lower ranking at birth.

anyway, i think that the three of them grew up together. mikasa passed her summers with the jaegers and armin lived not far from the viscount's estate. now, with all of them at marrying age, it's not unusual to see them dancing at balls and parties together, nor is it unusual to find both armin and eren's names on mikasa's dance card.

if anyone is curious, historia is the season's diamond <3

[senseearlyje]

modern/humor au where jean has been crushing on a girl whom he thought was mikasa since middle school and it turns out it was just eren with long hair

Background: basically eren had this chuuni phase where he grew out his hair and wore an eyepatch and said he'll destroy the world blah blah blah

Jean thought nothing of it except that he found this 'girl' pretty  and wanted to see her again and when he asked armin,  armin is like oh mikasa? And jean had started to work up the courage to confess to mikasa

Except he couldnt approach mikasa.  So jean plans to befriend eren who mikasa is extremely close to, but turns out eren and he dont get along,  and slowburn friendship happens and they start falling in love.  Eren wishing jean to be happy agrees to help jean talk to Mikasa

But in reality jean is having second thoughts. But he is far too gone. When jean meets mikasa tho,  jean realizes she isnt that person,  he remembers that person with bright green eyes.  Then mikasa reveals to jean that oh that person is eren

God i just want a humorous jeanere au (with a sprinkle of all >> eren) where eren is fucking oblivious but at the same time he wants to escape his chuuni past because he thinks its embarassing but others just find him extremely adorable or downright cool 

[ihaveissuesbutthatsokay]

EREMIN URBAN FANTASY (I THINK???) AU!!!

WARNING : strong language, mention of blood, of a missing person, grief and mention of depression

The forest. That's what everyone called it. But It wasn't really a forest. 

Not a normal one, anyway.

There was something inside. Something sinister. Everyone could feel it the moment they entered. You could feel it the moment you entered, the air suddenly getting colder, shivers forming up your skin, and feeling a burning hole behind your head where you swore you could feel something, someone, watching your every step, your every movement, your every breath.

You were known as the boy who seeked freedom. 

 People tried to venture into the forest. Dreaming of exploration, dreaming to see what awaited on the other side of the forest. That's why the town folks would prepare expeditions to go outside. 

 After all, being trapped in a small town with nothing but a wide forest to keep you company, that's not freedom. It was almost as if the forest wanted to keep you tight, too afraid to let go, too afraid to watch you wither away. But you wanted to go away. You hated this small town, this confined space. 

No one came out alive in the forest. 

That's why the town stopped entering the forest altogether. It was too dangerous. Too reckless. But you were the boy who seeked freedom. You wouldn't give up. 

Why do you never give up, goddamnit!

You were reckless, naive, young. You thought the world bended at your own rules. You thought you and your friends, together, would be untouchable. 

I was wrong. 

That's right. You were wrong. 

And that's why you will always hate yourself for dragging your friends into this mess. That's why you wished you weren't the boy who seeked freedom after all. 

----

Armin couldn't sleep. Not that it was something unusual. He could barely sleep these past few years, with school work piling up, finals right around the corner, and generally just life being a complete shithole of a mess. 

He had three unfinished assignments due tomorrow. And it was already 3 am. He couldn't concentrate, couldn't focus. He could feel his eyelids closing up by themselves, his hand loosening up on his pen, his head about to drop on his desk---

He sighed in defeat, and stood up from his chair more violently than it was necessary. 

Coffee. He needed coffee. 

He made a face,just thinking about drinking it.  He hated the bitterness that crap had to offer, the sensation of his tongue being burned while he tried to chug it into one go, as he wanted to be done with it. 

He hated it, but he needed it. 

The caffeine kept him awake. 

Mikasa would always chide him about this. At how unhealthy of a coping mechanism it was, to rely on a substance to keep him awake. 

He still remembers how two years ago,  exactly 4 months after the incident, how she would constantly tell him to stop drinking that burned bean water, probably very worried at the lack of sleep Armin clearly was not getting. 

“You don't even like it.” She would frown. 

 Armin would laugh at the name Mikasa used to describe the coffee, avoiding the last statement.  “Since when did you start calling it like that?” 

Mikasa would frown again, knowing what he was doing. She didn't push him though. instead, she would just shake her head. 

“Sleep.” She would say very seriously, while giving him a sideway glance. “You need sleep.” 

Armin would look at her dead in the eyes, at the dark circles surrounding them, at the way she kept her body, the way her skin didn't have the same glow it used to have, her face hollower and emptier than it usually looked. 

“So do you.” He would softly whisper in return. She would just shrug, and the conversation would always hit a dead end there. “Besides,” he would add,  after a moment of silence, “I do like coffee. Now.” 

“Oh.” She would say. Not convinced. 

“Yeah.” He would answer. Trying to make the lie sound convincing. To whom, he didn't know. Mikasa or himself? Perhaps both. 

“Okay.” She would respond. “That's good.” She would grip her red scarf thighter, a gesture Armin noticed she would always do when she was nervous, sad or upset,  and from that,   Armin knew that she didn't believe him at all. But neither of them  commented on it. It was a comforting lie. 

Now as he was standing alone in his small kitchen, still sleep deprived, not listening to Mikasa’s advice, with  a cup of boiling hot coffee in his hand, moonlight reflecting on his windows, a single tear slipped down his eye.  It trailed all down his cheek, slowly, until it plopped into the drink he was holding with shaky hands. 

He missed him. A lot. God, he missed him so much. 

 He missed his smile, his eyes, his laugh, his everything. The way he would scream in excitement, the way he would always run at the high, high hill, always fist pumping into the air when he thought he won, only to get disappointed when he realized Mikasa was just letting him win on purpose.He missed the way he would get excited when his mom would bake him a new cake, the way he would always bring Armin a piece  afterwards, eager to see his reactions while eating it. 

“So?” He would ask, more close to a demand than a question, his tone full of youth excitement. “Do you like it?” 

“Yeah!” He said, surprising himself. Not that Eren's mom was a bad cook, not at all. But the cake flavor was coffee, and he never saw the appeal to this grown ups drink. Strangely, however, he really enjoyed this one. Thinking back at it, maybe he was just forcing himself to like it, cause he wanted to see the boy smile widen. Maybe he just wanted to love everything Eren offered him. Maybe he was just a delusional kid with a crush. Who knows. It was too late to dwell on it now.  

“Your mom is an awesome cook.” Armin commented, licking some frosting off his hands. 

The boy gloated in pride. “She said she will help me learn how to bake if I behave.” 

“I thought you weren't allowed to bake anymore,” Armin said, still chewing on the cake. “Last time we baked at your house, it was a bit of a disaster.” It wasn't as big of a disaster as they made it out to be. But they were childrens, and everything seemed a bigger deal than it was. 

He huffed in response. “That wasn't my fault! It was the oven's fault…” he murmured. Armin laughed. “I dont think your mom agrees with that.” 

The other boy shoved him playfully. “How was I supposed to know I can't just  bake coffee beans?” 

Armin sighed. “I told you it wasn't a good idea. You never listen.” 

“Whatever.” He said, plopping his legs on Armin’s lap. 

“Hey!” Armin yelped, the boy's dirty feets almost getting into Armins plate. “I'm still eating here.” 

Eren laughed. After a bit, Armin joined in. 

They laughed, and laughed, and laughed. 

Armin's laugh never quite sounded the same after he was gone. 

Neither did Mikasa’s for that matter. Probably the others too, but he lost contact with them, so he couldn't say for sure. They still all went to the same school, sure, but it was almost as if they were complete strangers, everyone collectively ignoring each other, in a desperate attempt to forget the incident. The only person he still talked to was Mikasa. And she, too, sometimes seemed so far away, like a mirage ready to dissolve right under his fingertips. 

Armin was about to take a sip from his coffee. More like chugging it down in one go, but he froze right as the cup touched his lips. 

His hands started to tremble, from fear or cold, he couldn't distinguish. Despite the heat of the beverage in his hand, he suddenly felt really cold. His arms shivered, his hands turning white as he clenched to his cup as if it could give him a sense of support. By gripping it too hard, some coffee splashed onto his hands, and he let out a hiss of pain. He put the coffee on the table, careful  not to spill anymore. 

 He started feeling feverish, his head becoming a dizzying mess. He put a hand on the counter, for support. He felt like an invisible force was pushing his lungs, pushing until he couldn't breath, until he was coughing, and coughing, he needed air, he desperately needed air, but it was as if whatever was making him feel likethis, hated air, hated it with a burning passion, and it wanted to make Armin hate air as much as it did. 

Armin felt like fainting. He probably was about to faint. He didn't know how it happened, but suddenly he was kneeling on the ground, 

This is it. He thought miserably. I am going to die, today, alone, without even knowing if he is still alive, leaving Eren behind, leaving Mikasa behind, leaving everyone behind, because im  a failure, and, and, and---

And then it stopped. His lungs could breathe again. He gasped, desperately trying to inhale as much air as possible, the burning in chest slowly fading away, even if  his head still felt like someone was smashing a rock onto it. 

But he could finally breathe again, and he could feel his pulse. He wasn't dead. He was alive. That's what mattered. He took another shaky breath, and used the chairs and the counter as support to stand up again. His legs were still shaking though, so instead of standing up, he opted to sit on the chair. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Those were the only thoughts going through his head, as he tried to sip his coffee again. That sensation, that feeling. There was no mistake. It was just like the incident two years ago, the same burning sensation, the same desperation to just give up, to do anything, anything, just so the pain could stop, the envy of being able to breathe---

“Ymir.” 

The cup shattered on the ground, a sharp sound echoing through the empty hallways, coffee spilling everywhere. Armin didn't even notice. He was frozen in place, hand still raised, eyes still looking in front of him. 

That voice. He couldn't make sense of anything. Except : That voice. 

That voice. I know that voice. I would know that voice everywhere. 

He turned around so quickly his chair went flying to the ground, glass splintering his bare feet from where the glass shattered. His eyes widened, tears spilling out of his ocean blue eyes like fountains. 

“Eren?” He whispered. He took a step forward, hand reaching out, trying to touch him, hug him, kiss him, just feel him under his touch but---

His hands went right through him, as if...as if he wasn't real. A look of hurt and confusion shadowed Armin's face. “Ymir.” The man in front of him said again. He sounded monotone, no emotions, no feelings, no nothing. His face didn't seem like an open book anymore, his eyes not gleaming with millions' adventure. 

 “You have to find Ymir.” 

“Eren.” That's all Armin could muster to utter, his voice shaking, his lips trembling. Was this a sick joke of his brain? The sleep deprivation finally kicking in? Making him almost pass out, and now hallucinate his missing-but-much-more-likely-his-long-lost-dead-best-friend?

“Listen to me, you have to listen to me, you need to find Ymir, or else, or else, or else.” He kept repeating the same sentence, as if he was a broken recorder. He closed his eyes, opened them again, closed them again. Armin took a step backwards. His mind was starting to creep him out. 

“Eren, is that really you, please tell me I'm not hallucinating you.” He needed to ask, even if it was probably all fake, all his mind–

“Or else.” He closed his eyes again, muttered some stuff.

“Or else?” Armin whispered. “Eren, talk to me, please.” 

“Ymir. Find. Ymir.” 

With that, Eren started to fade again.

“Wait, no!” Armin didn't want him to leave, not right after he finally got to see him again. He didn't care this might all be his head. He didn't care this might all have to do with what happened three years ago, he didn't care, he just wanted his best friend back, he just wanted to be able to laugh and mess around, and talk about the future as if they both had a clue, he just wanted Eren back. 

In his desperate attempt to reach him, Armin slipped on the spilled coffee; he could feel blood oozing from his feets, now from his hands, a stinging pain forming all around his skin. He didn't care, didn't notice. He struggled to get up again, and when he slipped again, he decided to crawl, not caring about the glass shatters on the floor, not caring about the pain, the stiffness of the floor, the red blood mixing with the brown coffee, he didn't care, he just needed to reach him, try again to touch him, maybe he imagined him fading under his touch, maybe it was a trick of the light, maybe he truly did come back, maybe, maybe, just maybe---

“Dont.” He whispered, more like a mix between a sob and a beg. “Don't go.” 

“Armin–?” He sounded surprised, shocked, relieved, happy, nothing like the creepy expression and monotone voice he had before when he was muttering all those things, the same name over and over again, what was it again---he couldn't remember in the moment, the only thing in his mind was that he recognized him, he saw him and he knew who he was, and he said his name so gentle, so quietly, as if he was uttering a precious thing he didn't want to break–

“Eren.” Armin said, reaching his arms out, knowing, just knowing, he would reach his arm to, and they would hold hands, and everything would be fine again, he would have his best friend back–

But just as suddenly as he appeared, he disappeared. 

And Armin couldn't do anything but curl up on the ground and cry, and cry, until his mind encircled him into a deep, unwanted sleep. 

[bananami]

LEAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND

character/s: eren jaeger x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS: eren isn’t very happy to sit back and watch his best friend, who he is very much in love with, date another man. everyone has there breaking point, you were his. (4.2k)

WARNINGS: 18+/mdni, cheating (not on reader or eren), slight angst, praise kink, fingering, penetrative sex, no condom (remember to wrap it up y’all), heavy cursing, a little bit of soft eren mixed with simp eren, some mean eren sprinkled in there, a dash of pining, mocking, technical exhibitionism, some degradation, i hope i don’t miss anything

A/N: i seriously don’t remember sitting down to write this, also eren finds literally any and every way to insult your boyfriend

It was pretty obvious to everyone around you how awful your boyfriend was. The problem was that you were just too forgiving of a person. It irked every single one of your friends how he took advantage of you and your never ending kindness, but there was one person it pissed off the most.

Eren hated the guy. Ever since you’d introduced him, the little shit had always rubbed your best friend the wrong way. It just got worse the more he fucked you over. At first it was small stuff, things that you easily brushed off and Eren could only roll his eyes at and make snide comments. Like canceling plans last minute even though you had taken damn near an hour to get ready and looked so good Eren couldn’t help but think about what would happen if he were to bend you over the countertop, rip off your panties, and suck on your little clit until you were pushing his head away because - can’t, ngh, Er-Eren, too much.

Or the time when you were all hanging out at his and Armin’s party and your asshole of a boyfriend had up and left without even telling you, claiming he wasn’t feeling good and didn’t wanna spoil your fun. Only for you to find out through Connie that he’d shown up at their frat party later that night high as hell. Eren had seen how ruined your mood was after that and had offered to drive you to classes in the morning and told you you were welcome to stay the night. You two had a lab together later that day anyways and he could take you home after. But fuck if he didn’t think about how you would ask to wear some of his clothes to bed. And how good you would look in his sweatshirt and those tight little athletic shorts you’d worn. You’d thanked him for being such a good friend and slept in the guest room right next to his. And no Eren is definitely not a good friend because a good friend wouldn’t think about how fucking fantastic your ass looks in those shorts, a good friend wouldn’t wonder what kinds of little sounds you would make and what you would taste like if he kissed you - shoved his tongue in that innocent little mouth of yours and gripped the back of your neck to hold you to him until you were so dizzy from the lack of oxygen that you could barely stand it. And a good friend definitely, definitely, did not fuck his hand in the room right next door to you while imagining it was your tight little cunt milking him, begging you - pleading with you - to cum, cum all over my cock baby, all yours, all fucking yours-

It was ridiculous, absolutely fucking absurd that Eren had to watch this clown apologize time after time only for you to fall for his bullshit and take him right back. He didn’t deserve you, fuck if Eren did either - in fact he firmly believes he doesn’t - but he knew that at least if you were his he would make you a top priority and not bullshit around like the slime you were dating now. But he’s not. Dating you that is. And yet you’re still a top priority to him.

So much so that when you go out with Mikasa and Jean every week he tells you to make sure you text him if you need a ride, or if Jean drops you off at your house to make sure that you text him and let him know you’re safe, and he calls you when he’s at the grocery store because he knows that you’re dumbass always forgets at least one thing, or why he orders an extra thing of fries when you guys go out because it doesn’t matter what you say, you’re going to want some of his fries. It’s why when you call him at three in the morning balling your eyes out because your boyfriend made plans on your birthday weekend to go out with a bunch of his friends, he’s over at your place in less than fifteen minutes.

Armin likes to call him a simp when you ask Eren to do something for you and he doesn’t even hesitate, because you know what he is a fucking simp and Armin can suck his ass. He didn’t care what everyone thought, just you. And if him letting you steal his favorite band t shirts and driving around at 3 am blasting music and staying up late watching horror movies makes you happy then you won’t hear a peep out of him.

The straw that really breaks the camel's back comes on a random weekend at his place. Armin was going somewhere for the whole weekend with Connie and when you found out you felt bad about Eren being alone so you offered to stay with him. As innocent as the request was, Eren was now fighting for his life every other moment of the day as he watched you help him clean his house and walk around after showering in just his t shirt and your hair all tied up in a towel, legs on full display, and now cooking for him after telling him to just go sit down and relax and let someone take care of him for once - something no one has ever said to him before. It was all so domestic that he could feel himself clenching to keep from getting hard. At one point during the day he had to run to the bathroom to pump one out as quickly as he could because you’d simply leaned over to get the laundry out of the dryer. And just now he’d gotten half hard again, the image of you on your knees in front of him, tongue running up the base of his cock mumbling those same words lemme take care of you Eren, wanna take good care of you, want you to cum in my mouth, make you feel so good.

God, you’d be begging for him to hold the sides of your face and fuck your throat until it was sore and you were gagging and choking on his cum. And you’d touch yourself, dripping all over his carpet while he told you how fucking sweet you were, how much of a good girl you were to him, how your shitty little boyfriend couldn’t give you want you needed like he could.

At the thought of your boyfriend, Eren’s fantasies stopped. He couldn’t help himself from letting the words slip. “Too busy taking care of you since your boyfriend doesn’t seem to wanna do it.” He pauses and waits for your response, cringing at the fact that he just couldn’t keep his goddamn mouth shut and let sleeping dogs lie. You were in a relationship, you clearly liked this loser enough to continue to give him chance after chance.

But Eren never lied, not even in his fantasies, you were so sweet. You rarely got mad, so when Eren opened his big mouth and spilled the truth, you just sighed and gave him a sad smile. “I probably seem pretty pathetic, huh?”

To some people it did seem pathetic, but to Eren what was even more pathetic was the fact that he was sitting here fantasizing about someone who clearly did not want him the way he did them. If you were pathetic, then what the fuck was he? To that he muttered words that may have been more for himself than for you, “you’re not pathetic, you’re just in love.”

He wallows in self pity for just a moment. Your little shrug stops him, but it’s your response that makes his head reel. “I wouldn’t call it love. More like infatuation. Barely that anymore.”

It was more open than you’d ever been with him about how you really feel about your relationship. Eren was practically falling off the edge of his seat waiting for you to continue. Fuck, he really was pathetic because one little glimmer of hope and he was running right back, pining away at the idea that he there was still a chance he could seduce you away from that douchebag you called a boyfriend.

“Why stay with him then? The guy is a total fucking loser.”

He watches you ring and squeeze your hands together, a nervous tick he could always pinpoint. “Who else would ever want me?” That breaks his heart more than any fucking rejection from you ever could. He would rather you yell, fuck even laugh right in his fucking face at the possibility that someone like him could ever think they had a chance with someone like you than for you to ever even entertain the idea that someone other than that lowlife could never want you.

For a second he’s sad, but the more he thinks about it the angrier he gets. “Did he fucking tell you that? Is that why you stay with him?”

Your eyes get big, rimmed already with tears, and it pisses Eren off even more. Of course your shitty ass boyfriend would try and tell you you weren’t worth anyone else’s time, because how else would he keep you from leaving him.

“He- not exactly, he just said-“ You were a bit of a blubbering mess trying to get the words that just wouldn’t formulate in your brain to come out of your mouth.

“What the fuck did he say to you?” Eren tried to reign in his anger a little bit for the sake of calming you down. His hand reached out to pull you in between his legs as he moved to sit down on the couch. “Breathe, baby, breathe. I need you to stop crying and talk to me. What the fuck did he say to you?”

He waited patiently as you caught your breath, your eyes refusing to meet his. “It’s embarrassing.”

“I don’t care, I’m about five minutes away from finding your soon to be ex boyfriend and ringing his neck until his head pops like a water balloon.”

“That is graphic and unnecessary.”

“And you are refusing to answer my question.”

You huffed, and a strangled sound came from your throat. “It’s this, this is what he meant.” Gesturing between him and you, you still refused to meet his eyes.

“What is ‘this’ exactly?”

One of your hands yanked itself out of his to cover your face but he was quick to tighten his grip on the other. You were exuding a range of nervous energy and Eren was having a hard time remaining patient, wanting to know now what kind of shit your boyfriend had been spewing and why.

“I…” you barely feel him pull you closer to the edge of the couch, “he doesn’t like that you and I are so close.”

“Well he can take that up with me if he has such a fucking issue with it.”

Your hands jokingly cover his mouth and you scold him like you have a million times before. “Such a dirty mouth.” He wants to show you just how dirty of a mouth he has but that wasn’t exactly the point right now. Instead, he brushes a whisper of a kiss against your palm as he moves it away, moving it to rest against his shoulder.

“What would us being close have anything to do with no one else wanting you?” And as he says it, it’s like a lightbulb clicks on in his brain. Fuck wanting an answer, he needed one. Needed you to tell him exactly why your boyfriend would hate Eren being around you so much. Did he see Eren as a threat? Did you give him any reason to believe that Eren might be? Or did your boyfriend just see the way Eren stared at you with a longing for you to just open your eyes and fucking pick him instead.

It took you a few more seconds to compose yourself before you let out a shaky breath and speak so fast he barely catches all of it. “He was upset because I said your name while he was going down on me.”

Now the last thing Eren wanted to think about was your shitty little boyfriends head between your thighs, but the thought of you saying his own name instead? He was pretty sure his brain had stopped working. His head fell forward against your stomach and he closed his eyes to compose himself, the thoughts running through his mind going straight to his cock.

You, on the other hand, were freaking out. You weren’t sure that it was a good idea in the first place to tell Eren the truth about what had happened but he had been so persistent. There was always a part of you that believed maybe he felt a portion of what you felt for him, and your boyfriend had become very aware of that very quickly. You’d always made excuses, told him you and Eren were just friends. Then why is he always trying to hit you up and be around you all of the time? And why do you seem so ready to be at his beck and call? And what’s with all the inside jokes that only the two of you understand? And why do you look at him like that? And why do you think anyone else would ever want you like that?

“I’m sorry,” you begin to apologize, “I know it’s creepy and totally weird that I would think about you-“

You’re cut short when there’s a yank at your waist and suddenly you’re on the couch, knees spread and calves pushing against Eren’s thighs. He surprises you when he buries his face into your neck, hand on the other side of it, his thumb running along the bottom of your jaw and cheek, leaving opened mouthed kisses all along your neck. “Pretty baby had to think about my mouth to cum ‘cause her boyfriend couldn’t do the job? Must’ve been so fucking lost in that fantasy to say my name right in front of him, huh?”

You could barely breathe at how good his lips felt against your skin, the same fantasy from the other night flooding back into your head. He wanted to know exactly what it involved. “What’d you think about to get off, doll? Squeezing my head between those pretty thighs? Fuck, did you yank at my hair and try to grind your perfect little pussy against my face?” Eren stops assaulting your neck and grips your cheeks in one hand, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Did you think about the same things I do? Riding my face until you’re crying and squirming to get away?”

Eren’s hand quickly slips past your panties and against your clit where it rubs tight figure eights that make your breath catch and your eyes flutter. “Thought about you every single time.” His words are desperate, like he’s the one being teased, on the verge of one of the most mind blowing orgasms of his life. “Every time I fucked my fist,” the words made you jump, “thought about this sloppy cunt fucking me instead. Wanted to cum so deep inside you baby, wanted to split you open on my cock. Watch you get yourself off while you ride me. Cum for me, cum all over my fingers so I can taste it baby. Give me what I want. Let me see if you taste as good as you do in my fantasies.”

Two fingers sink into your heat and you're seeing stars as your lower stomach clenches and your legs shake. Eren’s thumb hasn’t left your clit and you feel a pressure build again.

“Please, Eren, please-“

“Please, Eren, please,” he mocks you, “you beg me in your dreams too, doll? Don’t worry sweet girl, I’m gonna do exactly what your boyfriend was afraid I would. Now cum again.”

That’s all it takes. Your brain is still a little fuzzy as you come down from your high, but you watch as Eren pulls his hand from your panties and sucks his fingers into his mouth. The sound he makes is that of a starving man finally feasting. “Better than I imagined.” He adds some pressure to the end that holds your cheeks and forces your mouth open. “You’ll take what I give you and be grateful. Keep your mouth open for me baby.” And suddenly his tongue is inside your mouth and you can taste yourself. His hand that isn’t holding your cheeks moves to your throat, not squeezing but just resting there, waiting for permission. You take his hand and add a bit of pressure, until you can hear the blood pumping in your ears. Eren’s mouth leaves yours before he releases the pressure on your neck, watching you gasp for air with almost a sadistic smile on his face.

“Did so good for me, so fucking proud of you, doll,” Eren guides your hand to the front of his sweatpants to show you just how hard you make him, dick practically twitching, “now be a good girl and show me how you take my cock.”

Your panties are off within seconds, Eren’s hand ripping them down your legs and tossing them across the living room. Eren makes a mental note of where they are to grab later, a little souvenir to prove what was happening was real and not just some fucked up fantasy his brain had conjured up. And if this was it, if this was just a one time thing - fuck, he hoped not - then at least he had something of yours to beat off with later. God, he really was pathetic. But for now you were real and spread out under him on his couch and he was going to make sure every second of it was burned into the back of his brain.

His hand grips your cheeks again, squeezing them so he can delve into your sweet little mouth again, missing your taste already. “Gonna fuck you like you deserve, baby. That what you want? Want me to fuck you dumb?”

He watches your face change as you begin to beg - “yes, please, want you” - and suddenly you’re a blubbering mess, his dick only halfway in and you’re already going cross-eyed. “Eren, too-too much.” 

Eren’s lower lip pulls out like he’s pouting and his voice comes out whinny and mocking again. “Oh baby, I know, I know. Too big for you tight little pussy. Be good, relax and let me make it fit. Thought you wanted me to fill you up? Don’t I deserve it?” He slides in little by little, rubbing your clit so slowly it makes you wanna cry. And judging by the tears beginning to form, you might just start.

“Made me wait so fucking long, had to watch you hang all over your little boyfriend, listen to you complain about how he can’t take of you. That’s all you want baby, just want someone - fuck - someone to take care of you.” His breath catches as he bottoms out, completely enraptured in you, hitting so deep he’s afraid it might actually be too much for you to take. But then you whine and grind down on him. His laugh is deep and teasing, and he pulls out and begins to thrust - long and deep ones that make the tears at the corner of your eyes begin to fall.

Eren’s lips come down on your neck, up your cheek to your lips where he whispers his vulgar adoration. “Only time I wanna see you cry is when you’re all choked up my cock, got it?” Your head shakes like you’re agreeing with him, small noises leaving your lips with every thrust of his hips. “Not over some fucking prick who can’t make you cum. Doesn’t” thrust “fucking” thrust “deserve you.”

Suddenly, the two of you are flipped, you on top and him sprawled underneath you. And somehow you feel him sink deeper into you. His thumb reaches up to brush the tears falling down your face. “Show me how much you wanted it to be me. Ride me, doll.”

Your hands lay flat on his chest are you move your hips against his. Hands grip your sides and pull you up and down, helping you out more and more the shakier your legs get. One hand reaches up again, this time stuffing two fingers between your lips.

“My baby getting a little too drunk on my cock?” His eyes flutter and he throws his head back as one particular thrust hits him just right. “Fuck, close baby. Tell me when your close, don’t think I can take that.”

Your head shakes and you mumble around his fingers, “inside.”

It takes him a second, his head far too cloudy from your pussy squeezing him so tight to register your words right away. But when he does, it’s like the snap of a rubber band. “Inside?”

“Want you to come inside me,” your voice is breathless and needy, something equal to the way it makes Eren feel. Like his heart is a split moment away from combusting inside his chest. “Never let anyone else, only you.”

Say fucking less.

Eren is close, so fucking close to release that it’s almost painful. And then the phone rings. At first you two ignore it. But then it rings again, and again, and again. And finally Eren huffs, reaching toward the coffee table to pick up your phone and see who can’t take the fucking hint - all the while still urging you up and down his shaft.

His jaw clenches at the name on the caller id. Of fucking course. It would be him. Eren is moments away from chucking your phone across the living room when the idea that hits him makes him pause. He’s always had a bit of a sadistic side.

He meets your eyes with a look that tells you you better do what he says. And he brushes his lips against yours, his words practically a growl, “don’t you dare fucking stop,” before he’s answering the phone and putting it on speaker.

“Hello?” A voice on the other end speaks. Your boyfriend. “Babe?”

You can barely think, let alone speak, yet somehow the word “yeah?” makes its way out of you, albeit breathlessly. 

“You ok? You sound weird.” You’re about to respond the same as before when Eren’s mouth wraps itself around one of your nipples and you practically wail. “Babe? What the fuck is going on?”

“Gonna let him hear you baby?” Eren worships your breast, biting down just a little before pulling back with a soft pop. “Let him hear just how good I can make you feel?” He picks up your phone and you have no doubt that your boyfriend can hear him clearly now. You’re not sure if you really even care, not as long as Eren is so deep in your heat that you swear you can see stars. 

“That’s what he was afraid of, right? Saw how much I wanted you. Afraid you’d want me back?” He lets a groan slip out, a little louder than is necessary. “Tell him how I make you feel, doll.”

“F-fuck, so good. So, so good, Eren - wanna cum all on your cock,”

Your boyfriend’s voice is livid over the phone. “Oh, you are such a fucking-”

“Good little slut for me, baby,” Eren praises you, his own hips thrusting from underneath you, trying to give you time to match his pace, but he’s finding it harder and harder to do with every squeeze and stroke. “Gonna let me fuck my cum into you? Dirty little slut wants to be all fucked out, huh? Go ahead, sweetheart, use my cock.” You can tell from his voice just how close he is. “Gimme a kiss.”

You could never say no to him, lips smashing against his.

“Tell me you love me.”

“Love you, ‘Ren,” your voice shakes and your words slur together, “love you so much.”

“So good for me. Now cum on my cock.”

You feel yourself break apart from above him, collapsing onto his chest as his arms wrap around your back and one of his hands holds the back of your head to keep you against him as he continues to fuck himself deep into you. It doesn’t take him long to fall apart either, praise and affection moaned out directly into your ear. Feel so fucking good cumming around me, make me so fucking happy baby, did so good for me, love you so much.

You both forget about your boyfriend on the other end of the phone when he shouts out “you can have her, Jeager, fucking slut,” before hanging up.

Eren’s face is one of bliss and satisfaction when he pulls you into another long kiss, tongue licking a line across the roof of your mouth. “Like I needed his permission.”

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Headcanons - Armin Arlert x Reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 6.7K (sorry it's so long! I just love this boy)

Notes: This was requested by @arminiloveyou - hope you guys enjoy boyfriend!armin as much as I do 💘

Warnings: None - these are mostly SFW and also really fluffy, with just a sprinkle of nsfw content in there......I had to.... i'm sorry (actually no, i'm not 😇)

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He's always considered himself to be a fairly easygoing and calm person when it came to being around others, but there's something about you that completely makes him lose his composure

Poor baby was probably a shy, stuttering mess the first couple of times he was around you 🥺

The first time he saw you in class, he swore that time had actually stopped and that an angel had somehow swooped down from heaven and landed in his statistics course

He even looked around at others to gauge their reactions toward the ethereal being who had just walked into the room

But when he saw that everybody was simply going about their business and not internally freaking out like he was, he lowered his head a bit in embarrassment, trying desperately to hide the blush that had crept its way onto his cheeks

He'd be so nervous around you anytime you were near, which honestly, wasn't very like him

He was a friendly guy and conversation had always come naturally to him; he had great people skills and was simply the type to get along with everybody

But when you were in the vicinity, his heart would start to act up and his palms would get sweaty, which was very unlike his normal self

Let me just say, conversation did not come easy to him when he was around you

If you spoke to him, it was as if all words had suddenly vanished from his mind and as a result of that, he often found himself in quite a few awkward situations with you

Poor thing would just stare at you like a deer in headlights, flustered by the pretty smile you had given him while trying desperately to find something (literally, anything) to say to you, but instead failing miserably

Luckily, to avert further disaster, Eren or Mikasa wouldn't be too far behind and would eventually swoop in to save him from himself

He wasn't a total failure it seemed, though, because somehow you didn't shy away from his odd behavior; you kept being kind to him and you kept giving him those pretty smiles he adored so much, persistent as ever in your pursuit of trying to talk to the mess of a boy he considered himself to be

There was this one particular time (which is actually one of his favorite memories of you) where he was sat with his entire group of friends on campus one rather normal afternoon, enjoying each other's company and sharing hearty laughs. Just as Jean and Eren had started bickering over their usual nonsense, Armin had glanced at his phone and realized it was time to bid them adieu and head off to his next lecture

His mind began to wander thinking of you, and more importantly, if he'd see you in class that day (and also what you might be wearing and if you'd sit anywhere near him; he secretly really hoped that you would)

And then suddenly, the next thing he knew, you were calling for him. He swears his heart had actually skipped a beat that day at how gentle your voice was. "Wait, Armin," you had said sweetly, trying to get the blonde's attention. "Can I walk with you to class?" The small smile that had made its way onto your face and the twinkle in your eye as you gazed up at him did wonders to the fluttery feeling inside his chest.

"O-of course," he had slightly slipped up on his words, but nonetheless, they made you happy as your smile widened (causing a light coating of pink to grow on his cheeks)

The way you had called for him that day (and said his name - Oh man, he loved it when you said his name) just sounded so delicate and sweet, he thought about it for a whole week 🥺

Eventually, he would get more comfortable around you and his confidence would slowly start to grow. But you still had an intense hold over the boy, one that often left him a breathless, stuttering mess, and one that evidently would continue to carry on throughout your entire relationship

Which brings us to Armin as your boyfriend... Ok, folks, let's do this... ☺️

He is a very observant man and always seems to keep an eye on you (out of a need to make sure you're okay and because he simply loves looking at you - He can't help it, his gaze just automatically drifts toward you)

He reads you insanely well - You swear sometimes it's like he knows you even better than you know yourself

Can tell by the look in your eye if you're having a bad day, or even by the slightest downward curvature of your mouth if something's upsetting you

The man is finely tuned into you at all times 😌

(He's spent enough time looking at you from afar prior to you two dating, and especially now that he actually is dating you, that he should be able to notice every little change in your expression)

Eren has definitely called him creepy before because of how much he stares at you (You don't mind, though... You think it's kind of cute how he can't seem to keep his eyes off of you 🥰)

Loves getting hugged from behind, it always brings a smile to his face when you wrap your arms around his waist

Not super big on PDA, though; other than holding your hand, he isn't really keen on being too affectionate in public (key word: in public 😏) - When you two are out though, he does seem to always be holding your hand)

His actions are never really that of a possessive man, he respects your autonomy and acknowledges that you don't belong to him - However, with that said, he's only human and still definitely has moments of possessiveness

For instance, if someone is outright flirting with you, he can get really uncomfortable and insecure. Jealousy-filled thoughts will begin to swarm in his head and he'll start to spiral a bit before then reeling himself in, reminding himself that you truly love him and would never do anything to hurt him

Then, the thought of you possibly being uncomfortable toward this strange man's advances would cross his mind, which suddenly brings his body racing toward yours, ready to save you from the unpleasant situation

You always look grateful for his arrival during moments such as these - He won't be aggressive or threatening toward the man, but he will make his presence known in a calm and casual way. He'll place his arm leisurely around your waist and look down at you, a delicate smile appearing on his face solely for the girl held tightly to him, with bright, blue eyes intent on finding out if she was okay or not

He's always able to tell right away if you're fine and don't require any saving, or if he were right to make an assumption and should make an excuse for yours and his exit - If it's the latter, he will gladly be your knight in shining armor and make up some lie about how you two "should probably get going if you don't want to be late for the movie" (or, he'll say you two have a dinner reservation instead if he's feeling spicy and really wants to make it known that you two are an item - All while doing it with a friendly voice and innocent smile 😈)

He will always be there to pull you out of sticky situations 😌

Hates fighting with you more than anything

If you two had a fight, he would insist on approaching the fight as "you and him vs. the problem" as opposed to "you vs. him"

He would always insist you two talk things out and would always preface what he was about to say with, "Please know that I love you. And I want us to figure this out together... So please be patient with me and I will be patient with you, love."

Fights never really last that long between you two though, to be honest, and it's all thanks to him

Would get shy at first asking you to stay over at his place, but would push through it because he loves falling asleep next to you; he definitely is obsessed with holding your body close to his at night while you two sleep

The feeling of your body intertwined with his and your peaceful face resting comfortably against his chest, as you share in each other's warmth, is easily his favorite part of every day

If he's busy (whether it's studying or playing video games with his friends) and you want attention from the cute blonde beside you, literally all you need to do is sit on his lap

His focus will be entirely on you if you do that (and his pale cheeks will turn a nice rosy color as his eyes glance up at you, gleaming as if he were looking at an angel 🥺)

He sometimes gets so sleepy that he falls asleep on your shoulder - Doesn't matter where you are; at home, at parties, or even at school, if he is sleepy, that boy will find you and he will use your shoulder as a pillow

Favorite things to do for dates: (1) Aquarium - one of his favorite places; loves sharing small kisses in the always empty and dimly lit jellyfish room, the mood lighting in there is his favorite and the reflection of purples and blue against your skin always has him reaching over to gently kiss you (2) Picnic - gets to have a private moment with you all to himself; loves seeing you close your eyes and soak up the sunshine, although he swears your smile is more dazzling than the sun could ever hope to be; you once adorned his golden hair with the tiny flowers resting beside your blanket and he nearly wanted to die at the intimate feeling of your hands playing with his hair (3) Museum - this boy loves museums regardless of who he's with, but with you, it's so much more special; will definitely take sneaky pictures of you admiring the art (the background on his phone is actually a picture of you caught off guard, looking back at him while smiling softly during one of these museum dates)

Wanted to give you a necklace with his initial on it, but felt too shy and awkward going through with it

However, he definitely bought a necklace for himself with your initial on it and wears it all the time

(((He loves it when you're on top of him, slowly and passionately rocking your hips against his, and you casually bend down to lightly nip at the delicate chain - It's as if with that one swift motion, you're telling him that he belongs to you)))

Even though he tries not to be very possessive, he loves it when you are - Literally LOVES it when you show other people that he is yours

Will place his cardigan (yes, he totally wears cardigans and no, you can't convince me otherwise) around your shoulders if you're out at night - You don't even have to look cold or anything, he just does it out of habit now (and maybe because he secretly likes the idea of other people seeing you wear his clothes 👀)

Armin also definitely wears turtlenecks, I know it 🤤🤤🤤

He feels things very intensely (hello, water sign!!) and is sensitive, but often doesn't show it since being overly vulnerable and emotional in front of other people can make him a bit uncomfortable (he's a scorpio, what did you expect? - this scorpio boy will always have an air of mystery to him; if he seems one-dimensional to someone, it's only because they don't truly know him)

He's a rather private person and prefers his relationship to be relatively the same way - People definitely know that you two are together, but he doesn't need to oversell it or have people know everything that goes on between you two (unlike some people *cough cough* Eren, who totally would pin you down on the coffee table and makeout with you in front of his friends if you'd let him)

This is why he likes to keep PDA to a minimum, but if you ever leaned in for a kiss, how could he ever deny you?

Kissing you has become one of his greatest joys in life and he'd hate to miss out on one simply because other people were around

Something tells me that he taught himself how to play the guitar (acoustic only)

BUT, it would be a total secret - something he kept to himself as his own special little hobby

You wouldn't even know until showing up at his place one day unannounced

You had a key to his apartment and didn't bother to text beforehand since you were just stopping by to drop off some of his books that you had borrowed

But when you opened his front door, you heard a voice singing softly against the delicate strumming of a guitar

The corners of your mouth turned up into a smile as you recognized your boyfriend's voice among the sweet melodies, waiting just a moment to listen to the calming sound before knocking on the bedroom door that had been left ajar

The poor, startled man looked so cute sitting on the edge of his bed, eyes wide and cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as he held his guitar, his little secret hobby instantly being revealed to you 🥺

He'd be shy at first, but playing for you would soon become a regular thing (since you constantly begged him lmao)

If you were having a bad day or needing something to help you wind down from a hectic shift at work, you would ask him to play something for you, and he would always happily oblige - He'd sit beside you, your mood instantly starting to lift as his soft melodies helped to calm your mind

He always has been and always will be your biggest motivator; he constantly provides support when you need it and pushes you to follow your dreams, always eager to celebrate your successes along the way

"I'll always be here to cheer you on, honey" 🥺🥺🥺

He constantly shares the interesting facts he reads about in his books with you

Just very casually will look up from his book and be like, "Did you know that inside dolphins' pectoral fins, they have bones that look like human hands?"

He thinks it's cool and instantly in his head, he's like 'Y/N needs to know....'

Doesn't really cry too much (he tends to keep a lot of his intense emotions to himself and appear as though he's his normal, happy self, even when he's not), but he definitely cries during movies

Like that one time Grave of the Fireflies was playing in theatres again for its 30th anniversary and you two decided to go see it (big mistake) and poor baby came out of it sniffling, with tear-stained cheeks and the tip of his nose a soft, pink color

He hurriedly had tried to wipe away his tears with the sleeve of his sweater but you had caught his hand and did it for him instead, even placing small kisses against his cheeks where his tears had been

(It was actually that exact moment that he knew he was in love with you - Nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of you comforting and consoling him so sweetly. He nearly fell to his knees receiving such an intimate and caring gesture from you)

He really likes it when you lean into him and place your hands against his chest while kissing him; he loves the feeling of your body being flushed against his as he holds your cheek gently with his palm, deepening the kiss you had initially started

His neck.....is ultra sensitive..... Do with that what you will.... (🤤😈)

Prior to being in a relationship with you, a time in his life where he spent his days yearning and longing from afar, Eren would probably tease Armin nonstop about the crush he had on you

"Is today finally the day you grow some balls and tell Y/N you want her," he'd sarcastically remark, earning him a threatening glare from the blonde boy beside him

"She's right over there, shut up," he'd whisper quietly, just a hint of hostility in his voice as he silently wished for Eren to suddenly lose the ability to speak

"C'mon, dude.... Just go tell her that you're in love with her and that you want her to have your babies, I'm sure it'll be fine," the annoying brunette would snort, trying to hold back his laughter but failing miserably

"Th-that's not true," Armin's eyes would widen as he frantically looked around, making sure nobody heard Eren's words

"Yeah, okay... sure... I know you want her, so don't fuckin' lie," his emphasis on the word 'want' carried a certain insinuation that (even though was true), Armin didn't like and before he knew it, he was slamming his hand on the table and raising his voice

"Shut the fuck up already!" It was loud enough for others to hear and definitely loud enough to get the attention of the exact girl he didn't want looking his way during this conversation

Armin and Eren had both instinctively looked over at you and found that you were already staring with wide eyes. Honestly, you were a little taken aback to hear the soft, demure boy you had come to know had quite the mouth on him

"Sorry, Y/N, we were just talking about Armin's wants and needs," Eren had said casually with a shrug, snapping Armin right out of the trance you had left him in, all the while feeling an embarrassing heat start to rise in his cheeks. Mortified didn't even begin to describe how he had felt in that moment (poor baby couldn't even look you in the eyes for the rest of the day 🥲)

Let's just say, Eren is a menace (we already knew that...) and Armin can definitely get annoyed with his antics from time to time

He has the cutest laugh :( <3 his smile would be so wide and his eyes would get so scrunched up that they nearly close - the sound of his joyous, soft laughter would be so hot cute 🥺

Will lay on his side in bed sometimes and just stare at you in awe

Genuinely can't believe he gets to fall asleep next to an angel like yourself

Whispers the smallest and softest little "I love you" right before you two fall asleep; with his warm, relaxed breaths hitting the skin of your shoulder and his arms resting protectively over your waist, you're easily lulled to sleep

When he's frustrated (usually with something school-related), he does this thing where he lowers his head and rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands, before then raking them through his hair and ruffling up the blonde strands, letting out an annoyed groan in the process

He looks so cute (and hot) when he does this since his hair looks extremely wild and disheveled, and the normal, sweet smile that usually adorns his face has since been replaced with a grumpy pout and a clenched jaw

Speaking of grumpy Armin - You call him Mr. Grumpers when he's in a mood (which isn't that often, but is certainly always entertaining)

If he's pouting about something or his normal soft eyes have twisted into a disapproving side eye, you'll playfully exclaim, "Is somebody Mr. Grumpers today?"

He'll just narrow his eyes more intensely at you while shyly (and bitterly) muttering out a little, "no"

Give him a kiss (or several) and he'll start to perk up, though - His mood doesn't totally go away, but he does get less grumpy and instead becomes more needy; holding tightly on to your waist while asking for more and more kisses

When you're the one who's being grumpy, he think's it. is. so. CUTE.

His heart absolutely melts at the sight of you with a childish pout and furrowed eyebrows, grumbling to him as he tries to have a conversation with you

It's secretly one of his favorite things (He'd never tell you just how much he loves it when you're like that, though, because he thinks you'd take it the wrong way - He just thinks you're so cute when you're grumpy and can't help but swoon at the sight of you like that... Like, this is literally him -> 🥺🥺🥺)

When he wakes up, he does this thing where he scrunches up his nose and shuts his eyes tightly as if to block out any morning light that threatens the perfect sleep he was getting. He'll even place an arm over his eyes, trying to stop the little sunlight that filters through the curtains, before then reaching out to you with his other arm. He'll turn to you, with eyes still closed, and smile lazily at the feeling of you being right there beside him

"G'morning," he'll say quietly in an unnaturally raspy voice as he laces his arm around you, bringing your warm body closer to his

Sometimes leans down to absentmindedly leave a trail of light kisses against your neck and shoulder when he's in this sleepy state (if you so much as whimper or make any such noise alluding to how much you are enjoying the feeling of his lips on you, he'll smile against your skin as the hold around your waist instinctively tightens)

Firm believer in "If you don't treat your partner like they're special, then somebody else will", which is why he puts a lot of effort and care into his relationship with you

Genuinely loves you and wants to be in your life for as long as you'll have him, so he'll do everything in his power to show you just how much you mean to him

(((One of his absolute favorite things to do with you is to makeout on the couch for what feels like hours (and sometimes is) - Like, slowly rubbing up against each other while hands gently explore the other's body; him sucking on your tongue and you biting his lip; lazy, passionate kisses being shared between you two with no end in sight - It quite literally is heaven to him 😌)))

(((He looks so sweet afterward, too - His hair is always messed up from your hands running through it and his lips are always deliciously plump from all the attention you had given them. The flustered man's cheeks will be flushed and the tips of his ears will be a soft pink color, all the while his eyes will have this glazed over, glossy look to them. And his smile, oh man, his smile... The blissful, almost-euphoric smile he gives you could only be described as that of a man beyond grateful to have you sitting on his lap like this and kissing him like that

If you ever need help with anything, he is your guy !!! He would literally drop everything that he's doing to come help you with whatever you need

You need help studying? He's there quizzing you on what's going to be on your final; One of your headlights went out? He's not very good with cars, but he's looking up videos online on how to fix it; You need advice on a tricky situation at work? He's listening to your every word and then offering several solutions

He is just always happy to help you in any way that he can - He likes knowing that you feel you can depend on him and that you go to him when you need help

Give him a compliment and he'll think about it all week <3

Something as simple as "you look so handsome today, baby" will have him like 🥺🥺🥺 - He'll be so ridiculously soft and stupid for the remainder of that day; you can definitely expect a cute blonde man to give you several kisses after you compliment him

I feel like this boy.......would always be cold......

Something about him just tells me that he would be a Cold Boy™ and always wears extra layers, hence why he wears a lot of turtlenecks and sweaters (pls he's so cute 🥺)

When he's with you in his or your apartment, he'll always cuddle up to you - You know it's because he loves feeling you close to him, but also because he's just cold and needs the extra warmth

You tease him about it all the time, too, which makes him groan (always with a smile, though 😇)

"Trying to steal my warmth again, are we?" You'd question playfully, watching him curl up beside you on the couch

"Shall I go steal someone else's warmth?" He'd retaliate, his boyish grin widening before leaning in to place a quick peck on your cheek

"No," you'd pout, earning a soft chuckle from the boy beside you. "You're only allowed to steal my warmth," you'd exaggerate the sadness in your voice while faking a frown

"Okay, deal," he'd whisper back softly, leaning in once again to your warm body, this time placing a gentle kiss to your lips, his heart fluttering at the feeling of your pout turning into a smile

He's the type to absentmindedly rub your back while giving you a hug

Before you two were dating and when you were still only friends, he would always shyly offer to carry your books for you while you two walked to class

He still does it now, but instead of asking with a shy smile, he'll just hold out his hands, silently telling you to hand them over - He'll take them in his one arm and then reach for your hand with his other, gently lacing his fingers through yours as you two walk to class

As mentioned before, he is naturally good at carrying a conversation

If he's ever around other people and there's an awkward silence, he will always chime in and bring everyone's attention toward a new topic

(You secretly think it's kind of hot how he'll just take charge of the situation and save everyone from even more awkwardness)

Loves cats and is always setting out dry food for the neighborhood cats

You had to talk to him about this, because even though it's sweet, he suddenly had like 15 cats hanging around his apartment and his neighbors were like.....what the hell is going on...

But when he sees a cat while he's out, he'll always bend down and mutter a small "pspspsp" to get its attention, hoping it'll come up to him so he can pet it

Definitely plays animal crossing (this was actually one of your first "dates" - You two visited each other's islands and it was so cute 🥺)

Such a gentleman - Very chivalrous, not in a gross 'I'm being nice to you so you owe me' type of way, but in a genuine, sweet type of way

It just comes naturally to him; even toward strangers, he's the type of guy to hold the door open for other people and get things off of shelves for strangers in stores if they can't reach... He's just naturally kind and always happy to lend a helping hand

But with you, he is extra sweet - Always opening doors for you, complimenting you, walking you to your front door (when dropping you off at your place), pushing your chair in at restaurants, listening to you, never keeping you waiting, and just overall, always doting on you and adoring you

Like, this is actually Armin:

He probably was on the swim team in high school, which is why his body is so naturally lean and toned

Like the guy probably doesn't even work out that much now, but somehow still has ridiculously toned abs and you're like ????

He finds it really adorable when you gush over his abs, though - He loves being reminded of how attractive you think he is (pls always give him compliments, they make him so happy 🥲)

Constantly doting on you in the privacy of yours or his apartment (rubbing your back absentmindedly with his hand, moving your hair out of your eyes, placing soft kisses on your cheek, hugging your body close to his, etc.)

The type to give you really sentimental gifts on anniversaries - He'd usually put a lot of effort into them and would be a combination of giddy/nervous for you to open them, hoping more than anything that he just did a good job conveying how much he loves you in one small present

Probably drinks iced matcha lattes <3 idk why that visual is so cute to me

Definitely would love washing your hair for you in the shower - He'd find it so intimate and would feel pride in being able to take care of you, even in a small way such as this

Likes giving you kisses on your nose - He feels your cute as a button (something he tells you quite often) and sometimes can't help the urge to give you a little peck on the tip of your nose

He is a Soft Boy™ through and though, but he will also not let people walk all over him or those he cares about

If somebody is being rude, he will always speak up - Even if somebody is twice his size 🥴 (He'll never be aggressive, but he will make it known that what this person did was not okay)

Uses a ticket stub from a concert you two went to as his bookmark

Has always wanted to be in the kind of relationship where you two dance together in the kitchen while cooking...but...he doesn't cook that often and neither do you, so he just secretly keeps that fantasy to himself (he thinks it's such a sweet idea and honestly can't handle the domesticity and intimacy of it)

He'll even try forcing it sometimes by making a show out of trying a new recipe and asking for your help in the kitchen, while slyly putting some soft music on in the background

He's always a bit too shy to outright ask you to dance with him, since he feels it's a bit of an odd request, but he silently hopes it'll naturally happen every time you two cook together

However, his wish finally came true one night during one of his 'dancing missions'... He had noticed you from the corner of his eye start to sway your hips to the music as you stirred the pot in front of you, and he saw it as his opportunity. Somehow, he found the courage to come up behind you and place his arms gently around your waist, delicately swaying you both to the soft melodies playing throughout the warm kitchen

No words had to be said - You both felt the calm love you had for the other, as scents of garlic and basil filled the room and soft music played all around you, your bodies finding a sweet and soothing rhythm together

Since then, he's more courageous when it comes to taking you in his arms and moving your body with his to the soft sounds that play throughout the kitchen (which is actually a specially curated playlist made just for you, but shhh, he doesn't want you to know that)

The type to place blankets over you if you fall asleep - Doesn't even matter if you look cold or not; if you fall asleep anywhere near him, he is putting a blanket over you

When you have cold hands, he does that thing where he rubs his hands together, making them warm for you, before placing them around your smaller ones and bringing them close to his mouth where he breathes warm air onto them (His hands are probably just as cold, so it's a win-win for him)

Thinks it's really cute when you reach up to move the small strands of blonde hair that fell in front of his eyes - Always brings a content smile to his face watching you do this

One year, he dresses up as milo thatch from the movie atlantis for Halloween

AND HE LOOKS SO CUTE <3

The round glasses look so cute on him that you try to convince him to wear glasses all the time

And he would just laugh sweetly at you gushing over him, before saying, "Honey, there's nothing wrong with my eyes, though... I can't just start wearing glasses"

(Him in the tank top is also 🤤🤤🤤 His toned muscles, that he barely ever shows off, would have you biting your lip the whole night. GOD - He'd be so confused as to why you were suddenly dragging him to an empty room in the house of the halloween party you two were at. He'd only realize your intentions the moment you shut the bedroom door behind you and push him up against the wall, placing eager, needy kisses all over his neck)

He'd look like this... whew

Pet names he uses for you include: Honey, hun, baby, angel, love, and sweetheart

Honey is his go-to and what he uses most often - He figured it was perfect for you since you're always so sweet (corny much, Armin 🙄)

He likes it most when you call him 'babe' - It's intimate, yet casual, and anytime you use it, it feels like you're calling him home (He swears to himself that he never wants to hear anybody else ever call him that but you; he knows nobody will ever say it as sweetly as you do)

If he's ever resting his head on your stomach, he'll lift up your shirt slightly and place a kiss there; he loves the feeling of your soft tummy against his lips <3

If he's ever forced to go out drinking with the boys (which of course he is, Eren's his bestfriend 🙄), you can expect some drunk texts coming your way

And when he finally comes home, he'd be such a lovestruck, needy mess of a man

"I love you sooo much," he'd slightly slur his words, smiling at you with a pleased look on his face. "How did I get so lucky...?" he'd mutter to himself, looking down at his hands. "These h-hands," he'd stutter while turning them around, looking them over, "get to hold your hands." And he would just look up like 🥺🥺🥺

And you would just laugh at your sweet, drunken boyfriend's nonsense while placing a glass of water in his hand

"Water, right... You're so smart, angel," he'd take a big sip, some of it spilling down his chin. "So smart and so cute," the little smile that appeared on his face would quickly turn into a smirk as he looks you over. "You're really pretty, you know...?" his voice slurring while his eyes look you up and down

Because of course he would also get horny when he's drunk, of course he would... he could also be a bit of a brat 😒

If you didn't give him any attention or weren't as affectionate with him while he was drunk, he'd pout and yank on the loops of your jeans, literally forcing you to pay attention to him

(He obviously would never really act this way sober, but with his inhibitions being lowered, that meant that you could expect the alcohol to intensify the sweet, sassy, and horny aspects of your boyfriend)

He'd always make it a point to dress nice for you if you two went out to dinner

There was still a part of him that desperately wanted to impress you, and an even smaller part that was afraid you'd wake up one day and realize he's not good enough for you

(That would never happen, though - You absolutely adore this man, how could you not 🥲)

But on date nights, he'd ask what you were wearing and would try to color coordinate with a nice button down, nervously patting his hair down in the mirror to make sure it wasn't messy, before then leaving to go pick you up

He'd always greet you at your door with a warm smile and a small kiss on the cheek, before finally letting himself take in your appearance

He would often stare back at you with wide eyes, scratching at the back of his neck and swallowing dryly; the magnificent sight before him would cause the blood in his body to rush and before he could embarrass himself further by looking like a complete and total dumbstruck idiot (something he told himself, not you), he'd give you one more smile and with kind eyes, shyly mutter that you looked beautiful

And, oh man, did he mean it - The man would be showering you with complements left and right all night; like he literally could not comprehend HOW he had managed to convince you to be his girlfriend

When on dinner dates, he would always smile warmly at you from the other side of the table, graciously taking your hand that was outstretched to him

Even though he often looks at you with soft eyes, sometimes the knowing look in his piercing, blue eyes is so intense that you can't help but feel vulnerable under his stare; it's always such an intimate feeling and leaves you breathless every time to simply be seen by him

Because he's not just looking at you and thinking about how pretty you are, he's thinking about the actual person behind the good looks; he's thinking about how trusting you are with him, how sweet and gentle you've always been, and about all of the endearing and unique qualities that make you you. But, most importantly, he's thinking about how lucky he is to know every little part of you and how he wishes only for the chance to know every future version of yourself as you move throughout your life

Armin has always seen you for who you are and has loved you endlessly; for all of the flaws you claim to have, he swears he's never seen someone so beautiful and for all of the hardships you may endure in life, he only wishes to be right beside you during them

He loves you exactly as you are; his lover, his best friend, his dancing partner, and in the simplest of terms, the girl who had stopped his entire world that one mundane afternoon as she sauntered into his class, all the while changing his life for the better

As much as he didn't care for that class or that he was having just another boring day, that exact day will forever be etched into his memories; a day he'll always be grateful for

Truth be told, he sometimes still feels like he's looking around helplessly as he did in class that day, trying to figure out how on earth this magnificent angel had dropped into his life and why you had decided to stay

But when it comes down to it, he doesn't question it too much because honestly, he wants all of the mundane afternoons with you

He wants the lazy mornings and passionate nights, all of the countless hours watching tv on the couch and the comfortable silence that fills your apartment as you two eat breakfast together; he wants dancing in the kitchen and kisses at the aquarium, he wants all of it - He swears an ordinary, boring life shared with you would be nothing but extraordinary

And part of him thinks that he's a selfish man to want everything and more with you, that he could never be enough for somebody as perfect as you. But as you place another warm, gentle kiss to his cheek and give him one of those pretty smiles he's always adored, all of his self-deprecating thoughts suddenly fade away as he's softly reminded that all you've ever wanted was exactly the same

And Armin would never deny you of what you want <3

[screechingmelon]

AOT CHARACTERS, making up for lost time drabbles + love language (modern au!)

PLAYLIST — slow burn romance with your comfort character

NOTE — i offer everybody fluff content, comfort & a sprinkle of reassurance. i added a playlist up top for some romance-y vibe while you read this or maybe more fluff

SUMMARY — aot characters making it up to you after not being able to spend a lot of time together because they're busy + love languages!

CHARACTERS — marco bodt, jean kirschtein, eren jaegar, armin arlert, connie springer, reiner braun, bertholdt hoover, porco galliard, colt grice, mikasa ackerman, annie leonhart, ymir, historia reiss, pieck finger, miche zacharias, hange zoe, erwin smith, levi ackerman, yelena, & onyonkapon

#TAGS — helo @druighoney i provide u with ereh fluff 🤲

NOTES & REBLOGS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED!

i want to slow dance with you

love language — touch, quality time & words of affirmation

characters — marco bodt, jean kierstein, armin arlert, moblit berner, colt grice, historia reiss, mikasa ackerman, pieck finger, onyonkapon & bertholdt hoover

They've been caught up with school, trying to juggle extracurricular activities, projects, homeworks, and exams has been a hassle. You understood that they need their space and time to do school works but you couldn't help it but feel a little lonely for the pass few days without them. Always on their desk working non-stop.

You were already on bed just scrolling mindlessly on social media. You wanted to wait out a little for them, to maybe cuddle or have small talk. The door creaks open and it was your lover peaking through the door.

"Angel, you're still awake."

You shifted your attention to them; "Oh, I was waiting for you." You respond, their expression softened. Their lips form a small tender smile. "Would you like to have some ice cream? I got some from the convient store nearby. It's your favorite" they raise their left arm shaking the little plastic bag that contained the cold treat

You put your phone down on the bedside, and got up from your spot walking your way to them. They open their arms and you dove right into them as you stuffing your face onto their chest. "I missed you" came out a little muffled

They embrace you a little tighter; "I missed you too, sunshine" kissing you on the top of you head, rubbing your back. You missed them.

You both pulled away from the embrace and went to the kitchen area. "Angel, please. Tell me about your day." And you both talked and talked and it was great. You felt a rush of relief now that you've finally spoken to them.

They suddenly take their phone out and scroll. They played a song; "This may be a little cringe and cliche but come dance with me for a bit before we go to bed, lovely?" They reach out their hand

The music starts to play, it was rather an upbeat romance song; "Sweetheart"

You hum in response looking up to him with your hands around his neck, and his arms around your waist. One of his hands move up to hold your cheek; "Angel, I'm sorry I couldn't spend much time with you for the past few days. I'll make it up to you, love wely. I promise" Softly caressing your face

Your expression softened as he looked at you so lovingly. "Don't apologize, it's alright. Like I said take your time; this is gonna be for your future."

He leaned to press his forehead against yours; "Thank you for being so patient with me, I promise I'll make sure all of your patient and effort with me will be worth it."

You hum, "But..." He says and pauses pulling away from you, now placing both their hands on your face; "It's not just for my future, it's going to be for ours if you'd still take me."

by your side

love language — touch, words of affirmation, & quality time

characters — porco galliard, connie springer, sasha braus, eren jaegar, hange zoe, reiner braun, & ymir.

You and your lover haven't been spending much time as usual. You both respected each other's privacy, and space but you really needed them this time. You worked part time at a cafe and messed up causing your boss to humiliate you in front of the middle of work. Despite hesitating, you decided to text them everything that happened, you were just really needed to let that out somehow and you knew they'd understand. Maybe the distance between the both of you were really taking a toll.

You'd walk your way to your shared apartment; all you felt now was relief but you still carried the embarassment that you gone through. The customers, your co-workers just stared as it happened. People were whispering, maybe gossiping even.

As you open the door, you were greeted by your lover looking quite concerned, "Baby, hey. I went home when I read your message. Are you alright?" Walking to your direction with their arms slowly opening as they got closer to you

Jumping onto their chest and hugging them tightly helped make those thoughts fly away, instantly. "Oh, baby. I'm sorry" They whisper, their one hand moving you your head softly stroking it as you feel your throat closing up and your eyes swelling.

"It's okay, baby. Shh, just let it out, you're safe with me." They say softly hugginh you a litte tighter and kissing your head every now and then. Once you've calm down, they wipe your tear; "Good god, your boss is a dick. You should really quit your job." He chuckles wiping and kissing your tears away. "I'm sorry I haven't been by your side for a while. Come, I bought you some snacks and we can make some hot cocoas or just anything." They paused

Pushing the hair out of your face; "I don't like seeing you cry. Love, you can quit the job, I'll help you find one without a lame boss. And, I'll be with you more often. Seeing you fall asleep without me beside you was... my bad I suppose."

"I know you can take care of yourself but I wish I took care of you in any better way that I could. I noticed you were surprised to see me home this early, but you know I'd ditch some overtime for you. Besides, my co-worker owes me" Stroking you hair more keeping eye contact with you as they spoke.

"So, please, don't ever hesitate to call me or talk to me whenever. I know you respect my space and all but I do miss you too."

A small grin forms on their face; "I don't. I am absolutely not into being hard-to-get with you. Like, jesus christ, I need my hugs and cuddles as well—"

They sigh as you muffled your face on their chest; "As a tribute I wanna volunteer as your emotional and mental suppport lover maybe. For as long as you aren't sick of me" They chuckled; "No, I don't get sick of you." it came muffled but they understood.

you're a blessing

love language — words of affirmation, acts of service & quality time

characters — annie leonhart, levi ackerman, erwin smith, zeke jaegar, yelena, & miche zacharias

Often it was a peaceful silence in your shared apartment but it was mainly because you both enjoyed the silence together. They weren't the most talkative and publicly sweet lover but they showed and already proved their love in private. Weren't big fans of PDA, either because they get nervous and they have trouble expressing it or they just prefer to be sweet behind doors

You usually were the one who talked a lot but the silence you shared this time wasn't comforting as it should be. They're busy with college and work and you couldn't blame them, they have responsibilities and you were alright with that because you had yours as well.

They pass you by and gave you an extra drink they made. "Thank you." You say as they nod and sit at the opposite end leaning on the couch frame holding a book

You weren't talking as usual, you started to hesitate talking to them because you feared you would bother them or disturb their rest.

"Is there something wrong, hun?" They ask from the other side of the couch as they hold their drink. You shook your head, dismissing them. Their lips formed a small frown, obviously not believing you.

As they placed the drink on the coffee table, standing up to sit beside you; "Tell me, I'll listen."

You dismissed them again; "No it's alright. you've had a long day. You should rest."

"Honey I'm not an old man/woman who needs bed rest. Listening to you won't be exhausting." They say keeping eye contact with you. You have their undevided attention now.

"It's alright."

"I don't know what goes through your head but I'd love to hear them." They say as they reach for your hand giving it a small kiss, "I know something's wrong when you don't talk to me. Did I do something to upset you, hun?"

You sighed, so much for not knowing what goes through my head reading the situation very well. "I just don't want to be a burden when you're already busy" You say adverting your eyes, rubbing your left arm and fully turning away from them.

"Look at me."

You dismiss them

"I want you looking at me when I tell you this."

You hesitated for a moment but you knew damn well they won't stop. "What...?"

"I know I don't express what I feel for you publicly or a lot but I enjoy your company and especially listenig to you. Take this as, you recharging my energy after a tiring day."

They reach their hand, and hold your chin gently; "I want you to know, that the last thing you could ever be is a burden. You're my beloved. I love you and that won't change no matter how tired the both of us could be." Taking your hand a placing a soft kiss

"You're a blessing to me."

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