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The Night We Met, Eren Jaeger

Chapter Two, Family Friend

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Chapter Summary: After meeting the family friend your mother informed you about earlier in the day, you end up gaining a new acquaintance. And during later that night, your relationship with the stranger begins to progress, even if just barely.

Warnings: Occasional swearing

━ Word Count: 6.6k

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When you awoke the following morning due to the sound of a door slamming harshly down the hallway, you were immediately bombarded with partially faint memories of the entire event that had transpired the night prior (or rather early morning, seeing as it was only around 2 AM).

Though a measly portion of it was still engraved into your head like a wooden drill, your mind was still foggy and oblivious for the most part.

With all of the scarce might that you had the ability to summon up, you thought upon it hard and clear, attempting to distinguish even just a sliver of what had exactly happened ━ but it was to no avail. The entirety of your thoughts were only growing even more unreal and impossible to believe considering the fact that these types of situations only appeared to happen in the cliché fanfictions you’d read during your spare time, and to think that it happened to you was quite overwhelming to believe.

Were you sure that it wasn’t just a dream?

Your mind didn’t exactly work the best at such early hours in the day, so to presume that you made up all of what had happened wouldn’t be something out of the ordinary. You’ve always possessed a strong imagination that came into play during moments like these, and it was becoming difficult to distinguish what was true reality and what was just a mere fantasy that your mind had come up with as a result of your insomnia and overdramatic thoughts.

Maybe setting it off as your imagination was the best and smart thing to do, especially since you could feel a pounding in between your forehead and temples beginning to form. A headache was definitely not something you wanted to go through with at the moment, so you knew you had to control your spiraling mind in order to ease it all down a notch.

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You managed to chow down the remainder of your breakfast in a flurry before rushing back to your room and needlessly scrambling across it in order to make it in time. Luckily you had already completed your skincare routine and brushed your teeth, but even though you thought you had plenty of time to do more tasks, it seems that you had been completely wrong.

You nearly tripped over a pile of clothes that were scattered on the wooden ground as your hands reached to grab the nearest hoodie or jacket you could find, not bothering to pay any attention to what fabric material or color it even was. As long as it had the capability to cover you from the mucky rain and keep you dry, then that’s all you really cared for.

“I’ll see you after school, sweetheart,” your mother spoke from the bottom of the staircase as you rushed past her, pulling your hand through the sleeve of the random jacket you chose to wear. The vehement wind you created as you strode to her side caused her hair to jump out of its previous place.

“Okay,” You gave her a quick peck on the cheek while she continued to rummage through her bag, scrunching her nose as she attempted to search for something in particular that she was having difficulty finding.

“I’ll probably stop by the diner with Sasha after my last class, so I might not be back right away. You want me to get you anything?” You asked as you tossed your semi-heavy backpack over your clothed shoulder, holding the strap of it with your free hand.

“No, I’m fine,” your mother replied while simultaneously shaking her head back and forth. “And don’t stay there too late.” She redirected her gaze from her bag towards you for a moment, who already stood in the entryway of your house fixing your appearance in the mirror that hung over a vintage decorative table. “I have an old friend of mine who will be visiting with her family, and I’d really like for them to see you again.”

“Oh?” You paused for a second, eyebrows furrowing in response as you processed what she had just said. “I’ve met them before?” You questioned while kneeling down to tie the white laces of your shoes together into a tight loop.

“Maybe once or twice when you were younger, but I’m not entirely sure. It was a while ago, anyway,...” She trailed off for a moment as she pondered thoughtfully, but she was soon brought back to the present while shaking her head. “Alright, enough chit-chat. Go or else you’ll be late!”

“Okay, okay!” You held your hands up in surrender as you finished tying your shoes, a soft laugh tumbling past your widened lips. “I’ll see you later!”

“Bye, sweetheart. Drive safe.” Was what you heard your mother reply with before you shut the front door after yourself and ran briskly to your car through the mucky puddles plastered all over the wet ground.

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The tires of your old Volkswagen Bug emitted a loud screech as they pulled into a packed parking lot outside of the 24/7 open diner, surely leaving a hint of black tire marks that blended in with the color of the century-old pavement. Water from the puddle resting beneath the previously empty space splashed against the object adjacent to it, which unfortunately had been someone’s unlucky car.

School had finally ended at least half an hour ago, and Sasha wouldn’t stop nagging for you to drive to the diner as soon as the last bell rang. You didn’t have to stay for anything after school, no clubs or activities for the day, so she wanted to get there before it crowded up, as it usually did during this time, since it was a pretty popular place in your town for people to go to.

“I’m really craving a burger today.” Sasha Braus, your best friend since elementary school, raved animalistically beside you. The emotion of craving was easily visible in her expression as her mouth began to pool with wet drool ━ a vision of a juicy hamburger sided with large, salty fries forming in her food-obsessed mind.

“Ew, don’t slobber all over my car!” You slapped her arm playfully with a gentle giggle to which she scowled. “And you’ll get your burger, just be patient.”

There was previously a light drizzle of rain that shot down from the sky, its gentle droplets falling against the environing objects. But now, a heavy and continual rainfall descended from the gloomy sky in even harsher movements than before, thrashing and slashing against the sides of your car with an immense amount of force. A blurry fog began to seep across the surrounding atmosphere, making it incredibly difficult to clearly pick apart what was in front of you.

Your eyes wandered across your watery windshield, overlooking the environment in front of you with squinted eyes. “How about we get inside quickly now?”

You exchanged a glance with your best friend, and she silently agreed, pulling her hood over her head before opening the handle to the passenger door and stepping out.

You and Sasha were entirely surprised by the fact that you both hadn’t somehow slipped when you were quickly running across the pavement towards the front entrance, but you weren’t complaining. You may have been entirely drenched in rain to the core, but at least you didn’t end up with something like a broken bone or twisted ankle.

Your body involuntarily released a shiver as you entered the diner, the swift ring of the bell above the door clashing against your ears. The cold air nipped at your skin, causing goosebumps to promptly rise underneath your fitted clothing, and the delicious fragrance of food wafted towards your nose after a moment’s worth of readjusting.

Sasha looked like she was on the verge of tears when a waitress walked past her with a cart filled entirely with freshly cooked food, and you had to tug on her hand extra hard in order to stop her from pouncing the cart. With the way she was eyeballing the plates of steak, you wouldn’t be surprised if she snatched it from the waitress and gobbled it down right then and there in front of everyone with no shame. (She’s done it before, so why not do it again?)

When you succeeded with steering her clear from the food (it honestly took a lot more effort than you expected), you both plopped into the nearest empty booth. The cold leather of the red seat made your body shake, and you pulled your jacket around you tighter in order to accommodate even the smallest fraction of heat.

Sasha groaned as she took her seat across from you, hoisting her elbow onto the table in order to hold her head up with the palm of her hand.

“You’ll get your food, don’t worry,” You chuckled as you watched her eye another young waitress pass by with a tray of three fresh burgers and french fries. Before the waitress strode away, she stopped by your table and handed you two shiny menus while balancing the heavy plate in her other hand.

“I’ll be back to take your orders in a few!” She chirped in an overly sweet and sing-song voice before flashing a bedazzling smile.

You and Sasha both thanked her and began scanning the menus after she went away.

You were just about to flip the menu to the other side before Sasha let out a massive groan that caused a few people to turn their heads your way. “There’s too much to choose from, Y/N! I don’t know what to do!” She slumped her shoulders while whining like a little child.

You furrowed your brows and looked up at her from the menu you held firmly in between your hands. “Didn’t you say you were craving a burger earlier?”

“Yeah, but that was so last minute!” Sasha huffed. “Now I don’t know whether I should get the grilled steak or… or the cheese omelet… or the lasagna… or the-”

“Just,” You interrupted her before she spiraled on with a thousand more options of the food that she wanted to eat, “go with your usual ━ a burger.” You thoroughly emphasized your use of the word burger with raised brows.

Sasha tossed the menu onto the table and ran both of her hands through her brown hair. “This is such a difficult decision for me to make, Y/N! I just- I can’t do it!”

What the hell is this girl on?

“We can stop by here tomorrow, and you can get whatever you didn’t get today if you want.” You offered. If you played your cards right, then you’d find a way to end up convincing Sasha somehow without having the need for her to perform her entire temper tantrum.

A smile arose on her face, a hint of her teeth evident as she withdrew her hands from her head. “Only if you pay.”

At this point, you were positively sure that the crease in between your brows was bound to become permanent and result in a dozen wrinkles.

“Whatever, fine,” You sighed. The only way she’d quit moping around and whining is if you agreed, and if she was happy once you did, then so were you. (Your wallet said otherwise though.)

Sasha threw herself across the table to pull you into a heartfelt hug, and you awkwardly patted her back in response. Physical affection wasn’t exactly your strong suit, but it would be rude if you pushed her away, so you just decided to bear with it for the time being.

She retracted her grip around you just in time for the waitress to come by and ask for your orders.

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“Damn! Whose car is that?” Sasha exclaimed as she basically pressed her nose against the passenger window when you drove past your house to get to her own.

“A McLaren?” Sasha’s mouth was set wide agape as she spoke in a shocked tone, her pointer finger set straight against the window. “You know how expensive that shit is?”

Your gaze from the road in front of you was retracted for only a second in order to see what she was talking about. And sure enough, as Sasha claimed, a sleek and polished black McLaren appeared to be parked in the center of your cracked driveway. The sun’s beams bounced off its exterior in a blinding reflection, adding to an even lavish and rich look that surrounded it. The car looked entirely out of place, especially since its cost was worth about the entire neighborhood street in total.

“And what’s it doing in your driveway?” Sasha continued to peer at the car with widened eyes, even when you drove well past it.

“Must be the family friend my mom said was gonna stop by,” You explained as you took a right on the street a few blocks down and lost sight of your house.

Sasha huffed as she threw her head back against the old headrest of the passenger seat when she couldn’t examine the expensive car anymore. “Huh. You think they have a son or daughter or something?”

“I hope so,” You replied as you rotated your steering wheel to pull into the parted driveway of Sasha’s red-bricked townhouse. “Maybe my mom can set me up with them.”

Sasha laughed and unbuckled her seat belt after you pulled the gear of the car to park. “Hook me up with one of them too while you’re at it, will you?”

“Sure, sure,” You replied with a humorous smile before bidding her farewell and reversing from her driveway in order to get back to your own place.

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To say you were nervous would be an entire understatement. You were, to put it in simple terms, terrified.

Judging by the high expense of their car, who knows how these people would act around you? Would they be the stereotypical rich snobs who spoke so rudely as if they had some stick lodged up their sumptuous asses? Would they judge you solely based on your appearance or attire?

But your mother informed you that they were a family friend, so that must mean they weren’t those types of people, right? Was it a possibility that they were actually decent and humble?

Either way, you were just about to find out because you were now barely a few feet away from your front door ━ heart thumping nervously inside of your chest while your hands fumbled with the house keys held in your clammy grip.

The cold wind that drifted by when you turned the key in its lock allowed your nerves to ease a bit, and you could feel your curiosity beginning to take its play in your system.

Questions like who were these people or what do they look like seemed to be the most recurring in your mind, and you couldn’t stop them from popping up so profusely. Your imagination was at its fullest extent at the moment, brainstorming about a million types of things regarding their potential looks and personalities, so attempting to put a stop to it wouldn’t end well.

When you entered your humble abode, you were immediately greeted with the delicious scent of your mother’s signature and homemade pasta. She rarely cooked it (only when you practically begged her to), so the fact that she made it today and for them meant that this was genuinely a serious occasion.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek while you fiddled with your fingers after you placed your keys on the side table, picking at the chipped nail polish that you had forgotten to remove. Your footsteps seemed heavy as you sauntered towards the kitchen, listening to the sound of the strangers’ voices as they spoke with your mother.

When you first entered the kitchen, you instantly took notice of the glass dining table whose four seats were all used up. Your mother sat in her usual spot which was the seat near the kitchen island, two people whose backs were facing towards you sat in the other two chairs across from her, and the one beside your mother was empty, almost as if someone had previously been seated there but had to leave out of the blue.

“Y/N! There you finally are, dear!” Your mother exclaimed with a bright smile as she noticed your presence hovering over near the arched entryway of the room. The right side of your body was leaned against the wall of the archway, and your foot was tapping softly against the ground in a repetitive pattern as you concluded in examining the sight in front of you.

Two other heads turned slowly your way, and you took the time to step closer inside of the room while your heart pattered loudly inside of your chest.

One of the people, which you had presumed to be the mother, looked awfully young and inhumanly beautiful. Her fair skin was without a single flaw or wrinkle, and her dark hair was tied back loosely in a low ponytail. Her large light eyes held an entire sense of warmth beneath them as she gave you an equally kind and heartfelt smile, and it caused your heart to swell.

Your eyes then trailed over to the girl seated elegantly next to her, which you guessed was her daughter.

If you thought the previous woman was beautiful, this one just topped it off to the literal max. Her skin was pale, flushed with a soft pink blush that spread across her cheeks, and her eyes were the color of a beautiful gray that sparkled with the light swaying above her head. Her hair was darker than her mother’s, and it was short and cut up to the back of her neck. There were long bangs tucked behind her ears, most likely to get out of the way from when she was eating her food, and her lips were, too, curved into a small grin.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” You finally spoke up after noticing the look your mother was sending you from behind them. “I’m Y/N.”

One of the women, the mother, hoisted herself up from her seat and walked towards you, pulling you into a tight hug with just a swift motion of her arms. “Oh, I haven’t seen you in so long! You’ve grown so much, sweetheart!”

You were a bit taken aback by her immediate closeness and physical affection, but you weren’t complaining much. Being hugged by such a stunning woman who looked like a literal goddess wasn’t much of a daily occurrence.

“I’m Carla, if you don’t remember.”

Her daughter rose from her seat and ambled towards her mother’s side, swaying with her feet lightly. A tiny sliver of a smile was plastered along her flushed face when her mother pulled back from the hug and took a step back to the side.

“I’m Mikasa. It’s nice to meet you.” She held her hand out for you to take, and you shook it gently. Her palm was a nice cold temperature, a great contrast to the sweaty hand you yourself had. You silently regretted not wiping your hand on your pants in order to get rid of the clamminess before shaking her own, but she didn’t really seem to mind it. After a few seconds, you slid your hand back to your side reluctantly.

“I apologize that my son wasn’t able to meet you. After listening to what your mother told us about you, I’m sure you would’ve liked him very much,” Carla said with a sweet smile as she took her seat at the dining table once more. You copied her action and walked over to your mother’s side, plopping into the seat that was now vacant beside her before you recollected what Carla had just said. Your mother spoke about you? Just what in the hell did she tell them?

“He was here just a while ago,” Carla continued on, thankfully not taking notice of your widened eyes, “but he had to leave unexpectedly.”

You cleared your throat. “Oh, well that’s unfortunate. Maybe I’ll meet him another time!” You hoped your response didn’t come out as overly fake and cheery because that wasn’t your intention in the absolute slightest. You were genuinely saddened by the fact that you didn’t get the chance to meet him because if his mother and sister looked like this, then you could only imagine just how gorgeous he must look. Screw hooking up one of them with Sasha, you’ll gladly keep both of them to yourself ━ maybe even Carla, too, if possible.

“How about you take Mikasa to your room, Y/N?” Your mother veered her attention towards you after taking a sip from her glass of wine, resulting in you being snapped from your daydreaming thoughts. “I’m sure she’s bored out of her mind with all of the old lady talk she’s had to endure for the past hour.”

Mikasa giggled sweetly to your mother’s joking statement, the sound an enchanting melody to your ears. The beautiful noise caused your heart to flutter, and your breathing grew heavier. Gosh, how perfect are these people?

You nodded while rising from your seat and Mikasa did the same, following swiftly behind you after you left the kitchen.

Your breaths grew sharp, and you could feel a sheen coating of sweat beginning to form across your forehead. There was no reason for you to be so nervous, but you just were.

Heat rose to your cheeks as you reluctantly slid open your bedroom door, taking in the sight of your room’s messy interior after it opened to its fullest extent. Random clothing of all types lay sprawled against the floor in soaring, sky-rocketing piles; ripped notebook paper sat crumbled all over your pen-filled desk; even your mirror had a few fingerprints along the edges from when you were examining your face up close the night prior.

Out of every day that you had forgotten to tidy up, to at least clean up the tiniest piece or corner, it just had to be this particular one ━ when an insanely pretty and astronomically loaded girl stood just inches behind you with an expressionless look on her face.

Obviously, you knew that they would be stopping by (that a family friend who you assumed was middle class would be stopping by), but you didn’t expect that you were actually going to have to welcome someone into your own personal safe haven. Had you have known, then maybe you would have actually applied effort into dejunking the dirty space.

“You have a nice room,” Mikasa commented softly as her eyes trailed across every inch and crevice of your disaster-filled bedroom when she entered after you. You couldn’t exactly pick apart whether she spoke the truth or not, or if she was just trying to sound polite, but you weren’t going to bother thinking too much into it.

“Oh, this?” You motioned your head to your room, scrunching your nose up slightly in disgust. “It’s messy as hell, and I’d hardly call it nice, but thank you. It’s been this way ever since seventh grade. Haven’t had much time or patience to redecorate it.”

“Keep it this way,” she replied instantly as she took a seat on your bed, her hand smoothing out the plain and fuzzy blanket beside her. (Thank God you had somehow found time to at least fix your bed sheets this morning). “It’s nostalgic, reminds me of my childhood.”

“Guess you could put it that way,” You said while holding up a hideous rainbow unicorn plushie that had trended several years ago with a soft laugh. Mikasa giggled in return, just as you had hoped.

“So, uh, where are you from?” You attempted to make conversation in order to release the swarming air of the thick and awkward tension starting to loom. You pulled your beanbag chair from the corner of your bedroom towards the center and plopped onto it. “I’ve never seen you in this town before.”

“I live downtown just about a few hours away from here,” she began to explain as she got herself comfortable on your bed, pulling her feet up towards her lap in a criss-cross seated position, “but we move around a lot because of my mom’s job, so we never stay in one place for too long.”

“Ah,” You nodded and tore your gaze away from her so that she wouldn’t think you were staring for so long. “That must be hard.”

“Yeah,” She fiddled with her fingers. “The only upside to it is the fact that I get to visit a lot of new places, but that’s it for the most part. Having to readjust to each new environment only to end up moving again is definitely not worth it.”

“I understand,” You responded empathetically. Even though you didn't relate to her situation whatsoever since you’ve never moved towns or houses in your life, the least you could do was show some genuine understanding and not just false pity. It’s what you would have wanted if you were in her position, and you assumed she did the same. “Hopefully, you end up finding a permanent place to stay someday.”

“I hope so, too, but I highly doubt it.” She struck a nervous laugh and eyed the gray carpet below her as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

“Well,” You drawled out the sound of the word. “Are you enjoying this gloomy place so far?” You decided to enlighten the atmosphere by partially switching the subject. “Aside from the nasty bugs, rodents, and unexpected weather, does it live up to your expectations?”

“It’s not bad.” She appreciated your effort and smiled a bright grin that revealed her set of pearly white teeth. “I’ve seen better, though,” she added with a soft laugh after speaking her version of the truth.

“Ouch, that’s offensive to Shiganshina!” You replied sarcastically with a hand over your heart as if her comment had offended you. “But you shouldn’t go judging yet. I have a few places in mind that’d make you fall in love with this crummy town instantly.”

“Sounds like I’ll be the judge of that,” she added on while turning her focus to you with an even wider grin that caused your heart to skip a bit. “Just give me a place, time, and date, and I’ll be there.”

“Looks like I’ll need to have your number in order to do that first.” You held your phone out towards her with a flirty smirk spreading on your lips.

“Hm, straight to the point, are we? But,” she began as she took the phone from your grip, playing along with your flirting. “I wouldn’t mind giving my number to a pretty girl like you.”

Oh. My. Goodness.

You swear your heart just skipped a literal beat. You hadn’t expected that sentence to come out from her now of all times, but you weren’t regretting anything you did or said that led up to it.

Mikasa created a profile for herself in your contacts and handed you your phone back, your fingers brushing against each other as she did so.

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You don’t know for how long the both of you ended up conversing with one another, but it must have been very long considering the dark of the night had already crept way past in the sky. The moon wasn’t concealed by the gloomy clouds for once, and it allowed for its silvery glows to transmit through the thin fabric of your closed curtains, mixing in with the warm color of your ceiling lights.

“It’s nice to see that the two of you are getting along.” Your mother’s voice was heard from the doorway while Carla stood right beside her, watching you and Mikasa giggling like giddy schoolgirls over some bad joke the other had brought up.

Beaming smiles were laid on your lips as you died down your laughter and muted the blaring music from your speaker in order to hear them properly.

“Reminds me of us when we were kids,” Carla added on to your mother’s previous statement, reminiscing about the past. “Anyways, it’s time to head out, sweetheart.” Her lips formed into a tight line after she chugged down the remainder of the wine in her glass.

“Looks like I’ll be the one driving home tonight,” Mikasa replied in a low mutter that only you could hear because your mother and Carla began speaking to each other once again. She emitted a loud sigh, “Hope she doesn’t puke all over the seats again.”

“Good luck with that,” You laughed and followed Mikasa as she stood up and began to walk towards the entrance of your home where the both of your parents had just arrived.

“Thanks,” she laughed. “And I’ll be waiting to hear from you about your ‘special places’,” Mikasa smirked after pulling on her shoes, which looked to be an upscale brand you had never heard of, and her simple Chanel jacket.

“Oh, definitely. It’ll be sooner than you know,” You winked.

Mikasa grinned and you bid farewell to her and her mother, waiting by the open front door of your house until they pulled out from your driveway in their expensive car and disappeared into the dark of the night.

“She’s a nice girl, isn’t she?” Your mother asked as she locked up the door, concealing your view of the outside. “It’s too bad you weren’t able to meet her brother, too. You’d have liked him just as much. Nice boy, he is.”

“Well, it’s not the end of the world, Mom. Mikasa and I exchanged numbers so we’ll definitely hang out soon again, and I’ll probably meet her brother then.”

“That’s good.” She gave your shoulder a soft pat, “It really is nice to see you getting along with her. Really warms my heart.” Her lips rose into a grateful, flashing smile before she turned down the hall and sauntered towards the kitchen, most likely to clean the dishes from the dinner earlier.

You stood by the entryway, shuffling your feet in front of you subconsciously for a few more moments before, at last, deciding to get ready for your long-awaited slumber time.

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“Back again, stranger?”

The familiar and insanely captivating voice of the boy who you had briefly met last night was distinguishable as your arms were balanced on the wooden railing of the Sina Bridge.

“I should be asking you that.” Was your immediate, witty reply as you rotated your head in his direction in order to examine him.

His large hands were deeply obscured inside of his gray sweat pockets as he walked towards you, a smug grin embedded on his chiseled face. A few loose strands of brown hair from his low, messy bun fell against his forehead, veiling his jade eyes from your view for only a moment before he retracted his hand to wipe it clear from his line of sight. The moonlight contrasted with his flawless skin, creating a natural glow that surrounded him instantaneously.

“Wearing my jacket, huh?” He commented in a humorous manner after nearing you, eyeing you up and down through his emerald green eyes, glinting with a sense of undeniable mischief.

You opened your mouth to protest, but he pointed his finger down towards your chest as if to point out the plain obvious, so you looked down to see if he was somehow joking. But he wasn’t, much to your dismay, because wrapped around your shivering torso was the exact jacket he had given you yesterday.

“Shit,” You cursed under your breath before looking back up at him. “I didn’t even notice.”

You brought your hand towards the hanging zipper and began to pull it down before he stopped you, placing a hand over yours.

“Keep it,” he zipped the jacket back up for you, withdrawing his hand back to his side after a painfully long second that seemed to have lasted an eternity. The warmth of his touch faded, and a part of yourself wished that he would’ve left his hand where it had previously been ━ so closely on top of your own.

“Looks better on you, anyway.” He gives you an up-and-down look before facing back towards the bridge, leaning his hands against the railing while a smile slowly creeps upon his lips.

Your mouth was set wide agape, unable to form so much as a proper response or comeback. You hated to admit it, but he left you quite out of breath, to put it in simple terms.

He shifted his neck a bit to face you again, eyes traveling across your face in pure amusement. “Cat got your tongue, love?” A sharp, white canine tooth was revealed from his mouth when he presented a lopsided and devious smirk.

You closed your mouth for a moment and then opened it again, still fully lacking the ability to retort with one of your usual droll comebacks. Such a simple action as he had done, literally zipping up your jacket ━ his jacket that you were wearing ━ for you, had left you entirely dumbfounded in a way you’ve never felt before.

And he knew exactly what he was doing to you, what he was causing you to feel; it was easily identifiable in the way through which he wore that smug grin on his face as if it were some golden trophy worth showcasing to the world. He knew what he had done, and he wasn’t regretting it in the least bit.

He glanced down at your lips before turning away, emitting a low, vibrating chuckle. “Might want to close that pretty mouth of yours before you choke on one of these mosquitoes.”

You shook your head, snapping yourself from your awestricken expression, and sighed before redirecting your attention back towards the river gushing water beneath the bridge.

“...What are you doing out here again?” You queried as you subconsciously picked at a piece of stray wood on the railing. Standing so close to his mesmerizing presence was leaving you feeling faint, as dramatic as it sounded, and you were entirely surprised by the fact that you had the capability and strength in you to ask the question.

“I should be asking you that,” he mocked with a glorious smirk, taking his time to look at you for a second.

“Very funny,” You responded with a hint of annoyance as you felt his eyes on you from your peripheral vision. You could feel your heart quickening its beats. “Now spill.”

He laughed, “Just came out here for some peace. Need to relax every once in a while, you know?”

“Yeah,” You breathed softly, overthinking your slight pushiness as to the answer of why he was here.

“Now what about you?” He faced you as he fixed his stance and position. “Spill.”

You rolled your eyes and focused on the ground below you rather than holding his piercing eye contact. “Same as you, I suppose. I come out here nearly every night when my insomnia starts acting up again... but you already know that from yesterday, ‘cause I told you...”

He only hummed in response, not prying along any further than was necessary and not really minding your rambling at all.

All that was heard for the next few seconds was the melodic chirps of crickets as they swarmed the surrounding grass and trees, and the buzz of flies and moths as they flew past your ears towards their destination of the lamp post standing tall just a few feet away.

The stranger was the first to break the silence. “Wanna go do something? Go out somewhere? To ease your mind?” His eyes lit up with excitement, and the expression he wore made him seem several years younger ━ it was adorable, you had to admit.

“Go out with a stranger?” The upper part of your face rose with amusement. “It’s 2 in the morning, and besides, I don’t even know your name, you dipshit.”

“My apologies, m’lady.” He pushed his arms off the railing and bowed in front of you as those handsome princes did in the movies you’d used to watch as a child.

You furrowed your brows in utter confusion while you eyed him up and down. “What the fuck are you doing?”

He took your hand gently and brought it up to his lips, but not before allowing for a laugh to escape him as he was entirely entertained by your complete bewilderment. “May I?”

You toss your gaze away for a second out of relative embarrassment, refusing to glance at him as he looked up at you through those beautiful eyes of his. “Uh… sure, I guess.”

He placed a diminutive kiss onto the front of your hand, the warmth of his lips radiating onto the coldness of your skin. “My name is Eren.”

You could only stare at him, completely entranced by his surreal beauty.

Eren.

The name really fits him, now that you think about it, but it’s honestly not quite what you were expecting.

“...And you would be?” He prompted while raising his brows almost impatiently, awaiting your introduction.

“Uhm…” You blinked twice as you recollected your thoughts and tried not to have them disperse off topic again.

Should you tell him your real name? It’s not like he could do anything with just knowing your first name, right? You weren’t giving him your last name or anything of such sort, so there wasn’t much to worry about; he couldn’t use it against you in any way (or at least you hoped).

Whatever. Fuck it, honestly.

“I’m Y/N.” Thankfully your words hadn’t come out as either sloppy or shaky, but rather normal for a change.

“Y/N…” He repeated your name in a low whisper as if to memorize and engrave it into his mind for the future, but not before his face lit up with recognition, almost as if he had heard the name from somewhere before. “Sure fits for a pretty girl like you.”

He released your hand and relinquished a smile brighter than the literal sun itself. “Now do I have the honor of taking you someplace?”

You shouldn’t. You knew deep in the back of your scattered and partially logical mind that it would be an especially idiotic move and that you should thoroughly heighten your precautions around him. Who cares if you knew his name? You didn’t know what he was planning or where he would take you if you agreed, and you didn’t want to find out. Maybe if you were closer to him, then would you accept his request, but now is not the time for possible what-ifs.

“...I shouldn’t,” You pursed your lips as you broke eye contact. There would be no undo button when you made your final choice, so you decided to stick with the safer option ━ better to be safe than sorry, after all.

“Hm?” He raised his brows in either astonishment or amusement, you couldn’t really tell. You weren’t able to pick apart what it was exactly, but you assumed it to be the latter. “Why not?”

“Maybe another time, Eren. Uhm,” You scratched the top of your head with your pointer finger as you looked away awkwardly again. “Gotta be back home before my mom starts panicking.” You emitted a nervous chuckle while backing away the same way you have done the other night.

By the look secured on his pretty face, you knew he didn’t buy it at all. You were hoping that he would have believed you, but your acting skills weren’t always the best, so it wasn’t much of a shock anyway.

“Well,” he began to speak after emitting a loud sigh, tucking his hands back into the empty pockets of his sweatpants in defeat. “Maybe another time then… stranger?”

You gave him a small nod while laughing, “Maybe another time... Eren.” You threw your fingers into a salute and disappeared through the evergreen trees of the surrounding forest, but not before taking notice of the small smile that had sprouted on his face.

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The Night We Met, Eren Jaeger

Chapter One, Stranger

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Chapter Summary: Meeting a handsome stranger at your usual to-go spot when you were having yet another restless night had most certainly not been on your agenda for the day. 

Warnings: Occasional swearing

━ Word Count: 4k

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The mixture of the chirps of awakened crickets and buzz of passing mosquitos scouting for blood was conspicuously audible from where you stood ━ arms rested against the worn-down railing of the wooden bridge in your small and otherwise dull town of Shiganshina.

The moon, held at its utmost highest peak, glistened vividly from the dark and lucid sky above you, encompassing the entirety of the surrounding environment with its silvery glows of luminosity. Light wind rippled the water underneath the wood holding you up, swaying it from side to side in gentle and smooth motions that brought upon a feeling of serenity in its wake.

Most would believe that standing in the center of a bridge when the time was just barely at the brink of 2 am would be easily denotable as... weird. But you thought the entire opposite.

It was the only time of your day where you had the competency to become one with your thoughts and in a well-enough state of utter calm that didn't require any immediate obligations, quandaries, or stressful responsibilities. All in all, it was tranquil for once, and you basked in its occasional presence entirely.

You swatted away a mosquito or small fly every once in a while when it flew too close to your personal space and liking, but even though there was always a swarm of random, pesky bugs that would constantly make their way towards you every ten minutes, you didn't seem to mind it much ━ if it meant that you would be able to stand alone with no problems surrounding your life for even just a few minutes, then you would gladly take it with widened arms without a doubt. A tiny bug seemed like the least of your worries, after all, and it’s not like it could cause you any life-threatening harm or damage (minus an itchy bug bite or two).

Your ears perked up every once in a while when you heard the rustle of leaves in the vicinity of the forest encompassing the environment around you. It was tricky to depict the proximate location of the sound since everywhere you looked there were trees of all kinds of species and heights, but you easily figured it to be just some kind of animal ━ maybe a rabbit, deer, or even a bear or wolf if your luck was at its worst. Coming across any one of those list of animals wasn’t entirely rare in Shiganshina; in fact, it was entirely expected, as both the climate and territory were perfect habitats for such woodland creatures.

So when you heard shuffling in the eastern direction of where you stood, you just assumed it was some typical animal trampling across the land scavenging for food or shelter. If anything, you could just run off into the distance before it attacks you in any way ━ you’ve done it before, and you’d do it again if need be.

Now imagine the fright you felt when you heard a random voice ask in between the silence, voice steady and resonant, "What's a pretty girl like you doing out here at this time of night?"

Goosebumps prickled against the exposed skin of your bare arms immediately after the deep voice, one which you had never heard before in your whole life, spoke from the space adjacent to you. You could almost surely swear that you had felt your heart stop beating in your chest out of the pure terror you were experiencing because of it. Your breathing grew heavier as if you were struggling for air, and your nerves were just at the tip of their breaking point.

With your heart still hammering inside of you at a vicious and uncoordinated pace, you attempted to relax the muscles tensing in the upper part of your body, and you rotated your head just imperceptibly to the side to see who the source of sound had emanated from. "Now why would I tell you that?" The tone of your reply was endeavoring to convey a somewhat humorous and intimidating tone, but it only ended up coming out as shaky and nervous.

The ends of the stranger's lips shifted marginally upwards into a soft smile, and in addition to the raise of his mouth, his eyebrows followed soon after ━ rising only a tad more than from their prior position as if amused by your response. His eyes, which were shaded a deep emerald green with all kinds of a variety of similar tints swiveled together into one mix, traveled across the expanse of your face for a second longer than necessary, and it only made you grow slightly embarrassed. The loose strands of hair that had fallen from his low and messy bun flew when the wind whipped gently and occasionally, adding to the captivating and angelic aura environing him.

With his hands placed deep inside the pockets of the black zip-up jacket he wore snug against his body, he shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manner. "'Was just wondering, doll. It's not often you see such a lovely face out here." He redirected his attention and gaze to the encircling forest when he spoke the last portion of his statement before returning back to you with a piercing stare.

He's been out here before? Then why had you never seen him?

A scorching heat rushed throughout the entirety of your body after his ━ compliment? ━, and you shifted your head away from him to hide your expression.

"Well, what are you doing out here at this time of night?" You didn't slip your focus back to face him, but you asked him the same question he had asked you just seconds before in the hopes of switching the topic from you to this random stranger instead. You weren't aware of his motives, whether he even had any, so you were being thoroughly precautious around sharing information that could potentially threaten your life in any way possible.

Planning on kidnapping your next victim for the night? The intrusive thought had immediately rushed inside of your mind, and even though you cringed when it popped up, it was something you couldn't deny. You apprehended nothing in the literal slightest about this guy, and for all you knew, he could be an ax murderer in the disguise of a teenage boy.

"And now why would I tell you that?" He shot back with the exact same rebuke you had responded with earlier when he asked you an identical inquisition, and it only caused you to shake your head and snort in reply. You deserved it, in all honesty, but was this all part of his tactic to lure you in? To come off as a sweet and funny guy, only then to knock you in the head with something to have you pass out and at his complete mercy? What if him speaking to you was all part of a deliberate distraction, and there was somebody approaching closer to you from behind?

An awkward silence overtook the atmosphere, and the tension looming in the circumambient air was growing far too unbearable for your liking ━ no matter the fact that your suspicions were starting to grow immensely with each ticking second. Maybe you were overexaggerating it all just a bit, but who really knew?

"Be-..." You paused and thought upon a way to word your next words properly without opening up too much and pouring your heart out. Overloading the knowledge of your personal problems to this entire stranger didn't seem like the best idea, especially since you knew nothing of him or his intentions, but you had to find some way to break this inopportune stillness if he wasn't going to be the one to do it first. It didn't seem like he was planning on leaving anytime soon either, so at one point somebody would have had to say something anyway. "Being out here just helps me think... And I have insomnia too, so, guess it works, right?"

"You and me both." Was his reply after you noticed that he propped the lower part of his arms against the railing through your peripheral vision. He made sure to keep a decent portion of space between your two bodies, and your previous thoughts of him possibly being a kidnapper were slowly beginning to seep away. He would have done something by now, wouldn't he? If he had some kind of plan in mind, he would’ve pulled it already, right?

"...You live 'round here?"

Never mind that. He was definitely trying to kidnap you.

"What's it to you?" The previous nonchalance held in your voice was now entirely dispersed and instead replaced with a hint of venom, leaking hostility at the very tips and ends. You applied no effort at trying to conceal it at all; you stood by your motto ━ best to intimidate rather than be intimidated.

He let out a low and humorous chuckle that caused his chest to vibrate gently when emitted, easily identifying the way your words had come out as. "I'm not planning on kidnapping you if that's what you're thinking, love."

Exactly what a kidnapper would say.

Your eyes narrowed a tad in response, and though every burning fiber inside of your body didn't want you to, you turned your head back to the right to perceive him. You were half expecting him to be about to bash your head in with a metal bat or something of such sort, but he only remained in the same spot without even the slightest of movement. "Sure seems like you are."

"Just trying to make conversation, stranger. No need to think of me so horribly... but precautions are precautions, right?" His face held an entire sense of amusement and hilarity, and every thought blaring inside of your head was screaming for you to turn around and run away in the opposite direction as fast as you could and not look back...

But you didn't.

You stood frozen in place with no movement whatsoever, no matter the strong urge surging across your body that was fighting its way to somehow trigger something in your head to follow it.

Was it because of fear? Maybe.

You didn't know the exact particular reason, but there was just something inside of your subconscious telling you to stay, even if just for a moment longer.

Sure, it was an immensely idiotic move that only the people in horror movies deliberately pull, and by doing it you were fully contradicting everything, but no matter how much you tried to deny it, you wanted to stay.

Reluctance was grasping onto some part of yourself and tugging the strings in your brain in a relentless game of tug of war, thrashing and pulling to win. But in the inevitable end, curiosity had won the match and gotten the better of you as it always did. Reluctance had lost with yet another defeat added to its list, and curiosity cherished its triumphant win by beginning to hopelessly and needlessly brainstorm thousands of potential scenarios and reasons.

You couldn't help but think, what was he doing here? Not many people knew of this sacred spot that you had accidentally stumbled upon on one particular day back in time when you were way younger than now, so him appearing quite literally out of the blue did leave you entirely shocked. And the fact that you've never seen even a glimpse of his face in this small town you live in wasn't helping in the absolute slightest. Only pure locals were aware of this worn-down bridge; but even then, not all of them were informed of its existence or whereabouts.

So had he been stalking you?

Yeah, there was no way anybody would stalk you out of all the people in the world, but it's a possible reason, right? You couldn't dismiss it, no matter how false and unlikely it appeared to seem in actuality.

Maybe he just came across the bridge just as you had done all those years ago?

He said (more likely inferred, since he only agreed to your statement) that he also experienced insomnia. But had that been just another lie in the means of relating to you in some way or the other? Was this a part of his method to appear relatable in the means of making you believe he was a decent person and not some psycho murderer?

Only whatever Gods lived out there knew the answer to the questions you wanted so badly to figure out for yourself, and you could only pray to hope for the answer to appear in front of you.

A cold breeze drifted past you both briskly, tickling the skin of your body that wasn't covered beneath clothing fabric, and it caused you to involuntarily let out a shiver. Out of every night in possible existence that you had forgotten to bring your jacket, it just had to be this particular one. You cursed yourself for forgetting, but no matter the profanities you shouted inside your mind, it wouldn't transmute the reality of the present.

You hadn't noticed the stranger's movement beside you until you heard the noise of the zipper unzipping and felt the small weight of the jacket as he placed it gently against your shivering shoulders.

You set your eyes towards his face in an instant while your brows furrowed in confusion, eyeing between him and the jacket you now wore loosely against your body. "How do I know you didn't lace some kind of drug or something into this?"

The look on his face resembled complete and utter puzzlement, but the edges of his lips eventually curved higher into a slight smile. "Now you're just being too paranoid, stranger... And a simple thank you would suffice, you know." He added once he retracted his hands from your shoulders back towards the sides of his body, the previous warmth now gone.

"Precautious is the right word, stranger," You reminded him by simply stating what he had previously spoken in a slight mock. "And besides, it’s not like I asked you to do this.”

You were fully aware that you were acting like a total and complete inconsiderate bitch, but it’s better to be safe than sorry, right? Who knew what he was up to, whether he even had some plan in mind.

"Well maybe if you hadn't been shaking like a damn skeleton, then I'd have reconsidered my decision. But you know, now that you word it that way, I honestly should've just let you freeze to death out here." That humorous and insanely captivating smirk was back on his face yet again, stretching even wider than before, and you only stifled a giggle in response before having to clear your throat.

"Thank you, I guess." You shifted your body just slightly back in the direction of the railing of the bridge that faced the shallow river, fixating your gaze on the rocks that were illuminated by the glows of light transmitted from the celestial moon. Oh to be a rock that was nescient to all problems facing life and the world.

"You guess?" He raised his brows in amusement and crossed his now bare arms across his torso, withdrawing you from your previous hopeless thoughts.

"Thank you." You replied once again, attempting at conveying a grateful tone while throwing him a small glance with your E/C eyes. No matter the blaring red flags or the fact of how strangely creepy and sketchy this entire situation had grown to become in the span of a few minutes, the least you could do was show some gratitude for his kind act of service ━ whether it was part of some kind of plan he was forming or not.

You noticed the appreciative grin that had arisen on his face, brightened by the glows of the moonlight's beams, milliseconds before you turned away. It was insanely cliché now that you thought upon it, but he looked crazy gorgeous as he stood there basking in the moon's glamorous and silky light almost as if he were a work of magnificent art himself.

Was this all just a hallucination at this point? Because it really seemed like it was. Nobody should have the right to look this pretty without even needing to try at all.

He retracted his stare from the side of your face after a painfully long moment's worth of time, almost as if he was attempting to decipher what was going through your head, and it caused your heart to skip a beat. You hoped your side profile looked decently pleasing to his eye, especially since he was examining you so closely and thoroughly as a doctor does to their patient, which meant that he must’ve picked apart nearly every physical feature of your face whether largely prominent or not.

"You come out here often?" The question had flown past his lips after a while, and he paused for a split second before realizing. "... Never mind, you probably won't want to answer that either."

"Sometimes."

You didn't miss the way his eyes widened only a slight bit when you actually responded. He assumed you wouldn't want to tell him information regarding such things as what the question was asking. You were acting incredibly cautious when he was questioning you before, so your answer wasn’t exactly what he expected.

"It may be at the brink of splitting apart any moment, but it's a place of solace for me... Always has been, and always will be." You shocked yourself by how openly you had responded, especially since you were normally a reserved person who rarely shared their thoughts or anything about themself to anyone, much less a complete stranger.

You were starting to regret saying anything when he didn't respond, but as you looked at him and noticed the way he was watching you with such genuine curiosity and concentration in his green eyes, call it cliche if you want, but it made you, in a way, trust him.

He wasn't judging you like one of your old friends had done when you told them about the exact thing you spilled to him ━ in fact, he didn't even say anything at all, and you didn't know whether he was silently criticizing or laughing at you in his mind.

Even though there was a decent hint of interest apparent on his face, for the most part, the expression he wore was relatively blank ━ somewhat stoic and unmoving, and you didn't really know what to think of it, in all honesty. You were never the best at reading emotions unless they were directly projected and easily distinguishable, so playing this guessing game in your mind of what could he possibly be thinking wouldn’t be beneficial in the slightest. It’d only bring upon a headache in the end.

The encircling silence that swarmed the area was growing immensely with each passing second. The wind's gusts were hurling at a marginally faster pace than before, but the weather, overall, was still as adequate as it gets in Shiganshina.

Though the sky was dark with the night’s rich blue hue, you could still distinguish the huddle of clouds beginning to form beside each other, indicating an upcoming storm that hadn’t been forecasted on the prior evening news. If you predicted correctly, then it would only be a few minutes before a light drizzle of rain would set out towards the ground and contaminate you with its liquid. Neither getting drenched or sick were things listed on your agenda, so you knew you had to leave soon.

"...Uh, it's getting late." You rubbed the palm of your hand against the back of your neck while simultaneously looking away in an overly awkward way. You'd lost track of time as per usual, and you wanted to get back home before the storm began. "I should, uhm, head back now." You started to slowly take a few steps backward while you spoke about your upcoming departure.

The stranger took his gape off from the river towards you, who was now halfway towards the trail still facing him. There was an awkward smile embedded on your lips as you took each step, and your hair was only slightly messed up from the wind.

"Can I get your name at least?" He raised his voice higher than normal so that you could apprehend it from the distance you stood away from him.

"Mm, maybe next time, stranger!" A hint of playfulness was prominent in your high-pitched response as you called out to him, your voice bouncing against the surrounding forest before the tall evergreen trees obscured yourself from his view entirely.

A wave of emotions began flooding throughout every inch and crevice of your body in an instant as you prodded along the gravel trail ━ both contentment and nervousness being the most notable and reoccurring. The soles of your shoes bounced against the ground with each step you carefully took, the rocks crunching beneath your feet, and you couldn’t prevent the smile from forming its way onto your face.

The mystic moonlight lit the path you made your way down on ━ all giddy and happy as if you were the main character of some sappy and old romance movie of an era. You always thought that this kind of stuff only appeared to happen in your ideal fantasy land that you constantly daydreamed about nearly 24/7, and it was still taking a lot of your thought and energy to fully comprehend what had even just occurred. The fact that it happened to you was making it even more arduous to believe, even if it was entirely what you had always wished for.

A light drizzle of rain fell downwards from the semi-cloudy sky, just as you had predicted earlier, and you subconsciously brought your hand behind your head to check if you magically had some type of a hood ━ and to your luck, you did. But only when you were halfway across pulling the hood over your slightly wet hair had you realized that this wasn’t even your jacket ━ it was the guy’s from before. You had no idea how you even forgot about the fact that he had given it to you, most likely because you were too preoccupied with your thoughts that were focused on a whole different thing (like how pretty he looked standing there or how nervous you were growing to feel near his presence).

But alas, even if you wanted to, it was already too late to return his clothing because you were far too gone from the bridge to turn around, and who knows if he was even standing there anymore. And besides, if you had this hooded jacket with you at the moment, why not just use it? It was bound to get wet from the rain one way or the other anyway.

As you continued down on the path towards your house, you began to hope to see him somewhere around the town ━ not only so that you could get the chance to return his property back to him, but also because his face just so happens to be an incredible sight for sore eyes, one you’d pay millions to see for the first time again.

It seemed like he was a new addition to the place, or maybe he was just visiting some family ━ either way, it meant you’d see him at least once since this town was crazy small, and word was bound to spread at some point, especially if the guy looked like a famous model sculpted by the literal Gods themselves. Just why did he have to look so damn good without even trying?

It was simple and safe to say, even if solely embarrassing, that the stranger happened to be entirely engraved into your mind for the remainder of the night without even a second of a break.

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The Night We Met, Eren Jaeger

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Summary: Just who would have ever figured that the random guy you met during one of your late night visits at the Sina Bridge would turn out to become the only other place (or rather person) who you sought both comfort and solace from.

Content Warning: Modern!AU, fem!reader & fem!bodied, fluff, profanity (will add more as needed once the series progresses)

Chapter One, Stranger

Meeting a handsome stranger at your usual to-go spot when you were having yet another restless night had most certainly not been on your agenda for the day.

Chapter Two, Family Friend

After meeting the family friend your mother informed you about earlier in the day, you end up gaining a new acquaintance. And during later that night, your relationship with the stranger begins to progress, even if just barely.

(More will be added as the series continues)

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Immoral, Eren Jaeger

Pairing: Stepbro!Eren x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sleeping with your step-brother while your parents are just barely a few rooms away is entirely immoral, isn't it? But then why does it feel so incredibly good?

Warnings: stepcest, smut, fem!bodied reader

━ Word Count: 0.9k

It went to the point where the lingering and abiding glances and occasional, 'innocent' brushes of his hand against yours didn't just mean nothing. Or the way he always sat in your near proximity during family dinnertime, 'mindlessly' rubbing the side of his thigh against yours underneath the wooden table as well as trailing his hand along the length of your upper leg, painfully close to the most intimate part of you, almost as if he was teasing you in the hopes of receiving some form of a reaction.

Perhaps you were over your head and thinking too excessively, inundated by what you thought was starting to creep into reality, but it was no mere coincidence, was it? He was doing this on purpose as if attempting to convey an oh so wrong message and hoping that you would pick up on it.

That had to be it. There was no other probable explanation other than that, right? Because these weren't just innocent little actions; there was an entirely different meaning behind them ━ one he was expecting you would conclude after some time. And as much as you hated to admit it, you couldn't deny his advancements in the slightest.

This was... sinful to believe, sinful to merely think about. He was your brother for God's sake ━ stepbrother, you should more properly say. You weren't related by blood in any way, but that didn't mean it makes it any better. It still felt so incredibly wrong...

So then why in the literal world were you here? Contradicting every thought and statement you had previously spoken as you bounce up and down on his thick cock while your parents were just doors away from your locked room, tucked into their beds while they slept soundlessly, completely unaware and fully oblivious to what was transpiring just several yards away from them.

You shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't have even debated with yourself about doing it, and you sure as hell shouldn't have ever ultimately given in to it. Each and every one of the regretful thoughts blared in your head like a flashing warning, but with every bounce, every motion, and every thrust, they soon began to hopelessly dissipate until all that was left was nothing.

Iniquitous and sinful were just two simple words, yet they both had the competency to describe the entirety of the scenario, and you knew in the back of your mind just how wrong and unholy it was. But the pleasure you were experiencing like never before at the moment overlooked every possible immoral reason about this situation you unintentionally set yourself into it.

It all felt so good ━ his touch, his taste, his scent.

He felt so good, like an intoxicating and illicit drug you could never make sense of or get enough of. He knew the exact effect he was having on and always had on you since the first moment you were introduced to one another, and he completely and starkly relished in its totality. He, too, knew that this was unacceptable and unright, just as much as you did, but that didn't denote that he wasn't enjoying it a bit too much than he should have.

A soft yet gruff moan eluded past his throat while he gripped the supple flesh of your hips with his calloused hands, guiding your body up and down on his dick with harsher movements which resulted in the string of moans that were previously trapped in your throat to determinately glide at liberty. You managed, with all of the little vigor residing in you, to keep them mute and quiet, but they were still audible to anyone with ears and proper hearing.

"Keep it down," Eren roughly spoke from beneath you in a strict tone that was mixed with a sense of authority masked underneath. His jade eyes were transfixed on the lower part of your body for only a second before traveling back up towards your face ━ which was contorted in expressions resembling arousal and pleasure.

The second when you two made eye contact, you adverted your gaze away instantly. You could feel his perforating stare glaring into the side of your head as you looked away towards the upper corner of the bedroom ceiling, pretending to be entirely unaware of his eyes. But he knew better.

You couldn't stand to look at even just a sliver of him, no matter how beautiful he appeared to be, because what you were doing was purely repugnant. It was immoral, wicked, and it was so wrong. So just why, oh why, had you accepted so easily with no apparent regrets? The culpability was going to seep throughout the entirety of your soul when this was all over, and you couldn't bear to even contemplate it.

A part of you was perpetually wishing and hopelessly pleading for there to be an undo button so that you could stop this, to prohibit it all from happening since the beginning moment. But another part of yourself, no matter how much you strived to dismiss it, was almost, in a way,... glad.

Glad that you were the one riding his dick. Glad that you were the one with his lips previously relentlessly against yours. Glad that he initiated whatever this was between the two of you. Glad that you were his and only his, no matter how immoral it was in actuality.

What would your friends think if they inadvertently unearthed information regarding this whole situation? What would your damn parents believe? This wasn't normal or typical behavior in the literal slightest, and you were both thoroughly cognizant of that. Sleeping with a sibling, even if unrelated to one another, was not usual whatsoever.

So then why, if this incredibly sinful, was it so utterly pleasurable in every way humanly possible?

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Serendipity, Armin Arlert

Chapter Two, Back Once Again

Pairing: Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader

Summary: Back again at the library for the second day in a row, your thoughts are hopelessly and uncontrollably swirling around in your head as you take the time to formulate a plan as to what way you’ll interact with Angel Boy.

Warnings: Swearing

━ Word Count: 3.7k

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After you received the offer of attending a study session with Historia and Ymir today, you had first wanted to decline it with no hesitance. The weather was exceptionally lovely, and you planned on visiting that new café in town by yourself since Ymir apparently "wasn't available" because she had plans with Historia (the so-called 'plans' being studying). But when the image of the blonde-headed boy from yesterday sprung in your mind, your thoughts and choices immediately scattered in the opposite direction as if they weren't even previously there.

Sure, you were barging in on their potential "study date", but it's not like you'd even pay attention to them or the studying portion anyway. They'd be stuck in their little world (flirting with each other like middle-schoolers using the world's worst pickup lines and corny jokes), and you'd be in your own (trying to find that literal angel and striving to possibly end up getting his number before you leave for the day).

Well, let's be strictly honest here. When it finally comes down to the moment you'd be wishing and fantasizing about for the past day, all your confidence would fall down the drain in an instant, and you'd stand there looking like an idiot who was at a loss for words. You'd probably (most likely) end up shitting your pants trying to get his number, let alone even speak to him. So in conclusion, unfortunately, you'd have to scratch that off your list of the 'Talk to Angel Boy!' scheme.

So what are you going to do now? You thought to yourself as you scrambled around your dorm to pack your backpack. Simply walking up to him isn't an option, even though it sounds the most sensible, and you sure as hell aren't going to tell Ymir about this. She'd tease you about it non-stop, and that's not something you're looking forward to. She would probably find some way to embarrass you in front of him, too.

But what if he's not even going to be there today? What if him being there yesterday was just a one-time thing? It was a rational possibility that you couldn't deny, no matter how much your hope had overlooked the potential chance.

But he was standing next to a cart with books, so that must mean he works there, right? And if he actually works there, then he'd have to be there today for his shift, correct?

If your brain didn't stop tumbling with all these uncertain thoughts, you were positively sure that you were going to receive a nagging headache in return, and that's definitely not something on your to-do list of things you want to live through with at the moment.

Whatever. It's a problem for later, anyways. Right now, you have to worry about what in the world you're going to wear, first of all.

Weirdly enough, you ended up finding a cute outfit to wear to the library. (But your room looked like a whole mess because of all the unwanted outfit choices you tossed onto the floor as a result of it, and you knew that it was going to be a pain to clean up later.)

You were beginning on sorting the clothing back to their previous positions in your closet before you decided on saving the rest for after you come back (even though you wouldn't feel like doing it then, either). You wanted to be in a good mood upon entering the library building, and readjusting your closet's clothing was just about the last thing that would help with that.

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The bright sun blinded your eyes temporarily upon leaving your dorm building, and you brought your hand up towards your face to shield yourself from the penetrating light. The heat radiated from the floating ball of fire in the air soaked into your skin, creating a warm feeling to grow inside you the longer you stood under its gaze. The trees and plants swayed with the gentle motions of the wind, and the gusts would occasionally hit you with a minuscule hint of coldness.

Your foot tapped against the concrete ground absentmindedly in a consistent pattern, arms crossed over your chest as you awaited your friends' upcoming arrival. Ymir was most likely deliberately trying to arrive late with Historia because she probably didn't want you interfering with them (though she would ultimately deny it if you called her out for it), so there it left you at the moment ━ all alone, waiting in peace and silence for them.

Don't get you wrong, you absolutely adored these types of moments where the world was still and at a sense of tranquility. But the fact that there weren't any benches nearby for you to relax against was driving you insane. Your legs were beginning to feel sore with each ongoing minute, and you were debating on returning to your dorm to wait until they arrived.

But before you were able to make the ultimate choice (which you probably would have regretted, considering it meant that you'd have to walk up and down the flight of stairs again), you heard a high-pitch squeal from off in the distance.

"Y/N!"

You turned your head to the side to see a short, blonde girl running her way towards you with an annoyed Ymir following behind.

Historia threw her arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug once she was close enough, engulfing you in her delicate yet semi-tight grip. You could smell the sweet scent of her perfume as she withdrew her arms from around you after a moment, a bedazzling smile evident on her pretty face. It had been quite a while since the last time you had both seen each other (mainly because Ymir hogs her 24/7 when she isn't with you), so it wasn't such a shock that she's so overjoyed.

"We're so happy to see you!" Historia squealed in delight, excitement purely visible in her voice. Her blue eyes were crinkled at the tips as the smile on her lips didn't dissolve from her face whatsoever.

"Speak for yourself," Ymir said when she caught up with the two of you, wrapping one of her free hands around Historia's shoulders and pulling her in closer. "Saw this dumbass yesterday." She motioned with her chin towards you as she spoke, "Not too happy about seeing her again."

You only scoffed in response while Historia lightly slapped Ymir's shoulder as a way of rebuking.

"Don't be so rude! She's our friend!" She scolded her girlfriend with the tone that a parent would use with their disobedient child.

"Friend or not, you can't blame me for only speaking the truth, Historia." Ymir's shoulders sagged after she shrugged them nonchalantly.

"Already finding some type of way to insult me before properly greeting me." You rolled your eyes. "Typical Ymir."

Ymir's eyes narrowed. "Didn't even want you to come with us in the first place."

"Ymir!" Historia scolded again with a louder squeal.

"Sorry, sorry." Ymir gave a small peck on the top of Historia's head while squeezing her arms around her shoulders even tighter as a form of reassurance to the blonde.

"Okay, enough with the PDA. No need to rub in your high-functioning relationship, gosh." There was a humorous scowl etched on your face just seconds after your retort. Your statement wasn't meant to come off in a bad way whatsoever; in fact, quite the opposite. With every burning fiber inside of your body, you envied their adorable relationship. And whenever they showed off such affection towards each other when you were around, it only reminded you just how painfully single you were.

"Careful, Y/N. Your jealousy is showing." Ymir responds after giving one last kiss atop her girlfriend's head. All you did was roll your eyes in response because what she said was technically true (though you'd never admit it to her).

"Alright," You drawled out the sound of the word and repositioned your stance on the ground, "how 'bout we head on over to the library already? All this affection is making me want to puke."

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When your body made contact with the cold material of the wooden chair beneath you, you emitted a content sigh. Compared to the drastic heat from the outdoors (which was weird, since it was still barely halfway through the season of fall), the temperature inside of the building as well as the coldness of the piece of furniture allowed you to visibly cool and ease down, relaxing your heightened nerves just a tad bit.

The total number of people in the library today (from what you had seen, at least) was a whole lot less than yesterday, which meant that it would be much easier to spot the blonde boy. (If he was even here, that is. You really hoped that he was.)

You had more than enough time to come up with some kind of plan or at least a simple idea/blurb of what you were going to do now that you're here, but yet you still haven't thought of a single thing that you'd end up actually doing. As you had brainstormed before leaving your dorm, you're not just going to straight-up walk up towards him (because you knew deep down that'd just end horribly), so there was absolutely nothing else that came to your mind to do.

Should you leave a small, handwritten note (that just so happened to have your name and number on it) in the library cart beside him and hope to the Gods that he finds it and texts you?

No, maybe you should knock over his cart and help him pick up the books that fell over, all the while brushing your hand against his every few seconds like every typical cliché in the universe?

Or should you take the easier route and pretend to trip and 'accidentally' fall into his arms like a damsel in distress?

Your mind was flurrying with another set of incoming ideas that were growing drastically worse each second before you finally internally cringed with a look of pure disgust on your face. (Just imagine the endless number of things that could go wrong with them!)

You blinked a few times as your mind returned back to the present because of the action of Historia and Ymir taking a seat next to one another across from you. It seemed your thoughts had begun spiraling and, yet again, emerged into an entirely different world.

"Y/N back at it again with her constant daydreaming and spacing out," Ymir replied in a monotonous voice, that held a twinge of annoyance if you listened closely enough, while beginning to messily shuffle through her bag to empty its solid materials onto the table.

Historia didn't even bother to verbally chastise Ymir anymore because she had already done it more than enough times on the walk to the library anyways, but she did settle on sending her girlfriend a piercing look that spoke more than words ever could. Ymir took notice of the stare Historia threw her, and she huffed in defeat while shaking her head with a small smile curved on the ends of her lips.

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Did you spend at least a single moment studying during the entire expanse of 40 minutes that had passed by already? ...Maybe.

Though a decent portion of your thoughts were flooded with the cognizance about Professor Ackerman's partially completed study guide and upcoming test, the other majority was emerged in what was known as your 'Talk to Angel Boy!' scheme.

Had you actually come up with anything?

...

Unfortunately, no.

You've had forty minutes to come up with something, anything, and you still haven't thought of a single thing worthy enough of being labeled as a potential option to your plan. Just why in the world was planning another idea (other than the one easy one that you should've stuck with) so difficult in this situation?

And why was courage something so hard to obtain? It's not like he's some multi-billionaire, mafia leader who'd tear you to shreds with just a piercing look through his 'dark and mysterious orbs'; he's just a simple and normal college boy working at a library to earn some sort of money for himself.

So why were you so goddamn nervous as if speaking to him was the literal end of the world?

You've thought about asking Historia and Ymir for their help... multiple times throughout the course of your study session, actually... but you never ended up confiding in them about it. Historia's advice might've been beneficial, but Ymir's would definitely not have been. Sure, she'd be honest and blunt about it, but you needed actual advice that you'd use and not just some insult she would most likely throw your way about how big of a coward you are.

And to top it all off with a sweet and scarlet cherry on top, you didn't catch a single glimpse of Angel Boy during the entire duration you were here for. You've spent a great majority of your time searching and scouting for him from the table you were seated at without making it too obvious as to what you were doing, but he never appeared, much to your dismay.

Your mood had turned sour and glum because of all of this, but you easily masked it with a neutral expression. You didn't want your friends probing in on what had made you so upset, especially since it wasn't a big deal or life-threatening situation.

When you had slung your backpack across your shoulder a little too harshly while beginning to pack up for the evening, Historia had sent you a confused and concerned look. You immediately realized how aggressive your action must have accidentally come off as, and you threw her a warm smile that discarded her worried thoughts after a moment of speculation right away.

Ymir and Historia both had their hands wrapped around each other lovingly as you strode beside them towards the entrance of the library building. Ymir was whispering something into Historia's ears that had her giggling like a giddy child, and it only made the envy in you grow more immensely. Just when were you going to find someone to do something like that with?

There were two entrance doors standing beside each other with a small portion of space between them, and when you neared the door to your right and were about to push the handle in order to exit, the sound of the other adjacent door opening caught your instant attention. You turned your head and focus briskly to the side, and your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at the sight as you swallowed up the view from head to toe.

There entered Angel Boy, as captivating and charming as ever, utilizing one of his hands to fidget with the name tag displayed on the front of his chest while the other was obnubilated inside his pant pocket. His blonde hair was just scarcely unkempt, which you had assumed to have been the cause of the outdoor wind, and his pace was rushed and swift as if he was running late.

You squinted your eyes to try and catch a glimpse of what name was written on his shiny nametag before he strode away from you, but before you were able to get a good enough look, he swiveled his head in your direction.

He didn't even get a chance to discern any portion of your face, for you whipped it right back in the other direction and attempted to conceal your physical appearance from him. Your cheeks and ears were flaring with a fierce and blazing heat that was starting to travel throughout the course of your entire body, and the rapid beats of your heart were beginning to grow too much for you to bear.

The brisk and cliché-like moment felt as if it were set in slow motion with the way everything around you moved at such an impeccably leisurely pace. You didn't even know if he was still looking at you anymore since you didn't have the courage to take a glance back at him, and you were beginning to realize just how stupid you must have looked with the way your head was placed downwards as if you found the dirty ground more intriguing than anything else in the world.

Your face still felt like it was set on fire, crawling up and down your neck until it reached the tips of your ears and cheeks as well as the rest of yourself, and it was such a stupid thing to feel because of the simple act of him merely looking at you. It wasn't until when the cold air from the outdoors whirled you with its motions and gusts did you feel slightly calmer than before.

Your heart was gradually decreasing its previous vicious beats, though it did let out a quick jolt when the door slammed with a loud bang behind you and your two friends.

When you took a look back at them to see if they had even noticed your change in mood and state of being, you were pleased with the sight of them being too deeply engrossed in their repetitive and cringey flirting.

Just the second when your eyes would return back to their previous position, they first trailed up ahead to see Angel Boy walking further into the library with a quick pace until he disappeared behind a shelf entirely.

"What'cha looking at?" Ymir had asked you when you grew too lost in your sight and thoughts. You snapped your eyes and head back forward and turned to the side to face Ymir.

"Nothing," You replied all-too-quickly, adding to Ymir's growing suspicion.

Ymir threw her head back around behind her to see if she could glimpse what you had been previously goggling at with no shame.

"Don't tell me you were just gawking at that old man."

"What?" You hissed with utter confusion laced in your voice as it rose an octave higher, straining the muscles in your neck as you quickly whipped your head around to take a look at what the literal hell she was even talking about.

And sure enough, an old man with wrinkles and hair that was growing gray and bald stood behind the door of the entrance as he was opening it with the hand that wasn't holding a cane. What is he even doing here? Isn't this a college library?

Your eyes widened before you placed your attention back towards Ymir, who stood snickering with Historia, ultimately trying to suppress both of their giggles.

"My gosh, no! Of course not, the fuck!" You replied in a toned-down shriek, though you couldn't quite contain the laughter beginning to envelop your throat as well.

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If there was anyone on the planet who could be able to help with your current situation, it would be your best friend and roommate, Hitch Dreyse. Not only does she possess an extensive amount of knowledge about guys and making the first move in general, but she also has the experience, which makes her the absolute perfect candidate.

The nerves inside of your system felt jittery as you stalked towards your dorm room, fingers fidgeting with the key held in your clammy grip.

How would you bring up the topic to her without making the conversation awkward? Surely she wouldn't make fun of you when you do, right?

You only hoped that she wouldn't. Maybe she'd make a joke or two about it, but she wouldn't go as far as to hurt your feelings in any way. She wasn't the type of person to do that.

You tried your best to contain the sigh you wanted dearly to emit when you were greeted with the sight of Hitch snoozing messily against her bed with her body on full display after entering your dorm room. Both of her legs and right arm were hanging off the side of the mattress while her face was positioned head-first in the pillow. You could hear her occasional soft snores from where you stood with a look of annoyance plastered on your exasperated face.

Just when you needed her advice the most, she was in a deep and undisturbed slumber. You weren't even going to bother trying to wake her up because not only did she look so peaceful sleeping, but she was also an incredibly heavy sleeper. It'd take you about a century to awaken her if you tried hard enough, and you didn't have the energy in you to do it at the moment. She deserved the tranquil rest, anyway.

You ended up heaving a soft breath after a moment's worth of time while striding over to Hitch's side to hoist her head gradually and position it in a way that wouldn't end up with her suffocating to death.

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All kinds of ideas, whether they were seemingly smart or just plain stupid, were still continuing to form inside of your exhausted mind while you returned to your side of the dorm to change into your pajamas and get ready for your own long-awaited sleep. They just wouldn't disappear for even a second, no matter how hard you tried to make them, and it was starting to make you grow incredibly aggravated.

I can just ask Hitch in the morning! You shouted inside of your head as an attempt to disrupt the nagging and blaring thoughts, but even that simple and factual statement wouldn't obey you in the slightest. Your 'Talk to Angel Boy!' scheme seemed to have been permanently engraved into your mind without a single doubt, restricting you from being able to think about positively anything else, and it was just overly infuriating at this point.

Why was all of this having such a massive effect on you?

Surely and hopefully, once you finally find and form some kind of idea as to how you'll interact with him, you'll be able to live with peaceful thoughts yet again. You really, truly do hope that was the case ━ because if not, well, then you're entirely screwed.

A/N: Sorry for taking nearly a hundred years to update this series; I've just been lacking lots of motivation lately. Also, I know that this chapter was probably just as boring as the last one (and very badly written, I apologize for that as well), but I promise you there will actually be Armin interaction in the next chapter! As I had mentioned in the previous author's note, I'm trying to make this series a slight slow-burn. :)

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Serendipity, Armin Arlert

Chapter One, At First Glance

Pairing: Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ymir drags a reluctant Reader to the library in order to study for Professor Ackerman’s upcoming test, and while Reader begins to regret her decision of even coming in the first place, she proceeds to catch a short glimpse of a certain blonde-headed boy, who causes all of her previous thoughts to be immediately discarded.

Warnings: Swearing

━ Word Count: 4.5k

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Ymir was revealed to be standing behind the door of your dorm room when you opened it, just as she had informed in the previous text message she sent barely a few seconds ago. An annoyed expression was evidently plastered along her freckled face, an expression she wore nearly half the time you were around her. A few loose strands of her hair from her low ponytail were either sitting freely beside her cheeks or tucked behind her ears.

Her eyes were narrowed and her lips were formed into a tight line while she observed your appearance, clearly unsatisfied. "You're still not ready?" Not only was the tone of her voice laced with immense irritation, but the look on her face resembled it as well.

You rolled your eyes and took a step back into the dorm, allowing for her to enter just after you. "Well, I'm sorry that you only gave me a five-minute heads up."

Ymir crossed her arms over her chest after tossing the backpack onto the floor beside her. "That leaves you with more than enough time to get ready. And besides, we spoke about this yesterday morning, but your memory is absolute shit, so it's no shock that you forgot."

"I already told you I'm not going." You jumped back onto your bed with a small plop while raising your brows at her and pretending not to have heard her insult.

It's not that you didn't want to study because obviously, you did (especially for a test in Ackerman's class out of everything), but you genuinely didn't feel like going anywhere other than your bed. Call it your repetitive laziness, but just the thought of stepping outside your dorm for somewhere other than your classes made you want to cry out in frustration. It was easily noted as the last thing you wanted to do today.

"And I also told you I'd drag your ass out of here if you didn't go." She challenged with a truthful comeback. "Now hurry the hell up and change unless you plan on going to the library with your stained Hello Kitty pajamas."

An all-too-familiar hostile stare-down took place just moments after her retort, the both of your eyes bored into the other.

"You're going," Ymir states while not breaking eye contact, her voice stern and steady.

"Like hell I am." You answer sarcastically with raised brows after rolling your eyes in their sockets. You were acting painfully immature, but you seriously didn't want to go anywhere. The fact that Ymir was the type of person to forcefully make you go wasn't helping the least bit.

"Get your whiny ass up, Y/N. You're seriously getting on my nerves."

"Absolutely not." You huffed, holding yourself up using your elbows as you laid sprawled on your bed. "I can make my own choices."

Ymir stomped towards your wardrobe and threw it open without permission (not that she even cared; she was already overly furious with you enough as is).

"What are you doing?"

She threw you a side glare as if the answer was the most obvious in the world. "What does it look like I'm doing, idiot?"

You smacked the palm of your hand against your head. "Good Lord, you'll mess up that closet trying to find something."

"Then come look for something yourself!"

There was no point in continuously arguing and bantering back and forth like little children anymore. Knowing Ymir, she would definitely drag you out by your ear while still in your pajamas if you refuse any longer, and you really didn't want to go through any of that horrible pain again. You had learned enough from the first time it happened.

You let out a loud sigh that contained a mixture of defeat and reluctance, trudging towards your wooden wardrobe with sluggish steps, and you didn't quite miss the small curve of Ymir's lips as she smirked in triumph at her usual win while you strode past her. You pushed her away with your hand, and she stumbled back slightly from the excessive force, but the grin on her face didn't falter the least bit.

After about another five minutes of you tossing your unwanted outfit choices into the growing pile adjacent to your bed and listening to the scolding and exasperated voice of Ymir, who kept telling you that she would've done a much better job of finding something herself, you finally chose something decent to wear and left your dorm room.

But just when you were halfway down the hall had you realized that you forgot your own backpack (which made Ymir grow even more vexed, if possible) and you had to run back and grab it. You received a small smack on the back of your head from her once you returned, which resulted in you hissing in pain and clutching the spot where she jokingly hit you far too harder than she anticipated (though she wasn't complaining).

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The walk to the library from your college dorm building wasn't too long of a walk ━ roughly about 5-10 minutes if you didn't get distracted and strode with a fast-enough pace.

The weather was particularly decent this afternoon, where the sun was shining luminously in the bright blue and cloudless sky above you, so you and your friend both decided that a walk was the way you two wanted to go. (You began regretting your choice halfway through the journey when you stepped into a pile of fresh dog poop on the sidewalk with your new shoes. Your mood grew sour because of this, and Ymir's had brightened instead. She claimed that this was your 'karma' for not wanting to go in the first place, and she wouldn't stop laughing because of it.)

She was still continuously laughing by the time you arrived in front of your college's library, and you were so incredibly irritated that you finally elbowed her hard in the stomach. She shut up immediately after that, though her body would still occasionally jolt as she tried to suppress her chuckles.

The air-conditioned cold inside of the building was a great contrast to the moderate warmth from outside, and you shivered as you entered the library, your body slowly beginning to readjust to the new temperature.

Ymir tugged her zip-up hoodie around her tighter in an attempt to gain the slightest amount of heat, and you silently scolded yourself for not thinking of bringing your own sweater. You just knew for a fact that Ymir wouldn't want to give you her sweater to wear (she'd probably start laughing about your idiocy), so you weren't even going to bother asking.

You found an empty table in the back of the library after a minute of rummaging and scouting for one. It was placed farther than any of the remaining tables, which meant that nobody would be able to hear your conversations unless they tried their absolute hardest to.

Ymir took a seat across from you, placing her backpack into the seat contiguous to her, and you copied her action, plopping your bag with a loud thud against the wooden material of the chair beside you.

"Remind me again why I decided to come here?" You whined softly, rubbing your eyes as you shifted your position in the uncomfortable chair.

"Because we both don't want to fail Ackerman's class," Ymir replied while slamming a textbook she withdrew from her bag onto the table with a harsher-than-necessary slam that caused a few people to turn their heads your way. "You of all people should know how picky he gets when grading, and he doesn't offer retakes."

You propped your elbows against the top of the table, the immediate coldness of the surface causing you to tremble slightly. "Yeah, I get that, but why'd you need to drag me here? Nearly all of our necessary resources can easily be found in either my or your dorm room."

"Exactly ━ nearly. Not all. We still need a few more textbooks from here."

"Textbooks we easily could have gotten on any other day. And I would have much preferred it to have been tomorrow."

"Just shut it already, you little dipshit. You'd have pulled the same I don't want to go act again, and you know that damn well." She mocked you in a voice that was supposed to resemble your own, but she only made it sound more irritating than it needed to be.

"And how would you know that?" You fought back.

"Because you did this exact thing last week when I asked you to come study. Luckily Historia asked me to go, so I ditched you for her. Should've done the same again this time." She grumbled the last part of her sentence in a low mumble, though you were still able to ascertain it even if she thought it passed by as undetectable.

"Yes, you should've. Because I could easily have been doing something productive in the meantime instead of wasting my time by sitting here arguing with you while there's dried dog shit on my shoes."

"Productive?" Ymir raised her brows and scoffed. "Don't tell me you think binge eating junk food and reading fanfiction for hours non-stop is productive?"

"In my views, it is." You replied nonchalantly, raising your shoulders up and down in a shrug. "It enhances my vocabulary skills."

You were especially grateful that you had chosen to be seated so far away from the other college students because they most likely would've gotten seriously annoyed with the way you and Ymir bickered with each other back and forth like immature toddlers. Obviously the arguments weren't intentionally meant to hurt the other, but they always seemed to spring up whenever you were around her. And if she didn't back down, neither would you.

Another minute or two passed with the both of you bantering like imbecilic animals, and by the look spread across your face, you were clearly having enough.

"Okay, how about we both shut the hell up and actually study?" You finally seethed through your teeth. You were both here arguing like little idiots instead of doing the one thing you came here to do ━ study.

"For once I agree with something you say." Ymir huffed.

You threw her a death glare, eyes throwing daggers into her face. "I hooked you up with Historia, so don't go saying shit like that. Besides, you love me ━ even if you don't want to admit it."

"Yeah, yeah," She swatted her hand in the air dismissively, "keep telling yourself that, you idiot."

"Remind me again why I'm even friends with you?" You asked jokingly while busying yourself with the packet in your hand to get some work done. Although your attention was partially trained on the materials in front of you, you didn't miss the way Ymir rolled her eyes in response.

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A good 50 minutes must have passed since you arrived. A vast majority of the time was spent actually beneficially studying, and you're sure that you'd remember what Ymir was quizzing you on if you thought upon it really hard in your mind. You didn't have a good attention span, so Ymir would constantly have to snap her fingers in front of your face to get you to focus again.

"Lemme go get something, I'll be right back." She informed, and she stood up and sauntered in the opposite direction. Her figure disappeared from your view as she entered one of the library aisles, scattered with books of all genres and topics in neat rows.

But as soon as she left your table, leaving you all alone in the little corner you sat in, your eyes wandered ahead from the spot where she was previously seated towards a couple of aisles down where someone stood with a library cart beside him, housing numerous books needed to be placed back into their prior spots.

The height of the library shelves that he stood next to allowed you to distinguish how tall he was ━ and he had a fairly decent height. Short, blonde hair lay tousled on the top of his head along with eyes so blue and beautiful that you were able to see them from so far away. His pupils were focused on reading the spine of a book he was holding, and your eyes couldn't help but saunter towards his hands ━ long fingers, and light blue veins that were protruding from underneath the layer of skin. Your gaze traveled from his hands towards his biceps, which you noted were very toned from excessive workouts, and the way his shirt hugged them so neatly and effortlessly made your mouth pool with drool.

You had to blink a good five times to make sure that what you were seeing was genuinely reality. There was surely no possible way someone so exquisite and captivating was truly real. He could easily be compared to an angel sent from above. Just how had you not seen him before?

Were you in heaven? Because in all honesty, it sure felt like it.

He could sense the gaze of someone watching him, so he turned his head up and just so happened to look in your direction, but before he was able to get a good glance at you, Ymir returned to her seat and blocked his view of you and your view of him.

You wanted to move. You wanted to turn your head to the side to see him again, to catch another glimpse of his precious and angelic face before he went away, but it was like your body wasn't allowing you to do so. You were frozen in your seat, heart thumping inside of your chest so rapidly and viscously that you could practically hear it yourself.

"You okay there?" Ymir's voice brought you back from your thoughts, and you nearly suffered from a heart attack right then and there when she asked you the question. "You look like you're on the verge of death."

You shook your head and brought your hand up towards your forehead, calming your breaths in order for your heart to return to its normal pumping pace. "No, no, I'm fine. I don't know what went through me."

She was watching you through furrowed brows in concern, obviously not believing your answer, but before she could question you any further, you hurriedly decided to change the topic. "What'd you get?" You asked, referring to the new textbook held between her hands.

She still seemed suspicious about what had just happened previously (especially since you were still breathing like a literal maniac), but she soon gave in when she realized you wouldn't talk about the topic any longer. You were as stubborn as they get, so she wouldn't be able to pry it from you either.

She began babbling to you about what the textbook is about and how Historia had recommended she get it the next time she was at the library, but you tuned out practically everything she said. You didn't mean to, of course, it wasn't intentional, but your attention was focused on something else, someone else. . .

Someone who wasn't even there anymore when you finally gathered the courage to peek behind Ymir, who didn't seem to notice your lack of awareness ━ or so you thought.

"And then my dog ate my arm. . ."

You mumbled a small "Mhm", totally unaware that Ymir had caught on that you weren't listening to her anymore.

She smacked the textbook held in her grip against your head, earning a loud thump as it painfully collided with your skull.

"Ow!" You scowled as you rubbed the top of your head in pain when she retreated the book back towards her, forgetting to keep your voice down for a second. "What on Earth was that for?" You aggressively whispered in a hushed tone.

"For not listening to a single thing I said this entire time. The hell is up with you?"

"Nothing, I just dozed off as usual." You continued to massage the top of your head in order to get rid of the throbbing pain left by the harsh and unnecessary slap of the textbook. "Not my fault your explanations are so boring."

Ymir rolled her eyes, stretching her sore back. "You're such a handful."

"Says you!"

She let out an exaggerated sigh before turning back to the papers and books messily sprawled in front of her. Her posture was tense and rigid, and she couldn't stop her right leg from bouncing up and down repetitively. It was evident that she was tired and aggravated from all the work you both had done for the day, but she didn't want to say anything.

You brought your fingers down from your head when the pounding grew less agonizing than before. "How much longer are we going to be here? I promised Hitch I'd be back before sunset to help her with something."

"Is that another lie?" She raised her brows in amusement and threw you a knowing look.

"No! Do you want me to text her to reassure?" You began to search through your backpack for your phone, but Ymir stopped you.

"I was just messing with you." She chuckled full-heartedly and took a look at the clock ticking behind your head. "I think we've done enough studying for today, anyway."

"Finally. I thought you'd forcefully keep me in here till sunrise." You exclaimed with a weak giggle, your eyes getting slightly droopy from your identifiable exhaustion.

"Don't go putting any ideas into my head." She smirked and playfully shoved your shoulder.

You laughed in response before beginning to clean up the mess of your table.

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Once everything was as tidy as it had been when you first arrived, and you returned the textbooks that you didn't need anymore back to where they were before, you slung your backpack over your shoulder. Ymir did the same as you, holding a textbook in her hand that she had checked out to borrow.

"You left a dog shit stain." You felt her breath against your ear as she whispered.

"What?" You whipped your head around in the direction to where you previously sat, tensing the muscles in your neck because of the sudden action.

"I'm just joking." She laughed.

You punched her in the shoulder. "You're not funny, Ymir. You literally had me so concerned."

"It's funny to rile you up," She chuckled while you both maneuvered your way through the semi-vacant library, observing the remainder of students seated at their own tables with their noses buried in either their books or laptops. "You're always so predictable."

Ymir retorted with something again, but you didn't quite catch what she said as your eyes traveled around the entire library searching for the blonde boy you had seen earlier.

He wasn't anywhere to be seen, much to your dismay.

"What is it with you today? Are you being hunted by an assassin or something? You keep frantically looking around the place as if someone's planning on killing you."

You nudged her shoulder teasingly, retracting your eyes from the building towards her and trying your best to hide the reason behind why you're doing what you are. "As if anyone would want to kill someone as perfect as me."

"I'd do it for free if I had the chance." She mumbled under her breath.

You slapped her hand.

"Hey!" She exclaimed.

Someone entering the library held the door open for you, and you thanked them before turning back to Ymir with a smirk. "That's payback for earlier, sweetheart."

"Guess I deserve it." She mumbled reluctantly. "You've got a weak slap, though."

"Only because I didn't want to hurt you." You explained. "Can't say the same for you, though. You nearly gave me a concussion today ━ two, as a matter of fact."

She ruffled your hair, and you slightly winced when her hand made contact with the place she hit you with her textbook. "You know I love you."

A cheesy grin arose on your face, illuminated by the bright street lamp you walked past. "Who doesn't?"

Ymir scoffed and fixed the bag against her shoulders. "I take that back."

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"Anyways, want to head out into town tomorrow? Heard there's a new café opening near that smoothie shop we always go to." You questioned curiously, attempting to make plans with your best friend as you leaned your body against the side of your open door frame to help keep you up. Your body and legs were sore from all the walking and sitting you had done today, and you were containing the great urge to collapse onto the floor with every last bit of strength in you.

"Can't." Ymir gave you a sad smile from outside in the hallway while she toyed with the strings of her hoodie. "I'm hanging out with Historia."

"I really need to talk some sense into her because she's always stealing you away from me." You replied with a laugh, your foot tapping against the carpeted ground. You felt your mouth open as you conclusively let out a spiritless sigh. "Guess I'll just see you in class then?"

"Yup, see you in the morning." She pointed her finger towards you in a scolding manner before replying, "Just don't oversleep this time. I won't be there to wake you up again, and Hitch will probably skip her first few classes because of some throbbing hangover."

"I always wonder how she's able to party so much. . ." You turned your head around to where your roommate, Hitch, was ━ lying peacefully in bed with her head faced up towards the ceiling and eyes closed shut while she listened to some music. "Anyways, I'll try not to, but I swear my alarm is just somehow broken!" Your hands jolted into the air to add to your exaggerated reply.

"Yeah, yeah." The look on Ymir's face told you that she didn't seem to believe your statement. "See you tomorrow, idiot."

"See ya." You waved before closing the door shut and locking it.

"Could hear you two talking shit about me," Hitch said from her side of the room, removing the earbuds from her ears and looking at you with raised brows.

You knew she was listening to your and Ymir's conversation (she always did that, after all), but you didn't bother commenting on it. She'd only end up denying it and saying you were just imagining things.

"You know we didn't mean it." You pouted. "Forgive me, please?"

She sat up from her bed with one swift motion, tossing her phone to the side. "I'll forgive you if you help me find something to wear for tonight, like you promised."

Your lips turned upwards into a bright smile. "Deal."

"Are you sure that you don't want to go out with me tonight, though?" She queried as you made your way beside her wardrobe and began to search through her hangers of clothing to put together an outfit choice for her. "I promise it'll be lots of fun."

"Maybe another time." You calmly replied while pulling out a dark, emerald green dress and scanning your eyes across it before placing it back into the closet.

Hitch leaned against the opened door of her closet with her arms crossed over her chest. "You say that every time, Y/N."

You emitted an audible exhale, silently pleading for her to change the topic of parties to positively anything else. "I know, Hitch, but partying isn't really my thing. . ."

You paused for a moment and allowed your thoughts to sink in before adding, "I promise I'll attend at least one party with you before the end of the year, though?"

"You better." A grin emerged on her face. "Otherwise I'll make Ymir drag you there by force."

You retracted your eyesight from the closet towards her, raising your brows while you laughed. "I don't think she'd betray me like that."

"Hm," She simply shrugged, "you never know. That girl will do anything if you bribe her well enough."

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It wasn't long until you found something for your roommate to wear ━ a revealing, blood-red dress that left little to no room for the imagination, along with fishnet tights and a pair of heels that weren't too tall or uncomfortable to move in while wearing.

Hitch snagged a piece of jewelry from your side of the room during the time you spent fixing up her outfit, but not before asking for permission beforehand. (It took some pleading, but you finally gave in and allowed her to borrow it for the night, bearing the chance that she might lose it during her time at the party.)

She was busying herself with her makeup in front of her desk, applying the last bit of red lipstick along her lips ━ a color that matched perfectly in comparison to her dress.

You pulled up the last bit of your sweatpants up against your body and jumped onto your bed, watching Hitch fluffing up her hair just across the room.

"Don't you get tired from attending all these parties so much?" You always wondered how in the world she always held such enthusiasm and energy to attend so many of these parties day in and day out, and you secretly ━ only a tad bit ━ grew jealous because of it. You didn't nearly display the same amount of eagerness as she did in the slightest whatsoever.

"They are boring half of the time, I'm not gonna lie, but the chance of hooking up with a hottie is what gets me going." She dragged her high-heeled feet across the room to grab her black purse. "And besides, it's the college experience!"

You scoffed with a roll of your eyes. "Attending shitty frat parties is 'the college experience'?"

"Don't go judging them when you haven't even been to one yourself." Hitch retorted while pulling her dress down.

"You literally just said that 'they're boring half of the time', so that tells me everything I need to know, thank you very much." You crossed your legs while replying, sarcasm discernible in your response.

"You know I love you and all, Y/N, but sometimes you really need to live a little. Obviously I'm not going to force you to go, but just please put some thought into it because you'll only attend college parties once in your life."

"Thank you for such wise words Hitch, they really touched me." You placed a hand against your heart, and she threw you a look that told you she was actually being serious. "Alright, alright, fine! I'll think about it."

"You better!"

You laughed. "Anyways, have fun! And be responsible!"

She gave you a small kiss on the cheek before scurrying out of your dorm room after one last wave, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a new bag of chips just waiting to be eaten.

A/N: I know that this chapter was probably very boring to read as there was more interaction with Hitch and Ymir than anything, but I promise there will be more Armin interaction/content soon!! I'm trying not to make this go too fast, so it's definitely going to be a slow-paced series (from my plans now at least; it might change in the future). I don't really have a certain 'plot' in mind since I just write what comes to my head at the moment, so bear with me if chapters take an extensive amount of time to update! Thanks!!

Tag List: Open!!

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Breakup, Eren Jaeger

Pairing: Eren Jaegar x GN!Reader

Summary: A relationship built upon lies can only withstand for so long. And once you're finally free of it, you come to realize just how unrequited your love with Eren had been.

Warnings: angst angst angsttt, mentions of a breakup, crying

━ Word Count: 0.9k

Tempestuous rain pelt against the windows gratingly, slashing against the glass with movements so harsh and raucous that it left you positively sure it'd break from the heavy impact. The wind hurled litter and random objects through the air with its invariable and fierce gusts, damaging the world with more garbage than ever before.

Screeching noises jarring and loud were evidently heard when the wind made contact with the outdoor material of your home, practically moving your house with its movements. It felt like the world around you was shaking, ground vibrating beneath you, but you only deemed it as your imagination.

The weather, as horrific as it appeared to be, was an exact replica of the way you felt at the moment ━ exhausted, angry, and above all, numb.

When thunder struck in the distance, rumbling the Earth with its fierce motion, your body shivered. A tight knot was formed within your throat, prohibiting you from being able to speak properly, and a waterfall of tears was formed in your eyes, which were red and puffy from the cause of your repetitive and ceaseless crying.

Eren was normally there for you during these moments, rubbing small circles on your back in an attempt to comfort you in your state of sadness. He was normally there to allow you to rest your head against his shoulder, to let you cry unstoppably and uncontrollably against his body, to let you fall asleep and bask against his touch.

But today, he wasn't here.

And he wouldn't be here tomorrow, nor the next day, nor the day after that. He would never be there for you again. Not a single trace of him.

You had believed your profound love was tied by an unbreakable and tight bound, unable to be shattered or purloined from the heart of anybody else. But it seemed that Eren didn't think the same way. For when the six simple words "I don't love you anymore, Y/N." fleeted past his lips, it appeared pellucid that his thoughts were the entire opposite of what you had wanted and hoped for them to be.

You couldn't help but think, was it your fault? Was it something you had said? Something you had done? Was it because of the way you looked? Had he grown sick of your physical appearance? Was it your clinginess? Your occasional immatureness? Your constant insecurities? The way you always needed and craved for his attention?

What was it that made Eren fall out of love with you?

And even worse, did he even love you in the first place?

The questions bored themselves inside of your mind in an incoherent jumble, constantly forming and spiraling through with more and more reasons ━ so much that you didn't know whether they were true or not. It felt like a hammer was pounding inside of your head, cursing you with these endless thoughts and assumptions.

He had held onto your quivering shoulders in that moment after his confession, searching through your eyes that were glistened with salty tears, and he assured you that it was nothing you had done, that it wasn't your fault in the absolute slightest.

But then why did it feel like it was?

You wanted so badly to ask him the question, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

His calloused hands had stroked your cheek gently, a look of pity and sadness formed within his jade eyes. And in that instant, reality had hit you far harder than it should have, like a metal bullet to the heart ━ he really doesn't love you anymore.

You always felt like there was something off about your relationship ever since the beginning, but you didn't want to put too much thought into it. It was always a constant habit of yours to unnecessarily cerebrate an exorbitant amount of things and form the worst scenarios until you didn't even know what the truth was anymore.

And yet, no matter how strong your trust and love for him was, you had always felt like your relationship was built upon a pile of lies that constantly kept flooding in one after another, unable to be brought to an end. Deep down somewhere inside of your sensible brain, you knew that your relationship was one-sided. But your heart just didn't want to accept the fact ━ no matter how truthful it seemed in actuality.

You had always clung onto the sliver of hope residing within you that he loved you just as much as you loved him, and that alone seemed to have kept you going ━ but only for a while. For a relationship only stays going for so long when the way it withstands is with the help of mendacious lies that continuously come day in and day out.

Your love had been unrequited. The simple statement seemed to have much more meaning now that your relationship was over, now that you were able to think properly utilizing that brain of yours instead of being clouded by the false love he had given you.

Were you heartbroken? Yes. Did you miss him? Also yes. And you'd never be able to find it in yourself to forget him. Because no matter how horrible the relationship turned out to be, you'd always have it in your heart to love him endlessly ━ whether he feels the same or not.

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Serendipity, Armin Arlert

Pairing: Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader

Summary: When your friend forcefully drags you to the one place you'd dreaded to be in since day one, the library, you come to find out of a cute, blonde assistant who works there, and all your previous thoughts are tossed away as you now eagerly spend your time there in order to gain his attention.

Content Warning: College&Modern!AU, fem!reader & fem!bodied, profanity, fluff, eventual smut??, potentially more

Chapter One, At First Glance

Ymir drags a reluctant Reader to the library in order to study for Professor Ackerman’s upcoming test, and while Reader begins to regret her decision of even coming in the first place, she proceeds to catch a short glimpse of a certain blonde-headed boy, who causes all of her previous thoughts to be immediately discarded.

Chapter Two, Back Once Again

Back again at the library for the second day in a row, your thoughts are hopelessly and uncontrollably swirling around in your head as you take the time to formulate a plan as to what way you'll interact with Angel Boy.

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Tag List: Open!!

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My Lover, Levi Ackerman

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader

Summary: Basked in the radiant beams of the moon, you come to think of Levi Ackerman and how incredibly lucky you are to call him yours.

Warnings: None

━ Word Count: 0.6k

A pale glint of moonlight beamed through the glass window pane, illuminating everything in the near vicinity with its luscious and silvery glows of fluorescence. Stars were conspicuously evident if you squinted close and clear enough, sparkling like handfuls of glitter in the deep night sky and pooling across the ceaseless expanse of darkness.

The light seeped across your lover's face while he lay next to you with his strong arms wrapped around your torso as if protecting you from the monsters that lurk in the dark. His bare chest heaved up and down slowly as he slept peacefully, deep in slumber while his mind formed continuous dreams that he most likely wouldn't remember when he would awaken at the brink of dawn.

It was exact moments like these, moments when he would be seen so vulnerable, that brought you a sense of serenity. For the stone cold, closed-off captain who spent years fighting merciless titans left and right was here next to you, sleeping tranquilly and soundlessly, basking in your delicate touch.

To be able to perceive a sight like this, where he lays in peace like an innocent child nescient of all the horrific perils in the cruel world, was always a rare occurrence ━ one you wished would happen more often that it did. But nonetheless, whenever the occasional opportunity would spring up (as infrequent as it happened), you blissfully take it with widened and over-exhilarant arms.

To watch the eyes beneath his closed eyelids move from side to side, to watch his jet black hair change its position ever so slightly as he breathed in and out, to distinguish the healed scars prominent across his muscled body through the light of the moon ━ all of it was a surreal sight to you. A sight you could never get enough of, no matter how little times you've seen it for yourself.

Because you truly believed that Levi Ackerman was easily identifiable as a work of the Gods ━ so completely and irrevocably beautiful in every way humanly possible. They must've taken their well and precious time on him, sculpting him to his maximum potential and enhancing absolutely and positively each and every one of his features to the best of their abilities. It's hard to believe that you have the opportunity of walking the same Earth as this stunning masterpiece, let alone be able to call this fine human being yours.

Hearts both so incredibly different, yet sealed together into a tight bound that nobody had the ability to break, you meant everything to each other. However different your personalities and demeanors contrasted, you both sought each other’s presences, craved for each other.

And no matter how many fights had built up and finally spilled, how many tears were shredded during expeditions outside the walls where you nearly lost the other to a titan, you would always end up back in each other's arms, cradling the other like there was no tomorrow ━ because there was always a high chance that you wouldn't make it back alive, always a chance that you wouldn't get to see the other for another day.

It was difficult to live bearing such risks and never knowing how you would end up because of your choices and actions. Nobody knew their own fate; it was just something that was bound to happen one way or the other no matter the immense stress felt when thoughts spiraled across what could feasibly happen. The possibilities were endless, and it was horrifying to live another day without knowing your sealed future ━ whether it be disastrous or the opposite.

So when given the moment of a peaceful stillness, swooning over your lover who stirred in his sleep beside you, you were grateful for every second. Because you were both here ━ unharmed, alive, and completely in love, and you wouldn't want to have it any other way.

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Pretty Boy, Armin Arlert

Pairing: Sub!Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tied by the hard bounds of a rope, you are in complete and utter control of Armin, your pretty boy who doesn't seem to mind your domination but rather adores it.

Warnings: Smut, teasing, praising, begging, edging, fem!bodied, dom!reader, sub!armin, overstimulation, oral (m!receiving), rope restraints (bondage), blow job, unprotected sex, pet names

━ Word Count: 3.05k

Armin's breaths were gradual and shallow as your hand trailed upwards along his muscled chest, biceps flexing against the tight bound of the ropes he was strained against. The skin of his wrists was embedded with small rope burns that caused a red color to appear in reaction. The cold touch of your palms was a great contrast against his own warm flesh that prickled with goosebumps in an immediate instant because of the sudden contact.

Your hand traveled at a slow and menacing pace, smooth texture of your skin dragging up his body, allowing for each goosebump on his skin to be able to determinately appear in your leisurely time.  His body would occasionally flinch from the way in which your hands were so incredibly cold, but he didn't seem to want you to stop, so you obliged and continued on further.

Armin shivered as your hand made way just below his right pec, palm rising gradually due to the small curve as it dragged past it. You absolutely adored the way he was a shivering mess underneath you, ocean blue eyes practically screaming and begging for more as they bored into your face with a pleading notion behind them, watching your every intricate and skilled move.

Your hand proceeded towards his neck, wavering your thumb against the mellow warmth of his skin before trailing towards his face. You cupped his cheek with one hand, other free hand still roaming up his chest in a curved path, and with eyes strained on the soft pink color of his lips, you placed a diminutive and delicate peck onto them.

Even though the kiss was short and brief, you still grew lost in his touch the second his lips made contact with yours, completely enthralled and captivated by the beauty and saccharinity of his taste against yours ━ a combination of emotions such as longing and lust assorted into one inebriating mix. You pulled back from the kiss laggardly to take in the view of his face, pale skin coated with specks of a mixture of varying pink and red hues, pretty blue eyes blazing with a hint of passion and need intertwined.

You caressed his cheekbone with repetitive swipes of your thumb, body lying delicately above his with both of your faces just mere inches apart. With your eyes settled onto his face, you took in each detail of him that you would only be able to see up so close ━ his eyes colored with numerous shades of blue in all sorts, his lips slightly plump from your kissing, the texture of his skin illuminated by the warm light, his blond hair that held light beads of sweat at the tips. He was a beauty, there was no denying that, and he was all yours.

A quiet whimper eluded past his lips as you ground down against his hips in a painfully teasing manner, moving your ass against the space you were aware he craved for so badly.

The enticing and angelic noise of his, ostensibly compared to a lush melody in your view, caused a flurry of butterflies to swarm in your stomach, so you ground down on him again in order to hopefully result in the same reaction as before ━ and much to your relishing, he did exactly as you desired.

He released a slightly louder groan in response, hips bucking up from off the comfort of the bed he laid sprawled against. His head was thrown back on the pillow, and your lips curved upwards in amusement and arousal.

"Hm, you like that don't you, pretty boy?" You hummed seductively, your breath fanning and nose pressing along the skin underneath his ear as you spoke. Goosebumps promptly rose on his skin.

Instead of responding verbally as you had anticipated he would have done so that you would be able to hear a glimpse of his alluring voice, he fervently nodded, straining his neck to look at you pleadingly. He attempted to move his arms, but the strain of the rope stopped him from doing so and he brought them back into place.

You lead your fingers up to the tip of his chin and tilted his head upwards to be met with your face hovering above him. "I need you to use your words, darling. You can do that now, can't you?"

Armin's blonde head bounced up and down ferociously in response to your question, evidently eager in the way he answered. It had you pleased.

"So, what is it that you want?" Your thumb caressed his cheek once more, eyes traveling between his pink lips and mesmerizing blue eyes yearning with a desperate need for you.

He squirmed beneath you, hips jutting against your clothed cunt hidden beneath a pair of thin panties. "I want you, Y/N."

You pushed his body back down onto the bed with your free hand, earning a small groan from him. "You want me, sweetheart?"

"Yes." He whimpered, arms flinching as they tried to move from the grasp of the rope. "I want you. I need you. Please." His voice rose an octave higher as he spoke in a childish whine.

"Hm," You playfully thought for a moment, tapping your chin in a way to over-exaggerate your pondering. Armin only grew overly impatient with your silent thinking, but he knew that he couldn't do anything about it ━ you were in complete control over him; there was nothing he could possibly do except be patient and wait like the good boy that he is. "I guess you deserve a reward for being so good, don't you think?"

He nodded vigorously, loose blond strands of hair falling against his dampened forehead from the jolts of action. "Yes. Yes, please." The desperation discernible in his voice was as broad as plain daylight, and he didn't even bother trying to hide it. All of his thoughts were scrambled around the place, but each and every single of them involved you. Just thinking about the sinful things you could do to him made the tent in his pants grow harder and more prominent by the millisecond. He relished in all those thoughts, craving for them to all possibly become true.

"Alright then." Your conclusion at last projected after several long seconds of brief stillness, a wicked smile crinkled at the tips of your lips. "Be a good boy for me now, will you?" You asked as your hand snaked lower and lower until they reached the spot where he desperately wanted you to touch since the beginning. He hummed eagerly in an answer to your question.

While sliding your hand underneath the waistband and fabric of his pants and lifting the material, your eyes stayed transfixed on him and only him, observing his every reaction ━ whether it be minuscule or big.

His mouth stayed slightly parted, allowing you to see a silver of his gleaming teeth before he bit down on his lips and groaned when you palmed his erection.

"So hard for me already, darling?" You cooed sweetly, feeling the hardened indent of Armin's cock as you cupped it again. He hummed in response, sheepishly nodding his head while his bottom lip laid in between his front teeth. Just the mere sight of him like this brought you weak to your knees.

Once you had well heard his obvious reply, you lick your lips before responding, voice deep and sultry, "Well, we'll just have to fix that now, won't we?"

Armin wiggled beneath you as you pulled down his pants, his underwear following closely behind the precedent garment after you proceeded to throw them to the opposite side of you. His eyes contained a combination of emotions revolving around exhilaration and alacrity, easily discernible in the way through which he watched you so vigilantly as if awaiting your next move.

His hardened cock sprung against his lower abdomen after you pulled down the last bit of his underwear, thick veins evidently protruding along both sides of his length. You leaned your head down towards his pink tip glistened with pre-cum before you placed a small kitten lick on it, earning an inarticulate sound to be emitted from Armin.

His hands had yet again attempted to move as he jolted when you left larger licks along his entire length, but the rope's grasps forbade it from happening. The action caused him to huff in frustration, and you giggled softly at his perceptible irritation.

You brought your hand down and began stroking his cock from the bottom to the tip in infuriatingly slow motions. Licking your lips, you turned your view towards his face ━ he was already watching you through his beautiful, ocean blue eyes with desperation. You knew he wanted more, you knew he wanted you, but he would just have to wait a little while longer before he got to have what he truly yearned for.

The muscles in his biceps would constantly flinch as they attempted to move with each thrusting motion of your hand growing faster and faster, but each and every time the action transpired, his arms would be swiftly brought back into place.

It was amusing to watch it happen, really ━ the way his body would jolt up when your soft touch was evident along his hardened dick, only to have him groan mutely in frustration as he realized he wouldn't be able to move any further than from where he was already at. Your panties grew wet just merely due to the thought that he was under your bidding, your control; he'd do anything and everything you'd ask him to with no hesitation.

Your mouth was soon found against his cock, taking in as much of him as you possibly could. Armin's dick was big enough as is, but when it was hard, it was even larger. Whatever amount of him that you weren't able to intake as your head bobbed up and down was being stroked with by your hand. The guttural groan mixed with a surprised whine that Armin let out just barely a second after you started blowing him caused your pussy to throb immaculately.

You fought in the gag that wanted to be emitted when his tip went so far into your mouth that it nearly touched the back of your throat. You felt your eyes beginning to water to the brim, threatening to pool in immense heaps, and you attempted your best to contain it. Only a few single tears ran along your cheek, glistening in the warmth of the light shining above your head.

You could feel Armin's cock twitch rigorously in your mouth, indicating he was about to release at any given moment, so you immediately pulled your mouth back in an utter instant to prohibit him from doing so. A string of saliva was evident as you brought your face away from his dick, half-lidded eyes watery as they watched him intently to observe his reaction.

His eyes searched through yours, numerous emotions swarming across them strenuously, but plead being the largest emotion most distinguishable amongst them all. He looked so adorable this way, you thought ━ lips formed into an entreating pout, quivering at the edges. He was so high on your touch, so high on the way you took him in so effortlessly. He was quite literally just at the brink of his edge before you stopped doing what you have done previously; it only made him want to cry out in frustration.

"Please." He managed to whine out, his voice strained as he spoke. "Please. More."

"So needy, aren't you, sweetheart?" Your finger ran along the sharpness of his jawline being clenched by his mouth. "Always want so much more than what I give you."

"Please." He whispered yet again. The desperation in his voice was clearly evident; you had brought him just towards his edge until you stopped, after all, so obviously it was a given that he wanted more. But would you give it to him?

"Beg for it."

His eyes had widened slightly at your out-of-the-blue request. "W-what?"

"I said beg for it." You squished his face with your single hand, observing the way his eyes frantically search between you and your fingers. "If you want me so bad, then beg for it."

Your thumb from your other hand hooked the edge of your panty, teasing him with the sight of your exposed hip bone as you pulled it to the side, stretching the material far enough to let him catch a glimpse.

"You want me, don't you?" Your eyelashes fluttered purely, your face a similar resemblance of innocence, but the meaning behind your words was the entire opposite. "You want me to fuck you dumb, right?"

Armin nodded his head as you released your grip around his face, the coldness of your fingers disappearing as you extracted your hand. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped.

"Then beg for it, pretty boy." Your fingertip grazed along his lower lip. "That's all you need to do."

His face flushed, cheeks growing a dark shade of red, and his breath hitched in his throat. You wanted him to beg?

You wanted him to beg?

"Please, Y/N," He whined without hesitation. You had given him the chance to earn your intoxicating touch, so he was damn well going to take it. "I need you. I need your touch, please."

The look on your face didn't resemble satisfaction just yet, so he continued on further.

"I need you to take me, Y/N. All of me. Please. I want you so bad."

The tips of your lips crinkled upwards into an amused smile, obviously satisfied with the way he was continuously begging. "Hm, I'll take that into consideration," You patted his right cheek with your hand, "Only, how bad do you want me?"

"So, so, bad. Want you really bad."

Your thumb stroked his face delicately as you listened to his discernible pleads. Pathetic, you'd call them out to be, but he was doing what you ordered, after all, so he should get what he deeply desires, right? He's already such a whiny and desperate mess beneath you, and he's done enough begging for the night, so it's only fair to give him what he wants for being such a good boy.

You leaned down to give him a longing kiss on the lips, all while simultaneously pulling your panties off your ass until they were completely discarded and all that was left was your pussy ━ which all wet just for him.

You lifted your hips and positioned yourself before hovering over his dick, a small smirk plastered on your face as you watched him breathe a sigh of relief. You brought your weight down until his tip was touching the skin of your pussy, teasing him with the small contact.

The expression on his face told you that he wanted you to do more, he wanted more of you, and he was growing so overly impatient, but it's not like he could do anything about it. He was fighting the immensely strong urge to buck his hips up against you, and he almost nearly did had you not finally allowed for his dick to enter your pussy.

The small strain you felt when you plummeted your pussy down against his cock made you release a groan that was muffled by you biting down so hard on your lip that it would surely have left an indent. He was so big and thick, and he fit inside your velvet walls so incredibly and painfully well.

Everything you felt was tons of emotions swirled into an intoxicating mix ━ pain, pleasure, sensation ━ all of them were equally felt. And oh god, his moan when he finally entered you ━  so high-pitched and whiny; it was embarrassing to truthfully admit, but that angelic sound alone nearly sent you spiraling off your edge.

You gradually began to bounce up and down on his cock, placing your hands against his shoulders to steady yourself during the movements. Each bounce was rather different than the last ━ whether it was slow and smooth or fast and sloppy. In all honesty, your messiness with the forms of movement was mainly just an experiment to see which types of ways he liked you riding him the best, especially since his gruff and strangled moans allowed you to easily distinguish which ones those happened to be.

Sounds of skin pounding against skin with a mixture of both of your entangled moans were so loud that it almost felt sinful to hear for yourself. You could easily identify the pleasure you were both feeling, thriving in each other's touches, hungering for one another. It honestly all felt euphoric.

Every so often, his arms would flinch while fighting against the rope's clutch, and you would always silently giggle when observing the look on his face each time it happened. Adorable.

You could feel his cock twitch inside of you as you continued to ride him mercilessly, hinting at his upcoming release.

He glanced at you, retreating his teeth from his bottom lip, "I'm- I'm gonna-"

"Go ahead." You whispered lowly against his ear as you leaned your head down, still continuing to bounce up and down on his dick, only your position caused the movements to decrease their speed. "Come inside of me, pretty boy."

Just as the command escaped past your lips, you could feel him painting your walls with his thick cum. Some seeped out from the sides of your pussy, running along his dick as you pulled off of him.

"Mm, you were such a good boy for me." You cooed as your arms rose to release Armin's hands from the ropes binding against him. "Such a good boy."

Once you removed the ropes and placed them on the bedside table beside you, you gave him a soft peck on his pink-tinted nose. "Let's go wash up now, shall we?"

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Boyfriend!Armin Headcanons

Pairing: Armin Arlert x GN!Reader

Summary: How I imagine it would be like to date Armin

Warnings: None, just a lot of fluff!

━ Word Count: 0.8k

Boyfriend!Armin, who enjoys reading to you while your head is lying softly in the center of his lap, eyes closed shut as you absorbed the sound of his mesmerizing voice above you. His fingers are either running along in your hair or trailing your arms, his delicate touch tracing practically anywhere. His physical contact is occasionally withdrawn when he raises his hand to turn the page, but he returns just soon after and caresses you once more.

Boyfriend!Armin, who just can't seem to keep his eyes off of you for even a second of his time. Your beauty is enticing and captivating; you're like an enthralling work of the Gods in his view. It's hard to believe how such an angel like you exists in this world, so beautiful and exquisite in every way, shape, and form. No words could possibly fully describe just how much he profoundly adores and dotes you.

Boyfriend!Armin, who, whenever arrives back from a trip to the beach, makes sure to bring along a few seashells to add to your piling collection. There's never a time when he doesn't bring a new seashell that you had yet to contribute to your assemblage. The seashells are unfortunately starting to take up an astronomical majority of your space as he always brings you so many more, but you don't have the heart to tell him that.

Boyfriend!Armin, who enjoys gushing to you about something from the book he just finished reading. The look of pure focus and interest is pellucid as he throws his arms up in the air while pouring out to you his thoughts about the major plot twist that transpired at the end of the story which had left him shocked to the core, or how his favorite character betrayed the protagonist just barely halfway through the story ━ no matter what it is he's venting to you about, you always make sure to listen attentively to everything he tells you.

Boyfriend!Armin, who picks up a flower he found while adventuring in nature, a flower that's beauty immediately brought his thoughts to you, a nearly identical resemblance of intricacy of the patterns plastered along its petals and the way it shines so brightly ━ an inanimate object, who's first thought when he saw, was you.

Boyfriend!Armin, who can't seem to get you of his head whatsoever. Everything he sees and everything he does reminds him of you. When he sees a couple laughing in the distance, his thoughts are brought to the sound of your laughter and the way you always giggled when he would tell you an annoying joke that'd have you laughing your butt off in an instant. When he sees someone beside him licking an ice-cream cone, he remembers that that's the flavor which is your favorite. When he observes the fabric of a familiar shirt of somebody in public, he's reminded of the fact that you have a shirt similar to that one. He just physically cannot stop thinking about you!

Boyfriend!Armin, who always intricately plans his dates with you days beforehand, making it his utmost priority for everything to be absolutely and exquisitely perfect with not a single flaw about it. He makes sure to present you with the most beautiful of flowers at the beginning of each date, a bouquet adorned with a variety of types of blooming colors in all sorts, along with a cute flirt or saying that has butterflies erupting in your stomach.

Boyfriend!Armin, who adores taking long walks with you hand-in-hand along the beach during sunsets. The way the beautiful hues of the descending sun glow against your skin, illuminating every fine feature of your face. You'd throw him a furrowed glance every once in a while as you caught his stare boring into your face, and he'd only laugh nervously in return, immediately retracting his gaze away.

Boyfriend!Armin, who always reminds you of how beautiful you are. No matter the time or place, he'll never fail to express his opinion of you. You mean the literal world to him, and you can damn well believe that he'll make sure you know that.

Boyfriend!Armin, who loves it when you give him small kisses against his lips or cheeks. He becomes a stuttering mess when you do, face turning into a light pink color, and you absolutely adore it. Flustered Armin is so incredibly adorable, so you make sure to give him a few kisses on more than one occasion to receive the reaction that causes your heart to flutter.

Boyfriend!Armin, who is literally the man of everyone's dreams. He's cute, sweet, funny ━ sometimes it seems to you like he's irrevocably perfect in every way with not a single imperfection detectable. You are always so profuse of gratitude to have him as your boyfriend, and you couldn't imagine spending the rest of your life with anybody but him.

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How I imagine it would be like to date Armin

Pretty Boy ✿ (3.05k)

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Immoral ✿ (0.9k)

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The Night We Met ━ Series (2/?)

Who would have ever figured that the random guy you met during one of your late night visits at the Sina Bridge would turn out to become the only other place (or rather person) who you sought both comfort and solace from.

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Nothing to see here yet...

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Pure Pleasure ✿ (0.7k)

Watching you unravel as a result of Mikasa’s touch just so happens to be her absolute favorite thing in the world.

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Pure Pleasure, Mikasa Ackerman

Pairing: Mikasa Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Summary: Watching you unravel as a result of Mikasa’s mere touch just so happens to be her absolute favorite thing in the world.

Warnings: Smut, praising, teasing, fingering, oral (f!receiving)

━ Word Count: 0.7k

Mikasa Ackerman was an astonishingly adroit woman in every applicable aspect, not a single doubt about that, so when it came to eating you out, it was no shock that she was equivalently an expert.

Every movement made by her was done with unbelievable and precise expertise. The way her tongue darted across your clit gradually and teasingly, traveling up and down your folds at an incredibly and painfully slow pace ━ she knew exactly what she was doing to you. She knew every motion, slow and swift, which allowed you to come undone in her grip within a mere instant.

"Please," You begged, raising your head from the comfort of your plumpy pillow lying below you on your bed to take a glance at her pleadingly, perceiving the dark ruffled hair on the top of her head visibly displayed in between your open legs, "Please, Mikasa."

"Please what, darling?" She hummed innocently, fixating her gaze on you through those beautiful, half-lidded eyes of hers that caused an undeniable flurry of butterflies to form deep inside the pit of your stomach.

With just a simple yet seemingly menacing look given by her, you squirmed underneath her grasp instantaneously. You took immediate notice of her mesmerizing eyes as they peregrinate between your face, distinguishing the state you're in ━ a whimpering mess all because of her.

"What is it that you want, beautiful?" She cooed teasingly, using her wet tongue to glide across your pussy before you even had the chance to utter an answer.

You groaned, feeling your back jolt up slightly into an arch due to the sudden action. "You."

"What was that?" She peered up at you and questioned ingenuously, pretending not to have heard your request as you feel yet another tormenting, unhurried glide of her tongue across your clit. A small whimper grumbles past you in response.

"Use your words, sweetheart." She continued to pester on after a momentary silence when noticing you hadn't responded further, teasing your wet entrance with her tongue slowly and mercilessly.

"You." You panted out the word breathlessly, your hands tightly clinging onto the bedsheets beside you with all the force you could possibly muster, "You. I want you, Mikasa."

"Hm." She deliberately sucked on your clit even harder, raising her slender finger to rub against it gently in a circular motion. "Is that so?"

"Please." You moaned, throwing your head back at the sensational feeling of Mikasa's delicate fingers against your pussy. You needed more of her, and you needed it now.

You could sense a satisfied smile forming onto her angelic face, lips rising in a pleased manner. "Well, since you ask so nicely, my love."

Even as much as you forced yourself to endeavor, you couldn't quite possibly contain the string of moans entwined within your throat as she inserted a finger into you.

Pleasure and sensation flooded within your veins in an instant while she pumped her finger inside of you, pushing as deep as she possibly could. Her pace was teasing and leisurely, as if she had all the time in the world, and the way in which she curved her finger as she reached a certain spot inside of you that she knew would rile you up caused you to grip the sheets around you even harder than before.

"You look so pretty like this." She purred while her eyes trailed up and down your figure, taking in the sight of you hungrily as she bit her lip seductively, which earned yet another soft and vocal groan to be emitted from your throat.

She soon added in another finger alongside the one she was currently using, and moans and whimpers of her name escaping past your lips were instantly heard due to the action.

"Mikasa." The sound of your moan was like an exhilarating melody to Mikasa's ears, one she could never get enough of no matter how many times she's heard it before. Her name rolled off your tongue perfectly, as if it was meant for you and only you to say, and she absolutely adored it.

She thrusted faster, the pumping pace of her fingers growing incredibly rapid by the ticking second as you unraveled in front of her, desperately yearning for more of her intoxicating touch. Your walls soon began to clench around her fingers, indicating you were going to release in any given moment.

The sudden instant when you felt your cum flooding out from within you, Mikasa eagerly began licking your pussy with contentment evidently discernible along her face. "Good girl." She murmured, as she cleaned you off with each glide of her tongue. "Such a good girl."

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