a shitty meme from my side.
stan aruani or i'll steal your kneecaps
[ID: the 'if nobody got me meme' with the word god replaced with aruani nation. there is an image of armin and annie from SNK 139 edited on the meme.
a shitty meme from my side.
stan aruani or i'll steal your kneecaps
[ID: the 'if nobody got me meme' with the word god replaced with aruani nation. there is an image of armin and annie from SNK 139 edited on the meme.
I’ve rewatched Attack on Titan like four times already just because I don’t keep up with it and can’t remember anything past the first season 💀
I could probably quote season 1 from memory at this point
Armin x Fem!Reader oneshot
Your lips dance into a smile as you walk into the library. Not to your surprise you see your new boyfriend Armin Arlet. As you walk in you peer around the corners. Seeing the blue eyed boy with radiant skin and blonde hair Almost made you skip a beat. You stood there watching how each strand of hair falls into place, how he meticulously flips each page. When his lips curl into a soft and inviting smile. But most importantly of all the adorable gleam he gets in his crystal blue eyes. You thought to yourself ‘he’s finally mine’. As your eyes practically form into hearts along with the spread of blush on your face. He senses your presence and turns around with a grin saying
“Hey pretty girl”
You imminently freeze up due to the embarrassment. You begin to stutter your words. Armin gets up and hugs you while giving a very small peck on the cheek. You have only been dating for two months and he’s the type to take things a little slow. If you were being completely honest he hasn’t worked up the courage to call you darling or even babe in public. So these were the moments you appreciated. He would call you all sorts of nice things that made your heart float when you two are alone but he has never kissed you yet. Or at least a REAL kiss.
He takes your hand and leads you to the desk he was reading at. He pulls up a chair you have you sit down on then pulls it back in. Such a gentleman. As he pulls up a chair for himself he scoots even closer to you. He turned a light shade of pink but kept his cool.
“What were you reading about handsome”
you say as you tilt your head and you feel your face warm.
“It’s a book on starts!”
he declares in a ineuhiatic tone with that cute spark in his eyes and even cuter smile.
“There’s all kinds of stars. To begin with there are 88 star formations they are called constellations! And with each constellation comes a story. Some are about slaying a beast then being put into the sky or”
You loved how Armin would go onto rants about this he loved. His hands would be going all over the place making gestures to describe his idea. Or how his voice had so much enthusiastic convection. He goes on to say
“Or 2 lovers get put there up in the sky so they can be with each other forever”
He then winks at you then continues his rant like nothing happened. DAMN this Arlet man was smooth.
You two eventually finish up in the library and start to head out to dinner. You took your usual spot next to Armin as you ate. He was a lot more afraid to be loving in front of people so he took your hand and was holding it under the table. Honestly that alone made your night better. As you were talking to everyone at the table you got the best idea! You slam the table
You begin to murmur into his ear a plan for a makeshift date. As you describe the plan his lips curve into a smile.
“YEAH that sounds great!”
You both nod in approval but not without some sly dirty minded comments from your comrades at the table you were seated at.
Finally it was go time. You just so slowly open your window then leap out then pull yourself onto the roof. You noticed a figure who you quickly identified as your boyfriend. He spots you and whispers.
You peek him on the cheek from his comments and snuggle up close to him. Your head in his chest holding hands you begin to look at the stars. Armin mumbling sweet words into your ears on the stories each of them hold while always being able to circle back into how much he cherishes you. You both take turns going on rants and talk about emotions, feelings, personal battles. Eventually Armin goes on and sights an ancient tale of a woman and a man. Destined for love but with so many barriers in the way. He went into great detail about the girl's beauty. Oddly enough as he was describing her you noticed he was paying compliments to features you had.
“And at the end he gave her a big kiss that was intimate yet passionate.” “Would you like to know what that feels like?”
Immediately cut off by a warm sensation on your lips. You lost the train of thought. It was Armins lips on yours. He caressed your face with his palm feeling a warmth traveling through your whole body. You put your hand on his body and began to relax. He becomes more welcome with his advances and starts to put his hands in your hair then throws his arms around your neck deepening the lust in his body.
wow he’s good
The rest of the night is spent with Armin possessing you closer while going on about how he’s wanted to do that the entire time but his nerves got the best of him.
You ended the night feeling much closer to each other and you finally got the thought. ‘He gave me a real KISS!’
As you were thinking about that night the day after you noticed that besides pointing out the stars Armin wasn't doing much ‘star gazing”. You waltz up to Armin that morning during breakfast and ask
“So why weren't you staring at the stars? It looked like you were focusing on something else.”
He immediately comes to his own defense stating
“I was looking at one of the most beautiful stars that night, that's why I was so fixated on it. It’s actually very interesting because you can even see that star during the day.”
Your face is in amazement and you begin to beg Armin to show you where it is. You take to your room instead of showing to the window he curves his direction to the bathroom and there it is.
“And there it is my love”
He started as he held your hand and kissed your nose.
it was your reflection he was talking about.
this was my first oneshot/fan fic so please give feed back or rate <3!
Kai: *gay panic*
Hey guys I am unable to post day 6 of 25 days of Christmas with AOT Characters today because I have a lot of work to do for today. study for Exams, Work on essays etc... Therefore, I'll post day 6 and 7 tomorrow. SORRY!
I can still see the ocean in his eyes, smell the tang of his charred skin, hear that sweet, soft voice: “Eren, wake up.”
Attack on Titan
Warnings: sexual themes, death, gore, mature themes, extreme violence, body horror, blood, weapons, major character death, age-gap relationship
Clenching her jaw, Vera tried to stay quiet and still while Armin tended to the wound on her arm. The bullet had only grazed her, so the cut wasn't that deep, but it stung like hell and Armin, whose hands were trembling, was taking longer than normal to disinfect and bandage it.
"You're crying again," Vera pointed out, her voice soft and concerned. "Are you sure you're all right?"
Sitting back on his haunches, Armin let out a shaky exhale and wiped the tears that were streaming down his cheeks. "How was it so easy for you?" he asked. "Killing other people, I mean."
"I don't know," Vera answered honestly. "I guess when I realized that those other people were willing to kill me without so much of a second of hesitation, I didn't think of them as people anymore . . . just another monster."
Hands gripping at the fabric of his pants, Armin doubled over and his entire body began to shake as he cried some more. Heart shattering at the sight of sweet Armin in such mental anguish, Vera lunged forward and pulled him in for a hug. She wasn't exactly sure when it had happened—or if there had even been one single concrete moment that it had begun—but somewhere along the way she had grown to care for Armin deeply, like a younger brother almost. Vera never had siblings, but she imagined this is what it might be like.
"Y-you're arm," Armin hiccuped. "I'm sorry. I haven't finished wrapping it."
"It's fine. I can do the rest," Vera told him. "Or better yet, maybe Jean should do it. After all, I got shot saving his ass in the first place."
Armin let out a muffled laugh in between sobs. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Vera hugged him tighter. "You saved my life today. You've done more than enough."
Once Armin had managed to calm down a little and catch his breath, he joined the others who were seated on crates in the middle of the warehouse they had found shelter in for the night—the same warehouse that Armin and Jean had been taken to earlier that day after being kidnapped. Hanging back a little, Vera sat in the corner with a lantern offering little lighting as she used her left hand and mouth to sloppily wrap the wound on her right bicep.
Across from her, she made eye contact with one of the men that had been behind Armin and Jean's kidnapping—one of the many men Mikasa, Connie, and Sasha had taken down. With his hands behind his back and a gag in his mouth, he couldn't do anything but glare back at her.
"You're doing it wrong," a gruff voice said suddenly, and when Vera looked up, Levi was standing over her and observing her messy handiwork.
"I'm trying my best," she mumbled out through the gauze that was stuffed between her teeth.
Shaking his head disappointingly, Levi crouched down in front of Vera, pulled the gauze out of her hand and mouth, and proceeded to bandage her arm for her. As Levi worked, his dark bangs fell into his face and for a split second, an urge rushed through Vera to reach out and brush them out of his eyes. She didn't, of course, and quickly pushed the thought from her mind. He was still the same man who had smashed her head into a wooden bannister in front of a courtroom full of people, so she didn't put it past him to slice a finger off or something if she touched him without permission.
Clearing her throat, Vera watched as he worked and wondered what was going through his head at that moment. Was he thinking about what had happened that day? Was he dwelling over the reappearance of Kenny, the mass murderer who had apparently raised him as a child? Was he beating himself up for losing Eren and Historia?
"Sir," Vera spoke, but as soon as Levi lifted his head and his eyes met hers, she felt small beneath his gaze and changed her mind about asking any of her previous questions. "Your leg." She settled on inquiring about his injury instead. "Is your leg still okay?"
"It's fine," he answered as he finished wrapping her arm. With that, he offered his hand to Vera and when she took it, he helped her stand up. When he did, however, he winced slightly. "Maybe it still hurts a bit," he admitted when he caught Vera staring at him. "What about you? How's the arm feel?"
Moving her arm a little, Vera shrugged. "Maybe it still hurts a bit," she echoed his previous response. "But it's a lot better now, thank you."
Turning on their heels, the duo walked toward where the others were sitting, and once everyone was gathered—aside from Sasha, who was outside keeping watch—Levi handed out a small piece of bread to everyone as their meal for the evening. It wasn't much, but it was all they had. Hardly anyone touched their food, however; too worried about the events of the day to eat.
"What's wrong?" Levi asked as the six of them sat around a single dim lantern. "Did all this filth kill your appetite?" He gestured to the dingy, dusty warehouse they were in.
"No." Armin shook his head before looking up. "Vera, there's something I don't understand."
Picking at the bread in her hands, Vera sighed. "What?"
"When I turned around to try to save you, that man already had his gun to your head. It's funny. How could I have shot before he did?"
Vera thought for a moment before shrugging. "I don't know."
"You shot first because he hesitated. Just like how Vera cut down that woman before she shot Jean. He hesitated too," Levi said. "It's simple."
"I'm sorry, Vera," Jean apologized out of nowhere. "You wouldn't have had to save me if I had just done my job."
Vera waved off his apology. "And Armin wouldn't have had to save me if I had done mine. We've never fought other people before; it's a whole new territory."
"I know what it is," Armin interjected, his voice quiet. "The man I shot back there . . . I bet he was a really kind person. He must have had a lot more human empathy than I ever did. I pulled that trigger so easily . . . without a thought. I'm . . ."
"A killer," Levi finished his sentence for him. "And now that your hands have been soaked in blood, the person you once were is gone for good."
Mikasa gasped. "Why would you say that?"
"And you shouldn't regret it for one second," Levi added. "Because if you had chosen to keep your hands clean, Vera would be a corpse on a cart right now. I'll tell you why you pulled the trigger. Because your comrade was about to die. Armin, everyone in our squad survived today because you got blood on your hands. Thank you."
Vera nodded in agreement. "Thank you, Armin."
"Captain Levi, I thought it was wrong for us to fight other humans, Sir" Jean spoke up. "I thought it was wrong that you ordered us to do it. I mean, we became soldiers to protect people, but now I see that I was in the wrong, Sir. Next time, I swear I'll shoot."
"I never said anything about what was right or wrong." Levi was clearly using the opportunity as a teaching moment to make the rookies in his squad stronger. "My moral high ground is shot to hell. I have no idea who's in the right at this point."
As Jean's face flooded with realization, Levi stood from his crate. "Now then, I think it's time we heard what our guest has to say." Levi glanced over at one of the men who was tied up. Walking over, he pulled down the cloth that had been tied around the man's mouth.
"Mercy, please!" the man immediately began babbling. "I'm just an old man that used to move cargo. I didn't want to but-"
"I've met this one before." Mikasa eyed the man as she stalked closer. "He seemed to be a prominent merchant."
As soon as the man recognized Mikasa, he went silent.
"Yeah, I know him," Levi said. "Dimo Reeves, right?"
"This damn job was forced on us by the Military Police," Dimo confessed. "And now that we've completely botched it, they'll plunder the Reeves' company for everything it's worth. First, they'll kill me, then they'll set up accidents for all my employees. My dumb son too."
Levi crossed his arms over his chest. "You just gonna lay down and take it? There's a reason Trost recovered from that Titan attack. It's largely because of jobs and money brought in by the Reeves' company. Tell me, if your company were to disappear, how many would survive the coming winter?"
"So what? You want me to join you?" Dimo huffed.
"We just need to know where Eren and Historia are," Levi told him. "If you're in contact with the MPs, I think I have a plan."
Dimo thought about Levi's proposition for a moment. "And can you give me your word the people of Trost won't end up starving to death?"
Dropping down to one knee, Levi shook his head. "I can't guarantee it. That said, I believe they'll have a better chance with us than without."
With that, the plan was put into place and a message was delivered to Hange detailing everything. The following night, thanks to Reeves' contacts in the MPs, a team was sent out to a previously vetted meeting place away from the city where Levi and his squad were waiting for the crooked soldiers to arrive. When they did, they were ambushed.
"Sorry, gents," Dimo deadpanned this his previous MP contacts. "That's how it is."
Among the MPs sent out for the false meeting was the man who Hange had suspected of murdering Pastor Nick, and when she arrived with Moblit by her side, she made a bee-line directly to the cellar where Levi had tied him up.
From the upper level of the building, Vera and the others could hear the soldier's screams as they bounced off of the stone walls; a direct result of the torture Levi and Hange were no doubt putting him through.
Since the plan had been devised, set up, and put into action in under 24 hours, Vera was having a hard time keeping up and wrapping her mind around everything that was going on. And from what she could tell, she wasn't the only one.
"Here we go again." Jean winced as another screamed echoed from the cellar.
"The screams seem a lot louder than they were when the Captain did it," Sasha whispered.
Vera fiddled with her hands beneath the table they were sitting at. "Hange's got it out for the man. She blames herself for Pastor Nick's death. For her, this is personal."
"I know it's to save our friends but . . . it still makes me sick," Connie admitted.
Staring into the flame of the candle sitting in the middle of the table, Armin drew in a deep, slow breath. "Let's face the facts. We're criminals now," he said. "Our last enemy wanted to eat us. We don't have an excuse like that for killing these people. It's just that their views are different. No, it's just that they're in another group. For that, we'll take their lives."
"These people are worse than Titans." Vera decided, unsure if it was because she truly believed it or because it made her feel better about herself. "Titans kill because it's in their nature. People kill because they want to. It's different. It's . . . simple."
Armin, who was clearly still struggling with the reality of his actions, folded his arms across the tabletop and slouched. "We're not good people," his voice cracked when he spoke. "Not anymore, at least."
Looking up at Armin, Vera exhaled. "Would you rather I was dead?" she asked.
Armin's eyes widened. "W-what?"
"Would you rather I was dead if it meant you could have kept your hands clean?"
"No." Armin shook his head frantically while everyone else watched the confrontation take place. "Of course, not!"
"Then why?" Vera prodded some more. "Why did you save me, Armin?"
"Because you're my friend! Because . . . because it would have been worse if you had died instead!"
"Exactly." Vera settled once she had made her case. "Because it would have been worse. It's like the Captain said, things aren't simply right or wrong. The world isn't black or white. In this world, we have to choose between two options every day, and all we can hope is that we choose whichever one makes us feel less like shit than the other."
The room fell silent after that, and from then on, no one so much as cleared their throat.
Sometime past midnight, after Levi and Hange had eventually coaxed the truth out of Pastor Nick, they shared the information they had gathered. Apparently, the Reiss family was the true royal family, and once that truth had been brought to light, so did a whole slew of other things.
"You mean the rightful heir to the throne is Historia?" Armin gasped.
"That's correct." Hange nodded. "And based on that knowledge, we're assuming that she and Eren have been taken to Lord Reiss."
Pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket, Moblit unrolled it and stuck it to the wall, displaying a hand-drawn photo of a man with a round face and thin mustache that Vera could only assume was Lord Reiss himself.
"That's him." Levi pointed to the photo, confirming Vera's suspicions.
As the minutes turned to hours, Hange and Levi continued to pry information out of the MPs and relay that information to the squad in turn. Sitting at the table, waiting for another bought of news to flood out of Hange's mouth, Vera took the time to think about the fact that Historia was the heir to the throne, and as she did, she remembered a time back at the cottage when Historia had shared what growing up for her had been like.
Historia had grown up on a farm owned by the Reiss family with a mother who barely even acknowledged her and a father who met her for the first time five years ago before disowning her, changing her name to Krista Lenz, and sending her off to become a cadet.
It was a terribly sad upbringing, and Vera felt so sorry for everything Historia had been through, along with everything she was currently going through.
Vera thought that, if she had known this sooner, maybe she and Historia would have been closer.
"You look lost in thought." Armin's voice startled Vera slightly. She had previously been sitting alone at the table while everyone else had gone to try and get some rest or stand watch, so his sudden presence had spooked her. "I'm sorry, I can go."
"No, it's okay." Vera gestured to the seat beside herself as a wave of guilt washed over her; she felt bad for being so harsh on him earlier. "Have a seat."
Shuffling over, Armin sat down next to Vera, his hands in his lap and his head hung. "I'm sorry," he whispered, just barely loud enough for her to hear. "I didn't mean to make it sound like I had wished I hadn't saved you."
"No, I should be the one apologizing," Vera insisted. "I was too uptight about the whole thing. It's a difficult situation . . . there isn't one right way to think about it."
Armin chuckled slightly. "You sounded exactly like Captain Levi."
Vera cracked a smile. "Damnit, now I really am sorry."
As Armin's laughter died down—a sound Vera couldn't remember the last time she had heard—he sighed. "I am glad I saved you," he said. "Really, I am."
"I'm glad you saved me too," Vera agreed. "Thank you."
Before either of the two could say another word, Hange and Levi marched out of the cellar, the former shouting about how everyone needed to gather up for the lastest collection of information.
Once everyone was seated around the table, the candle in the middle still burning strong, Hange dropped the news on everyone—the news that confirmed the theory Eren had had about the conversation he and Vera had overheard between Ymir and Bertholdt.
Armin's jaw dropped. "So they plan to eat Eren?"
"Yeah," Hange confirmed. "Eren remembered a conversation between Ymir and Bertholdt—a conversation that you heard as well, right, Vera?"
Vera nodded. "Yeah."
"Based on this, we can speculate Ymir used to be a mindless Titan just like the others until she consumed someone," Hange continued. "Someone from Bertholdt and Reiner's group. We've never seen a Titan turn back into a human by eating one before, that said, Reiner's comrades aren't normal humans and there's a different set of rules for humans that can turn into Titans. My thought is this: if a Titan eats someone with that power, then it'll transform back into a human. What's more, they'll obtain whatever powers that human had. In the battle the other day, Reiner was throwing Titans at Eren as he tried to run away. He knew that Eren had the power to take command of feral Titans with his scream; if Eren's death would have meant that power was lost, he wouldn't have risked it. I think he hoped one of those Titans would eat Eren and take his power. My point is, if the government has a Titan of their own, they'll use it to eat Eren."
Without needing to hear another word, Mikasa started for the door. Before she could leave, however, Levi stopped her. "Calm down," he ordered. "I know you want to get Eren back, but going on a rampage won't help with that. Anyway, we're heading for Rod Reiss' estate. Prepare to leave at once."
As the squad stood up and left to gather their things, Vera felt a hand wrap around her wrist and quickly pull her in the other direction. One second, Vera was heading out with the others, and the next, she was in a small storage room with Levi and Hange.
"Ummm." Vera's eyes flickered toward the door. "Am I in trouble or something?"
"Quite the opposite," Hange stated before cutting to the chase. "Levi has made me aware of your predicament, what with your mother and Reiner and all that. As a result, I did some digging but was unable to find anything about a woman named Silvia Lepstein who lived in Shiganishina in the time period around when you were born."
Vera cocked a brow, confused. "So my mother never existed is what you're telling me?"
"Not exactly." Hange seemed to almost vibrate in place with how excited she was about this information. "While living in the slums, as you and your parents did, it is all too easy to go undocumented if a person really wishes to. So, the fact that there is no paper trail of your mother doesn't give us any concrete answers, but it does give us one important question, which is: why didn't your mother want to be a recorded citizen?"
"I have no idea." Vera shrugged. "I don't remember her being caught up in any sketchy dealings, but then again, I was very young."
"I'm unsure of the answer as well, but what we can rule out thanks to a little more digging is that it wasn't some personal choice your parents had made because both you and your father have a paper trail that is all too easy to follow," Hange said. "So this was a decision your mother made alone."
Vera nodded along, understanding what Hange was telling her but unsure about what it was all leading up to.
"Will you get on with it already?" Levi rolled his eyes.
"Yes, yes, I'm getting to it!" Hange pushed her goggle-like glasses further up the bridge of her nose. "While I was researching you and your father, I did stumble upon one thing I found very interesting. I was able to get my hands on a record of your father's finances, and despite the fact that he worked tirelessly almost every single day of his life, there is a period right after when you claimed your mother died where there is simply no trail of where his money goes; it simply disappears."
Nervously, Vera shifted her weight. "Yeah, I always thought that was odd too . . . he worked all the time and yet we were still dirt poor. It didn't make any sense to me, but I never asked him about it."
"I thought it was odd too, so I kept searching for something. And just like I had hypothesized, I uncovered where all your father's money was really going. Almost every last bit of his paychecks went toward a very prominent trading company from around that time. I even confirmed his name in one of the logbooks the government confiscated when the trading company was shut down a few years ago."
Vera sighed, somehow even more confused than before. "Trading company?"
"Or so they claimed." Hange smirked. "This trading company was actually a front for a business that dealt in much more . . . let's say, under the table dealings."
"Well, in your father's case, protection."
"Protection?" Vera asked. Suddenly, the curtains remaining closed in the house at all times and having to barricade the door at nights when she was younger made sense . . . and at the same time, it made no sense at all. "My father was using all his money to pay shady people to protect himself?"
Hange waved her finger in Vera's face. "No, not himself. You."
Vera scoffed. "Protect me from what?"
"That's exactly what I was wondering," Hange said. "And although I can't be sure, based on the timeline of events, it isn't a stretch to assume it was someone close to you. Hear me out, if your mother is trying to bring you back to wherever she is now, what's to say she wasn't trying to do it when you were younger as well?"
Vera felt her blood run cold. "You . . . you're saying my father worked himself to death to protect me from my own mother?"
"And when he couldn't keep up with payments, he accumulated debt. Debt that later fell to you after he died!" Hange exclaimed, too caught up in the brilliance of her deduction to take note of the seriousness of the topic at hand. Eventually, though, she realized the look of uncertainty and sadness on Vera's face and dialled back her enthusiasm. "Yes, well, I understand this must be hard to hear, but I thought you'd want to know."
Vera drew in a long, unsteady breath. "So you're telling me that all this time I assumed my dad was throwing our money away on gambling or something and accumulating debt selfishly when he was really trying to protect me . . . from my own mother?"
"That's what it seems like, yes," Levi answered. "It seems you've been wanted for quite a while."
Hange nodded. "While I was digging, your name cropped up on a few lists for some underground gangs that deal with human trafficking and the likes. Whether it's your mother or not, someone has been trying very hard to find you for a very long time."
"Seems that your life of laying low and joining the cadets as soon as you could inadvertently kept you safe," Levi said. "That, and a lot of these underground gangs have been shut down in the past ten years or so."
"Holy shit." Vera sat down on the nearest crate and buried her face in her hands. "Do I know anything about my parents or my own life?"
"I can't answer that," Hange responded even though it was obviously a rhetorical question.
"Yeah," Vera let out a faint puff of air that could have been construed as either amusement or disbelief. "So all my father wanted was to keep me safe, and in the end, he was killed in the Titan attack that the bastards working, presumably, on the same side as my mother were the masterminds behind."
Taking a few steps closer, Levi looked down at her. Worried she would start spiralling again, he looked to Hange for help, but she just shrugged. "You okay?" he questioned.
"Yeah, sure." Vera let out a breathy laugh. "In the past month, I've found out that my mother, who I thought was dead, is actually alive. I learned that she's been trying to—for lack of a better term—kidnap me for almost my entire life. And on top of all of that, I always thought so poorly of my father when he literally gave everything he had to protect me from my own mother! No, yeah, I'm good. Just give me a second to process all of this and I'll be okay."
"Kline-" Levi started.
"No, I said I'm good and I am." Vera stood up suddenly, wiping the tears that had accumulated in her eyes and taking a few deep breaths. "Rescuing Eren and Historia is more important than whatever messed up family drama I have going on. It's bigger than me. I'm fine."
With that, Vera pushed past Levi and Hange and exited the room, making a bee-line for the others so she could collect her gear and get ready to head out.
At that point, Vera didn't believe anything she had been told about her parents, her life, or even herself anymore. From there on, she was going to create a new Vera Kline—one without a past and only a future; one that she could control.
“You were just learning how to talk when they… they disappeared.” Armin didn’t knew the truth yet, for ten was too young an age to expose him to the cruel world that existed outside of their home and the Jeager’s house. Then again, he was well aware of the bullies—
“How was school?” He asked casually, still not turning around to face the child.
Armin spends time with his grandfather, and asks a dangerous question.
Takes place a day before the breach of Siganshina by the Collosal and Armoured Titans.
posted: 6/12/2021, 17:30
content: sfw | fluff | modern au
pairing: Armin Arlert x reader
warning: suggestive content but still pretty sfw
a/n: sorry for the wait. uni hw. You know how it is haha
Your last name?
He didn’t mind if you double barrelled your last name once you got married. You went the whole way though <3
Who’s the breadwinner?
At first, both of you were working. Your combined income was quite nice. Sweet apartment. Sims 4 starter home type of thing but now Armin makes enough for you to not work and still live a nice life. His boss stepped down and wanted Armin to take over!
He really wants a lot of kids. Like 4 kids. If he wasn’t married to you it would be him and his grandpa, who won’t be around much longer. He doesn’t want to feel lonely anymore. Armin won’t mind if you don’t want that many and he can settle for 2 children but it would mean the world to him to be surrounded by the products of your love.
His love language would be physical touch and words of affirmation. He just wants to be held and kissed and ******- woahhhh there. His heart flutters when you tell him how much you appreciate him, compliment him and… just tell the bubba you love him, okay? He can’t keep his hands off you :’)
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll get that for you”
“Are you okay my love?”
“Good morning angel.”
His pet names for you are so cuteeeeee! 😭
Armin loves it when you straddle him and lay your head on his chest. That way he can pepper your face with kisses or play with your hair. And if your hair is natural and in a fro, he’d sometimes sniff your hair. (He loves the way your hair products smell)
He’d also like to lay his head on your lap, between your legs while you’re watching stuff on TV, so you can rake your hands through his hair. That makes him feel soooo relaxed.
How often do you…?
Almost everyday. Sometimes he’d tease you for two to three days, just to up that desire and tension.
When you do go at it… you’re at it till dawn ;D
(As long as he’s not working the next day)
Do you still go on dates?
Because Armin got busy, not as much as you used to and he hates it. He used to take you out to the beach with a picnic he prepared, or dates you could do stuff together.
Once you two get the chance, he promises himself he’ll take you on a week long getaway to Fiji.
You two try to talk things out so you don’t argue but they do happen. Armin will try to resolve the issue and usually apologises first.
“Hey baby, have you seen my dress?”
“What dress love?”
“The dress I’m wearing to your company fundraiser tomorrow. I can’t find it anywhere. You did bring it back from the dry cleaners right?”
“I did… it should be in a box somewhere.”
“It’s not anywhere Armin. I’ve looked.”
“Look again, I’ll help you.”
“I’m telling you it’s not here!”
“….and I’m saying I’ll help you look!”
“Hey why is the charity box still here?”
“That’s the box your dress is in love.”
“It’s the charity box Armin!”
“Armin! Did you give my dress away?!”
“Stop yelling! I’m sure we can get it back!”
“Get it back?! You know that dress was tailored for tonight…. Armin!”
“Could you just….. not yell at me darling..! It could still be there.”
“You better pray it’s still there! And don’t darling me, you’re the one that gave my dress away!”
“And I’m sorry. Look we’ll just drive down there now. I doubt anyone bought it…”
Someone already bought it. You had to settle for a different dress. It was nice but not as as the one Armin accidentally gave away. To make things worse, one of the couple’s you spoke to was wearing your dress.
She takes you aside and whispers to you.
“Look at this stunning dress! I had it tailored. Word of advice dear, prepare for these events ahead of time, you look a little..uncomfortable.”
You cried over the comment once you got home and Armin couldn’t help but beat himself up about it.
“Please don’t cry sweetheart… I’ll do better next time. I’m so sorry.”
You saw how sad he looked and gave him a lot of kisses, apologising for yelling at him, reminding him he’s not stupid and that mistakes do happen.
Armin is usually at the office during lunch time. That wasn’t a problem until he started working 5 days a week and he’s missing you, so he face timed you just before he started his meal.
Luckily for him, you had just started eating your lunch too! You and Armin talk and flirt over face time, happy that you’re seeing each other. When his lunch break is over, he kisses his fingers and places them on the camera for you to catch :’)
On the weekends, you two cook together! I think he’d love pasta or lasagna :)
If you have traditional foods from your culture, he’d be sooooooo excited you made it for lunch. He’d absolutely love the food, even if it’s spicy!
Bed time? (Fem)
After a long hard day at work, he comes back home, takes a shower and finds his lovely angel fast asleep in bed. He thinks you’re so cute when you sleep.
He loves sleeping in the spooning position. Him being the big spoon, with one hand on your breast because it’s soft and squishy.
i can just imagine
Pairing: Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader (she/her)
an: sorry this is pretty short :| just realized i didnt actually have an idea until i started writing it. so its a little messy. sorry about that :( if u have any requests, let me know. also, def expect more content. might start a few JJK ones too eheh. inspired by the song I Love You So by The Walters.
warnings: angst, internalized misogyny (slightly), drinking alcohol but they're all 21++, y/n lowkey being a bitch, mentions of eren and jean being the hottest people ever, let me know if i missed anything :)
Why did out of all people, your first love had to be Armin Arlert?
Because even after months of calling it quits, he still had you in a chokehold.
It's been about a week since you and your friends were introduced to Armin's new girlfriend. And though you kept up a facade of happiness, a fake look of relief for your ex-boyfriend, a complexion of lies, you still felt like crawling into a deep hole to live out your days.
Because you couldn't bear seeing the love of your life being happy with someone else. Someone who wasn't you.
Why were you feeling so petty? Why were you feeling so cruel?
You loved Armin and you should be happy for him to have found someone, right? You should. But why aren't you?
Instead, you're wallowing in self-pity, the thoughts in your head only centered around Armin. God, why did he have to bring her home?
Why did he have to introduce her to you and your friends?
Why did he have to look at her like that? Like how he used to look at you.
Why did he have to talk to her like that? Like how he used to talk to you.
Why did he have to touch her like that? Like how he used to touch you.
Why did he have to love her like that? Like how he used to love you.
He loved you more. Of course he did. He did, right? You wanted to believe it so. Because you loved him. More than you could ever love anyone.
So he had to feel the same way. How could he not? You were his first love. He had to love you. More than he loved her.
The words rapped in your head, again and again. Your unwillingness to let go of the man overwhelming any sense of rationality.
You sighed, hearing your phone buzzing nonstop from the group chat. You let out a groan when the vibrations kept on going, disrupting your Armin-centric thoughts. You roughly clutched the edges of your phone and swiped to open the chat.
Eren: where's everyone?
Jean: what do u want jaeger
Eren: party y'all
Eren: sasha got us invites
You: Sasha?? Invites?? How??
Sasha: don't underestimate me, children
Conny: sorry mom-
Jean: yeah ew
Armin: hey guys
Eren: MY LOVE
Mikasa: fuck off Ren
You: yo, mika, u okay?
Mikasa: Eren's getting on my nerves
You: welcome to the club babe :|
Eren: THQTS MEAN
You: learn how to spell bby
Jean: living for the eren slander
You: JASHKJDHKJSDHFHSK FR
Sasha: so party? yes? no?
Conny: YES OBVIOUSLY
Mikasa: sure but only so i can slap the fuck out of eren
You: but im down ig
Mikasa: shut up
You: aight imma shut up before u add me to your list
Jean: im down too
Armin: is it okay if Eve comes too?
You could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You felt annoyed at the mention of her name. You had no idea why. She was a nice girl. Sweet and nice and pretty. But God, why did she have to have him?
Eren: course its okay
You: yeah that's a weird question Min
No, it wasn't fucking okay.
You wanted to scream that. But of course, you didn't.
God, your head was spinning, brain non-stop thinking of a way to make Armin realize that he still loved you. Because isn't it too soon for him to love someone else?
Once everyone agreed to come along to the party, you had a small plan set in motion. A plan that's going to make Armin realize that he still loves you.
Was it petty?
But were you still going to go with it?
So you made sure that your outfit for the night was one that was sure to catch Armin's attention. Pretty light blue dress, his favorite color.
It was the color of the eyes, that's why you love blue. But he loves the color blue because it reminded him of the ocean. And a pearl necklace was clasped around your neck, matching your tight dress.
You waited for the night to arrive, and not long after the agreed time, Jean's car honked outside your house. You entered the passenger seat, a wicked smile toying the ends of Jean's lips at the sight of you.
"Looking good, Y/N," he chuckled teasingly, eyes straight on the road as he began driving.
"Don't you have a girl?" You laughed.
"Just complimenting you," he added before joining in your small laughter.
Soon, you both arrived at the location Sasha sent. The party seemed like a usual frat party. You weren't overdressed but you'd probably stand out in the crowd.
But you didn't care.
You didn't care if everyone saw you. You just wanted Armin to see you.
"Shit, Y/N, you look hot," Eren greeted you with a flirty smirk.
"I know," you smiled cockily.
"Save me a dance later, huh?" Eren teased.
"Where's Mikasa? I'm waiting for her to slap your ugly face," you retorted, earning a deep chuckle from Jean who approached from behind you.
"I'm gonna go get some drinks. You want?" Jean offered, an eyebrow raised.
"Yes please," you quipped happily.
Soon, the next thing you knew, you were sandwiched between Eren and Jean on the dance floor. Jean's right hand rested on your right hip, pulling your body flushed against his front while Eren's right hand was placed on your left hip.
Both the men were towering over you, their warm breaths laced with alcohol, much like yours, were ghosting over your cold skin. The contrast of temperature increasing the tingles across your body.
Their hips matched the rhythm of your sways to the beat of the music. Occasionally, one of them would crack a joke, and you'd be too buzzed to actually understand but you're too buzzed that you laughed anyway.
You had to admit, you were sure the scene of you in between your tall friends was a scene that could get you on your knees but you also knew that you wouldn't do that.
Because you didn't want them. You wanted him.
In all his blond glory; Armin Arlert.
So from across the dance floor, you watched as Eve had her back against Armin's chest, his arms draped over her shoulders.
A sweet smile on the girl's complexion. A smile much too different than the seductive smirk you had on for Armin's view.
Armin was smiling, too. As the night went on, your eyes were glued onto Armin as if you'd go blind if he left your sight even for a second.
Occasionally, his eyes would meet yours. Every time he did, he'd smile at you. And you wanted to believe that his smile got bigger every time. Because you were sure yours did.
But Armin knew better.
At first, he let it slide. At first, he just thought maybe you were just having fun at the party. Then when you danced with Jean and Eren, he had to admit. He was a little jealous. But again, he let it slide.
But when your eyes were lingering on him the whole time, your firey gaze burning holes through his entire body, he knew what you were doing. And he knew he had to do something.
So when multiple songs had ended and started, he excused himself from Eve, leaving her on the dance floor. An excuse given was that he was going to refill their drinks.
You caught his eyes as he walked away, legs walking towards the kitchen. In his eyes, you caught his signal.
"Sorry boys, but I'm gonna go get another drink," you cleared your throat, your drunk friends disconnecting their hands from your body.
You left the two men, not really caring whether they'd continue dancing or not. And you followed him.
He headed to the kitchen and so did you. You realized no one was there. Did he purposely choose a spot where he knew would lack the presence of other figures? What was he planning? The questions bombarded your mind. Did your plan work?
"I know what you're doing, Y/N," his voice fished you out of your questions-filled mind.
"What?" You questioned, deciding to play an innocent facade.
"It's not working," he sighed tiredly.
You could feel your heart break all over again. After everything, did he really not love you anymore?
"What are you talking about?" Your voice was not the one of faux-innocence but an exact truth of pain.
"Y/N, you need to stop what you're doing," he breathed out with disappointment. "We broke up, you have to accept that."
"Armin," you softly uttered, eyes beginning to form a wall of glass-like shield. "Don't you still love me? Did you just forget about me?"
"Of course not," he frowned, offended that you could think such a thing. "I loved you but we're broken up. We decided. It was for the best," he persuaded, reminding you of the night of your biggest msitake. "You need to let me go."
A tear had escaped the end of your right eye. Your lips trembled at the sound of his words.
They weren't cruel. No, Armin could never be cruel.
Yet here he was, asking for you to let him go.
Could you ever do that?
Would you ever do that?
"But I love you so-"
"Please let me go."
Once again, he left you.
Standing alone in the kitchen of a house that belonged to a person you didn't even know, he left you.
Standing alone with a broken mended heart, he left you.
Standing alone as the words you shared with him previously echoed in your head, he left you.
Again and again. Like an incantation of a curse that was meant to chase any form of happiness from your life.
But I love you so.
Please let me go.
Can’t believe I almost forgot to do this one.
Been missing Petra like a lot lately, and that girl deserves a better series where she gets the dignity she deserves. Because anything with Hajime’s name on it is not it. He doesn’t deserve a character like Petra. (That applies to 90% of the cast created by his hand)
But in respect of the occasion, hats off to one of the biggest hearts in the Survey Corps. I hope Petra and the other AOT cast done dirty by Isayama will get a second chance in something he has no control of.
You can just count me in, Team Rivetra all the way. But Petra is more than just Levi’s greatest advocate and biggest admirer. She’s a big heart that deserved, and STILL deserves, so much more.
Happy Birthday Petra, JUSTICE FOR PETRA.
First time writing for Armin ✨ so it's short and probably shitty.
Armin quietly looked up from his book, admiring y/n, who was sitting across from him, reading as well. Y/n glanced up from their book, Armin quickly dropped his gaze back down to his book, cheeks flushing with embarrassment, rather than going back to actually the blonde boy nervously fiddled with his fingers. "You look like a strawberry, Armin." Y/n whispered, giggling quietly.
Armin's cheeks grew more flushed as he chuckled nervously."Sorry...you're just...really pretty..." his ocean blue eyes gleamed with embarrassment, yet also fondness. Y/n blushed slightly, hiding their face being their book. "I don't know how someone like me has someone like you...I guess I'm lucky!"
"I'm the lucky one...you're so intelligent, caring, and cute... I'd say you're unlucky"
Armin tilted his head, blushing profusely; he was used to being made fun of for his looks and how smart he is. "I-I'm not...," He covered his face with his hands "I'm not unlucky... I'm the luckiest person on the planet..."
Y/n went silent, face flushed, too flustered to speak.
Quickly y/n leaned over the table, kissing the blonde. Now Armin went silent for a few seconds, processing what just happened. "W-why did you-?!"
"I love you, Armin..."
Monika: get the f u c k away from him *SMACK"
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