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                       "———he didn't..."

      Their daily routine had grown rather comfortable over the course of the past few months. Having lost eligiblity for on-campus housing in the prior semester, and given that Marco's early graduation had left a vacancy in the apartment, it only made sense for Armin to move in and fill the empty room in his boyfriend's apartment. He practically lived there, anyway; last year, he spent more nights in the elder's queen sized bed than in the twin bunk above Eren.

      On the days when Armin rose just as the sun did for the morning shifts at work, he usually found a way, before leaving, to sneak from his room into Jean's, and into his sheets— turning off the alarm which sat on the desk, and waiting patiently for the minutes to pass before slowly pulling the other from his dreams with a peck on the cheek here—— a kiss on the lips there—— one or two whispers into his neck—— and then crawling away and off to work.

      Yet, when their roles were reversed— on the rare days Armin could spare sleeping in— Jean never dared to wake the boy; rather opting to leave the blonde a portion of breakfast on the top shelf of the fridge when he awoke. It was a small gesture; but it meant as much to him as his actions did to Jean.

                  He should have expected that idiot to pull something or another after three years.

      And now, here he sat; staring at the stack of pancakes awaiting him in the fridge— focused on the simple, silver necklace lining the edges of the plate.

#drabble

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♞ INFUSIONS | Modern!AU

{ ✖ } probavi​ 

                “——I can help the next customer over here!” 

As Armin stands at the bar, he prepares to recite his usual spiel as the next person made his approach. The man was a newcomer; Armin didn't recognize the rather distinguishing haircut at all. With a small smile, he chirped a quick, “Hey! What can I get yo—” before the other rambled off his order. 

                              ...Coffee?

It hadn’t been the first time somebody had try to order one, but Armin couldn’t help but hold back a giggle. It might be the combination of sheer exhaustion, irritation, and determination the other had approached with that had made it funny, but he quickly tried to quiet his laughter before the customer got offended. 

“I’m sorry,” Armin hums with an apologetic smile, “We don’t serve coffee products— if you’d like some tea, I’d be happy to suggest some alternatives. Or there’s a cafe down the street that I could point you toward, but... I’d guess it’s just as packed.”

A moment passes as he awaits the other to decide, before he realizes the man is staring at him. “S-sir—..?”

#probavi #{SORRY BABE THAT I TOOK SO LONG #SCHOOL KICKED MY ASS #HERE HAVE A REPLY I AM SO SORRY #ILU}

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god what is it with vests and ties and holsters and suspenders /cries

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      "Mm..." he hummed gently, looking back at the man from the book he held. "I haven't read it, no; but I wouldn't expect to find it here." A light chuckle passed his lips, "The books near here are nonfiction studies and such... is your book nonfiction? Or fictional?"

      In the middle of the sentence, the blonde began to walk towards the end of the isle— gesturing at the man to follow with a smile. "If it's nonfiction you'll be able to find it around here, if not, we'll have to look at the fiction section for it; though, it would be a lot easier to start by looking in the catalog for the reference number."

      With a curt nod, the blonde happily accepted the text from the other’s hands. The text itself— analyzing teenaged deafness and the ways in which modern ministry is attempting to reform itself to reach them— is one which the blonde happened to stumble upon in his research for an entirely different paper. It had been on his to-read list for a brief period of time, and now, with nothing doing, he finally had time to at least begin reading it.

      Understandably so, the shorter man looked anything other than impressed, as if he wanted nothing more than to be anywhere other than where he was (although, even before reading the title he seemed remarkably apathetic). The topic was dense, and one without much application to broad demographics. In fact, the entire section was— yet, here the man stood, looking through the individual book titles.

                  ”Do you need help finding anything?”

#mommylevi #—{sorry i was gone #family things and school things #blah}

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♞ — { O n l i n e }

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—ooc {hey all. family things settling down. just moved in to my dorm and will be back in the next few days}

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older!eren blabbin about his day to older!armin and u kno thats kind of distracting

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Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

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♞ INFUSIONS | Modern!AU

✖ { probavi }

     His manager honestly believed him to be a fool for working during finals week. Aside from the obvious worries about his grade-point average, Levi had voiced his concerns about Armin's performance in the workplace as well when he requested to cover three extra shifts across the next four days. Armin, while ahead in his studies (alleviating any concerns he himself personally held with regards to the former), was never one to withstand great loads of pressure with grace. Nevertheless, with another tuition payment and his mobile bill due in two weeks, the boy managed to convince wear down his boss enough to grant him the additional hours.

     Infusions was a local tea bar located just two minutes off of the quad of Trost University— where Armin studied. When he had been invited to work for the company after interviewing with them, he believed he had lucked out big time—  with a relatively relaxed pace of work and their consumer base more conversation-oriented, he quickly found himself loving his coworkers and regulars alike.

     Yet, despite their usual crowd being a small niche of the student body, the war on finals had left the cafe to be written off as collateral damage. As hordes of students occupied every imaginable square inch of the floorspace in the building— including the floors, for some— the timid blonde was left scrambling to keep up with their customers. Conversation was abandoned for small-talk which could be held just long enough to fulfill orders; the art and spirit behind the blending and brewing of teas had been left behind to push drinks out faster; and his normally neat ponytail had slipped from the confines of his hair tie.

     "I'm beginning to understand why Levi pays us a one-and-a-half-times rate to work today," he muttered to a coworker, blending equal parts of orange rooibos and royal chai into a filterbag to serve before handing the drink off to a customer— "Thank you!"— and losing his smile to a measured sigh. As two or three more students wandered inside to join the line, the teen reminded slowly counted the twelve minutes left until his meal break.

#Infusions AU #Probavi #Modern!AU #—{ Everybody watch as I write a horrible starter for the first time in ages without any pre-plotting heeeyyyy }

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Jearmin Week Day 4: Stargazing

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✖ { Jean }

Jean groans, and when it’s apparent that the blond has no intention of leaving him be, he sits up. His eyes are puffed, his hair is ruffled, but most importantly, he’s ticked off. Amber eyes scan their surroundings until they fall upon the boy who’s sat on the ledge. Eyebrows knit together, but Jean can’t bring himself to anymore than look annoyed. He sighs, defeatedly. "What do you need to go into town for?" 

     He cracks a smile at the male, side-eyeing Jean as he takes in his tousled hair and generally sloppy appearance. "Good morning, sunshine." Armin's voice was light as he hopped off of the ledge and walked to sit on the edge of the other's bed. "I was planning on grabbing a few books, and just generally walking around."

     "— it's been awhile since I've had the excuse to visit."

                  "— t' pretend that things are somewhat normal."

#probavi #—{ I started this reply and then I got a phone call #and had to talk business for like 30 minutes #and that effectively killed my muse #i am so sorry }

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—{ Sorry for my absence these past few days; I have been caught at work, and, additionally, had to attend a wake today. I will be online typing out some replies. I'll also be in my tinychat room. }

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just felt like drawing some armins

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I’m done with transparents from special one. ~

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✖ { levi / modern!AU }

"Well, let’s see…" The book title wasn’t too familiar for Levi. Heck, probably he didn’t even know what kind of book that was, since he didn’t really like books that much in the first place. The only reason he was here, at the library, just because one of his colleagues asked him finding her a certain book. At first, he thought it would be easy to find it, but it seemed that he underestimated the library a bit too much.

"Deaf Diaspora, The Third Wave of Deaf Ministry?" Yup, never heard about it before. Levi read the title to make sure he got the right book for the young blond. Well, it seemed that it was the only book on this are, so this might be it. “Here,” he offered the book.

      With a curt nod, the blonde happily accepted the text from the other's hands. The text itself— analyzing teenaged deafness and the ways in which modern ministry is attempting to reform itself to reach them— is one which the blonde happened to stumble upon in his research for an entirely different paper. It had been on his to-read list for a brief period of time, and now, with nothing doing, he finally had time to at least begin reading it.

      Understandably so, the shorter man looked anything other than impressed, as if he wanted nothing more than to be anywhere other than where he was (although, even before reading the title he seemed remarkably apathetic). The topic was dense, and one without much application to broad demographics. In fact, the entire section was— yet, here the man stood, looking through the individual book titles.

                  "Do you need help finding anything?"

#mommylevi

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—{ Tinychat now open }

#—ooc

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♞ — { O f f l i n e }

#—{ Worked a lot on headcanons and planning today #also it was my moms birthday so i was on and off with her } #—{ sorry for lacking of ability to push out thread starters }