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AFTER DARK. Armin Arlert (CH. 5)

☰ pairings: Armin x Reader, Slight Eren x Reader

┌─ ✮⭒｡ story summary: Armin was tired of being seen as an innocent, goody-two-shoes, little flower boy. Instead, he wanted to be seen in a more romantic and…sexual light. You just couldn’t turn down a sweet boy like him, so you agreed to hone his charms and teach him special…skills.

And he turned out to be much more powerful (and hotter) than you'd ever expected.

└─ ✩⭒｡ story #tags: fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, friends w benefits, drama, jealousy, hurt/comfort, manipulative armin, virgin armin, loss of virginity, childhood friends, lots of tension, nerd armin, and then he glows up, love triangles, unrequited love, gaslighting, lots of buildup

☰ CHAPTER FIVE. armin's move

┌─ ✮⭒｡ chapter summary: The night at Connie's house doesn't go the way you expected.

└─ ✩⭒｡ chapter warnings: a little suggestive(?), petting

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It was Saturday again.

Everything between you, Armin, and Eren seemed to fall back to normal, just as they were before. And it was better that way, considering you’d have to see them soon.

Eren's phone call wasn't anything to stress over, but Armin's request on the other hand...

You couldn't just gloss over that so quickly.

But if you were to bring it up, what would that mean next?

Dim, closed-off images of last night resurfaced in your head—images of him, disheveled, strewn with sleepiness, tilting in so close to you as his warm breath fanned over your lips, all in a hazy order of events that you couldn’t force yourself to rearrange.

A slow, unconscious sigh escaped you. You needed to stop thinking about it.

Because in reality, you liked it.

You liked how tempting he looked in the dark—eyes half-lidded and attractive, shadows contouring his face—and how tantalizing the situation was, how intimate he made it.

The recent lack of love in your life must be taking a toll on you because you didn't mind doing…whatever that was with your long-time best friend.

All while you had a crush on your other best friend.

You were fucked.

"There's sushi in the fridge if you want some," Connie blurted, switching on the TV and collapsing onto his couch, where he watched you from your spot by the kitchen counters. "It's the good kind."

You had been grabbing a drink before Armin had invaded your mind, and you were glad that someone could finally push you out of your thoughts.

"Oh, do you want me to bring it out?" you asked, referring to the coffee table laid with plates of snack food.

"No, that's the good sushi. I only wanted to ask you."

From behind you, the shrill beep of the microwave resounded throughout the kitchen, followed by Jean's gruff, sardonic voice. "Don't fall for it. He's just trying to butter you up."

"Am not!" Connie rolled his eyes. "I'm sure doing it better than you ever can," he mumbled lowly.

You sent him a glare.

"You can keep your fancy sushi, Connie,” you playfully scoffed, moving towards his sprawled-out form on the couch and sinking into the cushion beside him.

Only a few of your friends were already here at Connie and Jean’s shared apartment for the planned hangout, and you were the third to arrive.

It was late evening, just an hour after sundown, and the slow warmth from the night outside bled into the living room's atmosphere. Beside you, Connie rambled about some show he watched as he carelessly scrolled through Netflix titles, the sound of previews playing loudly from the speakers. Across from you, Sasha sat curled into her seat while Jean griped about the food he microwaved for her from inside the kitchen, but he only went ignored as she cackled at something on her phone.

If you listened closely enough, you could hear Ymir sneeze from inside the bathroom.

You loved nights like these. It truly felt like summer, just you and your little group of friends. The picture was candid and carefree, a nostalgic reminiscence of your teen self instead of the adulthood you were approaching.

You hoped everyone would arrive soon because you were looking forward to this night for some odd, cheesy, unexplained reason.

At the thought of seeing Armin, your stomach churned. But like the invasive, overpowering person that Eren was, thoughts of him suddenly intruded your mind instead, and the feeling in the pit of your stomach only intensified. When you weren’t thinking of Armin, you were thinking of Eren.

Your phone lit up.

Two texts from Eren.

Of course. Speak of the devil—for the nth time again. He somehow managed to show up at both the right and wrong times. Every time the situation called for it, he always appeared.

Tapping on the notification, you were greeted with a video followed by a text message that read, “on our way.”

Our?

The video was his front view from the passenger seat of a car, the road and blocks of storefronts—a location you very distinctly recognize—moving past the window as the car drove forward. But what stood out to you was the little stuffed animal keychain that hung from the rearview mirror along with other cute decorations: a silly-looking My Little Pony plushie.

Was this Mikasa’s car?

A strange feeling grew in your stomach, twisting and churning until you felt your heart finally sink. You shouldn’t have been disappointed since they were friends and all, but you couldn’t help the little pang in your heart. If anything, this was expected of them, and you just happened to notice it more due to your recent confession.

That damn My Little Pony plushie.

You kept staring at your screen, long enough for Connie to peek over your shoulder.

"Damn, I didn't know you were a brony."

You quickly retracted your phone, whipping your head around. “Quit stalking! I'm not a brony. And neither is Mikasa."

"That’s Mikasa? Is she on her way then?” He punched your arm. “Finally!"

You shot him a perplexed look, confused at his odd show of excitement. "Don’t get too excited, Mr. Pissed-His-Pants,” you retorted sarcastically.

Connie’s face suddenly contorted to something mortified and alarmed, mouth agape with creased lines on his forehead. "You saw the picture? Listen, it’s not what it looks like! Sasha spilled her drink on me and thought it’d be funny to say that I pissed myself, I swear. Dude, Sasha needs to stop spreading that picture around. She lied to me, too. She said she didn’t send it to anybody, but as soon as Eren sent me that picture, I—”

Light knocks at the front door suddenly cut Connie’s rambling off.

Connie shot you a knowing glare, and his expression told you everything you needed to know.

“Fine, I’ll get it,” you huffed, standing up.

The doorknob wriggled under your fingers as you twisted it, and the door flew open with more force than you’d intended.

Armin.

You looked at him wide-eyed, more shocked that it was him in the flesh and not because you hadn’t meant to open the door so harshly.

He matched your surprise, staring at you with doe-eyed confusion, hands in his pockets, but it quickly morphed into a suave smile. You noticed he ditched his glasses today. Probably swapped out for contacts.

"Hey."

Armin looked you up and down, fleetingly, in the usual way that he looked anybody up and down.

But you swore it was different this time. A hint of something teasing laced in his keen pupils, a slight twitch at the corner of his lips.

Moving back from the open door, you cleared your throat. “Hey, Armin.”

He stepped in, just once, before running a hand through his hair. A nervous tick. He’d been doing that a lot lately.

“Armin?!” Connie blurted, dumbstruck. He scrambled up onto his feet and bounded over to where Armin stood, who only gave him a small smile. “New haircut? You’re sexy, man.”

“Thank you.” Armin laughed shyly, looking Connie up and down, but not in the way he looked you up and down.

“Woah, Armin!” Sasha, no longer glued to her phone, stood up from her seat. Next thing you know, she was grabbing onto Armin’s shoulders and squinting at his side profile.

“Fade so good she had to inspect it.” Connie snorted and slapped Armin’s back, hard, and when you were expecting him to jolt forward, he stood, steady, a glint of unfamiliar irritation in his blue eyes. Oh. You sometimes forgot how strong he was.

Sasha finally released her grip on Armin’s shoulders when Jean stalked out of the kitchen, saying, “You look good, bro.”

Connie sniffed. “I smell bromance.”

Jean was quick to retort something bitter, and then it was that same routine of insults and banter between the two. But your attention shifted to Armin, who watched your friends joke around with an amused crinkle in his eyes.

Sensing your gaze, he turned to look right at you, and before you could even speak, images of last night replaced his figure in front of you: that dark, hot, expression of his that you tried to bury. You attempted to speak again, but it was futile because you’d already forgotten what you were about to say.

“You okay?” He nudged you on the arm with the back of his fingers, concerned. “What are you thinking about?”

At that, your eyes widened. You couldn’t look at him anymore or you’d start thinking about him again. Damn him for saying that.

His brow lifted slightly. “Nothing bad…right?” he asked, cautious. His words sounded reassuring, but the sudden smile that crept onto his face said otherwise. It was almost as if he was teasing you.

And you should’ve been less obvious, but you quickly looked to the side in shame. It was weird seeing this side of him.

Did he know? As perceptive as he was, he still couldn’t possibly know.

Unsure of what to say, you rasped out, “No, nothing bad.”

A lapse of silence that bordered on awkward followed suit, but Armin was quick to change the subject. “Eren and Mikasa are on their way.”

“Oh. I know.” You paused. “Did he send you a video, too?”

He nodded. “Yeah, why?”

You peeked at your surroundings to see if your friends were near you, and to your relief, Jean, Sasha, and Connie were all huddled near the tiny dining area, far enough and loud enough for them to not hear.

Turning back to him, you shrugged. “Because I’m such a hypocrite. I’m over here worried about them being together and alone all the time, but you know, we’re doing that. They probably don’t like each other like I’m thinking.”

He nodded slowly, skeptically, then smiled softly. “Yeah, yeah. No, you’re right. It’s most likely nothing. You’re just…paranoid. Your brain is just making things up. That’s all.”

“You don’t sound too sure.” You chuckled, turning around and throwing yourself back onto the couch. He followed you and sat down, legs slightly spread with a clasped palm resting in between.

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” Armin paused, not quite meeting your eyes. He looked away. “They don’t like each other.”

You doubted the confidence in his statement.

“That was the worst shit of my life,” came a voice in the hallway. Ymir walked out, wafting a hand over her nose. “Don’t go in there.”

Jean made a noise of disgust. “Gross. That’s my bathroom.”

Ymir stepped a foot forward before fully stopping, raising a halfway, accusing finger as she stared dead straight at Armin. “That’s new.” She spared a knowing glance to you, to which you furrowed your brows. “Trying to look good for someone?”

You put two and two together, immediately averting your gaze when you realized what she meant.

“What, no!” Armin shook his head. “I just—I just wanted to.”

She didn’t look too convinced, but before anyone could say anything, there was a knock on the door yet again. You nudged Armin.

“I’ll get it,” he announced.

It was Eren and Mikasa.

Unconsciously, your face lit up at the sight of Eren. He looked good, in the usual collectedness of his demeanor that contrasted the messiness of his tied-up hair.

His mouth opened, but for a second, the words died in his throat as he finally took in the sight of the blonde standing right in front of him.

“You cut your hair?! Since when?”

Mikasa peeked out from over Eren’s shoulder, brows lifting in surprise.

Armin sheepishly smiled. “Just recently.” He opened the door wider as he stepped back.

“And you didn’t tell us?” Eren raised a brow, smiling nonetheless.

“Surprise.” Armin’s smile multiplied tenfold, and he was all teeth now, grinning like he was proud of himself.

“I think it really suits you,” Mikasa added.

“Yeah, I agree.”

Everyone greeted the two, and there was a new commotion in the apartment space, bustling and familiar, a distinct aura that only seemed to appear when Eren walked into a room. Great, another dot to the list of things you liked about him.

Armin finally sat back down next to you, snug against your side.

Eren found a way to your other side, and when Mikasa sat down next to him, he scooted toward you, squishing your limbs together as he attempted to make room.

There was a moment of silent shuffling that everyone followed as Armin scooted further down to make space for all four of you.

You were now sandwiched—practically squeezed—between the two most conflicting boys in your life right now. On your right was the guy you liked, and on your left was your relationship mentee and potential—

Would you ever help me physically?

—friends with benefits.

It was even worse to actually think about it. You didn’t need to say it out loud for it to sound embarrassing. It wasn’t that having a friends-with-benefits relationship was embarrassing, but that it was with Armin Arlert. And it hadn’t even started yet.

You squeezed your thighs together.

“You guys wanna play a game?” Connie threw two controllers in your direction before picking one up for himself. He sat down on the adjacent couch.

Eren laughed out of his nose, retorting, “Well, you already gave us the controllers, so we don’t have a choice, do we?”

You watched again as Connie scrolled through a list of game titles.

But you were all too aware of the bodies pressed against you, shoulders caging you in, almost as if you were under them.

Feeling uncomfortable, you stood up. What you didn’t know was that at the other end of the couch, Mikasa shifted in her seat, which prompted Eren to scoot your way. And in the process of you standing up, Eren’s body knocked right into yours, catching you off balance. And then there was something firm beneath your thighs when you fell, nothing like the softness of the couch cushion.

Hands quickly came to brace your hips.

You were basically sitting on half of Armin’s lap, straddling his thigh as he caught you. Your hand instinctively shot out to support you, landing on his other leg.

“Oh,” you said before you even realized it. And the hands on your hips left as quickly as they came.

“Oh,” he repeats. “Sorry. Careful.”

You fully stood up now, sparing a glance at Eren like you did something wrong, but before your eyes could meet his, he abruptly turned away, like he was caught red-handed.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, embarrassed, but with your back to Armin and the delay in your response and the whole falling-into-his-lap thing, you wondered if you made it more awkward.

Because it definitely was awkward. Especially with whatever there was between you two.

You stalked into the kitchen and hoped that you’d find something to do.

“Y/N, can you get the good sushi?” Connie waved you off, not even offering you a single glance. Judging by the fact that he’d been oddly quiet, he probably hadn’t seen what happened.

You rolled your eyes but were thankful that you now had a real excuse to be in the kitchen.

There was a sudden wave of new voices from behind the front door, and a series of knocks followed right after.

Armin stood up again to open the door.

And as soon as he did, four people that you hadn’t been expecting walked through. Reiner, Bertholdt, Historia, and Annie. This was a perfect opportunity for Armin.

“Oh, hi guys,” Armin greeted, pausing, eyes panning over the blonde girl. “Hi, Annie.”

You chimed in a quick greeting, too, watching as Bertholdt and Annie took the seats where you and Armin once sat with Reiner next to Connie on the loveseat.

That left Armin without a spot, standing aimlessly, as he spared you a glance through the kitchen’s pass-through window.

The moment you made eye contact, though, he came closer. For a moment—and only a moment, your breath constricted in your throat and you stilled in anticipation for a reason you couldn’t even explain. Maybe because then you would be alone with him. Before you could process it, Armin was standing right next to you.

His lips parted to speak but closed the moment you tugged on his sleeve.

“Hey.” You pulled him deeper into the kitchen, leaning in. “This is your chance. Annie’s here. Talk to her, get closer to her…make a move.”

He visibly gulped at your words, shooting a wary glance to the side.

“But everyone’s watching.”

“That’s why you have to be subtle,” you suggested, to which Armin only raised a confused brow. “Sit next to her—like, really close. Maybe if we’re watching something, you could like, whisper in her ear. Or maybe teach her how to play a video game. Annie’s not with our group that much, so just make her feel welcome.”

“Okay. I’ll try,” he breathed, quiet, and you finally realized how close he stood to you and how close you had pulled him in.

Your mind wandered to him again—him asking you such an outrageous, yet tempting, question, almost kissing you, and being so intimate with you.

Now that you’d seen him in a different light, it was hard to suppress thoughts like these.

In a different light.

Wasn’t that his goal the whole time? To be seen more like this? You wondered if he even needed your help because, right now, it seemed like he had already achieved his goal.

Suddenly, he tapped your waist.

“You’re spacing out again.”

But you didn’t reply. No, instead—it was almost instinctive the way you did it—your gaze fell to his lips, bouncing right back to his eyes when you realized what you did.

His brows rose by just a fraction, and his gaze shot to your lips, almost like it was instinct. You watched his throat bob, just as breathless as you were, before his eyes flitted back at you again. There was longing in the way he stared at you, so evident and bright in his blue irises.

“Do you…”

He trailed off, an unsure look painted on his face.

This was really bad timing, but you were just so swept away. You don’t entirely know what or why, but it was along the lines of wanting to just kiss him—be close to him—or the thrill of just doing it behind everyone’s back.

“I know you want it,” he breathed, regaining his composure.

It was sinful. His voice dropped an octave, reduced to a raw whisper. You didn’t think he meant for it to sound this provocative and straightforward—or did he? You didn’t expect this, especially coming from him of all people.

It. He knew you wanted it. It wasn’t “I know you want to” but “I know you want it.” And with the way he spoke to you, it could mean a lot of things.

You swallowed the lump that was building in the back of your throat, taking a sidelong glance at the direction your friends were in.

The living room and kitchen were obscured by a wall, with half of it being a kitchen pass-through window. You were standing just to the side of the window, so if anyone looked in, they wouldn’t be able to see you two.

Right out of eyeshot and—hopefully—earshot.

You felt hands slide onto your waist, slow, delicate, and reluctant. Almost inexperienced, if you could put it that way.

And then you heard footsteps approaching.

Quickly pushing him away, you whirled around, facing the fridge directly behind you, and opened the doors in an attempt to look busy. The plate of sushi. Right. What you came for in the first place.

“You’re so obvious, Armin.”

You stilled for a moment, sushi plate halfway in your hands, because you recognized this voice all too well, even when it was hushed, and after a second too long, you finally processed the words. Wary, unblinking, you turned around, letting the fridge shut on its own.

Eren stopped to bend down and grab a water bottle, eyes locked on you the entire time.

“What?” Armin gasped.

“I know you like her.” Eren shrugged.

You looked at Armin expectantly, caught off guard by Eren, but you couldn’t see his face from this angle.

“Do you mean Annie?” you asked.

Eren was aware of Armin’s crush; that was common knowledge. She was the only person he could possibly be referring to. Unless he was talking about…

You really wanted to know what expression Armin was making, and your confusion only doubled when Eren’s gaze drifted to your form.

Unless he was talking about you?

“Nothing. You know what.” Eren’s eyes were still on you when he popped open the cap and took a gulp of his water.

“You could at least keep it down a little…” Armin cautioned, voice low in a whisper.

A haughty, coy smirk crept up his lips, not directed toward you, but to Armin. “You should at least make a move tonight.”

He shrugged again and stepped out of the kitchen.

“Um, okay. I will,” Armin answered, so faint it was as if it were to himself.

Eren didn’t spare a glance back.

You were standing there still clutching onto the cold plate of sushi, focused on the back of his head. “That was weird. Is he in on this?” Your voice dropped to the quietest whisper you could muster. “Does he know about our…”

“No, no,” Armin answered quickly, shaking his head as he turned to you fully. “It’s only between you and me.”

You muttered an “okay” before you moved past him and into the living room, but as you walked back, you let your head fall in the gutter, and you felt it again now—your heart sinking, stomach churning. The plate was cold under your fingertips, a sensation that brought you back to reality about what just happened. What could’ve happened.

Your lips pressed together on their own—in some shameful, self-aware way. Because your lips were just a second from being on his.

The living room filled your ears with blurts of cries and cheers of what you assume must be a really competitive game of Mario Kart. You placed the sushi plate onto the table, and someone screamed at you to not block the screen, but Connie was nowhere to be seen.

The seating had changed now: some of your friends had switched around, and the rest were missing.

But that wasn’t important. The only important thing was that someone left the spot next to Eren empty and the spot next to Annie, who moved to the other couch, empty.

A perfect setup for you and Armin.

Armin, who you had been getting a little too close to. Who you couldn’t help but want. You wanted him as much as you wanted to help him.

You slid in next to Eren, so naturally and effortlessly that when your thighs and arms met, he wouldn’t have suspected a thing. Because either way, this was normal; you were friends, and that should’ve been enough of a reason for you to be close to him.

In full swing, Armin followed right after, sitting next to Annie—not touching, but a safe distance between them. And for once, as you put the weird tension aside, you were content for the night.

As per tradition, Connie put on a movie, all lights turned off. This was the last movie of the night, a “really funny one” as quoted by Connie himself.

Every time you laughed, you immediately self-sabotaged and glanced at the loveseat, where Armin at Annie sat, brushing shoulders, to see if they were laughing, too. And every time, you heard it louder than your own. You were torn between supporting his advancements and indulging this sense of… selfishness.

You felt the same way about Armin as you do with Eren—felt this strange possessiveness. He was your best friend. And seeing him with someone else made you feel a word you didn’t want to think aloud.

Even though it was the whole point of your agreement, Armin was coming to you just to end up with another girl in the end.

They were close now, smushed together because Sasha wedged herself in the other end of the couch, but she wasn’t part of their world. Armin did exactly what you told him, talking lowly in her ear about God knows what.

You were spiraling. You thought of the almost-kiss from last night, the lap incident, the almost-kiss from earlier, and Eren’s odd comment, and you wondered if Armin was affected, too, just as delirious as you were right now.

Eren was lightly snuggled up right beside you and you to him. You had better things to worry about, like enjoying Eren’s closeness. Granted, Mikasa sat on his other side, but you needed to remember she was your best friend, too.

You turned to talk to Eren, but you were immediately met with green eyes, familiar and watchful. His eyes widened ever-so-minutely, frozen for a second, and flitted to a spot behind you. You didn’t even have to look to know who he was looking at.

Shit, did he catch you staring?

He leaned into your ear. “What are you doing for the rest of the night?” His voice was a prickle against the skin of your earlobe, all low and husky and warm.

“Nothing,” you whispered. “Why?”

“Just asking. We”—he gestured to himself, you, Mikasa, and Armin—“could go somewhere or do something after.”

“It’s midnight.”

“So?”

“I have work in the morning.”

On that cue, the movie ended, music blaring, as the end credits rolled in. Connie had been torturing everyone with movies back-to-back. The kitchen and living room were a scattered, trashy mess of cans and bottles, stacked with empty pizza boxes.

You stood up and stretched, and several of your friends followed.

Jean had already retreated to his room for the night, and some others had left earlier; you were just one of the stragglers that stayed behind.

The lights switched on with a flick, and chatter resumed. Judging from the tired sag on everyone’s faces, you knew this was the end of the night.

Armin was the first to go. “I’m going to head home now. Bye, guys!”

As soon as he finished that sentence, his gaze darted to you for a brief moment. And a little awkward.

You didn’t like this tension between the two of you. But at the same time, you didn’t hate it either.

Your friends said goodbye to him like it was the most casual thing ever, and then he was gone. Seeing him leave early, you felt…sad. Even though he was the one missing out, you felt like you were missing out on him. The movie just ended, but you planned to talk a little more before you left.

Eren came up from behind you. “So, you don’t want to come to my house? I’m gonna text Armin if he wants to, too.”

You startled before peering at him. As much as you wanted to, and as much of a tempting invitation that was to hear from Eren, you needed rest.

“For what?”

“Late night swim in my pool. Like we all used to.”

“But I have work,” you sighed. “How about tomorrow?”

He sighed, too.

“Fine.”

You helped throw away the main horde of trash, because knowing Connie and Jean, they probably wouldn’t clean it up until the next morning. Or the next.

The moment you said your goodbyes and closed the door, you were ready to unwind from all of the little things that happened.

But before you even got to your car, you spotted something.

Was that Armin’s car?

From what you saw from his window, Armin only sat there, still and contemplative, reclined against his seat, for a reason you didn’t know except that it was just like him to do so. You wondered why he hadn’t driven off yet.

He must’ve caught your reflection in the side mirror because his shoulders jolted in surprise, and he turned to you with an expression that melted from listlessness to outright relief. The window rolled down, and you greeted him with a smile that he reciprocated a little too quickly.

“Hey. You left so fast. I still wanted to talk to you,” you said. The scent of his cologne wafted to you in an almost comforting yet overwhelming way, but you ducked down to lean further into it.

He sat up straight, and his head came closer to yours as a result. “Really?” It was boyish—the way he said it, soft and almost sad. “Then…what are you doing for the rest of the night?”

“Nothing,” you replied. “Going home.”

“Can I come over?”

You shot him a look of surprise. The skeptical part of your brain was nudging you, asking you how such a good opportunity like this was actually presenting itself to you. But the giddy pounding in your heart was desperate to let something good happen—to resolve this weird magnetism.

“You want to?” You sucked in a breath. Now you felt bad for saying no to Eren, but you knew that swimming at his house would mess up your sleep schedule even more. “Okay, but you can’t stay for long. I have work in the morning.”

As long as he stayed for just a little, it’d be fine.

“Okay.” A flush of pink steadily rose to his cheeks. “Thank you.”

The whole walk back to your car—no, the whole drive back to your apartment, you were reeling in disbelief. Because you knew something was bound to happen and he was going to ask more from you and the kitchen situation from earlier was left unspoken.

You arrived and piled out of your car. In the distance, he parked and quickly hopped out, jogging to you.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not bothering you with this. I just…” He trailed off. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Oh yeah, how’d it go with Annie?”

“It was fine. She’s hard to open up. I think I was just saying the wrong things.”

“No, no, I can tell she’s just a reserved person. Did you take my advice from yesterday?”

“Um, yeah I did. I tried my best, at least, but I felt like I was overly nice.” He chuckled dryly.

“It’s fine. At least you’re one step closer.”

He hummed in response, shrugging, watching you fiddle with your keys in the doorknob. You both got a whiff of warm apartment air as soon as it unlocked. It was dark and empty; your roommate wasn’t returning until tomorrow.

His hands found purchase in his pockets, eyes looking around idly. “Wow, I haven’t been here in a while.”

“Yeah, sorry. My roommate is always home, and she doesn’t like guests. But she’s not home right now.”

You immediately curled up into your couch and closed your eyes, sleepiness washing over you like a tide. The cushions dipped beneath your body as Armin took a seat.

You could fall asleep like this. You’d even let him sleep right here, too.

It was silent for a while. The more it prolonged, the more you started to tense.

His voice cut through the silence like a knife. “Hey, sorry for earlier. Back at Connie’s. I don’t know what came over me.”

Your eyes shot open, but you stayed curled up, quiet, because you truthfully didn’t have an answer. This conversation was bound to be brought up. You slowly untangle yourself from your position, sitting up.

“No,” you denied. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me either. You don’t have to apologize at all.” An instinctive gulp hit you quickly and forced saliva down your throat, and you were just there, choked up over your choice of words.

“I—I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything. That was really unlike me. It’s good that…it was you, at least.”

Whatever force came over him at that moment…was working. His advances were working. All Armin needed to do was to let that confidence take him over again—to let himself be bold. You shook your head. Neither of you looked at each other—just sitting, talking. And there was something thick and unspoken in the air, resting heavy on your shoulders.

“Armin, I don’t even know why you need my help. I can already see you in a different…” You backtracked, stepping over your words. It was hard to be transparent without making things weird, to salvage as much friendship as you could. “I mean, whatever you’re doing, it’s working. You seem like you know what you’re doing.”

Armin laughed quietly out of his nose, not out of amusement or mockery, you thought, but relief. “R—Really? I don’t know what I did, it just felt right, bad timing and all,” he said.

“It’s fine. It felt right for me, too. You can do anything—” To me. You stopped. “Um, what I—what I mean is, think of it as an extension of our agreement. We can try anything you want. For educational purposes.”

You mentally cursed yourself at your horrible attempt at saving yourself as heat rose to your cheeks. Everything you’d been saying sounded like a confession.

From the corner of your eye, you could vaguely see him dropping his head, face scrunched into a sheepish frown. “Are you sure? What I did wasn’t weird or anything, right?”

This time, you finally faced him. “If I was uncomfortable that time, I wouldn’t have leaned in…I don’t mind at all.”

He laughed again, but this time, it rang sweetly, bashfully. “Okay, um, then can we—can we try something?” he stuttered, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, the certainty leaving his voice as he spoke.

Your heart thumped in your chest as the air surged out of your lungs. You remembered last night, an exact replica of this moment. Dark, late at night, and alone with each other. And he again threw you such a hard request that had your stomach flipping.

Taking in a deep breath, you asked, “What do you want to try?”

He was looking at you now, and God, his eyes were so innocently bright, peering at you with so much eagerness that you wondered if he would always look like this when…

“Teach me how to kiss.”

It came out in a needy whisper, voice fracturing, as if he said it all in one breath. The tension in your chest burst and blood rushed to your head like a storm.

It was one thing to just be kissed—to let it flow in the feel of the moment—and another to be asked for it.

The weight of his words laid on you now, expectant. He came to you for this, and who were you to refuse him?

“S—Sure. We can.” So you shifted closer to him, and you swore the air got heavier, harder to breathe. Your heart felt like it was wrenching itself out of your ribs, beating so hard that it filled your ears.

His eyes bored into you still, unchanging, glossed over with a look of desire that looked so tempting. The blush on his face darkened when you placed a hand on his face, nearing closer and closer. He was soft under your touch, warm and ablaze as you lightly swiped your thumb across his cheek.

“Try to match me, okay? We can stop any time.”

With the final push, you pulled him in.

Your lips slotted against his, slowly and methodically, like you were both trying to get the feel of things. His lips were soft, pliable, and you could feel their plumpness as you pressed into him, urging him on. He moved hesitantly and gently, slower than you, but somehow matching your pace perfectly and so fittingly. You began feeling lightheaded the wetter the kiss became because you couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

You could sense his arm reaching around your body, stopping when his hand grabbed your outer thigh, and in one swoop, he pulled you into him, closing the remaining distance between your bodies. Now, your side was pressed up against his, heat radiating off of him, almost scorching you, reminding you of how close you two were—physically and emotionally.

And then you heard shuffling and the quietest, littlest click, like…like he was silencing his phone.

The kiss was still slow and steady, pushing and pulling, and you could tell he was gaining more confidence. Suddenly, he tilted his head further, pushing, which caused a hitch in your breath. His hand found its way to the back of your neck. He was taking the lead now.

Your face was flushed with heat and your chest was heaving. Lost in the haze, you started lightly sucking on his lips.

It was like this for a while. Sensual and solid and rhythmic as your lips moved in perfect tempo. He was good. A fast learner that took initiative.

You didn’t like having to twist your head like this, so with a bated breath, you pulled away and stood up, hoping for the best. Confusion swam blue in his eyes as he watched you move, like a puppy. Cute.

Lifting your knees, you clumsily scrambled onto his lap, hands gripping onto his shoulders. You refrained from sitting too close because too fast, you thought, too fast for the current lesson and too fast for the anticipation already building in your stomach.

But your plan quickly went out the window because you somehow, somehow, slipped a little too far, inches away from his crotch.

He inhaled sharply as his legs spread wider to support you and his hands instantly grabbed onto the base of your waist. The force of it pushed your shirt up a little, revealing the tiniest sliver of skin.

This reminded you of when you fell into his lap, except this time, you were straddling both of his legs and facing him, and the feeling was nothing like the adrenaline from before. It was all-consuming with desire and just him him him.

“You’re shaking.” You squeezed his shoulders, but you swore you were shaking, too. “Breathe and relax. It’s just me.”

It was ironic; he was nervous now, when before at Connie’s apartment, he wasn’t.

Armin breathed out a shaky laugh, not daring to meet your eyes but rather on a spot on your neck. “I know. It’s you that makes me nervous.”

You couldn’t fight back the smile that crept up your lips, the beat of your heart, and the warmth that traveled up your cheeks.

Looking at him, you noticed it now. The feverish tint of red on his cheekbones and the blown-out pupils, eyes lidded and so dark in this lighting that they almost looked gray. You wondered what you looked like to him right now.

His arms unexpectedly wrapped around your waist, tugging you all the way in until your chests and torsos were flushed against each other and your noses touched. He really did it now.

“Will your roommate be home soon?”

Oh, that was bold. That was bold because he looked up at you with those eyes and pleaded with that voice. You peeked at the time on your living room clock. Just a little past one in the morning.

You weren’t getting any sleep soon, you realized. You remembered Eren—remembered how you declined him because it was late, but here you were.

When Armin didn’t receive an answer, he caught you off guard with a tiny peck to your lips.

You gulped.

“No.”

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tomitsuya · 2 years

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LOVE IS AN ALL OUT WAR!

Synopsis: you’re the latest hire at Titan Co, joining the marketing department, under a team headed by Mr Ackerman. Something about this job, and all your strange encounters make you wonder if your love signs are off the charts this year? There’s no other reason for you to keep attracting the interests of the most eligible bachelors in Titan Co is there?

Genres: romance, rom-com (ish), workplace romance, smau, inspired by reverse harem anime

Feat. Jean, Levi, Erwin and Eren, (supporting cast) Connie and Sasha

a/n: commented the masterlist on all of jean’s route chapters bc i can’t link it :’)

PART 0:

profiles

PART I: COMMON ROUTE

ch 1: first day

ch 2: second day

ch 3: campaign: start!

ch 4: don’t try anything

ch 5: best friends

PART II: JEAN’S ROUTE

ch 1: we have a past

ch 2: mixed signals

ch 3: focus

ch 4: keep playing these games

ch 5: meddling..?

ch 6: cry about it

ch 7: public shaming

ch 8: simp sauce

ch 9: definitive action

ch 10: isn’t it obvious

PART III: LEVI’S ROUTE

PART IV: ERWIN’S ROUTE

PART V: EREN’S ROUTE

ch 1: heartbreaker

ch 2: someone like you

ch 3: eren- 1

ch 4: oh no he’s hot

ch 5: prince charming?

ch 6: do-over

ch 7: same different

ch 8:

ch 9:

ch 10:

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slut4mika · 2 years

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" 𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 "

➳ 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠. - 𝘧𝘵. 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘮𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳

#TAGS!? - afab!fem! reader. praise. degradation. scissoring. use of strap-on. mommy kink. mentions of squirting. spitting. mentions of pussy jobs? mean! eren. sugar mommy! ymir. mentions of subby(ish)! connie.

#NOTE!? - hiii i hope u liked it i have not had a ton of motivation to write but i wanted to start writing again since i just moved from my old acc!!! <33

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

she is very sweet! she likes to give you kisses and massage the flesh of your ass and run her hands across your tummy (and you better believe this girl is into praise).

she is not a fan of teasing, she likes to please you and give you exactly what you want. why wouldn't she? you are her pretty girl.

she doesn’t talk very much but when she’s close you can tell, she just won’t shut up!!! she just wont stop telling you how good you are or how pretty you look, she’s just so needy for you, she needs you to know how badly she wants you.

she loves scissoring, she thinks that it is just such an intimate position - her grinding against your wet pussy while she kisses your calf and wipes your pleasured tears away.

+ “mikasa f-fuck..” you cry, thighs shaking as they try to press closed against mikasa's firm grip holding them open. she peppers kisses up your leg, whispering sweet nothings into your calf. “shh you look so pretty y/n, look so beautiful when you're like this” her eyes watch you closely, intently staring your face which was twisted in pleasure. but her gaze is interrupted by the back of your hand coming up the cover your face. her lips part as she brought a hand up to intertwine her fingers with yours covering your knitted eyebrows. she slowly moves your hand in hers and a smile spreads across her euphoric face. “dont hide your face from me love- sh-shit you’re so gorgeous, so perfect for me, crying under me like such a good girl”

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

he is such a dick. he likes to tease a lot, acting oblivious whenever you're clearly desperate for him just so you beg. he just enjoys making you use your words! nothing is sexier than a girl pleading him to fuck her.

he's into spit, he'll do it anywhere honestly slut. he loves to see your eyes look up at him in confused euphoria whenever you feel his saliva on your face, a small punishment for being such a whore and sucking his dick so easily. there's just something about the way your tongue lolls out to recieve his spit, and the way you never swallow until he says.

he's mean, he'll grab your face so you look him in the eye and tell him who you belong to. you act like a whore and he makes sure you know it. he just gets such a rush from the way your self respect absolutely declines just for him. if you couldn't tell, eren LOVES an obedient bitch.

although eren is mean, when he can tell you're getting close he can't help his sweet thoughts tumble out of his lips, even if its just telling you how good you feel or telling you what a good slut you are. he needs you to know that he is, after everything, yours.

+ "yeah? yeah, you fucking like that? dirty bitch letting me use your little pussy like this" he holds your thighs up to your head, not letting you break the his eye contact. your tongue lolls out at his filthy words and you clench around his cock, pistoning in and out your pretty cunt. "y-yeah shit you like that fucking slut i can feel you clenching around me so hard baby" your eyes are filled with lust and love and you can't help but feel a pang of euphoria in your chest. he just fucks you so well. "kiss me..." you beg as your hands grip his shirt, knuckles turning white, "want you to kiss me eren" your plead leaves him taken aback and his hips stutter for a moment before his lips crash against yours. he moans in your mouth, feeling your legs wrap around his waist and absolutely lost in your lips. you sob out, legs shaking and back arching against his chest. he doesn't pull away but instead buries his face into the crook of your neck. "slutty pussy feels so fucking amazing princess f-fuck. want me to fucking fill this dirty cunt up? wanna give me some pretty babies? yeah i'll make sure you never forget that you're mine"

𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐑

this woman LOVES when you use her. use her thigh, use her mouth, use her however you want. she's not lazy or subby (but maybe she could be 🤔) or anything - far from it - she just finds so much pleasure in seeing how desperately you want her.

she likes when you ride her in specific. ride her anywhere, on a strap or her thigh, she's pretty indifferent about making you feel good. her hands are always on your hips when you grind so prettily on her bouncing thigh. she doesn't say much, she'll just watch you fuck yourself with half lidded eyes and a smirk on her face.

she's not a fan of scissoring but she is obsessed with straps. she loves the control she has over having your face pressed into the mattress, fucked completely dumb on her cock. she'll hold your arms behind your back, groaning nothing but honey sweet words.

and while she might not be able to feel how your pussy feels around her, she is quite vocal. her moans just slip out of her so easily!!! how could they not when you look so cute gagging on her cock like that?

+ “fuck you look so good bouncing on my cock like that” ymir praises lowly, before tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. she watches you intently, dragging her silicone cock in and out of your pulsing walls. your hands quivered as you dug your nails into her broad shoulders. she hissed and her tight grip on your hips tightened. she cursed, trying to refrain from fucking up into you. poor baby just wanted to see you crying on her cock. “mommy please- mommy g-gonna cum!” you sob and your thighs press together, your hands on ymir’s chest as you jolt forward at the feeling of her hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. you continue riding her, ymir feeling your hip falter. "fuck yeah baby, c’mon if you squirt for me i’ll buy you that new prada bag you wanted so badly"

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

he is suchhh a tease. he loves giving you what you want, of course, but he just think you are so cute whimpering and begging him to just put it in. his favourite thing is running his cock up and down your wet folds, prodding the head at your entrance and watching the way your thighs start to shake and your eyes try their hardest not to roll back. its so adorable! (he gets too impatient tho so the teasing does not last long)

he is kind of subby tbh :( he gets so whiny when you ride him, he is so sensitive and the feeling of your pussy is so overwhelming that tears sometimes form in his eyes. he literally goes insane when you put your hands on his chest and tell him to just sit back and look pretty, his breath hitches and he can't help but let out sinful moans that are far louder than any sweet words you could whisper back.

he is so vocal, he loves to talk to you while he’s buried deep inside you. any moan that falls from your lips illicites a gritted “uh huh? yeah?” he simply cant help but let you know how good your cunt is, how slutty that face you make is, how he wants to make you all his - which maybe leads to a plethora of pussy drunk marriage proposals. its not his fault that he’ll say anything on his mind - he’s just so lost in your pussy!!!

+ "oh fuck baby yes" connie's hips thrusting upwards, trying to bury his already deep cock into your soaking pussy. he looked so good right now - his arm behind his lulling head, legs spread wide as he pushed your hips up and down. the desperate drag of his cock paired with his whiny grunts are almost too overwhelming, and your back arches while your head falls back. "mm fuck y'look so fucking sexy princess gonna make me cum 'f you keep doing that" he chuckles under his breath before his teeth clench at you grinding down on his dick. "connie feels so good" you cry, thighs shaking beside his as you continue to chase your oncoming orgasm. he tucks his lip between his teeth, hand coming to grip your waist. "s-shit you gonna cum? yeah? fuck yeah you are, squeezing me so hard, making me feel so fucking good baby wanna cum with you so bad c'mon cum for me"

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plague-of-insomnia · 2 years

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Ch 190: Enforcing the Nightingale’s Will

English Translation & Summary

Please if you use anything from translations on the new chapters credit my post(s).

Ch 190 is about 19-20 pages, with quite a lot of dialog, but I’ve done my best to summarize my translation of it below.

The chapter begins with Bard in the lingering remnants of his dream/limbo of last chapter. He feels something soft and fluffy so he likens it to bread. Yana even has the word for “heaven” linked to the word for “bread” so that Bard is thinking of paradise as “the bread place” lol.

He’s snapped back to things by a “god” like figure— the old man he met when he first arrived— who basically demands to know what heaven and god is like, since he’s never seen them.

Bard quickly realizes he’s in the hospital, his midsection heavily bandaged. He notices all the people around him, and a table covered with bloody, used bandages.

Lau soon directs Bard’s attention his way, “Welcome back to hell!” Which makes Bard take note of the tubing attached to Lau’s arm, and also to his own. He sees the blood transfusion machines and the “Canopus” label, and is informed that everyone who could donated blood to help him make it.

Ada soon intervenes, explaining how Bard had lost so much blood, he was at risk of death, and it was a close call (blood soaked their clothes). But she asked for volunteers to donate blood and indicates the various veterans in the room.

Lau gives a little speech about how, despite their differences in appearance and culture, both Bard and Lau, East and West, share the same blood*, Canopus.

*Yana uses the word 血液, which means “blood,” but gives it the pronunciation, nakami, which means “substance,” implying Lau means much more than the raw product of “blood.” Perhaps even suggesting that Bard is more like Lau than he’d initially thought.

Then Bard says something interesting— 死に損なった — Basically, a phrase that means he “failed to die” when he means, basically, that he’s survived yet again. An interesting way of looking at it. Though Bard seems relieved here, not angry, his word choice seems to suggest he saw his previous life as a soldier as simply one giant suicide strategy, so every time he lived it was like he’d failed to die and rejoin his family.

Still, he’s amused by the irony that the young master’s enemy’s technology saved his life, and his friends from the sanatorium are pleased they were able to be of use.

However, despite how glad Ada is that they can now save lives they couldn’t before, she realizes they have to close the sanatorium immediately.

Although Ada realizes they have to abandon the sanatorium, she doesn’t want to leave any of the patients behind, so she insists she’ll stay with them till she can find another facility to take them in…

Bard is like “don’t be stupid! No one can stay here bc they’ll be sending a new group to kill anyone they find. We have to go—now—and stay hidden.”

So Lau is like, “come to Shanghai then!”

It’s unclear if Lau’s offer is genuine or if he’s staying in character as Dr. Chan(?), because he mentions some sort of leader/elders of some kind being very interested in helping. However, from his unspoken thoughts, we learn he’s eager to deliver the transfusion tech along with willing subjects and someone who knows how to use it (the patients and Ada) because someone will pay top dollar for it. (Perhaps this was Lau’s real motivation for getting involved in the whole scheme?)

Ada, however, is brought to tears with gratitude.

My favorite part was the last few pages, though.

First, we get the reveal that Bard remembers his “dream”/out of body experience, because as the sun sets, Bard muses how “by the time I see you again, I’ll be able to make you a pie. Before you know it, you’ll see, I’ll bake you a pie.” —Clearly referencing what we saw last chapter and how Sebastian said he has a lot more to learn before he’s ready to cook for his family.

It puts what Bard said earlier, about “not managing to die again” in a different light. Has he seen his family every time he nearly died, and despite wanting to be reunited with them, has always been “kicked” back to life??

But the BEST part is the last couple pages. We see Layla trying to run away, but the blood loss is affecting her and she ends up tripping. Soon, she’s captured.

Ron, gleefully sing-songs, “I caughhht youuu….”

(Will we see Othello experimenting on her to find out how the BDs — especially the more human ones like her— tick???)

Looks like we’re finally wrapping up this subarc after about 1.5 years… Maybe we’ll get one or two chapters more, and one as a kind of lead up to Finny and Snake’s part. Guess we’ll see!

**As always, I’m human and fallible, so I apologize in advance for any errors

#black butler #黒執事 #kuro spoilers #bardroy #ch 190 #lau #english translation #ada #conny #old man nicholas #bard #poi translation #poi og #chapter summary #ronald knox #layla #canopus

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lifesver · 11 months

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@fcused said: ❛ some things can’t be told. you live them or you don’t. ❜ / sorry no one believes us and everyone thinks we are nuts

'bet they made it up for attention' was the last thing this fucking guy had said, before leland's fist reeled back — completely independent of his thoughts — and cracked him straight in the nose. because his grin pissed him off. because something flash-fire vicious rolled over in his chest when he talked like he knew maria, any of them. the force behind it might have knocked the guy over outright, if leland's other hand wasn't curled tight in his collar. there's an uneasy murmur in the crowd that follows, and all at once, he could feel their eyes on him.

dull pain pulses up his hand, but he can't bring himself to regret hitting him, to let this guy go that easily. he thinks about the sun beating on his back, blood and sweat-soaked. the sway of the sunflower field, the distant, desperate, screaming of his name. how, in the tall dead grass, he'd ruined his knuckles laying into the son of a bitch that had nearly gutted connie. how he'd made him choke on his own teeth. how he'd kept fucking talking, and taunting, even as his blood spattered the dirt road with every strike of leland's fist.

it only takes her touch, gentle on his arm, and his grip slackens. he lets out a shaky breath, half-wild eyes flicking back to connie. she’s telling him it’s not worth it. she’s telling him these people would never understand. she's probably right. of course she is. but, he wants to cry, feels it burning bitter and unwanted in his throat.

leland shoves the guy back, lets him stumble to clutch at his bloody nose. almost dizzied, with how fast he comes down from the feeling. eyes blink slow and unfocused, as his hands uncurl from white-knuckled fists — as connie's presence anchors him into reality. he steps back, doesn't look, anymore, at the people that had gathered — and stalks quickly in the other direction. before he can do anything else fucking stupid. he thinks he hears something shouted at their backs, but the pitchy ringing in his skull blurs the words.

❝ i should've hit him harder, ❞ leland mumbles under his breath — once they're stood at a distance. he runs an agitated hand through his hair, and he takes in a breath, sharp and unsteady. and he gives her a look that's almost apologetic — less for the punch, more for the scene he had caused.

he flexes his aching hand, feels his voice wanting to splinter again; ❝ … a-are we supposed to just. pretend none of this happened to us? ❞ it's angry, and heartbroken, ❝ — or spend our lives begging someone, to give a shit about our dead friends? ❞ he cuts himself quiet, then, like he regrets his words. stinging eyes fall to stare at his hands, which had caught a subtle trembling. ❝ … when is it gonna stop feeling like we're all alone in this? ❞

#this got long but well.#sometimes ur not processing anything but connie can diffuse his anger in 2 seconds #you talking about how johnny was awful to connie while i was writing this like yeah. leland ruined his face for it #fcused #( ☆ ) ⸻ CH. 1.5 / verse.#( ☆ ) ⸻ THE FILM WHICH YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE... / ic.

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Birthday boy.

Eren x fem reader

(Girl I was rushing to publish this so some parts aren’t proof read.)

CW: Smut, weed , drinking

Being “easy.” Wasn’t something you’d been known for. You’d never really entertained to many guys except for Riner, but after he did you foul you’d been harder to get with. Hell to even invite to anything cause you’d just decline.

So it came to everyone’s surprise when you’d accepted his invite. He didn’t even really treat it like a big deal either he kept the new nonchalant demeanor he’d recently gained.

“You don’t even need to give me a birthday present, just show up ” He joked as he chewed his gum.

“Imma have to do a rain check.” You joked. Then said your goodbyes heading across the campus for your next class.

———

You were in line at the rented out club. It was cold as shit and you regretted your outfit choices. Should of came in some sweats to damn cold for this skimpy dress! You stood holding your arms together till you felt a familiar pair of hands.

It was Jean and behind him was Marco, Marco had a whole ass stress ball squeezing it. You could tell Jean dressed him with the creams and browns.

“Look who’s paying for the consequences of being fast.” Jean said slapping his coat on you, you were about to die from the whole cologne store he had on the bitch.

“You can have the shit back.” You started to see why Marco was about to break the damn stress ball. He needed about 60 dealing with Jean alone. Jean took his coat and settled on line with you. Some people in the back started to complain.

“Where the fuck is Sasha and Connie?” Jean was scrolling through his messages.

“They said they were pregaming and eating a wing stop.” You said putting your hand out for Marco’s stress ball. He gave up on half and you two squished it together.

Jean closed his phone and put it in his pockets and all three of you started to chat.

“Eren is not this goddamn popular.” Jean messing with Marco’s earing.

“You saw how Mikasa was handing out them flyers and Zeke know half of the colleges in the state.” Marco said squeezing some more.

“That’s right the Yeager’s are overachievers.” You said said nodding you head at Marco.

“The fuck Eren overachieving at selling weed with Floch?!” You and Marco laughed as you let go of the ball and rubbed your hands on your short silk dress. To keep them warm.

“Hey y’all!!” Sasha shouted and she dragged Connie to the front of the line were you all were. She then stopped and looked at you. She knew what you were doing. “You trying to get a peice of that birthday boy!” Sasha said and the rest besides Marco started to tease.

“She ain’t gonna get nothing with guard dog ass Mikasa.” Connie said before blowing in his hands. You just rolled your eyes while they all laughed you know Jean didn’t though.

——-

Once you all got to the front they bouncer looked at the list for the names.

“Okay you guys can-.” Before he could finish all y’all was in the door immediately feeling the heat. The music was bumping through your chest, and the lights thrashed all over the main room. “Jean you trying to dance.” You asked. “Where’s Marco-.” You two looked and saw him finding a rotation to join.

“You done stressed his ass out that bad.” You said as y’all headed to the bar to get drinks. Jean decided to ignore the comment and order for the both of you.

“Got us drinking heavy ass brown we just got here!” You put up a fuss but still down the cup faster than Jean. You ain’t really party but you said you don’t be drinking?

“Let’s get our ass on that floor the suit light up!” Jean shouted and you were right behind him.

You you twerked all over Jean and he caught every your threw. It was just code as friends he loosely held your waist and you whined on him. You could hear him hyping you up and you’d laugh out from the fun of it.

But you could see Eren from a little gap in the crowd. Girls had been throwing themselves on him and the party just got started. You’d like a good chase why not entertain yourself a bit.

“Jean let’s go to the front Mikasa up there.” You didn’t want to wait for his answer so you pulled him along. The bass could be felt through all your bones, you let the brown and lust kick in for a few minutes. You knew Jean’s answer as soon as you two started dancing. Y’all wanted and y’all are going to get.

The playfulness between you two, you’d miss his hype ups cause you’d be staring into Eren’s soul. He’d looked back he grabbed some girl and had her dancing with him so he could one up. You could tell he was bored she’d have the same two little wags. The same thing would go on for thirty minutes, and you and Jean left the floor for some water and more alcohol even a little weed.

After a while Jean ran after Mikasa he’d saw her head up the stairs, which left you alone at the bar. You drank and looked at your phone. Till you saw Eren pull a chair up next to you. “Thought you was only gonna dance with me.” He said leaned into your ear. You rolled your eyes at him and put your hand on his lap as you went next to his ear to talk to him.

“You’d have to work for that I don’t dance with anybody, you might not even be able to keep up.” You said letting your hand linger a bit on his lap before pulling away.

“Don’t worry about me keeping up just throw I’ll catch.” He said his voice was sending tingles through your body. You started to wonder what was so special about him that you wanted him. Staring at him as he ordered a drink the soft light highlighting his features, and the way his Adam’s apple would Bob as he spoke. You started to even count the wispy hairs on his head. You watch as his ring infested hand took the glass from the bar tender. You even caught a glance of some tattoos from his rolled up sleeves riding up. You bent forward to talk and he put his hand at the hem of your dress to keep it from riding up.

“What made you invite me to the party?” You asked he let go of your dress and went to speak.

“I just seen you in the hallway a few times and those small conversations we had made me want to invite you…Maybe talk to you bit more.”

You were about to lean in but one of his friends came up. “Birthday boy we need to start that birthday blunt.” Floch said eren got up and pulled your arm. You got down with the help of him and you three headed up to the lounge. You saw Marco up there in the rotation messing with a dude. You weren’t about to say shit cause you were about to do the same.

You came down to the fact they you haven’t had none and ms. Toy from target wasn’t cutting it. You can’t get to emotionally attached anyways.

They sat down and everywhere was filled up. “C’mere you can sit with me.” He patted his land on his lap three times and went to rolling. You went over and sat on his lap. You watched his tongue as he licked the wrapper sealing it off. He handed it to Floch to light it up and rested his hand on your waist. His fingers rubbed the silk on your dress together as everyone sung him happy birthday, till Floch passed him the first hit.

He eyed you almost like he was beckoning you and you went closer once he passed the blunt over, and he shotgunned the smoke into your mouth. You didn’t let it last long just to tease him and he knew it cause he gripped your thigh while giving you the “I’m finna get you.” Look, and you could feel his hand getting higher and higher. He’d rub little circles on your skin.

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After a few more hits y’all did the shotgun again and it was a full on make out, passing some to one another him gripping hard on your ass. He had to pass it while you were devouring his lips. Nobody cared cause everyone was getting some for real. Marco and the guy had got up and left to a different room. You and Eren would of been in the same predicament, but you two wanted to play games.

He was borderline fingering you and you’d be grinding against him. Y’all were in your little world till you came to your senses. “Ren I wanna dance.” You moaned into his ear cause he was still there rubbing. “You think I’ve worked hard enough?” He was eating you being whiny up.

“Yess let’s go dance.” Your voice was soft from being high as shit, he was basically the only thing holding you up. He didn’t answer you the second time he was talking to home more friends that came up. He’s went back to rubbing the silk on your dress together. You started to doze off but he softly bounced his leg, as they wrapped up their conversation. You felt your sensitive bud against that knee as it softly and quickly rubbed against it.

You’d never been this down bad, to were a dude knee had you in a chokehold. Something that was intended to keep you up, had turned into something completely different.

You heard them about to wrap up and Eren patted your hip. “Let’s get up and dance.” He said watching you closely as you got up.

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The floor was at its most packed at this moment, which was good cause what y’all had going on needed to be covered up. Your ass rubbing ass over the center of his pants. His hands letting your dress ride all the way up, as he watched your ass bounce all over him. You made your way back up and you two were just leaving no type of room for anything. His hand traveling all under your dress, as you danced you felt his lips press against your ears.

He started to speak about all the things he’d do to you. You kept dancing grinding and dancing, he kept up caressing every inch of your body. You couldn’t take it anymore, you could feel how wet you’ve gotten over the course of the night.

Lust took over all your senses.

His hair, his rings, his tattoos, his opening on his shirts, the way his voice rattled you, and how nonchalant he was about everything. God he was driving you fucking nuts.

“Eren I need you now.” You said in his ear you pulled away and dragged him upstairs.

As you entered one of the private rooms, they had they had their own music. Soft lights adorned the room he sat down on the booth that was infront of a small poll. You weren’t going to touch something that you had no idea how to use. So you went to straddling him he instantly went to both hands on your ass. You hands cupped his face as you two kissed, it was deep and hungry. You grinded against his lap as you felt him practically knead your ass.

You could feel him getting hard and you gently got his hands off your ass. And you went down between his legs. You undid his pants and he poked out immediately. You began to lick at his base and you could see how his face changed. You could hear his groans as you worked your way up, the tip being the loudest. Then your started to put him in your mouth with your hand in the base. Bobbing your head as you moved your wrist in repeated motions at the bottom. You were making nothing but slurping noises and it was driving him crazy. Then you’d stick it all down Your throat and come back up, but he was so Into it he held your head down. You struggled to come up for air but it added to the effect. The heartbeat down there was getting stronger along with the heat.

When you got back up you looked up trying to catch your breath, Eren wiped your tears as you kept pumping and licking. You wanted him to cum as you watched his face change. You put your mouth over the tip, and let all of it come in your mouth you swallowed it all.

You eyes kept contact through that and he patted the seat. “Let me have my cake.” He told you as you got up on the booth seat. He pulled your panties off as soon as he got down there.He opened your legs with his hands and littered the inside of your thighs with kisses.

Once he had you comfortable with that he started to go in. He started to eat like he was starving. It had you moaning as you gripped his hair. It felt so good your toes curled and your eyes shut. It was so much intense stimulation, cause you never had been ate out before.

It felt like heaven, you could even tell Eren a proper thing. Everything would be broken up as you moaned and your words were clumped. You couldn’t think properly not with him. As he began to start to glide and flick and do some more tricks.

You’d cum.

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You both were on the bed they’d had lube in the room and Eren had fingered you. Like him eating you out like a hungry man wasn’t enough. His fingers had you clutching onto pillows, as he rubbed and pumped his way to your spot. He hit it so good you saw stars early on.

Once you two got deep into it, you cling to his back as he was ontop of you. He looked into your eyes and you watched him as his face would change. His little wispy hairs had flown forward, the green eyes started to see more and more Intimate. He was pumping you so deep you thought it wouldn’t come out your mouth. The only thing you could say was his name, and a weak please as cream coated his dick with each pump.

Your nails grip on his back got harder as you both got closer. You squirted as you came from him continuing to pump as he came inside of you.

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“Did you like your birthday present?” You asked as you both cleaned up.

“My best one tonight.”

#Spotify #eren yeager x y/n #fanfiction #eren smut #eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #x reader #smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #eren jeager #eren x black y/n #eren aot #eren fanfiction #eren headcanons #eren brainrot #Eren birthday

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fogwatcher · 9 months

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Characters that are definitely proshippers

Antis: Do not read beyond this point or you’re a pro-shipper <3

Luz (The Owl House)

Tinella Nosa (The Owl House)

Camila (The Owl House)

Ginny (Harry Potter)

Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter)

Helga (Hey Arnold)

Heavy (Metal Family)

Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls)

Barbie (Sauce Family)

Junko (Danganronpa)

Hifumi (Danganronpa)

Mikan (Danganronpa)

Tsumugi (Danganronpa)

Ibuki (Danganronpa)

Teruteru (Danganronpa)

Hiyoko (Danganronpa)

Monaca (Danganronpa)

Toko (Danganronpa)

Ch!Connor (DSMP)

Ch!Karl (DSMP)

Pinkie Pie (MLP)

Sweetie Belle (MLP)

Yona (MLP)

Steven (Steven Universe)

Connie (Steven Universe)

No, I will not argue on this /lh

#comship #proship #dead dove do not eat #proshippers are valid #proship positivity #proshippers please interact #comshipper #comshippers please interact #dddne #don’t like don’t read #ship and let ship #headcanon #basically canon #antis dni

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sentience-if · 3 months

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oh no!!! Io has stubbed their toe and suddenly can't walk!!! who is carrying them and how are they carrying hehe (<- this ofc implies how they'd carry Io if they were forced to, if I I mean Io has to twist their ankle or break a leg to be bridal carried by these people, I will I mean Io will gladly sacrifice a limb!!!)

ira: physically incapable of carrying anyone 😅 you can use them as a crutch though

Val: sorta happened at the end of ch 1. Val could probably manage a piggyback ride pretty far. not well, but they'll get the job done

Connie: depends on the day. Io can get properly carried bridal style if they've earned it. if you're being annoying, you get thrown over the shoulder

Kat: more likely to steal a wheelbarrow and cart Io around like that. is probably thinking of ways you and her can use this as an insurance scam

klaus: if u think this skinny nerd can carry more than 40 lbs you are mistaken. either you can sit around and wait for him to find like a horse or something or you can man up and let him magic up a leg brace

#ask #sentience if #val #constantine #klaus #ira #kat #connie has more muscle than the rest of them combined but thats not saying much #i keep typing connie as commie 🤔

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enretrogue · 3 months

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𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ATTACK ON TITAN (SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN):

Multi-Character

Fluffy HCs Pt. 2 (Porco, Colt, Zeke, Reiner) — @spiteless-xo

‘Cause I Got My Love to Keep Me Warm (Eren, Mikasa, Porco) — @violetarks

Trigger Finger (Levi, Connie, Porco) — @ilyluffy

Their Favorite Body Part (Erwin, Eren, Armin, Porco, Reiner, Levi) — @tonilovessushi

College Majors (Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Porco, Reiner, Levi, Zeke) — @scumbagjaeger

Them w/ a Cling S/O (Mikasa, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Annie, Reiner, Porco, Marcel, Pieck, Levi, Hange, Erwin)— @420ruffy

Telling Him You’re Pregnant (Zeke, Eren, Porco, Reiner) — @marsbutterfly

Expecting (Levi, Eren, Porco) — @xokiddo

Poly Relationship (Porco + Reiner) — @vainilla-milk

Porco Galliard

Tired Porco Doesn’t Know Where He’s Laying — @mommypieck

Vacation w/ Porco — ^

Porco and Big Tummies — ^

Suddenly Becoming a Dad ⎢ As a Dad — @spiteless-xo

General NSFW HCs — ^

Make Me a Father — @roseofdarknessblog

Suffering the Consequences — ^

Northern Lights — ^

Everything Will Be Okay — ^

NSFW Alphabet — @scumbagjaeger

Breeding Kink (but make it angsty) — ^

College!Porco HCs — ^

How Do You Call Your Loverboy — @cafedanslanuit

Fitness Instructor Porco Galliard — ^

Blurb — @we-are-so-close

So Happy — ^

Yandere(ish) Porco Smut — ^

Game Over — @yeagerdaydreams

Off to Sleep — ^

Kind Regards, I’m Quitting — @persistent-peach

Red Tape — ^

Dad!Porco — @xokiddo

Protective!Porco — ^

Sugar Daddy!Porco — ^

Halloween Prompt — ^

Fan Service — @thegetoufather

Rugby Player Porco — ^

Pink Shorts — @fierydiamond

You Belong With Me— ^

Precipice ⎢ Ch. 2 — @mochalate

Blurb — @tangerinexwrites

“That’s for acting like a fucking brat today” — @fscottcatsgerald

Brat Taming — @nixie-writes-aot

Photo Album — @vainilla-milk

Porco Comforting You After Seeing Your Ex — @dabilove27

My Princess — @angelsdevils

HCs for Porco — @missmeinyourbones

No Strings Attached — @mvrtaiswriting

Husband!Porco ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 ⎢ Part 4 — @lostinwildflowers

Brother’s Best Friend — @oneoftheextras

That’s My Smart Girl — @toorusluvr

Sister Fucker — @ilyluffy

Riding Porco HCs — @ackermansupremacy

Blood ‘n Guts — @luvhotline

BF!Porco Texts ⎢ Part 2 — @plutowrites

Your Daughter Calls Porco “Dad” — @tinyjeanmarco

Worth It — @literaltrashforeverything

Scratch — @whats-her-quirk

Porco Boyfriend Tweets — @re1nerisms

Show Him Who You Belong To — @jean-kayak ༝༚༝༚

Porco Having a Crush on You HCs — @bubbleteaimagine

THE GRAY MAN:

Court Gentry/Sierra Six

Polaroid — @renren-006

His Bonnie on the Side — @wiidvw ༝༚༝༚

Thoughts on Sierra Six as a Romantic Partner — @drivinmeinsane

We’ll Always Have Cuba — @companionjones

THE LAST OF US:

Joel Miller

Live From New York — @cowgurrrl

Beautiful Girls — ^

Love You — ^

Unknown — ^

I’m Still Standing — ^

My Girls — ^

Lucky — ^

Girls on Film — ^

I’m Just Ken — ^

Please Come Home For Christmas — ^

So This Is Love — ^

NCIS:

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Busted — @writeandsurvive

Babysitting — ^

Birthday Imagine — @kdogreads

Blind Dates — ^

Are You Done? — ^

Ain’t Woman Enough — ^

Annoyance — @lizzyk137

Surprise — @encryptidone

We Keep This Love In a Paragraph — @chiefdirector

You Ain’t Alone — @ash-whimsicalfanfic

#navigation

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splaede · 2 years

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AFTER DARK. Armin Arlert (CH. 1)

☰ pairings: Armin x Reader, Slight Eren x Reader

And he turned out to be much more powerful (and hotter) than you'd ever expected.

☰ CHAPTER ONE. armin's question

┌─ ✮⭒｡ chapter summary: A heavy question changes the trajectory of your life, and you settle your feelings by striking a deal with a special friend.

└─ ✩⭒｡ chapter warnings: none

☰ table of contents | next chapter

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It was hot. So, so hot.

With the way the sun's fierce light pierced through your eyes, you couldn't help but stir awake with a groan, wincing and pulling away, and only then did you decide to force your eyes open. You despised it. Waking up was the hardest thing you could do every day, and even worse if it was involuntary.

You sighed and instinctively grabbed your phone, seeing that it was only 12:02 PM. Noontime was always the brightest and hottest. You skimmed over your messages, narrowing your eyes at the most recent one.

Sasha: connie pissed himself

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Never mind. You set the phone down and shut your eyes.

God, you despised how bright it was—how hot it was—and how the sunlight had seeped through the thin of your skin. You squeezed your eyes, hoping to sleep it off again, but the light was still too bright, glowing a vivid orange through your eyelids. It was dreadful, and you could only frown at your interrupted peace.

Not only that, you felt something laying on you—something lying along the curve of your waistline and on the crook of your neck, a mass of heat pressing down onto yours.

And then you felt it.

A breath. A slow, warm breath that bled into the fabric of your shoulders and grazed the skin of your ear.

You quickly sat up, a mixture of shock and confusion contorting your features. As you did so, the arm that was previously slung around your waist and the head resting on your shoulder slid off of you and landed on the mattress with a soft thump.

You weren't alone. Someone was on your bed.

The sound of a soft groan broke the silence and you immediately snapped your head to your left.

Oh, it was just Armin.

A sigh of relief tipped out of your mouth as you watched the boy frown and rise from his sleep, one slim hand coming to tousle the blonde locks on his forehead and the other one rubbing his eyes. His bangs were splayed on his forehead and slick with a light sweat. You watched his serene expression through tired eyes—the way a droplet of sweat trickled down his neck and the way his lashes scattered beneath his closed eyelids.

Unfortunately, your relief was cut short as the heat came back to your senses. So he was the one making it so uncomfortably hot. Alongside the sweltering weather and the warmth that radiated from his body, your nap had been cut short. You sat upright on the bed with distaste on your tongue.

"Armin...?" You called out, his name slipping out of your mouth with confusion. Although, you truly weren't all that confused; it was just Armin, after all. The sleepy boy only replied with a delicate yawn.

"It's so hot," you muttered to yourself, reaching an arm to wipe the sheen of sweat on your forehead and fanning your face with your other hand.

The windows were right next to the bed, gray curtains were drawn wide open. So much light and so much warmth poured in, seeming to sting and scald every crevice of your skin. Then the realization struck you.

This wasn't your room. It was Eren's.

You recognized those curtains, dark and solid. It matched his blanket and pillows, which were currently strewn messily on the floor as you and Armin sat on his king-sized bed. You peered at his cluttered desk, glancing at the young photos of you and Eren plastered on his wall. You spotted an old Fortnite poster that was still hung up for some strange reason (you'd humor him about it later), then his closet, which was untidy and piled with wrinkled clothes.

Oh, right, you remembered why you were here. It was a typical Saturday afternoon for your friend group—one where you, Eren, Armin, and Mikasa would hang out.

Now you had a lot of things on your mind. Why were you sleeping in Eren's room—and with only Armin? And where was Eren himself? Why didn’t he turn the AC on? A spiral of questions rang in your head, blurred by the exhaustion of heat and the drowsiness of sleep. It didn't feel good to worry when it was already hard to ignore the overload in your system.

"Why is it so hot?" Armin finally spoke up, voice breathy, head reclined onto the wall. Sweat melted down the curve of his Adam's apple as he gulped. The sight almost looked provocative.

"Why are you so hot?" you muttered, tone accusatory.

His normally pale face instantly flushed with a deep rosiness. Armin looked down, stumped by surprise and the suggestive undertone of your words.

"Wait, wait—what?" he met your eyes with bewilderment.

You let out a cheery laugh, finding it funny that he took it another way. It was entertaining seeing Armin get flustered. It was...adorable. Armin's face seemed to grow redder. It only egged you on to laugh even harder.

"Kidding. I'm just messing with you. Your body was so hot, though." Your arm came up to wipe away more sweat from your forehead, and you rolled your eyes. Lips curling into an amused, mischievous grin, you remarked, “Had me sweating.” From the corner of your eyes, you could see him smiling a nervous, bashful smile as he cowered away from your gaze.

But your grin died down as fast as it came, and you frowned, remembering the situation you were in. You were still sitting in a stuffy room with no clue as to where the host of the house was.

"When did we fall asleep? And is Eren or Mikasa home?"

He shrugged (the slight hue of rose on his cheeks was still evident), shoulders brushing the silky strands of his blonde hair. "He said they're out buying stuff. I'm not sure what, though." Armin sheepishly chuckled.

You nodded and yawned, and a prolonged moment of silence fell over the two of you. It was a comfortable silence—just you and Armin in the moment, silently basking in the noontime heat. You sank deeper into Eren's bed, and when you finally lifted your gaze, you found that Armin was looking at you, soft blue pastel eyes boring into yours. His face had the slightest tint of pink to it—almost as if...he was still blushing? No, you quickly denied it; it was just the heat, after all.

A tired sigh seeped out of your mouth once again, and you started to speak. "You know, Eren and Mikasa always seem to be together," you noted mindlessly.

"Yeah. Of course." He nodded. "I mean, they've known each other for a long time."

"They've known us for a long time, too."

Armin glanced at you once more. It was a soft glance, mellow—a glance where the light blues of his eyes were glossed with sleepiness.

"I'm pretty sure Eren likes her," you continue. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was your tiredness, but the words escaped your mouth faster than you could register.

Armin slightly frowned at that, shooting you a confused look. How random.

But it seemed to spark a question in his head.

He scooted closer and reached out to let his hand rest on your shoulder, the very same spot where his face was buried just a few minutes ago. He leaned in close—listening close—as if you were about to reveal your biggest secret, and he was going to catch it.

"Do you like him?"

His sudden question rang as clear as day into the hot and crisp air, lingering, unanswered. Your hot breath tingled against his skin as you became all too aware of the heavy silence. Where did this come from? It was unexpected of him, but you were oblivious to your own intentions when you brought up their relationship in the first place. You just woke up, for goodness sake. Your answer should have come easily, yet you found yourself pausing and narrowing your eyes at Armin.

The question repeated itself in your head.

Did you like him?

"Armin—"

You went quiet as the sudden rumble of the air conditioner sounded throughout the room. Slow footsteps echoed outside the door, feet tumbling down the hallway. It surprised you, but you soon relaxed and sighed in relief. They must be home. You took this as an opportunity to tuck Armin's earlier question away into the back of your mind. You'll ponder it later. Hopefully, he'll forget about it soon.

The bedroom door sprang open with a fast click, revealing Eren clutching a plastic bag.

He's here.

He stood at the doorway, a black tee fitted on his figure and loose jeans adorning his legs. Your eyes trailed up to his hands, where his grip on the bag seemed a little too tight—tight enough that veins started to crease his knuckles. You could faintly see a thin-stringed necklace that peeked out from his collarbones, slipping under his shirt. Nothing fancy, yet he effortlessly looked so good. What seemed out of character was the fuzzy white slippers on his feet that said "#1" on one shoe and "dad" on the other. You almost burst out laughing right then and there.

"Yo," Eren greeted, slippers padding against the wood as he took steps closer, only to stop abruptly in his tracks. His usually stoic face melted into confusion and mild surprise. Eren's eyes, teal like jade stones, slotted over the expanse of his bed. "Am I interrupting something...?"

There you sat with Armin (who was still red-faced) with bodies close and breaths intermingling, faces dazed and tired, his pretty hand on your shoulder, and most importantly, sweat running down your skin. The crystal-like shine in Eren's eyes seemed to dissipate and darken into shock. What he saw was two of his friends, who looked suggestively suspicious, on his bed doing who knows what. Not to mention that his bed was a mess, and pillows were scattered on the floor.

"Did you guys...fuck or something? Shit, on my bed, too..."

A sliver of horror swirled to the back of your mind, all the way back to where the breathy sound of Armin's "do you like him?" had been shoved away. The idea of you liking Eren made nervousness wash over you, and even more so when Eren's inappropriate insinuation dawned on you. No, you and Armin are best friends— you and Eren are best friends.

Before you could even speak, a stupefied Armin spluttered out a response, eyes wide and cheeks beet-red, "N-no no! It's nothing like that!" His hands waved in front of him defensively.

Eren slowly raised an eyebrow. "Yeah..." he drawled. He, who hasn’t moved an inch, looked down to the scattered blankets, back to you and Armin, and narrowed his eyes even further at your sweaty faces. The slightest, slightest twinge of pink dusted Eren's cheeks. "Sure ..."

Right then, Mikasa followed in with quick steps. Her pretty face was as stoic as ever, and she, too, carried plastic bags in both hands. The silence was beckoning, and she seemed to notice the tension.

"Is something wrong?"

All eyes dart to her. Eren shuffled on his feet and came close to her ear.

"They had sex on my bed."

Mikasa's eyes went wide, brows quirked and lips tight, and she heard a soft " oh my gosh" coming from your direction. You and Armin reacted the same way—kind of, as his jaw dropped and he blushed hard, but you quickly slapped a palm to your tired face. Eren was always full of surprises.

"No, it’s not what you guys think!" Armin's hands came up in surrender.

You laughed and got off the bed, amusement playing on your lips and eyes. "We didn't fuck, Eren. We just woke up." You yawned.

"Woke up from fucking."

"No. We were sleeping."

"Sleeping with each other."

"No."

Eren rolled his eyes and trudged closer to you, leaving behind a quiet, confused Mikasa.

"You guys were very close." He paused. It wasn't a long pause—just long enough for him to rake his eyes down your taunting stare and your disheveled appearance—before he resumed, "Actually, forget it. Why is my shit on the floor?" His brows furrowed, and he pointed to the pillows and blankets strewn across the floor.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Since when is your shit not on the floor?"

Upon your remark, Eren seemed taken aback but nonetheless amused. "Not true." He huffed and lightly kicked your legs with his dad slippers. Your mouth broke into a wide smile as you brought your hands up to shove him playfully. Instantly, his arm came up to quickly block you, tanned and veiny. The plastic bag rustled in his grip when he moved. "You're asking for a fight you can't win, now."

Too drowsy to deal with his antics, you shoved his arm and plopped down onto the ground as you motioned for your friends to sit. "Just shut up and give us the food."

As if the tension suddenly dissolved, everyone scurried onto Eren's fuzzy carpet as the bags were tossed onto the floor. Armin slid down from the bed, who—unbeknownst to you—watched the exchange between you and Eren with intrigue.

The contents of the bags were dumped onto the carpet: a mix of candies, chips, and a few canned drinks, followed by a...My Little Pony plushie? You couldn't help but laugh, Armin chortling after you.

"Oh." Mikasa took the plushie with a shy frown. "That's mine."

The group erupted in soft laughter. It was a complete contrast to her personality, since something so cutely pastel contradicted her dark aesthetic. "What's that for, Mikasa?"

"It's cute." She blinked. "I'm putting it in my car." With the same shy expression, she tucked the toy into her lap.

"Mikasa, what are you, five?" Eren jabbed—not in a demeaning way, but in a soft, playful manner.

"Hey." You smacked his arm with a bag of chips. "I think it's cute." From the corner of your eyes, Mikasa’s expression bloomed with a rose-lipped smile.

Eren feigned injury as he rubbed the spot where you hit him. "Nobody likes you,” he mumbled.

Nobody, huh? You pretended to contemplate it, hand on your chin. "Hm, Jean likes me." You let his name ring out like silk sheets, stressing the velvety tones of the vowels. Surprised gazes fell on you.

"What? Does he really?" Eren coiled back in confusion, chuckling. Everyone knew Jean and Eren always had something against each other, and the most trivial of things would set them off at each other's throats. But no one knew where it started—it was likely meaningless kid rivalry that eventually continued into their adult years. Friends, frenemies—who knows?

"First it's Mikasa, then it's you," he noted, lips pressing into a thin line.

"Oh, um...when did this happen...?" Mikasa perked up. Curiosity pooled in the grays of her eyes, an innocence that you rarely discern on her. "I haven't mentioned this yet, but Jean asked me out again earlier this week. I said no. Is he...is he messing with the both of us?"

Eyes wide, you refuted, "No way, Jean's not the type to do that. I was just joking about him liking me."

Eren leaned forward with his arms on his knees, and you couldn't help but notice the taut, pleasing way the shirt sleeves hugged his toned arms. "Well, do you like him?"

Again. It was that question again. Only this time, it was about someone else. Jean was undoubtedly hot and tall, but you weren't going to admit that. Before answering, you found yourself locking eyes with Eren, whose pearl gaze burned into yours. For a moment you stammered your response.

"I—no, no. I don't like him."

The conversation ended there, but not yet shifting to another one. You took this moment to recollect your thoughts and simmer down from your little slip-up. There was a sense of unresolved tension lingering in the air...or maybe that was just you? All you could think about was Eren’s question. It was reminiscent of Armin's question.

You mulled over it in your head. Who did you like? Was there even anyone?

Eren?

"Armin, you've been awfully quiet." The man holding your attention broke you out of your thoughts.

Under the penetrating gazes of his friends, Armin seemed to shrink, startled and caught off-guard like a doe-eyed puppy—a puppy with pretty blue eyes.

"Oh, uh, I didn't mean to be." He gave a shy smile and looked down at his hands. "I'm just...enjoying my gummy worms." He held up his opened bag of gummies, popping one in his mouth.

You and Eren watched as Armin offered the bag to Mikasa, whose dainty, manicured hand dove into the bag for a gummy worm—just before Armin fumbled and dropped the whole packet on the floor. His embarrassed gaze rose from the carpet to you as the following string of words crossed his ears.

"Do you like anyone, Armin?"

It was the third time that question had been asked, and you sat expectantly after the question left your lips. This time around, you shot it right back at the culprit of it all.

The blonde froze like a deer in headlights, the blue water of his eyes reflecting a strange nervousness.

"What? N-no...I don't like anybody. Um, not really..." Armin stammered, voice gradually growing quieter. Slowly, a faint rosy hue spread across his cheeks.

"Judging from that reaction, you do." Eren smiled.

"Is it Annie...?" Mikasa asked.

Armin's blush grew scarlet deep, like a blister on hot skin, settling so pretty on his cheeks and ears. "No, s-she's just a friend from boxing."

You didn't know Annie that well—just a petite, serious girl whose droopy eyes struck you cold. You met her through Reiner, but only very briefly.

"Armin, we already know," Mikasa reassured him, but you doubted that it made him any less hesitant.

"I—" Armin accepted defeat. "Yeah, um, I like her. Was it that obvious?"

"Sort of,” she replied.

You laughed at Eren's remarks, Mikasa's attempt at reassurance, and Armin's bashful fluster. As two of your friends overwhelmed Armin about his newfound crush, the impending feeling of heat struck you one last time.

"It's really hot in here. I'm gonna go turn the AC up,” you listlessly huffed, stumbling onto your feet to leave the room.

"It is pretty hot," Eren mumbled, waving you off.

As you lumbered down the stairs, you didn't fail to notice the extra pair of footsteps that pattered behind you. You glanced back, only to find that it was Armin. What was he doing here? Or rather, what was he going to ask now?

The sensation of a hand against your skin startled you. A gentle hand on your forearm drew you back.

"You like Eren...don't you?" Armin spoke lowly into the dim light, eyes equally as dim, pupils careful and trained onto yours. Your brows crinkled, lips parting to answer—more specifically, to say no. But as his gaze drilled into yours, your tongue froze at the roof of your mouth, and the words constricted inside your throat. No answer came out. You couldn't even swallow, nor try again, nor brush it off like you usually do. Hell, you couldn't even think.

Because right now, you didn't know the answer to his question, and no was definitely not one of them.

Another feather-like tug retrained your senses on Armin. He leaned in a little closer, so minuscule that you wouldn't have known any better. "Y/N, I know you do,” he persisted. Though he whispered, everything he said rang loud in your ears.

You looked beyond the stairs, right where Eren and Mikasa were seated in his room.

"Armin, come here," you murmured. With that, you tugged his arm pulling him outside to the backyard. Armin didn't say anything as you led him, and he didn't dare let go of you. The sliding door opened with a click and closed with a slam.

It was even hotter and even brighter out here, even where the shade of the porch overhang.

Armin was wide-eyed, and the rest of his face remained apprehensive. "Why are we out here...?"

"Just in case,” you blurted out. You didn't know where to start. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to tell Armin this.

Nothing to lose, right? You trust him. Armin is your best friend.

You took a deep breath.

"I do like Eren." You paused. "But I don't...know. Fuck, the thing is...I can't tell if I want him romantically...or platonically."

Armin knitted his eyebrows together in confusion and tilted his head to the side ever so slightly. His hand was still clasped onto your forearm, yet he made no move to change it.

"I don't know if I'm feeling this way just because I crave intimacy, but I also want to...be with Eren. I'm not sure of my feelings, but something is definitely there." For a split second, your eyes flitted down to his hand before you continued, "Please don't tell a soul."

Armin nodded and smiled, so pleasantly charming. He removed his hand from your arm, looking at you with those deep, heavenly eyes of his.

"I was like that with Annie at first,” he gushed.

You don't know what prompted you to chuckle, but you did. Maybe it was the cheesiness and youthfulness of the situation: just you and Armin whispering about your crushes like children on a hot summer day.

After a beat of silence, he continued.

"Hey Y/N, um, how about you help me? You have experience with love, so you can help me with Annie. And I'll help you get with Eren. Or, I'll try to..." He mutters the last part quietly, almost shyly. "He's my best friend—I know him the most."

You could only stare at him quietly.

"Deal?" He beamed.

You nodded. The midday heat radiated against your skin as the scent of freshly-cut grass flitted about your senses. As you stood with Armin under the blue shade of Eren's back porch, the moment dawned on you.

This was the pinpoint of what was soon to blossom.

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