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i’ll be posting soon! sorry for the delay, finals week is coming up so i’ve been very busy!

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hiii :) just wanted u to know that i really love the eren fanfic you made (even though its sad) still!! its beautiful ♡

bro i’m literally crying! thank you so much!! 🥲🥺

i’m planning to write him more i’m just tryna get some inspiration for it! :-)

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break the distance - kozume kenma

genre: fluff | g.n reader 

warning: none ( i don’t think so anyway)

word count: 1.5k

a/n: long distance relationship with kenma, my precious boy. also the airport i mention in this is my favorite airport in the world lol, i used to be there multiple times a year to fly out of. i lowkey miss it haha.

if i had the chance, i’d take it faster than a heartbeat

“So, do you wanna fly out and see him?” Kuroo, your boyfriend's best friend, asks. You remember 20 minutes ago wondering why he would want to talk to his best friend's significant other that he met during a random match up in Call of Duty. Kenma and you had never actually met. After a few rounds in Call of Duty he invited you to his personal discord server, late night gaming turned into 24/7 texting and eventually a blossoming relationship. Kuroo and you had only interacted a handful of times in the discord server so his out of the blue DM requesting a call was quite concerning.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I?” you said. Confusion laces your tone. Of course you would want to see your boyfriend of nearly a year, but you were just short of the amount needed to book your ticket overseas. “I just don’t have enough money yet to buy a plane ticket.”

“That’s where I come in!” Kuroo schemes over the private discord call. “What if I paid half and you pay the other half?” Your eyes widen, could you get to see your boyfriend sooner than you thought? Maybe in time for your 1 year? 

“Okay, I’m in. What’s the plan?”

cause when you see the sun, i see the moon

21 new messages.

Every morning you woke up to this. Kenma would text you about his day. Sometimes it would be a meme of some game you were playing or a movie you both watched together. Sometimes he just complained about how Kuroo kept taking his games away. Sometimes he just walked you through his day. Other times it was like today.

We lost our practice game today. I really wish you were here.

Heading to your facetime app, you clicked on Kenma’s name. You typically texted before you called, but you were on a mission to be there for your boyfriend.

“Hey, (Y/N),” your soft spoken boyfriend’s voice breaks through the silence of your room. You hear him shift as he goes to prop up his phone. Kenma’s energy, even though he wasn’t one to express it much, had completely diminished from your call the night before. It was crazy how much could happen while you or he was asleep. 

“Hi Ken,” you breathe, “talk to me, what’s going on?” He shifts in his gaming chair, eyebags from exhaustion becoming more apparent as his computer turns on. He winces at the sudden brightness. 

“It’s just been a long day, Kuroo is beating himself over our loss and it’s hard to watch,” he huffs out. Then he mumbles something incoherent under his breath. 

“Kenma? I couldn’t hear that last part,” you sit up in your bed bringing the phone closer to your face to better hear.

He looks away from the screen, red dusting his cheeks as he speaks. “I just wish you were here,” he pouts.

You smile at him looking at the date marked on your wall calendar. Only a few weeks, you couldn’t break yet, the goal was to surprise him.

“One day Kenma, let me tell you about my dream I had last night, you’ll love it!”

but you’re in my heart, even though it feels like we got stranded

Kenma was acting sluggish and uninterested at practice, which isn’t rare. But what truly was shocking was him not fighting Kuroo when he snatched his game out of his hands. 

“What’s up with him?” Lev leans down to Yaku as they both watch the interaction from the opposite side of the gym. Even though he tries, he fails to be discreet with his questions. Yaku rolls his eyes before ordering Lev to continue practicing his receives. However, the 3rd year was also concerned about Kenma’s attitude today. 

“It’s (Y/N)‘s birthday isn’t it?” Kuroo asks. Kenma nods but doesn’t go to say more. Instead he walks over to the basket of volleyballs. Kuroo takes his phone out and selects a contact he has yet to have a one on one conversation with.

Call me when you wake up.

see you face to face without a screen cutting through 

“Goodnight love, I’ll call when I wake up in the morning,” You smile at your boyfriend through the screen. “Have a great day, and keep me updated!” 

“Okay, I’ll talk to you soon, sleep well,” he gives you a sad smile. As the screen returns to your lock screen you get off your bed and grab your suitcase and head out of your room.

“Got everything?” your mom asks as she gets up from the couch to grab her keys. You nod with a smile spreading wider than ever. You decided to take a red eye so you could still keep up the surprise. 

In Tokyo, Kuroo was taking last minute precautions to make sure everything ran smoothly. Yaku and Lev were set to meet you at the airport and bring you back to Nekoma to watch practice. He was going to keep Kenma distracted, which wouldn’t be hard.

You pull up to the airport and say goodbye to your parents. The hardest part of this whole thing was convincing them to allow you to travel so far by yourself. But, now that that was over it was hard to believe only time and a plane ride separated you from Kenma. You couldn’t wait to see him, hug him, kiss him, tell him you were in love with him. Kenma and you had an unspoken agreement that you were waiting until you met in person to finally say it. You couldn’t count the amount of times both of you nearly slipped up.

By the time you’re through security and in line to board your flight you shoot a quick text to Kuroo telling him that you are on your way. As you settle into your seat you can’t help but fall asleep dreaming the same dream you’ve had for months now. The dream that will finally be a reality once you wake up.

but i am ready with my suitcase by me

Shuffling through the unfamiliar halls of Narita Airport in Tokyo, excitement and nerves run through your veins. It energizes you, finally making it to baggage claim. You were told to look for a tall Russian looking boy and a shorter boy who looks like an angry demon. At least that was how Kuroo described them. You grab your suitcase and walk through the glass doors into the crowd of people waiting for their loved ones. Seems like Kuroo was smart to send the tallest one to come help get you from the airport because you spotted him immediately.

“Excuse me, are you Lev and Yaku?” you ask sheepishly. The boys nod before ushering you to the train. Talking your ear off about how they are so confused how Kenma could date anyone because he was so antisocial. You smiled and joked along with them. 

As you took the train towards the school you could feel the nerves rise in your chest. You watched the windows as you moved through the city. Alternating going underground and above ground. Yaku and Lev distracted themselves bickering amongst each other as you were lost in thought. It wasn’t until Yaku nudged your shoulder that you realized that you had finally reached your stop. You follow them as they lead you to Nekoma’s campus. 

In the distance you can see the gym where your boyfriend probably was currently. You couldn’t even picture what was about to happen. You were so nervous.

“You ready?” Yaku turns to you as you finally reach the door to the gym. Smiling you nod as they usher you inside the gym, you scan the room searching for the dual toned hair of your boyfriend. When you finally spot him the world seems to stop. He is in a rather comical predicament, his back is turned to you as he tries to snatch his game back from Kuroo who holds it just out of reach. Kuroo notices you almost immediately, and says something incoherent to Kenma who whips around to face you. 

The shock that plasters the boy’s face is enough to send you sprinting full speed towards him. You crash into him so hard you are knocked to the floor. It takes him a minute before he finally wraps his arms around you pulling you even closer. 

“Hi,” you whisper.

“Hi, I love you,” he whispers back.

“Wait! I wanted to say it first,” you pout, pulling back to look him in his face. “I love you too.”

Kenma’s face heats up so quickly and he attempts to look away from you. 

“Alright, you two lovebirds we need to practice, (Y/N) you can have your boyfriend back after,” Kuroo teases. You smile nodding, helping Kenma to his feet. Suffice to say practice goes anything but smoothly, any time Kenma got a chance to break away he snuck over to you until they dragged him back in. According to Kuroo, it was harder to keep Kenma away from you than his games. 

Once they finally called practice to a close Kenma immediately wrapped his arms around you.

“I am so glad you are here, happy anniversary.”

maybe one day we can break the distance

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i’m going to add jjk and bnha to my list things i’ll write. i am almost fully caught up on both the mangas (just a few chapters left in each until i’m caught up). so feel free to send in requests for them!

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if you want love - oikawa tooru

genre: hurt/comfort | g.n reader 

warning: none ( i don’t think so anyway)

word count: 1.4k

a/n: oikawa hurt/comfort is my favorite to read. honestly this is my favorite fanfic i have written in a minute (including my fanfics not on this account).

i just need a moment in my own space

Oikawa has grown a lot since high school. Not only in height, but his resilience and motivation as well. He loved Argentina, his new teammates, the culture, hell he could not even count the amount of things he felt blessed that he got to experience.

However, as much as he was surrounded by people he had never felt more alone. When he returned to his room after hours of training he felt the urge to call you. But, he can’t. He remembers the conversation like it was yesterday.

“I don’t see why we can’t make it work, Tooru?” tears in your eyes as you pleaded for him to see things from your perspective. 

“(Y/N), I’ll be thousands of miles away. Plus how am I ever going to experience life if I-” he cut himself off, eyes widening. Why would he try to say that? That’s not what he meant.

“If what, Oikawa? If you’re trapped in this relationship with me?” now the tears fell freely down your face.

“No, (Y/N), that’s not what I meant,” his brain failed him, he still loved you. He was just scared to lose you at a distance.

He cringes at the thought. Picturing you walking away from him as he struggled to find the right words. It has been six months since you’ve spoken, but Mattsun and Hanamaki give him constant updates on you. As the three of you opted to go to the same university. He knows you’re single, he has your new number, all he has to do is click the call button.

And so, he does.

in the pointless conversations with the old me

Serve after serve smacks the floor in the gym. It’s deafening, but Oikawa couldn’t care less. I must be better, I have to do better. His exhaustion clouding his judgement as he starts to hit serve after serve out of bounds. Finally after what could be hundreds of serves Oikawa drops. He couldn’t remember when he started crying. Maybe right as he fell to his knees or maybe it had been happening the whole time. Why can’t I just be good enough?

A weight settles itself on Oikawa’s shoulder. He snaps to look at the person immediately wiping the tears out of his eyes and trying to give his typical carefree smile.

“Oikawa-kun? Are you alright?” your words seem to be the trigger as his eyes well up with tears once more. You hug him tightly, Oikawa may have just been the obnoxiously pretty popular boy in your class. You had always seen him full of confidence, borderline cockiness, and joy. To see him in this state was a jarring realization that Oikawa wasn’t just the enigma you thought he was, but a person.

“I know you don’t know me very well, Oikawa-kun, but whatever it is you don’t have to go through it alone.”

tellin' me it doesn't mean it's wrong because it feels right

“C’mon Tooru! You have to go! I don’t want your coach to go off on me,” you giggle as Oikawa pulls you further into his embrace. Peppering kisses down your neck and shoulder. You finally manage to make him pull back, however instead of leaving like you have urged him to do, he stares deeply at you. You feel the blush rising to your cheeks as he finally breathes out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

“Okay, but I will see you tomorrow!” He kisses you goodbye and jogs into the gym.

“Okay, love you!” you respond just as he pushes through the doors of the gym. Your eyes widened, did you just tell Tooru you loved him? You had been dating for nearly four months now, it was bound to be said soon, however you never expected it to slip out like that. You assumed Oikawa didn’t hear you as you didn’t say it loudly and he was already inside. However, he heard you loud and clear. 

His mind raced all through practice, you loved him? He had convinced himself he didn’t deserve you. He couldn’t deny how warm his heart felt that the person he found so beautiful and amazing possibly saw him the same way. Oikawa did not know how to process this which left him playing terribly the entire practice. But, for once, he didn’t seem to care. After practice ended and he got an earful from his coach he began to walk home with Iwaizumi.

“What is wrong with you today, Shittykawa?”

“Iwa-chan! You know how much I hate that name!” Oikawa deflected, however the gaze of death Iwaizumi had on him made him fold in record time.

“(Y/N) told me they love me.” Oikawa stops walking as he admits it to his best friend.

“And?” Iwaizumi crosses his arms as he looks at Oikawa with a slightly confused look, this should make Tooru happy, not whatever this was.

“I love them too, don’t get me wrong,” Oikawa breathes, “I just don’t understand how they can truly love me. They’ve seen everything they know I am not the perfect boy all those fangirls seem to think I am.”

“You dumbass, you didn’t say it back did you?” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes and shoves his friend in the direction of your house. “You need to go tell them, they love you in spite of everything wrong with you, you need to get your head out of your ass and be the man they deserve.”

All Oikawa gives is a nod before he is sprinting in the direction of your house. The pounding at your door jostles you from the half asleep daze as you watch some shitty romance comedy. Assuming your parents just forgot your house keys you don’t bother to look through the window before opening the door only to be met with your severely out of breath boyfriend.

“Toor-” you are cut off by his lips smashing into yours. It takes him a few seconds but he pulls away and meets your eyes.

“I love you (Y/N), so much.”

i'll sit in the living room and laugh with kids of my own

The arm of your husband, Tooru, rests over your shoulder as you listen to your son and daughter recap their crazy day at school. You are completely enthralled by the dramatic reenactment your son is making of how his lunch tray spilled all over the much hated lunch monitor. Tooru, on the other hand, is completely captivated by watching your reactions to your kids. He is so glad he called you all those years ago.

“Hello, this is (Y/N) how may I help you?” your voice rang through the phone and shot straight through his heart.

“Hey (Y/N), it's Tooru or, uh, Oikawa,” silence rings over the line for a minute. He has to check to make sure you didn’t hang up on him.

“Why are you calling?” as much as you tried to hide it, he could hear your voice break through the speaker of his phone.

“I know you might not want to hear this. I just have to say everything I didn’t have the strength to say 6 months ago. (Y/N), I love you so much. More than anything, and I am so sorry for what I said. I didn’t know what I wanted back then, but I know now. I wanted to see and experience the world with you, not without you. I was scared of you experiencing things without me when we lived apart and I let my insecurities get the best of me. I am so sorry. Please let me make this up to you.” Oikawa is nearly sobbing by the end of his confession. 

After a few minutes, your breathing and Oikawa’s sniffles are the only noises shared during that time.

“Okay,” you breathe.

“Okay? Okay! (Y/N), I promise I will make up for it. I love you so much.”

He made up for it tenfold. He worked at fixing your relationship harder than he ever worked at bettering his volleyball skills. Your eyes finally meet his.

“Tooru, have you even been listening?” you whisper to him.

“Sorry, I was preoccupied by watching the most beautiful person I have ever seen,” the cheeky smile he sends you after is enough to earn him a soft shoulder shove.

He found a love greater than his passions, and he was never letting it go.

if you want love, you gon' have to go through the pain

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8 letters - eren jaeger

genre: angst, a little fluff but mostly angst | gn! reader

warnings: mentions of death

word count: 1029

a/n: season 4 part 1 spoilers, slight implied manga spoilers. here is my eren playlist. its painful so be warned.

you know my worst, see me hurt, but you don't judge

Waking up today you never expected that Trost would be attacked. Nor that you would watch as your boyfriend was swallowed by a titan ending his career as a soldier before it even started. Although, neither of those were as shocking as watching your “dead” boyfriend rise out of a 50 meter titan.

Now you were hidden under a decayed part of a titan completely submerged in steam. Your boyfriend explains quickly how he has no idea what is happening to him, and asks you and your two best friends to trust him. Soon enough you all are left with the plan of sending Armin to convince the rest of the soldiers of Eren’s use and capabilities. As you watch the blonde make his way out of the steam, you feel Eren’s eyes on your form. Turning you look at his desperate and pleading eyes. Please believe me. A silent plea.

With no hesitation or reservation you reach out to Eren and grasp his hand tightly.

“I trust you, Eren.”

i've been hurt so i don't trust

You could see the steam radiating off of Eren’s head as Jean lets off insult after insult in his direction. The next thing you know Eren is meters away storming into the forest. He hears you call out his name but he doesn’t stop, he doesn’t want you to see him like this. You are all but chasing him. 

“Eren, come on! Just talk to me!” You finally break the tree line and are gaining on him.

“Can you just stop? Please.” Eren halts head whipping towards you once the words leave his lips. His outburst stuns you to a complete stop. Tears brim his bottom lashes on the verge of spilling over. He tears his eyes from yours once he sees worry fill them. Unable to find the right words to say you stride forward and hug Eren into your chest. Recounting Jean’s last insult, you say the only thing you could think of to prove it wrong.

“Eren, you are more than enough for me.”

isn't it amazing how almost every line on our hands align?

Eren’s hand almost never left yours. Whenever he would wake up after a long mission as a titan, he would search for your hand. While you were getting bandaged up after a nasty fall using ODM gear, his hand grasped yours tightly. Nights you spend alone behind closed doors he could spend hours tracing the lines in your palms.

You remember the first time he tried to hold your hand. During the winter trek you took as cadets, every part of everyone was freezing. He kept brushing his gloved hand over yours. After about 30 minutes of this you could see how frustrated he was getting that you weren’t catching on. Little did he know you were aware of his game from the beginning, wondering when he was finally just going to give in and grab your hand.

Eren’s pout is so obvious, most believed it was from the cold but you knew better. Finally, you gave in and intertwined your hand with his.

“You could have just asked, you know?”

it's like i'm whole again, isn't that a sign?

The steady warmth of your breath that is released onto his neck every three seconds, he’s counted, never fails to fill his heart with love and adoration. He’s never felt more at home than when you were in his arms. He can’t help but hold you a little tighter. How did someone like him deserve you?

He knows he’s got limited time left with you. The weight of the founding and attack titans’ memories is too much to put under lock and key forever. But how he wishes he could. Honestly, he thinks if you were to even mention running away from all the mess. He could think of nothing better than spending the last few years of his life with you. But he can’t.

“I love you.” he whispers, only when he’s sure you’re asleep. He wishes he could say it to your face, see your eyes widen with shock and adoration. How he wishes he could just hear those same three words back.

If only the world was a kind place.

why do I pull you close?

Eren craves your touch. To him, you’re a drug. All he wants in his life is to hold you and never let go. After every mission he’s there, practically begging for your attention. However, as time goes on his touches become more desperate. As if he’s hugging you like it is a final goodbye.

You remember the night before Eren left the group and disappeared to go undercover in Marley. He had been acting normal despite the fact that his hand never left you. Eren normally reserved his physical affections for times when you were away from the public eye. That day he didn’t care.

Eren knew that was the last day he would be your lover. He knew that once he left, it would be over. So, as he walked you back to your quarter and you turned to him to say the words he had dreamed and feared hearing.

“I love you, Eren.” He gave a pained smile, kissed your forehead and walked away.

and then ask you for space

“Why?” Military bearing failed you as you stared into the empty eyes of your lover. Or ex lover, you weren’t quite sure. Your voice remained steady, however the tears flooding over your lashes gave you away.

“There is no other choice, (Y/N), only war,” before you could come up with a response the door to the room opens. Connie stands at the other side of the door, eyes wide and unblinking.

“Sasha is dead.”

The manic laughter you hear from your ex lover can only be described as psychotic. As you run out to go pay your respects to your fallen friend, Eren knows he’s lost you forever.

I’ll love you forever, (Y/N). I’m so sorry.

if all it is is eight letters… why is it so hard to say?

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what i will write:

fluff, hurt-comfort, angst

what i will not write:

smut (sorry i just don’t feel comfortable writing it yet), dark themes, yandere (idk how to write it, lol i’ve tried and can’t get it down.)

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mikasa ackerman

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akaashi keiji

genshin impact

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beidou

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keqing

nigguang

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kamisato ayaka

thoma

arataki itto

kaedehara kazuha

kujou sara

arataki itto

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tartaglia (childe/ajax)

boku no hero academia

-ua students

bakugou katsuki

midoriya izuku

todoroki shoto

yayarozu momo

jirou kyoka

ashido mina

kaminari denki

shinsho hitoshi

kirishima eijirou

sero hanta

uraraka ochaco

-ua teachers

aizawa shota

-pro heroes

takami keigo (hawks)

-league of villains

dabi

shigaraki tomura

toga himiko

jujutsu kaisen

-1st years

fushiguro megumi

itadori yuuji

kugisaki nobara

-2nd years

zenin maki

inumaki toge

okkotsu yuta

zenin mai

miwa kasumi

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peace - armin arlert

genre: a little angst if you squint, but mostly fluff | g.n reader i believe. I don’t think i used pronouns for anyone other than armin.

warning: none ( i don’t think so anyway)

word count: 1.1k

a/n: there’s gonna be a second one of these at the bottom to talk about some of my head cannons lol. events in the story are not chronological! also, this is my first work on this account and this fandom so feel free to request! finally, i was listening to my armin playlist while writing this, here is the link for it! enjoy!

our coming of age has come and gone

Sapphire orbs you have watched harden over the years almost regress to their childlike softness when his eyes meet yours. Only yours. His confidence still fluctuates behind closed doors, but that’s when you get to see the Armin you fell in love with. The one you loved even without his successes and his commander title. The bravest man you know.

“Armin?” your voice carries to where your lover sits sifting through a plethora of files and reports from his subordinates. He is resting his forehead on a closed fist as he uses his other hand to keep his eyes focused on the words in front of him.

Armin hums in response bringing his tired eyes up to meet yours with a weak smile. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to fight you off once you started pestering him to come to bed he puts a placeholder where he was reading and rises from his chair.

You meet him halfway even though you were just going to walk right back past where you were. Both of you did this, symbolic of how no matter what happens you’ll always meet each other halfway. Intertwining your hands you walk with him to your shared quarters.

you paint dreamscapes on the wall

You could listen to him forever. Armin always had a way of telling you about his research and discoveries that had you fully enthralled. However, as he was professing his love for the beautiful ocean waves, what he said next surprised you.

“If I had one wish, I would wish for nothing more than living by the seaside forever with you,” his eyes bore into yours with such sincerity and a hint of bashfulness. Your hand reaches up to caress his face, a doting smile gracing your lips as you lean in and press them to his. 

“I love you, Armin. Spending forever with you would be a dream.”

sit with you in the trenches

You watch chaos outbreak over Marley as Eren attacks. You had been assigned to the strategic and logistics team to remain on the blimp as the rumbling occurred. A flash of light directs your vision to the alarmingly tall colossal titan, your boyfriend, as he wrecks havoc by the port. 

Both of you didn’t want this. The destruction and death, both of you were tired of it. The only peace you had in these moments was knowing that the other was out there fighting alongside you. As the blimp swooped over to pick up Armin you waited by the door, ready to help him in. 

As soon as Armin looked up to you, you could see the pain and exhaustion hiding behind his eyes. His hand gripped yours tighter than normal as you pulled him inside and he didn’t let go after. Before he goes to report to Hange he drags you into a separate room in the blimp away from the public eye. As soon as he closes the door he pulls you tightly to his chest.

“I hate this,” he breathes. His face nuzzles into your neck, taking in your scent as it reminds him you’re here with him.

“I know ‘min, me too.” 

give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other

The stars seemed to shine brighter than they ever had that fall night. However, Armin lies on the ground, eyes fixated on the one thing he cares about the most, you. You seem to shine brighter than anything he has ever had in his life, you even put the sun to shame. Oh how he wishes he could put into words how much he wants you to never leave his side. For months he has been rehearsing, writing drafts upon drafts on why he wants you in his life and bound to his soul forever. There are no words that could even come close to how much he loves you.

So, silently, Armin rises from his position. You are lost in the beauty and peace of the clear night, and fail to notice your boyfriend kneeling next to you with a pearl ring caged between his pointer finger and thumb. In his head he’s still swimming through ideas of what to say, how to let you know he loves you more than anything. But, as you turn your head to look at him, your wide eyes flickering between his desperate eyes and the ring in his hand, it tells you everything he feels and everything you need to know. 

“Yes!”

but i’m a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm

You feel the weight of Armin’s hand on your shoulder. However you are too riled up by Floch’s words about your boyfriend to even process what the gesture means.

“You can keep your opinions to yourself Floch! A decision was made, who are you to determine if it was the right one?” You continue on the red on your face fueled by Floch’s disregard and respect for Armin’s life and his contribution to the scouts.

“Armin is the future of the scouts! He is the future of humanity! He is the bravest, smartest, most compassionate man I have ever known. So who are you to determine the worth of someone's life, when you aren’t even half of what he is?” Floch storms off after you finish your outburst. Armin’s hand falls from your shoulder to interlace with your hand. 

“Thank you (Y/N), I love you.”

if your cascade, ocean wave blues come

After the battle in Trost you felt traumatized. However, nothing would have prepared you for the death of your best friend, Mina. As the 104th cadet corps were funneled back to their barracks you were in a daze. It wasn’t till you were alone on the steps of the barracks when you finally let it hit you.

Tears flooded out of your eyes as you bit your hand to keep the choked sobs silent as they jolted your body. You felt the body heat of someone next to you, eyes snapping up to reach his calm ocean blue ones.

“(Y/N),” he says, not in a judging or questioning way, but a way to bring you back to the present. Armin had always looked out for you. Even though you weren’t as close, and tended to stay with different crowds you had always admired him. That night he sat with you, sometimes in silence, sometimes listening to you reminisce about old memories with the people you’d lost. From time to time he would share his memories and thoughts. A silent promise was made that night, that even if you would never have peace, you would have each other. And that was enough.

would it be enough if i could never give you peace?

a/n:  i love the idea that armin, who always has so much to say is speechless when asking the love of his life to stay with him forever. like he feels like he could talk forever and never even reach anywhere close to how much he loves them. anyway i also head cannon that modern armin is 100% a swiftie and i stand by that.