#i miss eremin

[renzzy]

aot if it was cool and awesome part 1 of maybe multiple?? im not sure yet but i have more ideas

[whatwirt]

tryin this tumblr thingy again

[missgallavjch]

just remembered that eremin is canon (eren promised in a sea of blood to wait for armin in hell so that they'll stay together forever 😁)

[aengelren]

“Armin, we’re going to see the ocean. There’s so much for us to see”

Eren and Armin official illustration

[chaotic-on-main]

y'all I just- listen. I'm having such a hard time with emotions right now.

i'm not kidding when I say that watching Eren and Armin's interactions throughout the entire final episode just really warmed my heart. to see the love they have for each other, the banter and the vulnerability tied in with the mischievous mocking and searching for understanding. I just- their love is portrayed so well and it makes me smile so big because I saw myself in them with my best friend.

"We'll be together forever, in hell."

like, yeah you will 😭 because best friends follow each other wherever it may be.

[sunlightperceus]

If ur not missing ur autistic husband, what ARE you doing ???

[salvatoreren]

something about armin never lying to eren EVER

[babluvsu]

All of these have their own respective storylines I just need to know which one to write first.

[eveomo]

“i’d fly to you tomorrow, i’m not fighting in this war”

[staarshy]

***

“ because when i call, you better pick up your phone. i wanna talk to you,

i hope you answer ”

[s1llycilantro]

kiwi find a fandom and stick w it challenge (impossible challenge)

anyways look at my beloved

[midnightlighthowlite]

Ok, I'm actually obsessed with this, so if i may...

It's hard being himself at times. Armin had never been good at facing the horrors, and, as they grew with the years, Armin hasn't gotten better at it. Sometimes he's still that fresh faced cadet on a Trost roof, covered in titan spit, watching a titan bite his friend in half.

He's watched the same friend get out, but he doesn't remember that.

He doesn't remember much of the present either. Whole spells of time, hours, days even are gone from his memory. His friends are there, but they aren't his friends anymore. But Armin isn't the same either.

Jean isn't the same brat who wanted to join the MPs, Eren isn't the same friend who jumped into a titan for him, and Armin hasn't been Armin since he stopped being Berthold.

Only Annie is the same. Locked in her Ice, she's the same person she was when questions still held somehow hopeful answers. When knowledge brought something better than pain.

Paradis is falling around him, and Armin can't squeeze his heart to hurt a little more. It hurt when he learned that the world they've been searching for wanted to see them dead. It hurt to knows he'd never fill a dead man's shoes, that his friend's love for him doomed the world.

Marleyans coming doesn't hurt as much as it probably should. It's a small aching in the hollow of his heart, nothing but another beat to the symphony.

It may be selfish - it is selfish, he will admit that- but it hurt more when Eren and Mikasa left. Even after Shiganshina, after Trost, after Reiner and the Basement, there had always been the three of them. Holding hands, chasing each other, napping under a tree. If their trio were to split, it would be through Death or the Will of Yimir herself. It had been an unshakable tenent of his world, stronger than gravity, that there would always be the three of them together.

But Eren and Mikasa left. They left him, and Armin couldn't even be mad at them.

What right did he have? To be mad? To hurt?

He'd had a second chance at life and wasted it. He didn't know why his friends abandoned him, but they must have had a good reason to break his world in half.

The sound of guns clocking had become way too familiar these past few years. " Raise your hands!" The soldiers scream, in a very clear Loberio accent.

Poetic, isn't it.

He turns to see them - faceless shadows - like all the people he slaughtered, like they had been to Berthold all those years ago - and takes a deep breath as they shoot.

There's pain but there's also a crack as glass hits the ground and soldiers scream.

This can't be. Annie's glass is indestructible. For four years they'd tried and failed to free her, and failed.

Despite this, Armin turns. Blue eyes - blue like the day he'd betrayed her - stare at him and a hand ( wet, warm) presses into his cheek. Heat errupts from his face and lightning cracks at the tips of his fingers.

He is Armin, but he is also Berthold and the many nameless Colossals before him, and he is 60 meters above ground.

Absolutely adore your art! Wb some Aruani angst (up to your interp as to why)

Heya ! First off : thanks !! Glad you like it :D Also, sorry i'm super late- but okay here goes I have this gut wrenching AU i inflicted myself , where i imagined what would happen if Eren and Mikasa actually ran away together and how it could sign the end of Paradis. Its pretty angsty and hurt / no comfort so continue at your own discretion please-

Marley is finally able to finish what they started on the island with their search for the coordinate, killing military and civilians alike in their quest. Yet, their target is nowhere to be seen. The paradisians soldiers as a whole were no match. Outnumbered and with a technology far behind, they are falling like flies. Levi's squad is barely holding on, something remarquable considering their small number. Still, something felt very wrong; Where the hell is Armin ?! He wasn't quite de same since his two closest friends left. He became way quieter, a shadow of his past self. His absences were noticed. It wasn't the first time he missed his duty, though nobody had the heart to sermon him or ask him where he went. But today was one time too many.

By pushing their way into the inner walls, Marleyan military eventually find the place Annie is secluded. And that's where Armin stands, by her side. At a time where he felt utterly lost and confused, coming here was the last thing keeping him sane and giving him some comfort. The soldiers aim at him. Shouting undecipherable slurs Armin doesn't totally catch. He seems very unbothered by the intrusion, as if he knew all along they would eventually come here. Maybe it's his punishment for deserting his comrades, or for misunderstanding his best friend's distress... Maybe it's his punishment for killing Berthold, or for betraying Annie. Maybe it's his punishment for being so weak and such a disapointment. It doesn't really matter anyway. He seems at peace for what comes next.

(Maaaybe it's more Armin centered than Aruani ,sorry ! But i think there's potential for Aruani angst, especially if he's not shot on sight-)

[purple-corpsez]

I know I said I’d draw Eremin, I hear you all screaming. But I also miss my baby girl Jean, so I decided to do Eren’s insane descent into gay hell, crushing on two WILDLY different men

[ocean-eyed-lovers]

I can't decide if Eremin is the biggest missed opportunity in the history of shounen manga (because of heteronormativity) or the biggest queerbating in the history of shounen manga

[stopthatnel]

the throne

eremin x reader smut MDNI!

s: one of your boyfriends just bought a new chair, now both of them are acting weird about it.

a/n: hello?! testing testing is anyone there? two uploads less than 24hrs apart? say thank you and good bye to my ovaries. this was also supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away hehe

cw: voyeurism, choking, overstimulation, polyship, use of ‘princess’ (like once tho), hair pulling. wc: 1.14k

m.list

armin and eren are absolutely in love with you but armin is a goddamn freak. when armin went out and purchased a love seat that was in quite resemblance to that of a throne, you rolled your eyes at the waste of money. you’d grown a little irate when you’d come home one night and see armin and eren trying to carry it into your bedroom, but said nothing of it. armin’s always had these slight fixations in certain things around the house, thinking that this was one of them. it wasn’t until your ass was in the air and your face buried into the sheets did you realize that armin got it for a reason.

he sat on it with his legs spread widely, cock in hand and eyes fixated on the two of you. while you thought eren would be calling the shots most of the time, it was truly armin pulling the strings in the dark. his hand jerks to the thwap thwap of your skins colliding, tightening his grip each time eren would moan, or coo.

he could barely hear your moans, your whines, whimpers. all because your face was buried in those damn sheets. “(y/n),” he’d call for you, a slight tremor in his voice. “let me see you, baby.” you’d pull your arms out from under you, using them to hold you up as you lock eyes with him.

your vision is blurry, but armin’s who wanted to see you in the first place. your watery eyes, smudged mascara, lips red and plump from being kissed and bitten raw. the corner of his lips curl up as he watched your face contort in pleasure, eren holding on to your hips tightly for stability. “rub her clit, eren.” armin recommends.

eren knows it’s not really a recommendation, it’s a command. but he does, hunching his back and wrapping his arm around you. he’s pressing down against your clit, his hips pushing you against his fingers in complete sync with his cock drilling into your sweet spot. you’re choking out a moan, dropping your head down into the sheets once again.

armin frowns, narrowing his eyes at you. but his sickly sweet tone never changes, “i said to let me see you, princess.”

“i- oh fuck- i can’t…” your words are muffled and broken with moans. you can feel yourself unraveling around eren’s cock, squeezing him tightly as you came near. eren grunts at the pleasure, trying his hardest to make sure the both of you would get there first. he shifts his focus from your ass bouncing against his hips, looking up at armin with pleading eyes. armin smiles warmly at him, taking his other hand and squeezing his balls gently. rolling his hips into his palm, biting his lips. he takes that same hand and trails it across his abs, up to his chest. his fingers twist at his own pale pretty pink nipples, furrowing his brows, and not missing a beat.

eren is having a hard time controlling himself, with you clenching around his cock so tightly and armin teasing him from his throne, he whines. “mhm, fuck, yes!”

“that pussy feels amazing, huh eren?” armin asks him, a smirk on his face.

“it’s so fucking- ah- good…”

“yeah, i know it is,” armin takes a deep breath, centering himself before seeing you haven’t lifted your face back up. your hair is pooled around shoulders and splayed across your back. “it feels so good when she comes all over our dicks, right?” he asks, almost rhetorically.

eren still answers, grunting a yes as he drops his focus back into the arch of your back. “but i think it’s about ten times better when you see her face as she comes, huh?” armin continues. you whimper hearing them converse as if you weren’t there. eren nods his head, suddenly getting the hint. he slows down his pace, takes his hand off your hip and runs his fingers through the hair on the nape of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair and yanking you up, a shocked yelp escaping your lips. he’d pulled you up just enough for armin to see you, all of you.

from his seat he could see the way your breasts bounced with each of eren’s thrusts. he could see eren’s fingers now circling around your clit, and best of all: your pretty face. eren eases his grip on your scalp opting to snake his arm between your breasts and hold onto your neck instead, resuming back at his unrelenting pace.

armin smiles widely, pupils blown with lust as he watches eren’s face sink into the crook of your neck, selfishly leaving bites and kisses in his wake. whispering sweet nothings into your ears as you struggle to keep your eyes open. when they do, they fall on armin, who’s hand no longer followed the rhythm of the two of you, but now going faster. he’s sunken into that damn chair, arched back, drool piling into the corners of his mouth. he’s panting watching the two of you, eyebrows knitted, like a bitch in heat.

“like this armin?” you manage, pouty lips and big eyes eagerly searching for praise. “ahh, fuck yes. just like that. let me see you both. you’re both just so fucking pretty!” armin’s rambling. eren’s hand tightens around your neck, still kissing on any skin that wasn’t covered.

“how about you both come for me, huh? i’m losing my fucking mind right now, both of you.” eren’s muttering. it didn’t take long for either of you to do as you were asked. as you throw your head back into eren, a high pitched moan throwing itself out from behind your lips, armin is doing the same.

he’s throwing his head back just enough to keep watching you both, fucking up into his hand as spurts of his seed dribble down his cock. his whines are choked and broken as he overstimulates himself, not stopping until he’s seen the cream in between your legs, a mixture of both yours and eren’s cum. armin stood up shakily, still slowly tugging at his semi erect cock.

he kneels on the bed in front of you both, putting your jaw in the palm of his hand, his thumb caressing your cheek. he places a gentle kiss on your lips, then eren’s. their kiss turned into much more, eren’s grip on your neck releasing and dropping to your waist. you place your lips onto armin’s collarbone, feathering soft kisses across. the sound of their kissing was sloppy, a brief pause when you wrap your fingers around armin’s hand (still covered in his cum). you begin to direct his hand up and down, both you and eren savoring the whines that came from him.

“armin? how about i try the chair next?”

[randompuff]

armin fluff :D (yes it's eremin)

Armin's head rests on Mikasa's lap as they sit together, the afternoon sun streaming through the window. Mikasa's fingers gently card through Armin's silky blond hair, the motion soothing and comforting to both.

"You know, people are going to start talking," Mikasa teases with a soft smile she reserves for these soft moments, her dark eyes crinkling at the corners. "Seeing you like this with me, then with Eren, then with Jean... They'll think you're playing the field."

Armin's lips curve into a contented smile, his eyes remaining closed as he savors the gentle touch. "Let them talk. I don't mind." He shifts slightly, getting more comfortable in Mikasa's lap. "I just enjoy being close to the people I care about. It makes me happy."

Mikasa's smile widens, her hand stilling in Armin's hair as she leans down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I know, Min. And I'm glad you feel safe and loved with us."

Armin hums softly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks at the intimate gesture. He soaks in the affection, smiling.

Just then, Eren's voice rings out as he enters the room, a playful edge to his tone. "Hey, break it up, you two! Save those kisses for me, Armin?"

Mikasa rolls her eyes, carefully helping Armin sit up before standing herself. "He's all yours, Eren. Just don't do anything rash. He needs plenty of hugs and affection."

Eren smirks, immediately moving to Armin's side and wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling him close. "Don't worry, I'll make sure he gets all the love he needs." He leans down, pressing a quick peck to Armin's cheek. "And more."

Armin giggles, his face flushing a deeper shade of pink as he relaxes into Eren's embrace. "Eren!" he scolds halfheartedly, but there's no real annoyance in his tone.

Mikasa shakes her head with an amused glint in her eyes, gathering her things. "I'll leave you two alone. Try not to cause too much trouble, okay?"

Mikasa leaves, with a last head pat for Armin, and Eren guides Armin to the bed, sitting down and pulling him onto his lap, his arms encircling Armin's waist. "There, that's better," Eren murmurs, nuzzling into Armin's neck. "I missed you."

Armin sighs contentedly, tilting his head to give Eren better access. "I missed you too, Eren." He turns his shoulders and hips on Eren's lap to face Eren, his hands coming up to cup Eren's face. "I love you."

Eren and Armin share a soft, tender kiss, their lips brushing against each other gently. The air around them feels thick with the sweetness of their affection, the connection genuine and heartfelt.

When they part, their breaths hitch as they catch their breath. Armin's cheeks are flushed, his eyes looking up at Eren with pure adoration. He then turns his head left, resting it on Eren's shoulder, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

Eren, in turn, wraps his arms around Armin, holding him close against his chest. His hands settle on Armin's back, fingers gently kneading into the soft flesh, offering comfort and security.

yeah it ends there bc I ran out of things to write :)