#love armin angst

[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-)

[imagineurwrld]

home

in which you are reunited with your boyfriend after months of being parted

You hold your breath as your house grows visible past the hill you run up, and then you stop once you reach the top. The vision before you is enough to make you freeze completely, blood pumping viciously and breath catching in your throat. The wind stills before brushing through your hair and clothes again.

His figure sits on your doorstep, a heavy-looking bag tossed to the side and his arms draped over his bent knees. His head is turned to the side, deep in thought as he seemingly waits for your arrival. You can tell he is tired from his travels just by glancing at his posture, the way he is slumped over, but his mannerisms shift completely when his head turns and his eyes land on you.

The moment your eyes meet, you know. You know that this nightmare is over, that you no longer have to dream of a love that felt so out of reach, that you no longer have to cry, that you no longer have to clean to distract yourself from the emptiness of your house, that you no longer have to force yourself out of bed and despise the image that stares back at you in the bathroom mirror because it is void of the image of him, arms wrapped around your waist and lips pressed to your ear.

You no longer have to wait, to fear, to miss. It is over. His eyes are as bright as the sun upon seeing you, and they shatter the glass wall that you had forced up. Those eyes that sparkle like a thousand rays of light, the eyes that reawaken you after having died along with his absence, those eyes that are home.

Admiration, fondness, desperation, exhaustion, warmth, and home. Those are his eyes, your home’s eyes.

You can not move until suddenly, you are. You race across the path, stumbling over your rapidly moving feet as he lifts himself from the staircase to hold out his arms and brace himself for impact. Your body collides with his, chest shoving into chest, and everything snaps into place like a missing piece fitting perfectly into a puzzle. 

You grip the rough fabric of his shirt, clinging onto any piece of his clothing you can touch, switching your arms from his upper back to his lower back to up again. One arm secures around your waist, while the other cradles your head to him.

For a moment, it does not feel real. You don't know how to begin to fathom the foreign yet achingly familiar feeling. His hands are calloused, hard, and coarse from work. His hold is strong and secure, and he feels slightly bulkier but he is the same. It is him, and you are crying before you can even comprehend it.

He lifts you up from the ground, screwing his eyes shut and tightening his lips to prevent the emotions that he had built up from spilling free, messily, simply from seeing your beautiful face after so, so long.

You are soft in his arms, pliant, gentle, just as you were when he left you six months ago. Your scent fills his nostrils, intoxicating him more than any perfume he’d bought for you in the past ever could. Your graceful arms clinging ungracefully to his back, sobs racking your chest as he holds you impossibly closer.

It is you. He is home. 

He sets you back down on your feet, pulling away just enough to take in your features. He soaks in the vision of you: your glossy eyes and trembling lips; the curve of your clenching jaw and the complexion of your skin flushed; your nose flaring as tears stick to your lashes, trickling down your cheeks and dribbling past your chin.

You are a lovely sight, an angel. You are his home, and he loves you so. His brows curl as he gazes at you afraid to blink and watch his dream disappear. 

Your head is swiftly pushed into his and lips smash together. You savor the taste that you have been deprived of for months. He is exhausted, he’d been traveling for hours, and he is dirty, but he doesn’t care. You don’t care. He is home, and home is the way your lips chase his each time they break apart to push back in.

He kisses you hard, he kisses you passionately, then slowly and tenderly. His brows knit together as your delicate hands ruffle through his hair. Tears mix into the taste of each other’s lips, but neither of you cares. How could you care? It doesn't matter. All that matters is this moment, this feeling, this cease of departure.

You pull away with a soft smack, pressing your foreheads together and staring into each other’s teary eyes. Your hands move to his face, tracing his skin and caressing the scars indented above his brow and on his chin.

He lets you, lashes fluttering against his cheek as he breathes you in and relishes this moment for all it is worth, his thumbs tracing the curve of your spine beneath the thin silk of your shirt.

A wobbly smile touches your lips as your eyes dart across his face, unsure of where to focus. A laugh, or a scoff maybe, falls past your lips, one of sheer passion and relief, before your teeth come down to bite the bottom one.

He smiles, tiredly. His heart pangs against his chest as your grin appears, the very grin he’d engraved into his brain to keep him going this past half a year. 

“Welcome home.”

Your phrase is a whisper, gone with the breeze that blows past. His smile widens somehow, and his eyes brighten as the reality sinks in. He breathes air through his nose in amused shock, shaking his head in disbelief at the fact that his wait is finally over. 

He is home, home with the heart he’d left behind, and he could have collapsed as reality sank in. 

He kisses you again and again, and lifts you up and kisses you even more until he cannot breathe.

written by Jaylin Smith

[nightfall-kachiniko]

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° HUSBAND! ARMIN HEADCANONS

paring: husband!armin x you

cw: some smut, and a lot of fluff. hes so loveable I love armin .

- Although your husband is the rather busy commander, he always makes sure to spend some time with you.

- Mainly that’s because he can’t be away from you for more than a few hours without having a stroke. He doesn’t seem like it, but he really is clingy. He always wants you by his side, and him by yours. He can’t stand being gone the whole day without any sort of interaction from you, it’ll drive him nuts.

- He expects a kiss when he walks out the door, and a kiss when he comes home. And if it’s a stressful day you know he’s gonna be rubbing up on you, begging for cuddles. (Come on you have to give it to him)

- He can’t stop touching you. Maybe it’s by habit, but there’s always a hand on your thigh or holding yours. Even brushing the hair out your face, that’s all that man does. he loves fidgeting with your wedding ring too. Especially kissing it when he kisses your hand. He worked hard for that ring, and he couldn’t imagine who else he’d want to wear it.

- BUT MY GOD SLEEPY ARMIN. Him all passed out on his messy desk, soft snores filling the air as he rests his head on top of his arms. Poor baby’s exhausted, he’s barley had any sleep in days, and you know how badly he just wants to rest. I can just imagine you walking in on him and you drape a blanket over him to keep him warm. God he’d love that <3

- armin’s so soft, even in the bed when you two are making love. I know this man loves some Lacey lingerie but would never say it. He’s the type to be too shy to buy you some for Christmas, but desperately wants to. He’d see a sexy pair in the store and would imagine you in it all day.

- He’s so vanilla omg 😭 When you two do get intimate, he’d do his best not to hurt you.

“It doesn’t hurt does it lovely?” Like yes it does please fuck me harder commander.

- into grabbing your hair, or pulling it back into a ponytail while he does back shots. Obsessed with the way your ass jiggles with every thrust he does. He loves how pretty you look with his hands running down your body, and with his creamy cum all in your cunt.

Please wear some white lacey lingerie for him. His dirty thought are all about you. (Visual link)

[clfixationstation]

eremin + enough for you, wisp

Eyes looking back at me Golden skin turns to greed I can't be what I reach for A shell you can't adore

Why can't you need me Need me like I need you? Why can't you love me Love me like you used to?

Your eyes gaze into mine But sparks don't seem to fly When I'm around But when you hear her sound No matter what I try

Why can't you need me Need me like I need you? Why can't you love me Love me like you used to?

I want to feel Like I belong in my own skin To be enough for you

eremin + enough for you, wisp

[gabbighoul]

Forbidden paradise

summary: your first day of university and your older brother Eren shows you around campus. You couldn’t help but notice a tall blonde hair guy watching as you and Eren pass by. Little did you know, that the blonde haired guy, Armin was your brother’s best friend but someone that you would see as your escape, your paradise..

You had just woken up to the sound of your alarm. Geez it didn’t even feel like you slept at all you thought as you let out a sigh .

If anything, you should be happy you’re attending Sina university, but deep down you were dreading the fact that you would be attending the same school as your older brother.He had always been a little bit overprotective you thought .

Ever since you two were kids, he would always

Shoo any boy around you away. Girls weren’t an exception either if he thought someone was up to no good trust and believe he would be right there to make sure they would never give you an issue.

You walked downstairs to get breakfast and was greeted by Eren “ good morning y/n I wasn’t expecting you to be up so early”.

You smile “ of course I’m up early I’m not trying to miss my first day of college. Plus you need to show me around it will take some time”

As you grab your plate and sit down, you look at the time it’s already seven and you were trying to get there at eight so that you could look around everywhere because the campus is pretty big.

You are pretty lost in thought until you heard your phone dinging repeatedly. You were about to pick up until you heard Erens voice “ I hope that’s not who I think it is” he says, with an irritated tone in his voice.

“ And what if it is? My private life It’s none of your business Eren” you let out a deep sigh as you picked up your phone.

His expression twisted into anger as he listen to what you’re saying“ you’ve already been cheated on y/n things between you guys should’ve been over when you found out“

you knew Eren was right, but you couldn’t help but get a little bit angry because even though he’s older than you, you’re still an adult who can think for themself. “ please just leave me alone.“ you say in a cold voice as you get up and go upstairs.

As you arrive to the university you couldn’t help but notice the awkward silence lingering in the air. The university came into full view as Eren turned into the parking lot. You couldn’t help noticing the tall blond hair guy walking towards the car.Eren rolls down the window and greets him with a nod.

As the two continue to talk, you receive a message from the person you least wanted to hear from right now. As you furiously type your respond you didn’t notice the two boys going silent and looking at you with confusion and curiosity.

Art by Berry girl on pixelAI

[midnightlighthowlite]

I don't want to say that the fandom is sleeping on this, but why does no one acknowledge how good an actor Armin is?

Like

" they're torturing Annie!"

" they Killed Jean!"

Boy was crying! He was lying through his teeth with all the emotion. Mate was like " I'm not particularly strong, so how can i attack the enemy? I know, Psych damage!"

If Erwin lived longer, he'd have tried to make Armin a politician or something.

[titanslayyyer]

NIGHTS LIKE THIS. Jean Kirstein

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . sophomore year of college holds things you never thought the universe would choose you to experience.  you find yourself strolling this long and winding road without the one person who was supposed to guide you through everything, but with your chosen family-- a group of loud-mouthed friends who wouldn't dare let you lose yourself again.

Though, a new-found face with a troubled past has made his way into your life, and you find yourselves butting heads before you can even build a true bond, only for hearts to mesh together and form something like no other.

WARNINGS/WHAT TO EXPECT: modern college au set at a real school, slowburn-ish, heavy underage drinking and use of drugs, explicit sexual content, mentions of suicide and themes of trauma, hurting, weird love triangle, reader is a musician (guitarist) FEM READER

CHAPTER 1: WHERE WE BELONG

“Pool House” by the Backseat Lovers plays loudly from the radio in your Jeep Wrangler as you drive down ward memorial boulevard with all of the windows down and two packs of vodka seltzers on the floor of the passenger side. 

The familiar California breeze hits your cheeks and the salty smell of the Pacific coast calms your nerves, setting a nonchalant smile across your face.

Palm trees sway in the distance, and to your left waves shimmer under the September sun as Henley Gate welcomes you.

Everywhere you look on the campus of UC Santa Barbara people are buzzing around, an array of different words are spoken at once and a thousand different voices share conversation. 

Sophomore year of college is on the rise, the hustle and bustle of move-in weekend never being something to mess around with and this year was no different then the last. . . people of all sorts riding bikes to their next destination, saying goodbye to their parents, and everything else under the sun.

Here, it didn’t matter where you came from whether it was across the country or from Europe, or the highschool drama you were the center of. You could be whoever you wanted to be. 

You have no plan, no guide on how to do things right. . . but you knew that this is where you had to be.

Your older sister Cassie, formerly a junior here, passed away the summer before your senior year of highschool. 

This left a dent in your world, and you knew that things would never be the same despite the path of better things in your wake. 

She was always there for you, to prepare you for the worst and teach you another lesson you would never forget. She left you a video for your first night away from home, telling you that “all you have to do is endure and survive, because no matter what there are people that you’ll fit in with.’ and  her words lingered in your head like the worst hangover of your life 

Passing her memorial tree near the lagoon hit the hardest, but you did it no matter what.

Seeing her picture, the flowers scattered and the ones that grew, and the cards from friends that were laid out always caused your heart to ache. There were even a few of the remains of candles from her vigil so long ago. 

People who you had no idea existed would come up to you and hug you, saying how sorry they were for ‘what happened.’ and that your sister was one of the best things that happened to this world. They weren’t wrong. She was almost a saint.

There was no avoiding it either, because your family didn’t handle it well.

Your father divorced your mother and is now somewhere down the coast, while your mother sips expensive wine and pops pills on the porch of your home pretending to be as happy as she possibly can. 

Your brother is two years older than you and is a senior at the same school, texting you every so often but for the most part he does his own thing with his own group of friends and surfing day and night to escape his own problems.

He doesn’t talk to your mother as much as he used to, speaking only when spoken to and hanging around your dad.

That’s just the way it goes, whether you like it or not.

You make your way down Ocean Road on your way to Isla Vista where five of your best friends, two of which had already arrived, would be unpacking their own things into the house you would be renting out for the school year.

Your stomach fills with an indescribable warmth, the feeling of excitement filling your body from your head down to your toes as you get closer and closer to the place you call home.

All along each street you pass, students are unpacking and some are already making their way down to the beach under the late afternoon sun in the tiniest bikinis, pedaling smoothly on pastel bikes.

You pull into the wide driveway of your rental, parking right behind Sashas' car whose back bumper and trunk were littered with hundreds upon hundreds of stickers she’d collected since she was gifted the car for her 16th birthday. 

There was a loud scream as you shut your car door, and a gush of happiness filled you up. 

You knew all too well that it was Sasha, who stumbled out the front door and down the steps to give you the biggest bear hug she could muster up.

Time feels as though it’s come to a major halt, your heart nearly stopping from the feeling of the arms you've missed so dearly.

“HIIIE!” She squeals, and you cant help but to laugh heartily into the crook of her neck while you two cradle each other as tightly as possible. 

In the year and a half that you’ve known her, you have learned everything about Sasha and she’s learned every little thing about you from the freckles on your waist to your oldest scars dating back to when you needed training wheels.

Without her life almost seemed boring and empty, and over the summer you found yourself on almost nightly facetime calls to update each other on your hectic lives.

“I’ve missed you so so much!” You cry, passing along the squeezing hug to Historia who followed closely behind Sasha just as excitedly. Her blue eyes nearly began to tear up as she smiled into you, giggling jubilantly. 

“Mmmm im gonna start bawling I’m so glad you made it.” Historia smiles, the two of you pulling out of your embrace and regrouping again as a trifecta. “I’m saying that as if the ride here was a Lord of the Rings-esque journey but still! You didn’t die!”

“I mean, The AC in my car wasn’t working while I was balls deep in traffic and I thought I was gonna have a heatstroke.” You chuckle restfully, wiping the sheen of sweat from your forehead, reminiscing of the early-evening bumper-to-bumper.

“Hah! I made it before all that.” Sasha boasts, and you roll your eyes, grinning. 

“Some of us weren’t as lucky!” You groan, throwing your arm around Sasha’s shoulders and falling into her as if you were fainting into her arms. 

The three of you laugh.

“We made some lemonade, too! If you wanna have a glass please do, because we accidentally made way too much.” Historia offers, motioning for you guys to follow her into the house, backpack and tote bag slung over your shoulders. 

You walk in to the living room- greeted by the gracious smell of bath and body works candles and the music of a Mt. Joy cd softly playing from a large stereo.

Your eyes wander over each wall and tiny little detail that you could pick out, from the white ‘L’ shaped couch in the corner, and the tv mounted on a small stand. There was a large dragon tree next to that, as well as a large gray chair. 

“Historia’s parents pitched in on the couch, chair, tv stand and coffee table.” Sasha informs you, sipping sweet lemonade from a red plastic cup and throwing herself onto the couch.

“We should run to target when Mikasa gets here.” You say, throwing out the offer.

“That would be so fun.” Sasha replies, nibbling on her straw. “We’ll have to get groceries eventually, but for now I told everyone to bring their favorite snacks.”

“Perfect! I have some chips and pretzels in my car, i’ll make sure to get them.” You say merrily, moving to make your way down the hallway past the kitchen.

You eye the room with a flamingo nametag sticker, sporting your name in big pink bubble letters – very obviously written by Historia.

You push open the door with a curious mind to see an empty bedframe along with a mattress and a nightstand, as well as a closet in the corner. The open window on the back wall looked straight out onto the ocean, where the waves recklessly crashed onto great rocks below and seeped onto the beach before retreating back into the tide.

Tossing your bags down next to the closet, a satisfied sigh leaves your lips as you leaned onto the window sill. . . soaking up the view you missed more than anything. 

Pulling back, you leave the open window and leave the quiet serenity of your own room to begin unpacking your things from your car with the uncertainty of what the upcoming year would hold. 

-

It took about an hour and a half, not counting the large break you took to greet Annie who stopped by for a quick hello, for you to unpack your belongings and organize your room exactly how you wanted it, listening to music during the process of building your desk and dresser and setting up your little guitar corner. 

Your sisters old cd player sat on the dresser, your cd collection in a holder right next to it. Your cds consisted of bands like Alice and Chains and No Doubt all the way to Surf Cruise and Tijuana Panthers. . .  a couple of which you had stolen from her bedroom when you were younger, and listened to most often.

Mikasa had sent you, Sasha and Historia a group snap of her in front of the Isla Vista sign, notifying you all of her arrival while you all sit on the back deck.

“I think Eren is with her.” Sasha says to you guys, snapping her a quick photo of you three.

“No wonder why she took so long.” You chortle, putting your phone down on the side table. “Where’s he staying?” 

“I think him, Connie, Armin, Reiner and Jean are in a place a couple streets over. At least thats what she told me.” Historia states, sucking down some of her lemonade. 

You had all met Eren and his friends Connie and Armin at a backyard party towards the middle of Freshman year when his band played. Eren wore a shirt with “CUM SLUT” in big letters on the back which Mikasa complimented him on tipsily.

Since then, the four of them have always stuck around. 

You’ve been to almost every soccer game, baseball, basketball and volleyball game together with them, and on various nights you would go out to eat at some cheap restaurant that you could only afford when you all pitched in.

“There you guys are.” 

You whip your heads to the nonchalant voice coming from the porch door. It’s Mikasa.

“Hii!” You smile, excitedly jumping up to wrap your arms around her in a tight embrace.

She returns the action, holding you as if she would break your bones if she gripped too hard. Her head is buried into you, and she breathes warm air into your skin. 

Whenever Mikasa hugs someone, she means it. 

“Get over here!” Sasha demands, jumping into the two of you. Historia follows, bundling up into this hug between you and all of your closest friends on the face of the earth. 

It’s hard not seeing the people you love for a while. 

These girls would be in your wedding. These girls would meet your first born. These are the girls that you’re going to graduate college with and have monthly visits with when you live in different places all along the country.

“This is real cute guys, yknow? totally adorbs.” Eren speaks from the doorway, arms crossed and a smug smile across his tan face. 

“Do you want one too or something?” You say, looking over at him. He reeked of weed and the cover-up of Ralph Lauren fragrance.

“I’m good! Thanks though.” He gives you a thumbs up

“That’s not how you sounded when you were crying like a baby last year.” You smirk, tilting your head slightly. “Besides I wouldn’t give you one anyways. You smell god-awful.” 

“Okay, fuck you. I was not crying like a baby.” Eren says sharply. “And I do not smell.”

“Don’t even try to defend yourself, dude.” Sasha snorts, throwing her hat onto the chair behind her and going in to serve your guests some lemonade and fetch herself one of the bags of chips that had been lazily thrown onto the counter.

“Mikasa, Help me out here,” Eren pleads to the girl, but Mikasa simply shakes her head and chuckles. “C’mon!” 

“Sorry, but you were.” She raises her hands in self-defense before reaching into the bag of chips generously brought out.

“You guys need to be put in an anti-bullying class.” Historia giggles, looking up from her phone, having spent a lot of the time texting her girlfriend Ymir.

“It’s not bullying, it’s harmless teasing.” Sasha says. 

“It’s not out fault he’s sensitive.” You snicker.

“It is bullying!” Eren shouts, walking out onto the porch and sitting down in one of the chairs that came with the rental. 

“Don’t be a drama queen.” Mikasa giggles, sitting down next to him.

Eren grunts and rolls his eyes as a response, scooting his chair closer to the table. 

You simply hum softly and sit yourself down next to Historia who speedily typed away, chuckling to herself every so often but remaining consistent in the conversation. 

Hours seemed to pass in such little time as you conversed, sun beginning to set below the horizon. Armin and Connie have since joined you guys, throwing snacks on the table while music plays from Connie’s waterproof speaker that he brings almost everywhere with him.

Your music choice was a collaborated playlist made last year, songs put in from everyone in your friend group and was played countless of times.

You talked about your summers, upcoming job interviews or ones that have passed, classes for the fall quarter, celebrity drama and anything else that came to mind. Eren, Connie and Armin gossiped about the newest beef with Floch who was starting things again with Eren. . . and from the way Floch is, you weren’t surprised. 

He’s a typical college douche with little respect for anyone other than himself.

They began talking about their new roommate and Erens long-term friend– Jean whom you had heard of before, but knew very little about.

You had seen him in a couple of instagram posts, and knew all the boys hangout together a lot over the summer. Though, when your girlfriends finally met him you were unable to make it because of your summer job. 

“He’s got some baggage but he’s nice once you get to know him.” Armin says, looking over to Eren who spat out some remark about his looming fuckboy reputation that’s been on his shoulders since highschool.

“You don’t know him like I do. He’s got some shit going on or somethin’.” Eren says, though at this point you’ve zoned out into a side conversation about gym routines with Mikasa ears only receiving the most interesting points

“an alcoholic. . .” “sophomore sensation. . .” “huge ego. . .” “always on speed dial. . .” “selfish. . .” it went on and on until Connie cracked a joke that completely switched the topic.

Sasha nor Historia had much to say other than little sayings on how they ‘saw it from the moment they met him.’ 

Your mind was buzzing with all sorts of different thoughts as it tried to take in the two different conversations happening around you. 

Plans had soon unfolded into walking to the closest bar and grill where you would be introduced to these new friends of the guys, as well as meeting Zeke there . . . who would be persuaded into buying you guys drinks after being begged.

Sasha was drooling the minute your group shuffled inside the loud restaurant. . . Smells of steak, cooked vegetables and appetizers of all sorts overwhelmed her senses as she bounced over to where Zeke was sat with Ymir, a Coors Light at his lips.

“Finally! I’m starved.” Zeke says, placing his bottle down.

“It’s good to see you too,” You greet him, taking your seat. “You gonna buy us a couple rounds or what?”

“I’m so sick and tired of being used like this.” He huffs.

“What? Because you’re the only one with a real ID?” Eren raises an eyebrow.

“Hey, Don’t expose us like that.” Connie points a finger at Eren, helping himself to a basket of steaming buffalo wings that Zeke had previously ordered for the tabe. “My business is fuckin’ booming, man.”

“Having a fake ID is cringe.” Armin teases.

“Didn’t you blackout like, a week ago?” Annie claims, and Armins cheeks flush red. 

“Okay, I did not blackout—” He begins matter-of-factly, furrowing his eyebrows.

Eren had thrown a little shin-dig with the guys in his parents backyard as a little “end of summer” bash before they all drove out to Santa Barbara.

You received a snap from Connie at about 10pm of Armin on his first drink, and at 3 in the morning. . . another of Armin on his last; messy hair and zero thought between his big blue eyes.

“Oh, you absolutely did!” Eren exclaims. “Somebody get the receipts!” 

“I’m already on it, man,” wiping through the thousands of photos in his camera roll to find the correct videos. He puts the phone in the middle of the table for everyone to see the video of Armin on top of a pool table, dancing to a song you couldn’t identify. 

“Yo, that’s not me!” Armin protests, unable to stifle his own laughter despite being absolutely ripped on.

Connie swipes to another, and another, and finishes on a final photo of Armin passed out in a camp chair, Brewski in hand and sunglasses on the ridge of his nose. 

The whole table is cackling now under the cover of the loud music of the sports bar, only progressing as other jokes are thrown into the mix.

During your fit of laughter, out of the corner of your eye you spot two men and a woman walk into the restaurant– Reiner and Annie along with another face. 

The other man has ashy blonde hair that reaches just below his nape and wears a careless. He’s goddamn handsome, and carries himself like he knows it too. 

“Jean, Reiner! Over here!” Eren calls over to them out of the shocking blue, raising an arm to signal the two over to your table. As the ashy-brown haired man gets closer to you, his eyes meet yours under the multicolored lights. 

Though, you look back to your laughing friends the moment you catch yourself looking for a little too long. “Hey, y/n! This is Jean.” Eren says. “She doesn’t bite. . . much.” 

“Shut up, Blockhead.” You hiss, shaking your head. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“‘S nice to finally meet you too..” He says with little to no emotion, aside from that he nodded his head to you.

His grip is firm, cold silver from his panther n’ roses ring making your hand cold.

“Watch out for the lesbians, though. Those ones bite.” Connie snickers, motioning to Ymir and Historia who were sat next to each other across the table from him.

“Shut the fuck up, Connie.” Ymir snaps, draping her arm around her girlfriends’ shoulder. 

“It’s true!” He says, defending himself. 

“Just ignore him, Ymir. He’s a homophobic stoner who failed English.” Mikasa smirks, earning an offended look from Connie, whose jaw drops.

“Hey! I’m not an author, and I love the gays!” He exclaims.

Jean raises his eyebrows across the table, a smug look on his face. “Well you surely don’t come anywhere near Shakespeare.”

“Stick to Dr. Seuss, Bud.” Sasha says, a lick of evil in her tone as she pats Connie on the shoulder sympathetically. Connie can only huff out a small ‘whatever,’ shaking his head with a grin on his face.

Eventually, your waitress came by to collect your orders, and of course your drinks which were all on Zeke. With a groan, he pulled his wallet from his back pocket and gave it up to the woman.

Drinks came in what felt like a matter of minute as you all conversed amongst yourselves. Everyone chatted happily on various topics, and you couldn’t help but notice Jean’s Pearl Jam shirt.

“Eddie Vedder, huh?" You say, tapping your fingers along the side of your drink.

“The one and only.” Jean says with a small chuckle. “You like Pearl Jam?” 

“I grew up with Pearl Jam. My parents took me to a bunch of concerts growing up.” You tell him.

“Same here. ‘Was supposed to go to their last concert but got swept up in work and had to sell my tickets.” He says. 

“Aw, that sucks.” You sigh.

“I know. I was lookin’ forward to it.” Jean says cooly, resting his arm on the table and taking a sip of his drink.

You can’t help but watch as his adams apple lunges up and down his throat, a thick sheen of silence coming between your conversation though his whiskey colored eyes speak for themselves as they study every reachable inch of you.

You found yourself thinking about everything your friends had been saying about him, due to the fact that he didn’t seem as awful as they said based on your first impression.

Despite your longing to stare at him longer, you tear your eyes from him and look down the table, where Eren’s green eyes quickly tore from Jean to you. He had this possesive look on his face, as though if Jean were to get too close to you he would pounce on him and rip him apart limb by limb.

As the waitress came around to take your order, Eren shifted and placed his eyes on her so he could mindlessly flirt and once again force Zeke to purchase yet another round. He only gave in because Eren would pay for his dinner, so a win was a win. 

Your food came, and the volume of your table switched from 100% down to 50% while everyone ate, starving from the built-up hunger they had from moving around all day. 

“Eren are you gonna throw another party to kick off the semester?” Sasha asks, throwing a ketchup-drenched french fry into her mouth. 

Eren shrugs in response. “Probably. I don’t see why not.” 

“Well, as long as the frat dudes don’t get in the way of your plans.” Armin points out.

“Fuck them, man. ‘Specially Floch.” Connie says angril, taking a rather large bite of his cheeseburger. 

Last year, during Eren’s spring break kickoff him and Floch got into a fight that resulted in the cops coming to shut the entire function down. Since then, neither of them have had a real conversation – and the last time they spoke it turned into an intimidation game.

Eren was constantly getting himself into trouble, whether it was at home with his parents or here at school with people he didn’t exactly get along with. He was beyond lucky that he hasn’t been in serious trouble with the school board yet.

“Don’t act like that fight wasn’t your fault, Eren.” Mikasa says, brushing hair out of her face. 

“Oh, come on! He wasn’t invited, ‘nd was already starting shit!” He snaps back. 

Armin chimes in. “Don’t start, guys.”

“I was just telling it as it is.” Mikasa sighs and tears apart a section of her barbecue ribs.

This turned into a playful verbal tussle between Eren, Mikasa and Annie – who were ganging up on him about his moral values and what he viewed as a fair fight. 

People talked through mouthfuls of food, interrupted by the crinkle of checkered butcher’s paper and the slurp of someone sucking down a thick milkshake.

Once everyones baskets were cleared and the bill was paid, you all shambled out of the restaurant at around 9pm and found yourselves walking down the street towards your house after stopping to grab ice cream and wander the streets without any idea if you were going to end up home or not.

There was a small breeze, chilling your face under the night sky and sending a chill down your spine. After living in the heat your whole life, you were used to the cold of the night and craved it in the blistering sun. Though, when you were actually in it you realized how you weren't missing out on anything on the other side of the country.

You adjusted your zip-up jacket on your shoulders and stepped along, comforted by the sounds of your friends all talking together-- something you've grown to love more than anything.

Sasha was the first inside the house as you reached the front stoop, tossing her body onto the soft cushions of the couch where she curled up comfortably. “Don’t take up all the room, Sash.” Annie says, moving Sashas’ legs onto their own path so she can sit down besides her. 

“I go where the food takes me. .” She mumbles, face pressed into the throw pillows.

Annie just laughs a bit and pats her back, reaching towards the tv remote and watching as Mikasa moves to push the coffee table out of the way.

Historia and Ymir had ended up going back to Historia’s room where their music could be heard playing faintly, and everyone else scattered around your large-enough living room to play games on Mikasas’ switch for hours until you all crashed.

It was at about 11:45 when only you, Eren, Sasha, Jean and Connie were left playing Mario Kart, the others having left to go to their own bed or walk down the street to their own house. 

Jean was pretty talkative the entire evening, joining in on conversation and taking turns playing Mario Kart when everyone else was here and active– and at the current time when it’s just the five of you left in the living room taking turns playing Pikmin.

Verbatim from dinner earlier, you and Jean would occasionally catch each others eye from either side of the couch and share a silly look before turning your heads away from one another. 

“Someone should get us more drinks” Eren says, lifting his arms over his head to flexibly stretch and bother everyone by pushing the coffee table with his long legs. 

“Why can’t you get them, freedom boy?” Sasha snorts, desperately button mashing her way through a boss battle. 

“Uh, because it’s your house?” Eren replies sharply. 

“I don’t know if they like the idea of you passing out on their couch.” Jean raises his eyebrows, and you nod. “How many have you had? Like, 6?”

He snaps back in an instant. “Excuse me sir this will be my third drink of the night. I have high tolerance unlike all of you pussies, and will walk myself home without your assistance.”

“Whatever you say.” You shrug, passing your controller to Eren and rising off of the couch to walk back to the kitchen to see what was left. 

“Mind if I come with ya?” Jean speaks from behind you, and you look back with a small smile. “I wanna get something too.”

“Not at all.” You say, opening the fridge. 

Despite bringing two packs of alcohol, there were 5 left in the last pack of surfsides. You barely even remembered who had one, and found yourself shocked that they had gone so fast. 

Sighing, you grab two of the vodka iced-teas, handing one to Jean and putting the other on the nearest surface to eventually give to Eren. 

“Thanks.” He says kind of quietly, leaning against the counter and cracking open the can — his eyes flavouring the round of your ass as you turn around and bump the fridge door shut.

“So how did you meet Eren?” You ask, and he immediately corrects his stare. 

“Oh, I grew up with him. We went to highschool together, Connie too. I was at Santa Barbara community college but transferred.” Jean tells you. “I’m actually gonna play bass for his band.” 

It probably seemed like you were interrogating him at this point, but you couldn’t help your wanting to pick his brain. “Sick. You play bass?” 

“Mhm. I started playing guitar when I was like 10, bass when i was 15.” He says, taking a quick swig of his drink without moving his eyes off of you. “Do you play?” 

“I’ve been playing since i was 13.” You tell him.

“That’s really cool.” He nods, and so do you. 

Jean was quick to open up his phone and begin to boredly text somebody, walking back to his seat on the couch without another care in the world– as if you hadn’t even been there in the first place. 

Silence consumes the kitchen, nothing to be heard except for the running of the air conditioner and playful bickering behind you.

Turning around, you grab Eren’s drink and take it to him in the living room, sitting inbetween him and Jean on the couch with Sasha at your feet and Connie next to her– constantly pushing her controller so she would mess up. 

Sasha was beginning to nod off, head falling forward then snapping back up as she exhaustedly pressed buttons and tried her best to keep up her good work at one of the many games you had played in one night.

She could push herself as long as she really wanted to, and being her friend was one of the wildest rides you’ve ever been on. 

Last year your group of friends went on a ski trip over christmas break and she dragged you out to go sledding at 5 am, and on your days down on the beach she would always be the first in the waves and take you on walks to go look for tidepools. 

She brought out the best in everybody without even trying, and that’s what you loved about her. 

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You hadn’t even realised you fell asleep for about 30 minutes when she lightly shook you awake, whispering your name and interrupting your dreamless rest.

Connie yawns, rubbing his tired eyes and using Sasha to get himself to his feet. “I need a fuckin’ joint, bro.” 

“Me too. We should get goin’.” Eren says, picking himself up off your couch and grabbing his hoodie from where it was tossed onto your floor.

Sighing, you lift your body up and let your eyes adjust to the light of the tv screen in the dark and notice the lack of a certain body. “Did Jean leave already?” 

“He got a booty call and dipped.” Connie tells you, sliding his vans on. 

“Hm. I see.” You hum.

“I wouldn’t waste your time with him.” 

You look up from picking pillows off of the floor and at Eren who now leaned against the doorframe with hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“I saw you talking to him earlier, that’s it.” He shrugs.

A hearty laugh leaves the cushion of your lips. “Do you think I have a little crush on him or something?” 

“No.” He says, plain and simple and you furrow your eyebrows. “I just don’t want him trying to get in your pants.” His response makes you roll your eyes, walking into the kitchen and putting your can of High Noon in the back of the fridge with your name on it.

“Is that what you think of me?” You ask him, mostly teasing.

“Never in a million years.” His eyes go soft as he steps closer to you. "You’re cool, and I don’t want him hurting you.” 

Pushing hair behind your ear, you cross your arms under your chest and watch as he throws out his empty can. “Thanks, but I can handle myself, Blockhead. Besides, I don’t think Jean wants anything to do with me. He’s a fuckboy and I’m not into that.” 

“I saw him lookin’ you up and down all goddamn night. I think he wants somethin’ to do with you.” Eren huffs out a breath of air.

“But when Reiner does it, or you do it that’s so different?” You challenge him.

“Dude, Reiner’s gay.” Connie chimes in, the potent smell of OG Kush rushing your nostrils in an instant How had he lit up so goddamn fast? “Fuck are you guys’ talkin about.” 

“Just trust me.” You tilt your head. “An’ don’t let Connie get hit by a car, or greenout on your way home.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you.” Eren says, motioning for Connie that it was time to hit the road. “You’ll be at Zekes place Wednesday night?” 

“I’m always there. You can count on it.” You tell him

Eren grins as you wave him ‘goodbye’ with your fingers, pushing Connie back into the correct path down the road while keeping his eyes on you. “Atta girl.” 

[yinyang-08]

my personal drug of choice?

constantly re-reading 138 knowing fully well that every time, it’ll destroy my heart, body and soul- just for a glimpse of a life where Eren would’ve loved doing laundry and taxes with Mikasa 💔

[sea-you-in-paradise]

☽ ⛧  a r m i n   a r l e r t ‘ s   s l e e p i n g   h a b i t s  ⛧ ☾

summary: a *painstaking* list of every (sfw :/) sleep-related armin thought word count: 1.954 setting: canonverse implied, but can be applicable to modern au features: armin :))) genderneutral!reader (implied established relationship) warnings: implied nsfw note: here is a link to the nsfw part 2 (MDNI!)

before he goes to sleep, armin utilizes every waking minute to the fullest extent. 

- if he’s coming up with a plan of some sort, he will not sleep until he’s gone through every possible outcome he can think of

- spends time getting ahead of future work so he can never get behind

- sometimes he will get really lost in his books (obviously)

- most of the time, he pushes himself to stay awake far past the limit of what is considered “normal”

he’s trying to tire himself out enough to avoid nightmares

- he can go about 50 hours without napping, but tries to sleep before that (at least in small intervals) because he jokes that he can feel his brain cells dying. if he’s up for this long, it’s usually because he’s in the field/in charge of something that will effect a lot of people

- his naps are long enough to recharge a bit, but not normally long enough for more than 1 REM cycle

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*however* when he actually sleeps (and i mean like a real sleep. all it takes is a semi-comfortable bed/couch and no responsibilities until 10:00 the next day), armin sleeps.

- the minute this man’s eyes shut for the evening, good luck getting them to open again. needless to say, he’s a heavy sleeper

- despite refusing to admit how tired he is while he’s awake, once he’s under a comforter it would take a fucking fire to get him to stand up again

- an unburdened armin needs a minimum of 10 hours, but ideally 15 (ofc, if he were to actually sleep that much more than twice a month, he would freak out and feel like he’s missing his life)

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- he likes to wear either flannel or cotton pajama pants and a long-sleeved shirt, and he likes it when you borrow each other’s clothes to wear to bed, especially when you’re apart (either to wear or just to have for the smell lol)

- if you go to bed at the same time and you have some sort of skincare routine, he really likes to watch and learn about what all the products do. bonus points if you do his skincare too. sometimes he’d probably keep you company while you do this even if he’s not going to sleep yet

- he’s really meticulous about brushing his teeth for a long time (canonverse specific, iykyk ;-;)

- if it’s up to him, he prefers bedding he can sink into. cushy mattress and either a duvet or comforter with a really plush blanket in case he gets chilly (he will get chilly. he is always cold. he sleeps in socks)

- he likes a pretty firm pillow tho because neck support > sleeping on a cloud

- right side of the bed is his preference, but he would give it up in a heartbeat for you

- sleeping position varies. usually he sleeps on his side, but he also sleeps on his back sometimes bc he has back pain and he doesn’t want to strain it more :( 

- if he’s alone he sleeps facing towards the door bc he’s anxious. if you’re there, he likes it when you face each other or if one of you rests their head on the other’s chest

- if you move away from him, he will notice because he’ll get cold and he’ll move towards you again

- he doesn’t snore or breathe heavily, but he occasionally does the thing where he has little gasps or sharp inhales

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- he does what he can to prevent dreaming, but it still happens sometimes

- if he has nightmares it usually comes with night sweats and crying in his sleep. he doesn’t move a lot tho and he doesn’t wake you up on purpose. when he wakes up, it’s not some big jolt. his eyes shoot open and he takes in his bearings before getting up to change his clothes and get some water. when he comes back, he’s careful to get into bed really softly and then he’ll hold you as you sleep. if you wake up, please hold him back and run your fingers through his hair :(

- his nightmares are usually anxiety/regret/remorse related. he’ll talk about them after they happen sometimes and cry a little bit if you’re awake and he feels like it, but he doesn’t like to talk about them in the morning

- most nights he’s too tired to dream tho, so it’s okay ;-; no it’s not, he just says that

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- armin is not a morning person.

- as a matter of fact, if he gets less than his 10 hours, he is a certified grump. and he is so embarrassed about it

- he does everything he can to prevent it. like going to bed early if he can make himself or budgeting time into his schedule to stay in bed for longer, but he cannot stop the inevitable- if anyone, including you, tries to make him get up, he is a little bitch. 

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the morning of a day off/day with few responsibilities might go something like this:

- armin goes through three stages once he’s been woken up: pouting, bargaining, and complete loss of filter. he will go through a version of these stages whether he is forcing himself to wake up, is woken up by a friend, or by you. as his partner, it’s usually you who is subject to this trio of events, even if you’re the gentlest, most loving person in the world

- if you must wake him up, he likes it when you stroke his arm/back and whisper softly. it takes some time, but he’ll eventually make a whiny noise and move around a little (if this isn’t your style, a more take-no-shit approach will be briefly detailed later)

- the pouting stage is exactly what it sounds like and it will be the shortest of the three. he’ll pull his covers a lot tighter and turn on his stomach so he can block the light easier and in the prettiest voice bc it’s all pouty, but also raspy from sleep, he’ll say something like, “baby, it’s so early, i don’t think it’s time yet.”

- then, when he’s more aware of the situation, he’ll turn to you and choose one of three options: a) he’ll ask for ten more minutes and promise not to complain when you wake him up again (lies). b) he’ll ask you for cuddles until he’s more awake. if you agree, it absolutely will not wake him up more, he will drift off again even if you’re talking to him. if you agree and you don’t have anything super important going on soon, he will try to make you fall back asleep too so he has an even better excuse for not showing up. c) he will attempt to seduce you. this sometimes follows option b (see note above for link to the nsfw hcs for more on this one)

- if you survive the bargaining stage and armin realizes that you’re not giving up, he will put on his grump face. it’s a cross between a pout and a glare, and it is rather amusing

- BUT unless you want him to be mean (and not in a fun hot way), do not make fun of him for the face. if you do, you’re going to realize that armin’s observation skills really do come in clutch and you’re going to start wondering about all of the things you do around him without noticing

- it would be like : “it’s so funny when you make that face” and then he fake smiles and in a totally innocent voice says something like, “aww, i’m sure it’s not as funny as you having broccoli in your teeth at dinner last night! It was in there like all night. sorry i didn’t tell you, it was just so funny.”

- he definitely apologizes for this later and most of the time assures you that he wasn’t being serious, but sometimes he is being serious. and the worst part is that you’ll never know all the embarrassing things he’s noticed you doing that he just doesn’t say anything about

- if you don’t make fun of the face though, you will stumble across a prime opportunity

- as someone who likes to lie in bed for a bit (forever) after waking up, armin will probably fall back asleep if he’s not doing something. so what better way to make sure he wakes up than to gossip with him?! with no filter, armin will say what he is honestly thinking about the people around him, and more often than not, he has some strong opinions

- tbh it’s just shit talking floch most of the time and he tells you what he finds annoying about everyone in the friend group (jean gets on his nerves the most)

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- if you’re the kind of person who will not baby him, mad respect to you. it would go more like this

- if you wake him up abruptly, he will be very surprised every single time. normally, he would find you’re assertive tendencies hot. this is not one of those times. assuming you leave immediately after waking him, armin will run through his stages on his own. he will fall asleep in either the pouting or bargaining stage. then stage 3 will be taken out on you when he finally pulls himself out of bed. he will go find you and be snarky, no gossiping, only sass. it is unbecoming, but also hilarious

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- regardless of how things play out, when armin finally “gains consciousness,” he is usually a bit mortified. he knows it was so nice of you to wake him up and he feels so bad for being grumpy (and for being so candid about his thoughts on Jean’s unrequited love), but his brain is always working overtime and sometimes there are some really positive benefits to his morning alter ego. the selfish parts of him don’t really feel like giving it up, especially if you don’t mind. that being said, he only apologizes for behavior he intends to change, so if this sort of morning routine is okay with you, he doesn’t really have anything to say sorry for. he’s so grateful that you have so much patience and love for him and he’s glad that there’s someone who is willing to help him stay punctual <333

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- once in a blue moon on these days off, armin wakes up before you (he’s well rested sometimes???) and if that happens he will move closer to you and wrap his arms around you

- if you have long enough hair he will brush it off your forehead. tuck it behind your ears, fix your bonnet, move your braid(s)/ponytail to a more comfy position (etc). he just likes being tentative 

- MORNING FOREHEAD KISSES AJDFADJFLDFEW

- even if he is awake, he will do everything in his power to stay in bed with you for as long as humanly possible

- on days when he has actual responsibilities, armin is pretty good about being punctual, but he will still stay in bed as long as humanly possible and go through a shortened version of his routine. he’s good about being places on time, but it doesn’t mean he is in a good mood

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- and finally, despite everything, he doesn’t drink caffeine in the morning. he is a firm believer that a cold glass of water will wake him up faster. since he doesn’t eat much for breakfast, he doesn’t want to get jittery

[sonofthesaiyans]

SIX YEARS AGO TODAY. NEVER FORGET!

Her name was Sasha. She was amazing.

And Gabi stole her from us.

Hajime Isayama stole her from us.

Yes. Assassin's Bullet. The lowest point in all of Attack on Titan.

This was where it all began. This was where all the anger, hate, and bitterness started. For six years, the continued run of both the anime and the manga has been a LIVING HELL. For me, Sasha Braus truly was the heart of the story, it was her kind soul and noble struggle that won me over, and I always knew she was a greater character than the story allowed her to be.

For me, Attack on Titan ended when Gabi's bullet entered her body. The image of Sasha bleeding out has been burned into my brain so deeply that all else became irrelevant after that. No other scene in fiction ever actively affected my mental well-being as this one still does today, making this the worst thing I have EVER laid eyes on in a series I once was a fan of.

Hajime Isayama had one simple task, and he should have left well enough alone. Never have I felt so profoundly offended by any story like I have been by Gabi's phony and enormously manipulative "redemption" arc, and the fact that Isayama decreed that Sasha, a character he long has neglected, had to die to live out this pathetic stunt of his.....there's few other men on earth who I actively wish the worst upon. A sick bastard who continues to be rewarded for one of the worst character abuses in anime, and for obliging us to one of the absolute worst characters in all of fiction.

It doesn't matter how many excuses Gabi's overzealous diehards make, every single of their excuses has been rooted in Isayama's lies. And they are some of the worst excuses for fans I have ever met. There's clearly no self awareness or humility among her existing circle of fans, and the few who are reasonable are too few and far between. It doesn't matter what they say, and it doesn't matter what that cunt Isayama says in defense of his decisions, I have never ever seen that man as anything less than a liar who has taken too much pleasure in punishing those who have picked up his work. It's because of him that this hideous piece of literature was animated into one of the worst episodes of anime, and his self indulgent need to plug Gabi in EVERY aspect of his story to sell such a hollow and phony message has permanently tainted Attack on Titan.

Chapter 105, Assassin's Bullet is the chapter that made this series UNWATCHABLE.

This FUCKING chapter is why I cannot put the anime back on. If I could, I would have it burned out of existence. And I only can dream of the chance to ream Isayama for how thoroughly his work has negatively affected my psyche. If I had my way, he would be forced to reckon with all he started the day he drafted this fucking thing, a man who has totally lost my respect for this and for having cast a genocidal monster like Eren Yeager in a sympathetic light.

Sasha Braus deserves so much better. A character who is far too good for the story she was introduced in.

Never before have I seen anything advertised with the words "MAJOR DEATH INCOMING" as I did with Assassin's Bullet.

It's transparently obvious how much Isayama wanted to hurt us with this. And how eager he was to supplant Sasha with such an obnoxious and remorseless replacement who he had the gall to frame as being not just a mirror to Eren, but as a mirror to the girl who was the complete OPPOSITE of BOTH of them. If that's not an insult to who Sasha was as a character, then what is?

And that's to say nothing of the glaring absence of her breastplate when Gabi stormed the blimp, this clearly was no accident on the part of this bastard. And I have yet to see the fandom call him forward on it. Not for being a plot hole, but for further serving as a massive middle finger from the man who clearly took a perverse pleasure in setting us up for this torturous turn of events. And to him I can only say he can go to Hell.

And to the fans marking Connie's birthday today, I hardly see any cause for celebrating.

Because Isayama CHOSE this day to hurt us with this.

That's right. The other half of this classic duo who couldn't be bothered to lift a finger to avenge the legacy of his best friend, not even once calling out the one to pull the trigger. And no, I will NOT let that go. More on that matter later, I assure you.

If you ask me, it should have been Connie who took the bullet on that airship, having done absolutely nothing of value for the remaining portion of the story. And certainly nothing to honor what he shared with Sasha. So don't bother counting me as a Springles fan these days, people.

And oh yeah, Eren's laugh......that had to have been Isayama's malice seeping further into the writing. And people wonder why I have it out for this son of a bitch.

And getting back to Gabi, on why she's such an irredeemable little cunt unworthy or sympathy, I think this article sums it up nicely; scroll down to #4 and you got an accurate shorthand for all the reasons for why this bitch has no business EVER becoming such a dominating presence in the final arcs of Attack on Titan.

Absolutely NO redeeming value to this chapter and episode whatsoever. In the end, absolutely nothing about Eren's saga mattered. Not after this. Sasha may not have been the main character, but she was a character who deserved so much more, and the story suffered without presence. I don't give a flying fuck what the fans say, I don't care what Mappa says, I don't care what Japan says, and I certainly do not fucking care what Isayama says for why any of this "had" to happen, it didn't:

BECAUSE THERE IS NO ATTACK ON TITAN WITHOUT SASHA BRAUS.

Today I broke my own rule of never posting any images of this motherfucking travesty on my page. But frankly, I don't know how else to better illustrate my anger. It makes me feel unclean to recall everything of this episode and everything that followed in its wake.

Justice for Sasha Braus. Because our beloved Potato Girl deserves it. One day Isayama's hand must be forced, and when that happens, may she be restored to us, and this black stain that is Assassin's Bullet expunged from this saga. Isayama made a bad call, and he must fucking answer for it.

And to all you Gabi fans out there, a little something to all of you who have gone to such insane lengths to defend such a toxic character who you've always been so eager to put on a goddamn pedestal:

Still haven't figured out who I got this from yet? Well let's just say they know better than anybody else as to why Gabi has such a bad reputation to this day. And to them I can only say it's a shame they came to be associated with a character as infamous as Gabi.

And to Gabi herself.......

I would not have hesitated to shiv you myself you little motherfucker. Until we get the scene where you finally face justice, may you burn in hell.

Fuck Assassin's Bullet, and FUCK YOU HAJIME ISAYAMA.

Remember her face people. NEVER FORGET what was stolen from us.

[twpsyn-who]

Soulmate AU in which when you touch your soulmate you swap bodies. It needs to be skin on skin contact and is instant. The only way to get back in the previous body is to touch again, otherwise you're stuck like that.

No matter the body all psychological and physical damage stays with you. That means if you get hurt then swap bodies, you will still feel it despite no longer having the wounds. This is only the case of existing wounds prior to swapping ; if new wounds happen to the hurt body after the swap you won't feel them, but the person in the body when it happens will. A very complicated way of saying that you can't get away from pain by swapping bodies with your soulmate as it will follow you.

There's no known consequences to not changing bodies back once swapped, though some might get sick for a few days after swapping back if they waited a long period of time to change back (say over a month, even longer depending on individual)

Now this but, you know... JeanMarco. And of course they find out during their time in the 104th Training Corps, because there's no way their skin didn't touch at least once in +3 years of training and being as close as they are. It isn't until break when they're able to visit home that they learn what it truly means ; up until that point they used it to swap chores (is the only reason why Jean didn't try to kill Eren during their shared chores- because it was actually Marco all along). At that point they knew each other perfectly.

Of course the whole situation was a little bit awkward for both of them when returning. They probably would end up avoiding each other for a bit because teenager boys and stuff, all until someone finally got the guts to mention the tension and ask them what's wrong- which forces them to talk and stuff. Doesn't matter, this is not what I want to talk about.

But the beautiful battle of Trost and what if, hypothetical speaking of course, they touch skin after Jean gets another ODM? And they're so used with each other by now, they don't even notice until the mission is nearly done anyway. And I don't know man, the idea of Jean dying while in Marco's body? Marco (in Jean's body) saying "I need to find Marco" once the mission is a success and research for his soulmate, just for him to not find him?? Not find him until 3 days later when some of them are assigned cleaning duty in Trost and he finds his own fucking body bitten in half???

The realization that it should've been Marco who died that day, but didn't because he was in Jean's body. The realization that not only his soulmate is dead, but he's stuck living his life. He's stuck living the life Jean can't because he died in Marco's place.

SEEING YOUR DEAD SOULMATE EVERYDAY WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR. Poor Marco would most likely avoy any reflective surface for a very long time, unable to see Jean's face looking at him.

The guilt of lying to everyone, because how does one even begin to explain what's going on? Him lying to Jean's mother to protect her from the harsh truth of the reality- that her son actually died and the one in front of her was a fake.

And the sad truth is that no one would notice because they've been doing it for months already. They knew how to act like each other to perfection. Even if Marco slipped at some point no one would question it because they got many traits from each other already.

[ocean-eyed-lovers]

Eren had been slipping away from them. Armin doesn't want to notice. But when he finally does, it might be too late.

"Let's go talk, Eren. Let's talk about anything, anything you want. You don't have to be the island's only hope anymore. You can be just Eren. My Eren."

[bloodchapell]

hello my princesses, i started writing a longer fic that i will be posting in ao3 under the same name, @bloodchapell . this is an armin x reader fanfic with lots of angst and drama. feel welcome to check it out in the link above! 

love xoxo, your sword

[nightfall-kachiniko]

to talk about tears: Armin would absolutely be sobbing at your wedding. I mean snot and all. he’d literally be in the ground just sobbing so happy and so grateful he gets to marry such a beautiful person.

[clfixationstation]

I feel like there are two versions of Ambassador Armin, two directions this could go.

there's the version that has his shit together, is working himself to the bone but still keeping a somewhat consistent sleep schedule, has put the whole Eren fiasco behind him and turned it into positive fuel for change. Annie and Armin are together and are there for each other :)

and then there's the self-destructive, sleep-deprived version, who's barely holding his appearance together, left jaded by the carnage Eren turned their dream into, moving forward only by the obligation he feels to fix what he broke. Annie and Armin are together, but it's likely strained :(

either way, Armin can no longer die because the only way to fix things is to live

[cosycafune]

I hate when you want someone so badly, but you just can’t have them. they’re almost perfect, but you just can’t have them.