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“ loving you is easy, but life will not always be ,,
little!armin arlert x cg!reader
contains: gn!reader, reader is referred to as “bubba”, reader is sorta in place of annie but she still exists ofc, big big spoilers (basically you have to have seen the end of aot if you don’t want to be spoiled), lots of crying, armin is hella traumatized, talk of death, a crumb of eremin, arguing, armin self deprecating and being existential, hints towards an autistic armin, affectionate reader, reader gets micro cuteness aggression, historia and hange being kinda like rich aunties and spoiling armin rotten, not historically or canonically accurate but we ball-
synopsis: dealing with a post-rumbling world and trying to reestablish world order is no easy feat. it can be highly taxing for someone like armin, and he needs someone to lean on (even though he believes he doesn’t deserve that)
author’s note: this sorta stemmed from the little!armin headcanons post i made a bit ago. i wanted to make a post-canon fic. this is also hella self indulgent so y’all might not agree with how the reader acts, because this is all personal bias. also please put in more agere requests in my inbox i beg.
word count: 2.3k (this be a HEFTY fic)
lyrics in the title are from “sandman” by ed sheeran btw!!
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“no, i’m not saying that! what i’m saying is…” you hear armin’s denial before his words are quickly being drowned out in the other clamors of marleyan leaders.
it all became so much, the bickering between them all like they were hungry seagulls arguing over a slice of bread.
nothing was coherent, until one had spoken much louder than the rest, “none of us would be arguing right now if commander erwin were leading this board meeting instead!”
immediately, you were poised, and everyone fell silent, looking to the source of the offense.
armin stood there with his eyes wide with betrayal. tears quickly formed in his eyes and his mouth went dry.
mikasa stood up from beside him at this. “how dare you insult not only the great leadership of armin arlert, but the legacy of erwin smith!?” she reprimanded. “you have no right to speak that way to armin, do you hear me!?”
the insulter and mikasa immediately begin a cat fight, and the others were roped in as well.
you were tagged in, but only managed a few comebacks before noticing armin sat staring through everyone, looking a thousand yards past them all.
his face was soaked by his tears, and his hands were shaking on the arms of his chair. he was mouthing a single word: “bubba..”
with the other board mates distracted by their school fight with mikasa, you were able to slip away with armin discreetly. you grab him by the hand and rush out of the conference room and silently shut the door behind you.
“armin sweetie, are you okay?” you asked him now that you were both out of the way of chaos.
the blonde looks up from the floor with his glassy sky blues and nodded slowly.
“did you slip, tiny?” you already knew the answer, judging by how his eyes were more glassy and he was more pouty than usual.
he looked down shamefully. “‘m fine. let’s go back in.” he mumbled.
you folded your arms over your chest and blocked the door. “yeah, like i’d let you back in there in your state.” you scoff.
“i needa finish that meeting! please let me back in!” he pressed, trying to shove you away from the door, but his oncoming regression episode made it hard.
“still no. come on, armin. don’t fight your headspace. besides, we both know that trying to talk any sense into those blockheads is impossible.” you reasoned.
the blonde pouts and shoots a glare up at you, a look that was the furthest thing from threatening. he looked like an angry baby bunny.
you laughed at his attempt at looking mean and pat his head. “ohh, so feisty. you gonna kick me too? step on my toes even?” you teased slightly, doing anything you can to stall him.
“don’t give me ideas. i just might.” he warns.
you quirked a brow at this and his pout went from angry to just pleading.
“please, bubba. let me back in. i’ve gotta at least end the meeting.” he begs.
finally, you surrender and step out of the way for him, watching as he wiped the tears out of his eyes and stepped back into the conference hall with a stern look on his blotchy face.
the arguing ceased promptly and everyone turned to face him and you standing beside him for emotional support.
“this meeting is adjourned.” armin announced succinctly, his voice strained has he held back a sob. he said no more, only turning back around and storming back outside.
you tailed behind, watching as he hurried off to his room, where he finally lets his guard down and his tears flow.
“b-bubba…” he managed through his heaving sobs, pawing at the front of your shirt with his shaky fists.
you promptly wrap your arms around him, one hand going to his clenched fist that balled up your shirt. “it’s okay.” you whispered, running your thumb on the back of his hand.
“eren would’ve handled that way better… i’m just a crybaby… i miss him.. i miss eren so much…” he panted tearfully.
you shook your head. “no, actually i think he would’ve killed those guys.” you pointed out, chuckling dryly.
armin swallowed and ducked his head down into your chest sheepishly. “r-right…” he mumbled. “it just… would be so much easier if he were here… if he hadn’t died. why? why did he have to go through with all of that, with becoming the founding titan… the rumbling… and get himself killed? was there really not a way we could save him? why would he become a monster… and leave me behind in this now mostly empty world?” he rambles.
it hurt your heart. to see him so emotionally torn like this physically pained you. it was no secret to you that eren loved armin, and vice versa. so you searched for a way to solace him, wracking your brain for the right thing to say, every word whirling in your mind like a cyclone. finally you came across some words you hoped would sound right coming out. “i think… he just wanted his homeland to be safe from all harm. even if that meant killing everyone else. he believed that if he eradicated all other people, then we would be free. but obviously, his idea was flawed. the people he was meant to protect didn’t want that. but there was no stopping him, aside from killing him.” you attempt to explain.
armin furrows his brows in thought. “so… eren only wan’ed to p’otect us?” he echoes back your words in the indicative tone that let you know he has let himself slip.
you looked down at the now fully regressed boy in your arms and sat him down on the edge of the bed. “that’s right, little conch. eren just wanted you to be safe.” you confirmed, indulging in his regression. “now then, tiny, you want to… change into something more comfy? curl up in bed with a stuffy and a story?” you offer, already knowing his answer would be nothing short of excited.
the blonde immediately brightened up at your words, nodding rapidly and rocking slightly from side to side. “mhm!” he hummed, getting up from the bed and standing beside you at his dresser.
he watches as you pull a selection of pajamas. they were all gifts from historia, each set customized to suit his interest in the sea, one way or another.
some pieces had sea creatures embroidered on them, others were just striped, and there were some plain blue sets as well, each a different shade. but they were all in materials that were good for armin’s texture sensitivities.
the boy felt undeserving of all of the care he’s received from others, and at first tried refusing the clothing from historia.
alas, she insisted he have the clothing.
then you came along and you both learned about his habit of slipping into a childlike mindset, notoriously while under stress and out of the public eye.
armin would realize that wearing those clothes historia gifted him would help him feel better.
and that it did for this case too.
he looked at himself in the mirror as you fixed the waistband of the shorts so there were no folds to bother him, playing with the collar of his shirt and pulling it up into his mouth to chew.
you chuckled and pulled out a brand new teether from your pocket, holding up the squishy ring for him as he ogled it with tenderness.
“dat for me?” he says just above a whisper, his voice cracking slightly.
you nodded and placed it in his hand, the blonde gazing apprehensively.
“what’s the matter?” you question.
he just stares at it unresponsive, his eyes welling up with a fresh wave of tears. “why people so nice t’ me?” he squeaks out.
another crack goes through your heart, breaking it in pieces. you immediately sought to quell his head demons by wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind, your head slotting right against his. “because you’re nice yourself. people want to remind you that you deserve to be treated nice back, my little conch.” you explained, trying to make sense to his regressed state.
your reply had him crying harder, a watery smile on his trembling lips. “bubbaaa…” he whined, rubbing his eye with the back of his fist.
“what is it, tiny?” you acknowledge his whine.
he sniffled before speaking. “i wuv dose nice people ‘oo…” he mumbled shyly, biting onto the teether now.
“the people who are truly kind to you express it in different ways, but they all have one thing in common;” you gained his attention before continuing, “that loving you is not a chore. it’s not something they have to do. those people love you by their own choice, and will do anything to prove it. such as give you gifts, do things for you, like peeling your oranges or fighting for you. they may hug you and try to make those stinky thoughts leave you be.”
armin blinked at his and your reflection, mouth slightly agape as he took your response to register in his mind, using it as ointment to those wounds inflicted on his psyche. “wuv you, bubba…” he muttered into the chewy rubber, snot running down to his lips.
you pick up a hanky to wipe it away, going gently so as not to chafe his face with the linen. “i love you too, minnie baby.” you respond, kissing his cheek softly. “life may not always be easy, but i can promise you that you’ll always be loved and cared for.”
“‘ou promise?” he gives you the sweetest puppy eyes he could muster.
and of course, who wouldn’t fold at such a sweet face? well, probably a titan. you gush and squeeze him slightly in your arms, repeatedly kissing the side of his face. “you—” kiss “are—” kiss “so—” kiss “cute!” kiss, and nuzzle against his cheek.
he giggles loudly, wrapping an arm around your neck and meekly trying to push you away by pressing lightly on your shoulder, though put no actual effort put into the act. “bubba! stahahahap! that tickles!” he laughed and whined on the same breath.
you let up then, running your hand flatly along his back, up his neck, and eventually reaching the turnoff switch that was his scalp. as soon as your fingers are laced in his thick straw blond locks, it’s over for him.
armin turns to putty in your arms once you start scratching his scalp gently, leaning into you fully and seeming boneless.
at this, you decide it was time for him to be put to bed. so, you would scoop him up and personally put him down in bed.
he’s all tucked in, his eyes droopy and his chewing on the teether slow and light. he’s definitely about to drop off.
“how about that story, sweetie?” you suggested.
he wakes up a little bit at that, perking up some like a dog asked if it wanted to go for a walk. “yes, please.” he responds.
you go over to the bookcase and select a random story from the all sea themed selection, which was a gift from commander hange before their untimely passing.
the rainbow fish was tonight’s pick.
armin now sat up in bed, hugging his fish pillow to his chest. he slightly bounced up and down on the bed, scooting over to let you sit beside him at the headboard.
you shifted into a position that was comfortable for you to read to him, and a position where he could comfortably fall asleep. then, you would read to him.
armin was utterly hypnotized by your voice, using it as a lullaby that eventually would bring him to sleep.
with him finally asleep, you kissed his temple and put the lamp out, ready to leave.
though he would whimper out in the midst of his sleep subconsciously, like he knew you were going to leave the room.
you sighed and came back to the bed. “what is it, my little conch?” you inquired.
“wanna snuggle with you…” he tells you softly.
you smiled and immediately took your boots and jacket off, untucking your button up and tank top, then stepping out of your pants and leaving just your underclothes on. once you were mostly undressed, you slip into bed beside armin, cuddling him close to your chest as you both succumbed to your slumber.
Hi! I saw your requests were open, could I request some headcanons for som Caregiver!Zayne?
cg!zayne headcanons☃️
a/n: AAAAAAA yes yes!! absolutely ^^ i’m so glad you put this request in, clears out the cobwebs in here xD also HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZAYNE!!!!
tws: medical stuff mentioned, but not in graphic detail!! also mild allusion to zayne’s myths (so angst lol)
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🍬 zayne first heard about your regression through dr. noah of course, and it was then that many things started making sense to him: your little episodes where you seemed to seem out of it, your childlike attachment to specific objects, and some other clues
🩺always makes sure you take your meds on time and you get your checkups done (and ofc he’s your doctor even when regressed)
🥼lets you play doctor with him and waters down his extremely technical terms to everyday things. he might even be silly about it
❄️astra is always a little gremlin in the back of his mind saying how he’s gonna hurt you with his evol
☃️when you regress on trips to the arctic with him, he takes extra time off his research to be with you and interact with you so you don’t feel neglected
🍬yk that thing where he always has a candy in his pocket for mc? yeah I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE ZAYNE LI 🫵
🩺only the most clinical boo-boo attender ever. like if you scrape your knee while playing and this man will stop everything to cleanse the wound and patch it up (ofc with fun bandaids). he locks in on that stuff
🥼researches for places all over linkon (and snowcrest, when you go there) for the most little-friendly activities tailored to your exact needs
❄️sometimes zayne pushes himself away from you out of immense fear of hurting you with his evol
☃️constantly has nightmares of his little getting into an accident involving his evol, the image of you cowering before him in terror, whispering “zaynie… ‘ou hurt me… go ‘way!”
🍬definitely takes bites of your desserts “to make sure it’s safe” (you might just have to order carrot cake so he won’t try and eat it)
🩺 to him, you’re his “sweetheart, little jasmine, little troublemaker,”
🥼will let you call him any name under the sun, yes even something like “weenie farthead”
❄️leaves you extra evol snow figures when you’re little, and they make for great playtime toys
🎂BIRTHDAY BONUS!!!🎂
cg!zayne who wakes up to find his little one wide awake at his side with a handmade present in hand just for him, and he nearly breaks down in sobs, because it’s the best thing anyone has ever given him for his birthday as a gift. he holds you delicately, as though you’re a precious gem. and when he reads your card you wrote when you were big, he is gone.
ft. cg!jean, little!sasha, little!connie, cg!eren, little!mikasa, little!armin
summary: the kids in squad levi spend their first halloween night in marley
contains: SO much angst (i kissed the bricks as i threw them, i promise), multiple povs, a lot of historical inaccuracies, eren being slightly distant and dealing with his thoughts of the future, swearing, armin isn't regressed at first but does slip during the story, jean is mean to armin, jean and eren nearly get into a fight, canon compliant, a tiny little bit of EMA (platonic for the sake of the fic ofc), that fuckass clown
word count: 1.7k
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As the truck's braked in the crowded cobble streets of Marley, the six Eldians in the back of Onyakopon's truck all looked around, gawking at the oranges, yellows, browns, and reds of autumn.
Armin could slightly read one sign, as he picked up a few books on the Marleyan language a few years back. "Hallow... een...?" He struggles to read.
"Huh? What the hell's that?" Connie grunted.
"It must be a Marleyan festival of some kind." Armin replied, his index finger to his chin as he pondered it.
"Ooh, a festival you say? Then there's gotta be some tasty food involved!" Sasha gasped, already attempting to clamber out of the truck bed before Jean grabbed her by the back of her shirt and plopped her back down.
"Easy, Sash. I know you're excited. Just sit tight for a second. We're trying to figure out some course of action before jumping into this hollow-ween celebration, or whatever it's called." Jean said to her.
The brunette pouted and sat back against the covered crate with her arms folded over her chest. "But what if the food's all gone before we can get out of this stupid truck?" She whined.
"Trust me, they're always making more food at these festivals; they know it's in high demand." Onyakopon assured the girl, chuckling through his words as he called through the open window looking onto the truck bed.
"I think my dad went to a harvest festival here in Marley, I remember glimpses of one from his memories..." Eren muttered just loud enough for Mikasa and Armin to hear.
Mikasa turned to look at Eren. She peeked from just below the brim of her hat. "Really? Well, if you know at least a little bit about this, could you maybe... mmm..." She began, but went shy towards the end of her statement, her head dipping down sheepishly.
Eren let out a soft amused hum. He knew she got a little shy when asking for help with anything, especially when regressed. She always insisted she was a big girl. But this time—considering it may be the last time Eren gets to spend time with his best friends like this—he wanted to take care of Mikasa when she was in this vulnerable state. "I hear you, Meeks." He smiled softly, placing his hand on her head.
She ogled up at him with her melted steel eyes, reminding him of the day Eren first gave her his scarf after rescuing her from the men that kidnapped her.
It was that same exact look, and it pained Eren to his soul. Those eyes, full of so much trust that he would have to break so she could find the strength to kill him eventually.
“Okay, you brats. You each have fifty rand. Spend it wisely, and don’t bicker over it.” Levi gave each of the kids their money and shooed them off. “Don’t die or get kidnapped. Be back here by 22:00. Got it?” He commands.
“Yes, Levi!” The six of them all agreed unanimously.
“Good. Now, get out of my sights.” The captain dismisses them.
With his message, everyone scattered like dandelions in the wind.
Connie and Sasha argued over where to go first, struggling to come to an agreement before Jean stepped in.
"Alright, you two. Quit fighting. How's about we go that way?" He suggested, pointing to a random, frankly sketchy looking alleyway.
The two regressors under Jean's supervision would deadpan him synchronously.
"Um, Jean? Do you even know what's that wa-" Armin started before the man interrupted.
"Oi, would you stop with that bullshit? I'm sick and tired of this 'um, actually' shtick, just knock it off! You and your stupid books bring nothing but trouble for us all!" Jean snapped on Armin, getting in the blonde boy's face as he yelled loud enough to draw attention from Marleyan citizens enjoying their time.
The silence that hung between them was brief, and Armin's breath hitched with a sob, breaking Jean's veil of red.
"Shit, I-I didn't mean...!" The brunet stammered, hands flexing out to grasp for air.
Mikasa had already come and wrapped the boy in her arms, her big sister mode activated instinctively. She glared up at Jean through eyes full of hurt.
"Jean, what the hell is wrong with you?" Eren growled through clenched teeth, already grabbing the other man by the collar. "We've only gotten this far because of Armin and his 'stupid books'—as you put it—so don't you dare start this shit here, especially since we're supposed to be enjoying ourselves like Captain Levi permitted us to. It is a privilege to be able to do this, so if you fuck this up for all of us, I'll make you pay, Horse Face." He has Jean backed against the wall of a house.
"Eren, please stop..." Mikasa pled to him softly, voice shaky as she held her ground as best as she could in that young mindset of hers.
The green-eyed boy slowly released Jean from being pinned to the wall at that, and turned to bear witness the heartbreaking sight of his two most favorite people crying and holding onto each other, looking so terrified and vulnerable. "I'm sorry, guys. I let my emotions get the best of me again, huh?" He sighed, setting a hand on either of their heads and rubbing his thumb over the woolen material of their hats.
His two regressed friends keened into his touches like cats, before he pulled away from them all too soon. They made little sounds of discontent as well, something akin to a mewl.
…
Now, everyone was sat at a picnic table with their own choice of meals from the food tents.
Sasha was chowing down on some meat pie, humming with delight at the flavors.
Connie ate the same thing, doing a happy little wiggle with every bite.
Jean took a reluctant bite of sausage, but his eyes widened as the juicy meat and spices spilled out into his mouth from the sausage casing. "Damn, that's good!" He exclaimed.
Mikasa, Eren and Armin all had some dish made with squash and pumpkin, a few strange breaded balls of plant-based protein that were called falafel. Everything they ate was filled to the brim with flavor, unlike the soldier rations and cafeteria food they had survived on for the last five years.
Armin skeptically chews through a mysterious ball, scrunching his button nose and furrowing his brows as he analyzed the flavor and textures of it before smiling in his own delight.
"'s it good, 'min?" Mikasa asked him, her eyes wide and curious.
The blonde nodded and hummed approvingly.
…
All six of the Scouts walked around aimlessly for a while, still debating what to do next.
When all of a sudden, a voice comes from behind Armin.
"Heeeeyyyy kid... want some candy?" Once Armin turns, he comes face to face with a rather creepy looking clown.
"Uhhh... no thanks!" Armin refused politely.
"Aw, come on. It'll be nice and sweet~" The clown pushed.
Jean stepped up to intervene, pushing the clown back with one hand. "He told you no. Be a man and take it." He delivered the sentence coldly.
The man in clown makeup made an expression akin to a suffocating fish and put his hands up in yield to the boy. "Okay, jeez! I'm goin' already!" He tells Jean, speed-walking away from the group.
Armin looked to Jean with gratitude amidst his soft aloof expression.
The brunet gives him a soft smile back.
…
None of the kids can say for sure how they got to this point, but now the four regressed Scouts were sugared up on apple cider, cinnamon ice cream, and a slice of pumpkin pie each. They were shouting from their points on the swinging carousel, Sasha treating her swing like it was ODM gear.
"Sasha! Be careful! This stuff isn't as secure as using ODM gear!" Jean warned his little.
Connie was also doing the same thing, which led to him receiving the same treatment from Jean.
Armin, Eren, and Mikasa just swing in quiet, but Mikasa and Armin giggled and smiled, gently kicking their feet in their seats.
Eren took a mental photograph of the moment, taking it as one moment to reminisce on while he destroyed the world.
But the look that Mikasa was giving him, with that smile of hers and the glint of joy, something so fleeting in this world, could be found in her eyes as the lights of the swinging carousel whizzed by.
Armin's sea blue gaze fell back on Eren as well, and seemed to notice how much turmoil was bubbling in the capillaries of Eren's green—or were they blue eyes?
…
"Step right up and get yourself a faux stuffed animal, folks!" A carnival games operator called out from behind a booth.
The plank wall behind him was lined with a bunch of lead balloons, a basket of darts sat by the operator's chair.
Armin whimpered softly at the connection of the balloons and the darts, realizing that this was a game about popping balloons. He froze up, clinging onto Eren's coat sleeve.
"What's up? Is it the balloons?" The caregiver asked him.
Armin nods shyly. How he hated feeling weak for being so scared of the silliest things.
"It's okay. I'll sit by you. Mikasa is gonna play against Sasha, wanna watch her? I'll cover your ears too." Eren reassures him.
The blonde nods again and leans on Eren's shoulder, his pale hands laying over Eren's bigger hands as they went over his ears, muffling the sharp popping noises the balloons made when they were burst by the sharp, feather-tailed darts.
Of course, in the end, Sasha ended up beating Mikasa in their game of pop-the-balloon. Sasha was the sniper, so it was bound to happen.
Sasha chose a big sloth plushie (but thought it was a bear so she kept calling it a bear).
Connie wanted one for himself too, but blew all his money on the carnival's goldfish game.
But both of them named their prizes after each other.
And it would only be cruel irony that the goldfish named Sasha would die the same day as human Sasha,
Sloth Connie living to see the end of it all, just like his human predecessor.
