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I'm so sorry, this is so late! I couldn't finish the series in time, it isn't Eremin Week anymore, but I needed to finish it, so, I posted the last two chapters for my Eremin Week series only now. Better late than never, I guess.

Thank you if you read it. I'm a sucky writer, but I try.

If anyone would like to read it, here's the link!

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Link Cable - Swap prompt

Title: Link Cable Pairing: Eremin Fandom: AoT/SnK AN: Like this one better, even though it's shorter, but I got to make them big bad dorks together. Plus I just now realized that they kind actually gave those dolls there personalities but you know what? Deal with it. B)

Long distance relationships were not easy, as Eren Jaeger was fast learning.

He had only seen Armin Arlert through pictures, and only heard his voice through a crap-tastic headset microphone, but he knew it was love. They talked a lot, despite Armin living in a little rural town somewhere in Kansas and Eren trapped in a city in Florida, and had tons of shared interests. They both loved playing video games and both enjoyed reading –Armin more so, since Eren spent a good chunk of his time surfing with his friends and participating in track and field – and they both liked being outside. Armin had always had piss-poor stamina, though, so he usually sat on the front porch of his grandfather’s ranch and read, or went for walks around the property with Petunia or Rufus or Scout, his grandfather’s three border collies that helped keep the livestock in line. He did ride horses in local racing tournaments and things similar to that, so they could relate that with Eren’s swim contests and go one for hours about the prep work that came with each task.

Eren was pretty sure he knew more about proper horse maintenance than he’d ever wanted to; on the reverse, though, he was pretty sure Armin knew more about proper maintenance of a surfboard than he ever wanted to know either. Then again, Armin was a scholar in every sense of the word and adored getting to add anything – no matter how trivial – to his vast wealth of knowledge. Eren would always remark that he was a “nerd” and Armin would counter-point with the fact that Eren was a “bro-dude”. That was about as wild as their insults ever got, though, and it was always said simply in light jest.

They also shared a love of travel and a desire to see the world.

Armin had never left his little hum-drum hometown, given his grandfather had a lot of responsibility on the farm and his parents had passed away in a car accident when he was seven, but he dreamed of the day he could go and see other states. He was taking Spanish at school and teaching himself Italian and Russian at home for fun. Meanwhile, Eren’s family had always taken car rides when he was a kid and they were some of his best memories. He loved taking in the scenery of another area and, while not so good with foreign tongues outside of German since he’d learned it from his grandparents early on, they idea of traveling around Europe was exciting.

Especially if he’d be making said travels with Armin; however, for the meantime, the two were trying to make the whole long-distance thing work.

They had made a decision recently, to do a little gift exchange with one another so that it would be less lonely. It was actually Eren’s idea after they had been battling with their Pokémon over the wireless server – the same way they had met, a year ago when X and Y had first launched – and chatting over skype with only vocals, since they both lacked the possession of a web cam. “Hey,” Eren had said with a start just as Armin’s Sylveon took Eren’s Zygarde out with one well-planned Moonblast.

“Hey nothing. I have told you before,” Armin laughed back, “that if you choose to overload your team with legendries then I am going to wipe the floor with them just to make a point. Maybe you should try raising up a couple of different teams to use for battle; kicking your butt every time we battle isn’t much fun when I know exactly how to exploit you.”

“No, not about that! I had an idea!” Eren huffed as he setn out his Chesnaught to replace its fallen comrade, though he did note the remark about his team. He wondered how Armin would respond when he unleashed his new perfectly-bred team once he was done getting them all leveled up? “You’ve been playing the games since the beginning too, right? You mentioned it once before.”

“Hm? Yeah, I have. What are you thinking?”

Eren felt his grin grow wider. “Well, you still have a lot of the stuff you got as a kid when it was really huge?”

“Uh, duh. I mean, a lot of my cards are really rare and sentimental. You can pry my holographic Venusaur out of my cold dead hands,”

“Do you only have cards? Nothing else?”

“Well… I still have some other figures and one plush doll of my favorite Pokemon le-!”

“Perfect! Me too!” The brunette rushed up out of his seat, yanking the cord of his headphones from the computer as he went. The headset slumped against his neck as he headed to his nearby bookcase, plucking the toy in question from its usual perch and grabbing the abandoned shoebox for his new sneakers from the floor. “We should trade them!” He declared after setting everything at his desk back up.

“Wait, trade the dolls?” Armin asked incredulously.

The other’s tone put him off a bit, making him wonder if it was actually a bad idea. “Well, yeah. I mean, these plushies have been with us since the first stages of our journeys’ to be the best of the best, right? So if we trade them, it’ll be like having a physical piece of one another there to help us keep going. Only if you want to, I mean,” His voice grew excited as he explained his idea, but started to trail off nervously at the end. Was this a bad idea? Sure, they’d have to exchange actual addresses, but that wasn’t such a big thing anymore, right?

There was a moment of silence before he heard Armin giggle. “Actually, I think I like that idea. Yeah, let’s do it. We can swap addresses via email and ship them off tomorrow morning. That way they’ll arrive around the same time,” Armin suggested, Eren’s enthusiasm becoming contagious.

“Yeah! And we should open them together, so we can share our thoughts!” Eren added, his giddiness returning. He smiled, looking down at his game and then scowling. ”Armin, you little shit! Why would take out Behemoth like that when I wasn’t looking!”

“All’s fair in love and Pokémon battles, you know!” The other laughed back.

Eren still ended up losing that battle, but it was a lose that tasted a little too sweet for one.

The next morning he had wrapped the shoebox up in some leftover Christmas wrapping paper to make it a little more appealing – it was the only thing he had on hand to put the doll in – and sent it on its way to Armin’s. Throughout the next week, he checked the mail every day in hopes that Armin’s half of the trade would come in. He was pretty mopey when, that night on chat, Armin revealed that Eren’s half of the trade had arrived.

Though Armin didn’t know, inside that box was Eren’s prized Blastoise doll. Sheldon, as Eren had cleverly named him, had been a hard find for his parents but well worth it. He had taken that doll with him everywhere; from school, to daycare, back home and even on a lot of family vacations. Sheldon had seen it all with him, both good and bad. When his parents’ marriage fell apart, it was Sheldon that he cuddled at night while he hid his face in his pillow to hide the tears. When he stood up to bullies, Sheldon was right there, situated in the fishnet pouch of his bag like a stuffed guard dog. The poor doll had seen better days, but was still in pretty good shape. A neighbor’s dog had nearly town on of his cannons off, but Eren’s mom had stitched it back on; that was Sheldon’s first battle scar. There was a second along the his shell, where he’d gotten caught on a tree branch. He was missing his left eye, too, but he was still just as squishy and cuddling as he had been all those years ago.

Though Eren would never admit it, he sometimes still cuddled with Sheldon on nights where he felt anxious about some upcoming event; he had even cuddled with the turtle-inspired doll the night before he asked Armin to be his boyfriend.

“I love the choice of wrapping paper, by the way. Snowmen in top hats just never go out of fashion, do they?” Armin teased, trying to lighten up Eren’s sulky mood.

Eren huffed lightly, arms over his chest, and tilted his chair back with his legs under the desk for support. “I didn’t want to just send just a box! That would have been boring!” He huffed before his bedroom door opened and his mother poked her head in. He blinked a few times before shifting his headset that one of his ears was no longer covered. “It’s not a school night, my homework is done and I don’t have anything to do early tomorrow morning.” He knew what questions she usually came trotting up with and he decided to nip them all in the bud.

“I am well aware,” She said simply, shifting and pulling a square shaped item covered in newspaper from behind her. He sucked in a deep breath and looked between her and the item frantically. “This came for you earlier today. I wanted to wait until you were done with your schoolwork to give it to you.” She said, extending it far enough that he could reach it.

“Thank you,” He said softly, his stomach whirling excitedly. Carla chuckled at him before leaving him to his private conversations; or, rather, his conversations since he could get so energetic she could hear him all the way in the living room. “So you give me lip from using wrapping paper but you just used a newspaper? How cheap.”

“Hey, I made sure to use the funnies section,” Armin laughed lightly.

“Oh, so I could get a cheap laugh? How sweet of you,” He chuckled back, shaking his head before looking down again. His heart was hammering away in his chest. What could the box hold inside? What Pokémon had been so important to him that he had kept a doll of it by his side all these years? He could hardly wait to see! “Armin, it’s time. Who should go first?”

“I thought we were going to go at the same time?”

“Okay, on the count of three. Sound good?”

“Yeah. One,”

“Two,”

“Three,” They said the last number at the same time before Eren dug into the paper, not caring as he tore the face off some character as they delivered the punch line. Under the paper was a plain brown box that was taped on the top and bottom. He pressed the sides in slightly, making the tape part and letting him tear it away easily. He could hear Armin chuckling in the headset, already having opened his end of the trade, and tore the flaps off and grabbed the item inside.

What he pulled out was a stuffed doll of Rapidash, one of the original fire types. He smiled slightly and wondered, briefly, how he hadn’t expected as much. Armin had admitted that his two favorite animals were horses and dogs before. The doll was in really good shape from just the basic glance over, but upon closer inspection he could tell that the back left hoof was a slightly different color than the others. Perhaps the doll had needed a transplant at one point? “Okay,” Armin said, regaining Eren’s attention, “so who should start? Proper introduction for their new trainers only seem fair.”

Eren laughed and agreed, sharing the story of Sheldon first. He admitted that the name was meant to be a pun – because he has a shell on his back – but it was the same name he gave his very first Blastoise in game too. Sheldon had himself an Adamant Nature, and was a little quick tempered too, but he was loyal and fierce. He would protect his teammates and trainer with his whole being and would not back down from any challenge. If he had to be given a move set, Eren decided on Blizzard, Hydro Pump, Surf and Skull Bash.

The little Rapidash in front of Eren was a female and her name was Grace; Armin had named her after his mother, because she was the one that had ignited his passion for horseback riding. Armin confessed that he named his first Ponyta in-game Speckles, after the horse he was taking care of at the time he got the game. Grace had a Modest Nature but was known to be impetuous and silly from time to time. She wasn’t the strongest fighter on the team, but she could hold her own pretty well and was always willing to join the fray if any of her teammates needed her. She had a sort of leader-quality to her, despite not being a starter like most leaders, so usually stood as second-in-command and helped keep the group in one piece. After a moment or two of debating, Armin decided that her move set would be Double Team, Flamethrower, Fire Blast, and Toxic.

Eren chuckled lightly, hugging the plush toy to himself and pressing his nose to the fluffy mane. The doll smelled like hay and sweet fruit juice and he realized that this must be what Armin smelt like. He blushed a bit but his grin widened and he breathed in a bit deeper.

Long distance relationships were not easy, as Eren Jaeger was learning, but he was certain that he and Armin could make it work.

[its-me-your-fangirl]

I don't think I'll be able to post the next part of my Eremin Week series because I just can't write! I'm a sucky writer, but today nothing's coming out att all, even though I have all the ideas ready to be written :(

I'll try my best tomorrow and post day six and seven all at once.

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Slap on Some Lipstick - Secret Rendezvous prompt

Title: Slap on Some Lipstick Pairing: Eremin Fandom: AoT/SnK AN: I was going to try and be prompt and punctual, but literally some crazy shit happened on Sunday that has left me reeling since. Instead of getting to relax, I spent most of my days of staying busy so as to not think, and was away from the computer. I typed this up last night but forgot to post it, and I will try to get the other prompts filled in before Saturday.

He shifted his weight slightly on his feet before raising his hand and tapping at the door. The door popped open and he was greeted by a topless – as in no shirt or bra - dark haired woman. Her hair was tied off in a lazy ponytail and she had an orange popsicle in her mouth. His cheeks turned pink, his eyes darting to his feet. “Oh, hey there Armin. What’s up?” She asked, gold eyes glinting a bit in surprise.

“H-Hello Ymir. How are you?” He squeaked out nervously.

Shuffling was heard on the other side of the door. “Damnit Ymir! I told you to put a shirt on twenty minutes ago!” The higher tones of another woman snapped before the darker woman was shoved aside to reveal a tiny blonde woman.

“What the Hell, Toria?” Ymir huffed, letting herself be shoved back in the direction of the bedroom. “I thought you were just being a prude; if you had told me Armin was coming over I would have!”

The blonde rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Do I normally care if you trot around the apartment without any clothes on? Anyway, come on in and get settled in. would you like something to drink?” She offered while stepping aside and letting him enter.

“Ah, yeah, a drink would be great. Thank you,” He chuckled lightly while heading to the small futon in the front. His cousin, Historia, lived in a tiny studio apartment with her girlfriend, Ymir, but it had a cozy feel to it. There was a small wall separating the would-be bedroom from the living room and tiny kitchen space so he could no longer see Ymir, but he could hear her grumbling a bit about what a “pushy blonde tramp” the other woman was.

“Did you want cola or citrus?” Historia called over her shoulder curiously.

“Cola please,” He called back as Ymir returned, flopping down next to him. Half her icy treat was gone and she had tossed on an old T-shirt with a faded lettering that read “Night” with a picture of an owl next to it. “Hello again Ymir. Doing alright, I assume?”

“Same old, same old. So, what are you doing here?” She hummed before taking another bite of her ice cream.

“He has a date and needs help getting ready,” Historia said as she brought over the drink, handing it to Armin with a bright grin. She popped the tab of her own drink and took a quick swig. “As per usual, of course.”

The small town of Trost was heavily led by religion - even if not all its denizens went to church as often as they should have - as its founder intended. As such, touchy subjects like sexuality and gender identity struggled pretty hard to find anyone willing to listen to a counter-argument on why being gay/bi/ace/pan/trans/what-have-you was not a crime that would send you straight to Hell. The few individuals who developed the courage to be honest about who they were inside were always met with harsh judgment and vicious taunting that eventually led to them either fleeing the town or taking much darker escape routes. Historia was one such example of that; nearly two years ago, Ymir had come to the small to attend the community college – since it would be cheaper and easier to make a transfer to finish her degree at a University – and the two had formed a fast friendship. About seven months after Ymir’s arrival, however, the whole town learned that the two young woman were far from friends when Historia’s parents walked in to find the dark haired woman using their daughter’s thighs like a pair of earmuffs.

Mr. and Mrs. Reiss had been absolutely scandalized over the whole ordeal, and Armin had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from busting up at the whole thing as they chattered about it to his own parents.

Ever since, the two women had been slumming it together in their tiny apartment, scrambling to make ends meet and keep up with their courses. They were hazed by their peers – one guy had actually gotten his nose busted, justifiably so, by Ymir when he tried to sexually assault Historia – and got weird looks on the street. They struggled to get the hours they needed at their jobs but somehow they seemed to make it work and were happy together, despite the hardships. They planned to leave the town as soon as possible – Historia only needing one more semester before she’d have her degree in nursing and Ymir two more semesters away from needing her University transfer – but seemed content as things were as long as they were just together.

Seeing how much the two were going through, however, had put Armin’s secret boyfriend, Eren Jaeger, on edge and worried for the blonde boy’s well-being. Eren was well known through town for having a short fuse and being eager to throw punches if you stepped on his toes. Most people knew better than to poke and prod him, but Armin Arlert? Armin was simply known as the bookworm with a tendency to call out people much bigger than him and then get thoroughly beaten for his efforts. It was usually after that point that either Eren or their friend, Mikasa Ackerman, would retaliate at his bullies with equally volatile actions. To try and fix this problem, Armin had come up with a plan so they could go out with any fear of backlash from the ignorant masses.

The solution being that they drive to the next town over – about a ninety minute drive there and back – for their dates with Armin dressed in drag.

Historia had been more than eager to help Armin with getting guised up the first time when he told her his plan. She helped him with picking which outfit to wear – she even dedicated a small plastic shelf in her closet to the clothes she’d picked out for him -  as well as helped him with his hair and usually a little bit of make-up. Historia hummed lightly as she headed back to the bedroom space of the apartment. “So where is he taking you this time?” She called over her shoulder.

“Well, it’s our first anniversary so he said the little Italian place up there,” Armin said with a small smile. The first three months, before he had come up with his plan, had been hard for them both. They had to go out with groups or with a third person so no one would suspect, and it was hard to be romantic with so many other people around. Eren was not necessarily happy that they couldn’t be obvious about their relationship, but Armin’s safety was more important to him. And since Armin insisted that he didn’t mind having to dress like a girl – if the young blonde was honest, he rather enjoyed the freedom that came with skirts and dresses – they decided they would do what they must until they could make their own great escape from Trost. “I’m pretty nervous though. Do I even have anything nice enough for that place?” Most of Armin’s clothes were more business-casual or just straight casual, since more oft then not their dates were little things; movies and desserts, or trips to the zoo or the carnival when it came through.

“I might have something that will fit you. Get over here and put on that bra first though; I need to make sure it doesn’t flaunt the goodies you don’t have,” His cousin called and he blushed a bit at her. He could remember a time when she had been a sweet and easily flustered young lady; then again, given how her parents found out about her sexuality, maybe she had never been that innocent to begin with. He set his drink on the small coffee table, using a coaster despite the tables already scuffed top, and headed over.

“Have him were that spaghetti strap one, the one that’s, like, really dark blue or something? That’s the one with the matching jacket; if he wears that it’ll cover up the fake cleavage and no one will be the wiser,” Ymir called after him. He paused and stared at her curiously. She smirked slightly to herself, feeling his eyes on her. “You made sure to wash that one after we went out last week though, right? I don’t think he or Eren would appreciate borrowing a dress that smells like sex and wine.”

Historia poked her head around the corner and glared at her lover, nose crinkling slightly at her words. “Honestly, why do I keep you around?” She called before pulling the dress in question out. It was a cobalt blue with a skirt that looked like it would reach just past Armin’s knees. It looked like it would be loose enough around the waist to keep his lack of curved hips from being too noticeable.

“Because of the incredible sex, that’s why!” Ymir cackled back merrily.

Historia rolled her eyes as she handed the hanger of the dress to Armin, along with the bra she’d mentioned. He wasn’t sure what the two women had purchased, but they had stitched some kind of material into the cups so that they looked like real breasts and, upon just slight brushes, seemed to feel like the real thing too. He ditched his shirt and started getting the bra and dress on while Historia turned on the light in front of the tiny sink and pulling out her make-up kits. “So, how are you and Eren doing? I know he’s been pretty busy at work, from the looks of it?” She asked politely, pulling her computer chair over to the sink.

Historia worked at a small café across the street from the mechanics shop that Eren was working at, the two of them occasionally crossing paths.

“Oh, he’s doing as well as could be expected. He’s been having some trouble with the boss giving him overtime since they just had a guy quit, but I told him to just be grateful for the extra cash he’ll be getting out of it,” He chuckled, dusting off the skirt of the dress after making sure to remove his jean. The hem brushed along the bottom of his knee caps and the dress did help hid his less than feminine hips, just as he had expected. The dress was a bit higher up on his chest than expected, but he still wanted to wear the jacket Ymir had mentioned; better safe than sorry, after all.

“He mentioned he was looking into apartments up in Seattle. I didn’t know that the two of you were already thinking about leaving,” She commented with a small giggle.

“Wait, what? You two can’t leave before us! You filthy cheaters!” Ymir called from the front room. Armin looked between the two, frowning and eyes gleaming in confusion.

Luckily enough, Historia seemed to pick up on his sudden bafflement and was quick to get his focus on her. “Ymir, just go back to watching Family Feud,” She said while leading Armin over to the sink with her, indicating that he take a seat.

“But I’m watching Baggage!”

“I don’t believe I asked for back-sass, young lady!” She huffed. When her only response was a loud, wet raspberry, she rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I take it he didn’t mention any of that to you?” She asked softly, picking up her eyeliner and tilting Armin’s head up so she could see what she was doing better. He closed his eyes and made a small displeased noise.

“No, he hadn’t. I mean, I only have another semester left before I’ll be done and ready to leave, but we hadn’t discussed where we wanted to go,” He commented nervously.

“Maybe he was going to mention it tonight, now that you two have a year of commitment under your belt,” She suggested, remaining chipper and optimistic. He hummed again, still not seeming completely placated by her words. “Well, how are your classes? Still going for a degree in culinary arts?”

He perked up at that and the two fell into merry chatter about what Armin had been learning. He was excited over talking with someone about what he’d been taught about presentation, as well as the joys and horrors of working with frosting. While Eren always listened to what he said, it was nice to chat with someone who seemed equally as interested. The two were just talking about the perils of preparing chicken dishes when they heard a loud rattling noise outside the apartment building. “Sounds like your Knight in white Toyota is here,” Ymir commented as she appeared in the doorway, grinning slightly at Armin. Historia was just adding the final touch of some lip gloss. “Well don’t you make for a pretty girl? Anyway, you still have the spare key so you can let yourself in if neither of us is awake when you get back, right?”

“Yeah. I keep it right next to my house key,” Armin stated as he stood up. He gave himself a once over in the mirror and smiled at the reflection.

“If it’s late when you get back you can beat one of us out of bed, though. It’s not a long walk back to your house but it’ll probably be chilly tonight; don’t want you catching your death out there,” She stated, her amber eyes warm with sincerity.

He felt a faint blush brim on his cheeks and he nodded. “Okay. Thank you,” He hummed. It wasn’t something she was known for, but Ymir really was a kind girl underneath it all. It always filled his heart with joy when she showed him her softer side; it proved that she cared about him and saw him as a friend, after all.

Historia disappeared in her closet for a moment before returning with the jacket. She shoved it in to his hands before trotting over to his jeans and pulling out his keys, cell and wallet. “Now, have a fun time and don’t be afraid to text me if you need help. Like, if his truck breaks down on your way, do not hesitate to call me. I know he’s a mechanic, but the fact that he hasn’t dealt with that noise yet is just… Well, anyway, have a lovely time,” The other blonde rambled, placing his things in one of the spare purses she kept in her closet. She turned and beamed at him, resetting the strap on the bag without needing to watch her own hands. “You look absolutely adorable, by the way.”

“Thank you,” He chuckled while taking the handbag from her. He adjusted it comfortably on his shoulder and headed out, waving again at the two women as he trotted out into the night. He resisted a shiver – he was probably going to take Ymir up on her offer later – and jogged as best he could in the wrap-around heels that Historia had shoved his way after finishing her work on his eyes. He smiled slightly at Eren, leaning against the hood of the truck.

The other had his hair slicked back – slicked back with gel or something like a proper gentleman! – and wore a deep scarlet colored shirt with a black tie and black slacks. The long sleeves were rolled and tucked at his elbows, though, and Armin felt the back of his neck warm when he saw the muscles twitch as the other rapped the hood with his fingers lightly. His eyes were staring off to the side but he perked up when Armin cleared his throat. He blinked three times, turquoise eyes drinking him in, before he smiled and pushed off the vehicle. “You look great,” He said, his grin reaching ear to ear.

Eren always smiled at him like that and it left his stomach feel like it was full of butterflies. He managed a shy smile of his own in return. “So do you. Such a difference a shower and nice clothes do for you,” He teased.

“Hey now, keep talking like that and I won’t open your door for you,” The brunette chuckled, but moved to the handle of the passenger side regardless.

“How sweet of you,” Armin hummed, climbing in carefully once the door was open. He didn’t want to ruin Historia’s dress. He relaxed slightly in his seat as Eren settled in as well. “So, Seattle?”

Eren tensed up slightly, a faint blush coming to his cheeks as he buckled up his seat belt and shifted the car out of park. “Well, you like the rain and the coast, right? Seattle gets tons of rain, and it isn’t too far from some beaches. It’s close to California, too, so we can go to beaches there and in Oregon too! I mean, California would be warmer since it has the best whether I think but I figured it’d be better to stick to somewhere in Washington; Seattle was just the first place I thought of,” He fumbled while backing out of the spot and heading out of the small complex.

Armin smiled lightly. “You should talk to me about these things, you know,” He mused lightly while finally taking the time to buckle his own seatbelt.

“I don’t want to stress you out though. I mean, you’ve got class and everything already,” He mumbled while turning on to the street, groaning as he narrowly missed hitting a huge pothole. He turned to face him at the stop sign a few feet away. “Plus, I honestly just want to leave here. I’m tired of all this hiding and lying and pretending. I just… I just really want to be with you.”

The other’s eyes lit up, turning a blue that could rival the afternoon sky, and smiled. “I know. But we’ll figure everything out when the time comes. Can you just hang out for a little longer?”

Eren let out a small whine but nodded. “I don’t really have much of a choice. Someone decided he wanted to go to college or something,” He mused, the teasing air coming back to his voice. Armin smiled and reached over, setting his hand on top of Eren’s on the gear shift.

“You won’t be complaining so much when I can make you fancy foods you can’t even pronounce,” He mused back, smile widening when the other male shifted his pinky to wrap it around Armin’s.

Even if the whole thing was hard, it was worth it.

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It's almost ending, such a shame! Every week should be Eremin Week :(

Eremin Week II - Day Five: Heroes

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Eremin Week- Day 4: Secret Rendezvous

once again, it tilted... *bangs head against wall*

also, if you can't read my writing, Mikasa is saying "Eren? Armin! Where are you guys?" Ooooh~ secret kisses behind the bushes >///< 

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Eremin Week- Day 3: Fairytale

sorry the pic is sort of tilted... it was normal before I posted it v.v

[sumnoah]

eremin week ii:  day six - 'swap'  [ao3]

I think Armin’s mad at me. He just stood up with a huff and marched across the playground to sit with Marco instead. They both look pretty grumpy actually. Marco’s even pouting. I look around the playground and realise why.

Jean’s lying facedown on the ground in the blue-chalked timeout circle. Marco must’ve drawn it and banished him there again.

I scratch the back of my head with a sigh and decide to stomp over to him. I nudge his shoulder with my foot. “What did you do this time?”

I think Armin’s mad at me. He just stood up with a huff and marched across the playground to sit with Marco instead. They both look pretty grumpy actually. Marco’s even pouting. I look around the playground and realise why.

Jean’s lying facedown on the ground in the blue-chalked timeout circle. Marco must’ve drawn it and banished him there again.

I scratch the back of my head with a sigh and decide to stomp over to him. I nudge his shoulder with my foot. “What did you do this time?”

He makes a whining sound in the back of his throat before turning his head to the side. He scowls up at me with his cheek smushed against the gravel, making his pout even more pouty.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Don’t fib. You’re in the ‘Jean’s time out’ circle. You obviously did something.”

I nudge him again and he sits up with a groan. “I was looking at Mikasa.”

“Again? You’re stupid.”

“She’s pretty though.”

“You’re still stupid.”

He sticks his tongue out at me before throwing a look over at where Armin and Marco sat with their heads bent together, no doubt concocting a plan of revenge. “Armin looks mad too. What did you do?”

I’m all ready to shoot back a “Nothing!” but I know there’s no use hiding it. I did do a terrible thing after all.

“I… accidentally got my gum stuck in his hair.”

“You what?” Jean looks horrified, and shuffles back on his butt to get away from me. He doesn’t dare move outside the blue circle though.

“Then I cut it out with scissors when he wasn’t looking.”

I already feel pretty ashamed, and know I’ll never forgive myself for destroying one of the most beautiful and pure things on this planet. I don’t need Jean staring at me like I’m some kind of monster. Even if I am one.

“That’s way worse than me looking at Mikasa. Why aren’t you in your timeout circle?”

“Armin says the circle’s too good for the likes of me.” I say miserably. I drop to my knees and crawl into the circle next to Jean. I figure that I may as well punish myself if Armin isn’t going to.

Jean remains sitting, his arms crossed stubbornly as he stares over at our boyfriends talking together quietly. I copy his previous position and lie facedown, trying to reflect on what I’ve done and pretending that the hard ground doesn’t hurt my nose.

I only look up when Jean roughly shakes my shoulder and hisses “They’re coming!”

We sit upright with straight backs when Armin and Marco approach, both with very serious looks on their faces. I try not to flinch as I see the uneven length of Armin’s beautiful yellow hair.

“We’ve decided what we’re going to do.” I shrink under Armin’s stern gaze. Jean seems to suffering a similar misery as Marco turns his head away with a huff, pretending to be disinterested.

“You’re both too difficult to handle. We’ve decided to swap boyfriends for the rest of the week.”

Jean lets out a donkey-like “Hah?” as I stare at them in shock. “What does that mean?”

“It means,” Jean shrivels as Marco shoots him a glare. “That Armin and I want some peace for a while. So we’re going to be boyfriends for a bit, and you two can be boyfriends.” He points a finger at the two of us on the ground.

Jean immediately bursts into “no way”s and “anything but that”s while I look at Armin pleadingly. But I know the look on his face, and I know that it means he’s not going to budge.

“Well… maybe we could try something else.” Marco seems to waver as Jean’s rants grow louder. As annoyed as he is with Jean, I think he’d rather try to keep the peace.

“But we agreed.” Armin points out determinedly, not as easily swayed as the dark-haired boy. “I need some quiet for a while, and you want to make Jean jea- “

“Wait!” Marco bends down to Armin’s ear and whispers behind his hand. Jean screws his face up in concentration as he tries to hear what he’s saying. I decide to try and lipread instead until I realise that Marco’s hand covers his mouth.

“...wouldn’t that work better?”

Armin “hm”s like he’s considering it, looking between me and Jean with what I like to call the studystare. “It might work better for you, but I’m not sure about me.”

Marco widens his eyes and I can sense Jean melting beside me. We’ve all been subjected to the puppystare at some point, Jean more than most of us. It’s one of Marco’s most effective weapons. Armin doesn’t seem to be falling for it though.

“If this doesn’t work, you have to be both of their boyfriends for two weeks.”

Marco seems to agree, and Jean and I wait anxiously for the verdict.

“Change of plan,” Armin announces, his hands on his hips. “Jean will be my boyfriend, and Marco will be yours, Eren.”

What?! This was even worse! I tell him so but neither my boyfriend nor Jean’s are listening. Their minds are made up, and it’s either this or sitting in the timeout circle every playtime and lunchtime until Christmas.

Before I can list the many reasons as to why this is a bad idea, Marco hoists me up and links his arm through mine. “Let’s go, boyfriend.” He marches us away without so much as a backwards glance at Jean who’s still yelling about the injustice of it all. He sounds a little like I would if I weren’t already so stunned.

Normally I don’t mind playing with Marco, he’s a pretty nice person after all, but this is not acceptable. Leave my boyfriend alone with my worst nemesis? I know I deserve punishment, but this is too much.

I wrench my arm away and look back to the other two. Jean’s rolling around in the sandbox while Armin perches on the edge of it with a book in hand, not paying Jean’s tantrum any mind. That’s good. It better stay like that.

Marco tugs me along again and suggests that we go climb the really big tree at the edge of the playground. Usually that’s something Marco and Jean do together; they sit up there allllllllllllllllllll playtime swinging their legs and laughing together. I think sometimes they even hold hands the way me and Armin do.

Wait!!

I whip my head back around as we reach the foot of the tree. Armin’s still reading and Jean’s still rolling. No handholding in sight.

“Eren,” Marco whispers and I jump at the sound. “It’s really okay, they’re not gonna do anything weird.”

“But it’s Jean. You know what he’s like. No offense.”

“I do know. And that’s why,” he bumps his hip against mine and smiles before starting to climb. “We’re gonna show him how much it sucks.”

I’m still doubtful, ‘cause it sounds more like I’m doing Marco a favour instead of making things right with my own actual boyfriend. But having a birdseye view of the sandbox doesn’t sound like a bad idea, so I clamber up after him. We sit on the same branch, but I shuffle away slightly just in case he gets any ideas.

We don’t say much, since the only thing we have in common are our boyfriends being in the sandbox and not with us. So we both stare at them until they notice us, which they don’t.

Jean gives up on being in a bad mood, and instead looks over Armin’s shoulder at the book he’s reading. He says something that we can’t hear from all the way up here, and Armin says something back. Now they’re sitting side by side and are reading together. Suddenly, sitting far away in the tree seems like a really bad idea.

I glance at Marco who seems to be thinking the same thing as his brows furrow in a frown. He gives me a questioning look and I shrug. I don’t know, and I don’t like it either.

I squint at Armin’s face as Jean says something, and almost fall out of the tree as he giggles with his hand over his mouth. Why is he laughing?! Jean isn’t that funny!

I roll my sleeves up and reach for a lower branch, but Marco grabs my arm and shakes his head. I glare at him. Doesn’t he understand what’s happening? Armin’s laugh is like, my third favourite thing ever. I won’t let anyone else pull it out of him so easily.

“You’ll make Armin even more annoyed,” Marco tells me with a serious look. “The bell’s about to ring anyway.”

I know he’s probably right, but if anything it just gets me madder. When the bell rings for the end of playtime, I climb down the tree as quickly as I can and run to line up. Of course Jean’s already at Armin’s side, but I’m glad to see that they’re both standing pretty stiffly and not talking. I guess without any books to share they’ve nothing in common. I try not to feel too smug when we file into the classroom.

I’m excited when I remember that we have art until hometime and that we’re allowed to sit anywhere we want. So I ditch my own table and creep over to Armin’s. Luckily Marco’s too busy chatting to Mikasa and ignoring Jean to notice me.

I say “Hi” and give Armin a big grin. He looks at me, his mouth forming an ‘o’, and puffs air at me before turning away. I blink as he silently pulls the paper and paintbrushes towards him and starts to paint.

So he’s gonna ignore me. Figures.

“Hey, Arm -?”

He raises a hand wordlessly and points to his hair - the exact spot where I cut out the gum. I wince and look away in shame, occupying myself with my own painting. I’m still secretly glad that Mikasa hasn’t noticed yet though. She’d hit me for sure, and it’d definitely hurt. Not as much as Armin ignoring me hurts though. So I decide to try again.

“Armin.”

He turns around again with an impatient huff. Before he can say anything, I take my brush and flick it against his nose.

I expect his mask of indifference to crack; for him to blush and giggle like he usually does. Instead I’m met with a stony expression with a green nose in the centre. I actually feel a little nervous now.

“Um… sorry.” I try. I pull my sleeve over my hand and reach over to rub it against his face. I knock the tub of paint over his paper as I do so, splattering orange all over his pretty hot air balloon picture. He grabs my hand and pushes it away before furiously scrubbing at his nose himself.

“You’re… You are… “ I think he’s struggling to think of a bad enough word. “You’re so ignoramus.”

He grabs his ruined painting and storms off to join Mikasa who’s wrestling with Sasha, leaving me stunned. I don’t even know what ignoramus means. It must be something really bad then. I must’ve hecked up even worse than I thought.

  *

I don’t think I’m gonna last til the end of the week. Don’t get me wrong, Marco’s a great boyfriend. He lets me look at his finished spelling book when I get confused with my own letters (but he doesn’t whisper “this is the last time” like Armin does), he helps me up when I fall down (but he doesn’t kiss the scrapes like Armin does), and he smiles at me a lot (but it doesn’t give me the same heart-squishy feeling I get when Armin does). In fact, it makes me pretty mad that Jean doesn’t realise what he’s missing out on. Then I just get pretty mad that he’s getting what I’m missing out on.

I remember how Armin and I first met. Ages ago, when we first started this school. The first bell of the day hadn’t even rang yet when I first saw him. Being prodded at and poked by some big dude with a red face. He looked like a tomato and I told him as much. He wasn’t happy. Then I noticed Armin with his yellow hair and wide blue eyes and blurted out that he looked like a lemon. I dunno why I said it, especially when I was aware that I had fallen in love with him immediately.

I challenged Tomato-Head to a duel, telling him that he had to leave Lemon-Boy alone if he lost. Of course he had to accept; a crowd had already gathered, and he couldn’t afford to lose to someone smaller that had just called him a tomato.

We hung upside down from the monkey bars, our legs curled the metal frame and our arms swaying below our heads. Mikasa rolled her eyes, and Lemon-Boy watched from underneath the slide. Minutes passed, and the bell rang. Most people left for class, but some stayed to witness the winner so that Tomato-Head couldn’t lie about it later. Lemon-Boy stayed too.

Tomato-head’s face got redder, and I started to feel dizzy but I wouldn’t let go. I couldn’t, not if I wanted Lemon-Boy to fall for me too.

I got into so much trouble though, when Tomato-Head gave up and dropped, smacking his head against the concrete. I hadn’t even gone to my first class yet and I’d gotten detention. It was worth it though when Lemon-Boy came up to me after school and told me that my face had gone purple just before Tomato-Head dropped.

“Was I cool though? Did you fall in love with me, Lemon-Boy?”

He blinked at me. “Sure I did. Plum-Face.”

I try not to stare too much at them during playtime, but it’s hard when they’re stuck together like glue. Armin likes reading a lot, but I didn’t know Jean liked books too. They sit against the tree and read. Then they talk, which annoys me because most of the time Armin shushes me when he’s reading. Sometimes they’ll be talking really seriously which makes me wonder what on earth they’re talking about. But other times they’ll smile or laugh which makes my stomach crunch.

I finally snap when Jean lifts a hand to ruffle Armin’s hair, and storm over to confront him.

“That’s not yours to touch.”

“You’re one to talk.” Jean scowls and points at the uneven blond tresses.

Knowing that he was fully right and I had no defense, I opt for the high road. “Yeah, well you’re dumb.”

He squints his eyes at me and I hear Armin give a sigh as Marco runs up behind me mumbling all sorts of protests.

“You’re dumb ‘cause you don’t appreciate Marco like you should!” I stomp my foot to emphasise my point while smacking Marco hard on the back. “He’s great, and you know it. So stop being so dumb and looking at Mikasa all the time!”

Both Jean and Marco look pretty embarrassed while Armin just raises an eyebrow. I dunno what he’s thinking, but it’s probably along the lines of me being an idiot.

“I know he’s great,” Jean mumbles into his knees. “I never wanted to swap in the first place.”

“I thought you didn’t wanna be my boyfriend anymore… “ Marco’s voice is muffled behind his hands.

The meek mumbles go back and forth, and I decide that I don’t have time for idiotic couples that’re getting in the way of my own very grown-up relationship. I shoo them away, both of them still bright red and not looking at each other, and turn back to look down at Armin.

He doesn’t look pleased as he shuts his book with a snap.

“Well, that was rude.” He grumbles. “I guess I’ll just go find Mikas- “

“ARMIN ARLERT.”

He jumps at my loud voice and stares up at me. I plant one hand on my hip and point at him with the index finger on the other. “You are going to fall for me all over again.”

“Is that so.”

“Just you watch.”

I stalk over to the tree and bend down to place my palms and the top of my head against the ground. I kick off and swing my legs backwards so I’m performing a wobbley headstand with the tree for support.

I twist my head to the left and up to look at Armin, who has returned to his book. Fine by me. I’ll stay like this all playtime.

I’m pretty confident in the strength of my skull, since my teachers always say that I’m quite a headstrong boy. And I don’t wanna brag, but my biceps are almost as big as Mikasa’s.

The blood rushes to my head really quick though, and soon I feel my arms trembling to hold up my weight.

“Armin… any time you wanna forgive me would be great.”

“Hm,” He closes his book and rolls on to his front so that we’re face-to-upside-down-face. “I’m not sure, your face isn’t nearly plum-ish enough yet.”

I groan because my head is really starting to hurt and I don’t think I can hold out much longer. “Please… I’m really sorry about your hair. And I’m sorry for ...being noisy, and painting your nose, and… and spoiling your picture and everything else I’ve ever done to annoy you. Just… please don’t be mad at me anymore, okay? ‘Cause even if I fall over, I’m gonna get back up again and again to stand on my head until you forgive me.”

Armin hums like he’s thinking really hard before leaning forward and lightly pressing his mouth against mine. “Mm, ‘kay.”

I’m so relieved that I forget to be strong and my arms give way. I topple forward, landing on Armin’s back with an “Oof!” and smacking his chin against his skull.

He yells out an “Ouch!” before I nuzzle my head against his in apology. He grumbles some more but lets me do it, and reaches to bring his book over and starts to read it again. I’m happy enough to let him, and just thread my fingers through his hair the way he likes it. I tug lightly at the shorter chunk and smile a little. I wonder if Lemon-Boy’ll grow his hair even longer then before.