Armin couldn’t exactly remember what events lead to him being hunched over a toilet puking his brains out. maybe it was the 6 shots Eren poured him to celebrate his new internship or the second hand high from all the weed being smoked…it was probably some heinous mix of both that has him kneeling on the cool tile of the bathroom floor, only now did his vision clear to see the beautiful stranger rubbing his back and cooing softly at him, his friends nowhere to be seen. well *friend*.
okay…Eren was nowhere to be seen.
last he saw, Eren was faded beyond belief, lying face down on the couch shoveling tortilla chips into his mouth. he was probably gonna be in Armins exact position soon…minus said stranger now offering him a cool bottled water. he takes it in his shaking hand, a cold sweat beading on his brow and a pout forming on his lips when his eyes meet yours.
“am i dying?” he asks, his voice soft and feeble as he tries to gulp down the water. you bring a hand to his alcohol-flushed cheek, his skin hot under your cool touch.
“no, honey, you’re gonna be fine.” you tell him, moving a hand to his forehead to push the hair back to dab at the sweat on his temple. you cant really say your surprised this is the situation you’re currently in, this is exactly what you get for staying sober at a college party…
“swish the water in your mouth” you told him hoping that would get the taste out of his mouth.
Armin does what he’s told, sipping water in his mouth, swirling it around a bit, before spitting in the toilet again. he leans his head against the cool porcelain of the toilet seat, the water and the cold of the bathroom floor actually helping clear his fuzzy thoughts.
he doesnt know how or why exactly but the feeling of your hands on him felt almost too right. he was touch-starved and he was taking in the attention. you were like an angel taking care of him, all while he sat on the floor looking and smelling like absolute dogshit.
You flush the toilet, silently begging the smell of throw up would leave, not surprisingly it didn’t go away.
Armin cringes at the sound of the toilet flushing, resting his head on his arm, a small shiver running down his spine and he lets out a shaky breath, his throat still burning from the bile. this was a new low for him, hunched over a toilet, barely coherent and having someone who he’s never even met before care for him like this. he feels like he should be ashamed but your touch against his skin is so soothing.
That’s it! Just a small Armin fluff!
Ugh nerdmin still has me in a chock hold.